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After the Gala

By: bobstales



Climbing into Jack's car, I shook my head in disbelief, was I really going to join him for more drinks? We had just met that evening at the Board of Trustee's year end gala. I knew he had been involved with the administration for some time, I was a lowly secretary for the grounds crew supervisor; but we had hit it off at dinner, one of the dean's crazy ideas of mixing all staff up to encourage administration cooperation!  After a nice dinner and a few drinks later, the dance and conversation fizzled out, and the married staff had left the party; the few remaining singles began to sneak from the function, most to their preferred clubs or bars. 

Jack took my arm as our table excused itself and asked "Would you like to continue our conversation at a bottle club I belong to?" 

He looked so handsome in his tweed blazer and khaki pants, I only hesitated for a moment before agreeing.  I was new on the job and in the city, and having taken a taxi to the party, I felt safe enough with this gray haired gentleman.  I self consciously pulled on my rather short, orange dress, the low seats in his car forced more of my legs to show than I was comfortable with at first; I even felt his eyes on them from time to time! We chatted about nothing in particular as he drove down the dark streets. 

"Oh no," he groaned suddenly as he pulled up in front of a rather dark building, "apparently they have closed for the evening."

"Its fine, you can just take me home," I proffered, but his hand on my thigh interrupted me.

"You know, I have a brand new bottle of Jefferson's Straight Rye at home, perhaps we could break into that for a nightcap!" Jack suggested, obviously remembering our earlier discussion of the finer rye whiskeys currently on the market. He had seemed so surprised a young woman like me would appreciate a segmentation of liquors beyond Jagermeister and Jack Daniels! His hand was warm and strong on my thigh, waiting for my decision. I could only nod as the thrill of his touch burned through my body; my nipples hardening as a blush crossed my face as I was certain they pointed through the simple cloth of my dress!

"Certainly, that sounds delightful!" I finally managed to say as he pulled from the parking lot and before long we were on a two lane road, the housing more and more upscale until we pulled up the driveway of a pleasant looking house, not nearly as ostentatious as most of the others, but certainly well cared for and lived in.  

I only had a moment or two to take in a view of the neighborhood before Jack opened the front door, and soon the door clicked shut behind me. He only turned on a single hall light to guide us to his kitchen, then another turn to comfortable den, complete with French doors overlooking a secluded patio. He offered me a seat as he opened a cabinet, pulling out an unopened bottle of Jefferson's and two rocks glasses.  I primly sat on one of the stools against the bar he had set up there and watched as he grabbed ice for each glass and after a satisfying pop, he poured two fingers of the tasty rye into each glass. Offering a toast, he said "To another successful fall semester, nutty deans and their mixer ideas, and new friends!"

"To new friends!" I agreed sipping the hard liquor, feeling the gentle burn as it seeped down my throat, though the aromas of the excellent whiskey complimented it unusually well.  "And to fine American rye." I said before a second taste, watching Jack turn and slide a CD into his stereo system, his eyes on my face as I recognized the soft bluesy sound of John Coltrane. Again this man surprised me with his seemingly eidetic memory; I smiled, wondering what he didn't know about his latest visitor.  

A comfortable silence ensued as we enjoyed the music and rye, though I eventually got up and looked at the art and décor of the den, Jack offering up tidbits of information on each as I approached. Occasionally we would catch the other staring; again I felt that stirring below that made me wonder if tonite was going to end as well as it was currently going! I had finally wandered back to the bar, my glass empty, his was as well. Without a word, he poured us both another glass, adding more ice to mine as I giggled. 

"I better find the ladies room." I finally admitted, grabbing my purse as he led me around a corner, the hallway narrow enough our bodies brushed together as I went left and he went right. Stopping for a moment, our eyes locking just long enough for us both to realize there was a connection, though him being a gentleman, he just smiled and opened the door for me. Safe inside, I took care of my bladder's suddenly dire needs before checking my makeup and hair in the mirror! Peering into my purse to ensure I had some protection, I clicked it shut, comfortable in knowing I had what I needed to make for an interesting night. Again I gazed into the mirror, adding a spritz of perfume on my cleavage, squeezing my breasts together, and following up with the requisite peering of my bum; I decide I am worthy of such a handsome man's attention and exit the bathroom. I step into the den, catching Jack humming along to the soulful tracks; I notice he has lost his jacket and tie, revealing a fit torso, no flab to be seen beneath his tight button down.  

My fingertips brush his wrist as I take the offered glass, licking my lips just before I take another sip, Jack's eyes clearly sliding down my face and over my breasts.  Realizing he is just too much of a gentleman, I set my glass down on the bar and wrap my arms around his neck, closing the distance quickly I press my lips to his. The kiss lasted for a much longer time than I would have expected, opening my eyes, I find Jack peering back at me, his hands warm and reassuring on my sides!  He pulls me closer, his firm chest so strong against my breasts, as my hips close against his; I feel the bulge reflecting his arousal for me against my pelvis.  

"Oh my god!" I croon against his mouth, tasting more than the rye. I recognize the scent of his manliness and lust as our hands explore each other's arms, backs and sides.  Again we kiss, a bit more urgency reflected as his tongue pushes past mine, his hands clutching my bum tightly and my nipples respond, so hard and tight against his chest. I smile against his mouth as I feel his fingers slowly pull my short dress up, stopping for a second as he finds my nearly nude butt, only the thin strip of my panties running down my crack keeping me decent, a definite requirement with my tight dress. My hands, meanwhile have explored his strong back and shoulders, they begin to shake with a thrill as I slowly unfasten his belt and his khakis.  Leaving his lips after one last hot, wet kiss, I drop to my knees and pull his zipper down.

Peering up into Jack's eyes, my hand pushes into his boxers, a whimsical moan escapes my mouth as I find his shaft, so hot and throbbing to my cool fingers. Deftly I pull his rod out into the cool air of the room; the only sound is his gasp as I bring his fat tip to my mouth, kissing away the drop of precum that had already oozed out for me.  Slurping it up without a blush, I begin to stroke his veined length just below my lips, though I stop to tease him occasionally, delighted that I find him harder as I kiss down the side of his rigid member.  I keep my small hand around his manhood as I lick each of his heavy balls, so full of his seed, just waiting for me to coax it out of him!  My cool hand replaces my tongue on his sack, feeling them warm and erotic as I again push my lips down his shaft. Over and over again, up and down my mouth and fingers make love to Jack's lovely manhood, he leans back against the bar, smiling down at me, his new blonde lover.  His growls of pleasure match my efforts, soon his hands rest gently on my head, guiding me at his pace, my mouth the instrument driving his pleasure!  My fingers caress and explore his heavy ball sack; I can feel his body pulse as my fingertips stray behind them, his legs spreading automatically.  My hand twists around his throbbing shaft as it goes up and down, I love having a man at the mercy of my mouth and hands! Faster and faster I slobber down his cock, my fingers wet now, I can feel his body tensing in a most familiar way. 

He suddenly pulls me to my feet by my armpits, his cock wetly slapping against my stomach as his mouth ferociously attacks mine, his tongue and lips milking my mouth of our taste, I melt into him in response. His hands push the straps of my dress off both shoulders as our mouths crush together; my hands not idle, as I unbutton his shirt, his chest warm, the light fuzz of hair welcome to my touch.  I almost laugh out loud as his hands so gleefully go to my modest breasts, stroking and caressing me, only stopping as I push his shirt down his arms. Soon we again are embraced, my breasts pushing into his chest, his thick cock prodding into my pelvis, eager to find a purchase in my body! I push my body against Jack, wanting him to know I want him as well.   

Our kisses slow, and now nude, Jack takes my hand and leads me into the adjoining bedroom.  I slowly pull my dress down my body, finally standing in just my heels and pink panties, "God I want this man" I think to myself, watching him as he settles down onto the bed. Turning my back to him, I ease my pink panties down my legs, leaving my bare bum and back open to his view.  Reaching down, I push at my clit, aroused at the intimacy before hiding it between my legs as I turn back around to face the handsome man there.  I slide onto the bed, brushing my pelvis against the luxurious comforter, resting alongside Jack, my hand rubbing his chest and abs and thigh, tickling my fingers along his cock, stroking his now steel-hard member.  Not passive, he rolls me onto my back so that I am beneath him, his cock grinding against my thigh. Before I can stop him, his hand goes between my legs, a look of confusion crosses behind his eyes as he finds the base of my clit, his fingers taking only a moment to measure me to my tip, his touch causes me to get hard, soon my hard 5 inches are encased in his grip as my clit frees itself from the prison of my thighs where I try to hide it from the world.

"How, what, is this?" he stumbles through the not uncommon questions.

"Sorry, so sorry." I mumble, trying to free myself from beneath his body, from out of his grasp. I find myself conflicted, the urge to flee offset by the grip Jack keeps on the obvious male part on my otherwise feminine body. 

"Shush." He says, recognizing my fears, "You are safe with me." comforting me, beginning to stroke my arousal faster and faster; I can feel his manhood surge back to life against my thigh, his moment of doubt passing by quickly. "I would have never." He starts to say before I press my fingers to his mouth.

"It's because I don't share myself with just anyone." I say quietly, hips moving in time to his stroking, his acceptance a huge turn on. It seems only a moment later I cry out, spurting my liquid across his hand, onto my stomach.  I clutch at his shoulder and the bed as I shudder through the orgasm; it had been so long since another person had granted me such a pleasure as this.  Jack continued to stroke me until my erection faded, his fingers having to be satisfied with smearing my mess over my shaft and balls. My fingers were no longer lazy; I began stroking up and down Jack's body, over his chest and bum, down around his drooling cock and heavy ball sack.  My fingernails tracing around his firm body, desire still raging through my body and his; Jack rolls on top of me, grinding his cock into my pelvis, alongside my soft cock. I respond, rubbing back up against him, my cum smearing between us, his hands on my head, holding my face to his as he kisses me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his bum, trapping him against me!  The heat of our bodies and my white fluids making for a sticky but pleasurable grinding of our pelvises, my hands clutching Jack's ass as his desire builds.

"Want me?" I ask, kissing him, his only reply a groan. I roll him onto his back and grabbing a heavily lubed condom from my purse, I slide it onto his rigid cock, down, inch by inch, the cool and hot of the moment making us focus only on his 7 inches of hardness.  I wank Jack for a couple of moments before straddling him, and then, holding his cock upright I ease myself down on him, our eyes locked as his fat tip pushes into me, slowly I push down until Jack fills my ass so completely. 

"Unnhh," I groan, slowly riding him, as I stroke my clit, so pleased I had hid my secret from him so long. Jack's manhood filling me so well with each thrust, it rubbing my prostate over and over as he holds my bum, though I control the speed and depth at which he enters me.  My clit swells again as we make sweet love, throbbing in my hand as my ass pinches so tightly around Jack's thick meat. My hands rest on his chest, toying with his nipples as I force myself down his veined length again and again!

"Come for me baby!" I beg, finally reaching a hand behind, fingernails lightly scratching at his tight balls, encouraging him to release his hot, thick cum into my hot hole, almost demanding it as I bounce so hard, my clit slapping my stomach and then his as we rut.  

Jack's hands aren't idle, exploring my breasts, my clit, and my ass, helping to slam me down, his breathing more and more ragged until "Fuck Yes" he hollers, arching his back as his hands force me down onto his lap, I feel him explode, coating my inner tract with his white-hot cum!  I continue to slide myself up and down his shaft, milking every bit of his hot juice from his balls, Jack caressing my sides as his orgasm rolls over him. I involuntarily squeeze him, trapping him in my bum, he responds by clutching me to him, kissing me hard.

After The Game



We were often accused of being twins. Now at 20 we looked each other dead in the eye at 6 foot. I have short, straight sandy blonde hair and she has waist length, straight sandy blonde hair. In fact, the most noticeable difference is our eye color; mine being brown and hers blue. Tammy is the daughter of my father's cousin and we bear the same last name, a fact that made the assumption of being siblings common. We only ever saw each other once a year for reunions until we both got our drivers license a few years back. Tammy and I spent a lot of time together until graduation changed our schedules. Tammy is on a full-ride basketball scholarship for the state university and I am working 9 to 5 at a local factory. 

Tammy played every sport she could in school until, as she put it, "my tits kept getting in the way of running" and settled on basketball. I haven't missed a home game since she made the starting squad this season. I love to watch the women play since they had a tendency to get a little more physical than the men do and I always get a bit of a chuckle and thrill watching Tammy run the floor. She has 38D tits, a moderate waist, and 36 inch flaring hips. Her very long, muscular legs go all the way up and make a nice, juicy ass of themselves. She runs like a sprinter but has the body of a model that bounces enticingly as she runs. More than once I got the impression that the opposing team was feeling her up during rebounds or when she would set an aggressive pick. Probably just my imagination but it added to the thrill of watching the game. One woman in particular seemed to pay a little more attention to Tammy than was necessary. The aggressive opposing player contrasted a lot next to Tammy. She was a mahogany skin black woman, 6'3", with slender proportions. From the looks of it I would have to say she is a B-cup. Her hips are slender but she has a nice round ass like only a sister could. 

Tammy and I had made plans to spend the weekend together just hanging out at her apartment. After the game, I gave her plenty of time to get back home and settled while I ran around to pick up movies, take-out Chinese, and some cold ones. The traffic was bad after the game and consequently, I was taking longer than I wanted to. Finally I arrived at the apartment. The apartment was actually about a quarter of an old refurbished two-story house right off campus. Tammy had the back half of the ground floor. As I was walking around back of the building something in the shrub moved. I was investigating when I looked up through a crack in the curtains and saw the mahogany beauty from the game. She was dressed in a soft blue spaghetti dress that reached about mid-thigh. The transformation was breath taking having gone from ballplayer to woman. I was just admiring her long legs when I got a little upset because Tammy and I were supposed to hang out this weekend. From the looks of this woman the girls were planning to go out. Sure enough, Tammy came into the room wearing a similar outfit that was black. I was figuring my weekend was a bust as I went to the door to find out what had happened to our plans. 

Tammy opened the door. The wide, glowing smile she cast me when she opened the door and said hi made me realize that no matter what her excuse was, I was going to forgive her. She rapidly explained that Daria was spending the weekend with her so they could catch up, that it was a last minute thing, would I forgive her, and could we do the weekend thing next week. Daria was an old teammate from high school that had graduated a year earlier. I forgave her, handed over the goods, and was just getting ready to split when Daria came into the kitchen and asked me to stay as well.

Although I wasn't exactly dressed for clubbing the girls took me to a college hangout where I was doing pretty good collecting phone numbers and constantly explaining I wasn't Tammy's twin. We eventually headed back to the apartment a little tipsy and laughing at everything that happened. Not being ready to quit drinking just yet, we left the Chinese food in the fridge, grabbed some beers, and were soon playing 'quarters' in the living room. The game quickly degenerated to a kind of 'truth or dare' thing. Miss the glass you had to take a dare, make a shot and the person who was drinking had to tell the truth when questioned by the thrower. I hit three in a row followed by the following questions to Daria. 

"Ever did a white man before?"

"Ever did another girl before?"

"Ever thought about doing another girl before?" 

She answered "no", "no", and "yes". I missed and was dared to go out and moon the busy street. Daria made a shot and asked Tammy if she had ever done a black man before to which she said no. She was dared to prove she wasn't wearing a bra on the subsequent miss. Seeing her smooth brown breasts and dark nipples inflamed my manhood. Tammy missed and was also dared to show she wore no bra. Her nipples were dark pink against her pale white breasts, and my erection became more engorged and painful since it was trapped within the confines of my jeans. I missed, and I think the girls saw my discomfort because they dared me to remove my jeans. Various forms of exhibition followed and the girls had to show their pubic mounds.

It was like being a little kid again. The girls lifted the front of their dress and pulled down the tops of their panties just enough to show the pubes. Daria's was shaved clean except for a narrow strip and Tammy's was lightly covered in dark pubes. The girls each lost their panties on the next couple of rounds but still had their dresses. I missed and was dared to get dressed and go get more beer. I walked by the window on my way to the car and saw that the girls were up and dancing through the gap in the curtains.

When I returned and was headed back to the door I was drawn to the window in hopes of seeing something and was not disappointed! The girls were still dancing, but it had become more urgent. Both of them had their dresses bunched around their waists with their breasts and asses exposed. Daria cradled Tammy's head in her hands while she groped at Daria's ass and sucked on her dark brown nipples. I sat the beers down, got my dick out and began to jack-off slowly while the girls continued without knowing they had an audience. 

Daria pushed Tammy gently on the shoulders and then draped one leg over her shoulders when Tammy made it to her knees. Daria roughly squeezed her breasts with one hand while using the other to balance herself on Tammy's shoulder. Tammy seemed to know what was desired and slowly began to lick up and down Daria's dark slit before stopping and pushing her tongue into the now glistening entrance to her pussy. A few minutes later, Tammy lay back on the floor and began to rub her pussy with one hand while reaching up for Daria with the other. Daria came down and immediately began to suck on Tammy's large breasts. Daria then slid down to lick and suck on Tammy's labia. I shot my load against the wall and while I caught my breath, perverse thoughts and ideas began to swim in my brain. I knocked loudly on the door, and then waited a moment or two before noisily entering the apartment.

I had just put the beer in the fridge and turned when Daria and Tammy, dresses back in place, came into the kitchen wearing sheepish grins. "Okay then, back to truth or dare! Only, since I had to go get the beer I get the next 12 dares!" The girls finally agreed on 6 with the stipulation that no dare would be refused. First I dared both girls to bend over at the waist so that I could rub my fingers up and down their slits before pushing 2 fingers into each of them. Second I dared Daria to suck Tammy's pussy, which she did a little more timidly than she had when I watched from the window. Third I had Daria on her knees and spreading her butt cheeks apart so that I could slide a finger into her ass for a while. Fourth, Daria was on her hands and knees sucking my 8-inch, rather thick cock into her mouth. Fifth, while Daria lay on her back on the floor, I was sliding my cock into her sopping gash. Finally I had Tammy lower her pussy to Daria's waiting mouth. Daria licked and sucked Tammy's pussy in earnest this time and was soon rewarded with Tammy reaching a violent orgasm, bucking and grinding onto Daria's face. Daria began to buck wildly and I came with her while Tammy still sat perched on her face shivering in the final phase of her own orgasm.

Daria smiled up from the floor when Tammy lay back to relax with a grin on her face and said, "My turn." Daria became the director.

A little reluctantly at first, Tammy had sucked my cock back to full erection and lowered her pussy onto my waiting cock. "The twins have united!" We all laughed at Daria's reference to our resemblance, but it had the wonderful effect of relieving the tension between Tammy and I in this incestuous position. A few minutes later while Tammy was slowly grinding her pussy onto my cock she gasped, "Oh! Oh I like that!"

Daria asked, "Do you now?" in a playful tone before she put her face back to Tammy's exposed anus. I shot another load, this time into Tammy's womb. I slid out from underneath Tammy to watch the girls. Tammy, still on her hands and knees, reached between her legs and began to finger her pussy and clit while Daria had her ass pulled open with her hands and was forcing the tip of her tongue in and out of Tammy's little asshole. I thought Tammy would break the nose of the mahogany beauty when she began to throw herself back into Daria's probing tongue and shook as she came all over her own fingers. Finally exhausted, Tammy collapsed. Daria smiled and suggested we all get some sleep because "tomorrow is gonna be a busy day".



After The Game



The guys won the soccer championship that year, like anyone would have thought differently. They were very happy guys, strutting around with their trophy. We were very proud of them all. You came up with a lovely idea of having a camp out in the back yard for the guys and their dads also, if they wished to join. You suggested a cook out and lots of fun activities that could all take place in the back yard. 

Our Son let them all know about the back yard party and everyone said they would be there. Several of the dads also made plans to join their sons for that evening. Of course they all asked if His fuck slave would be attending the camp out. It was a busy day getting everything ready for the camp out. Preparing the yard and getting everything in place along with the cook out. 

In the back yard in the far corner it has been transformed into a play ground. Not the usual kind for kids. This one is for Their fuck slave, to be used and to help be used by many at a time. It has tall spiky shrubs around the fence area so the neighbor can not see freely what’s going on. It has 4 thick wooden stakes in the ground, sticking out far enough to be able to tie the fuck slave too and she will not touch the ground. There is also another area that is fixed just so that the fuck slave can be tied and hung up off the ground and open for several to fuck and use at the same time. 

The slave is a very attractive woman in her late thirties. She has the body of a young woman in her early twenties and that is something she is very proud of. Most everyone that met her thought that You were lucky in a couple of areas for sure. She has long dark brown hair, almost black. She has that white alabaster skin you could almost see through. She was wearing a rather loose blouse but everyone could see she had well shaped perky breasts. Her tight short skirt hugged her well shaped bottom and long, shapely legs. She greeted every male that arrived for the party, all had to have a second look at the sexy beauty before them. 

She sat across the table from one father with a glass of iced tea and leaned over to get the lemon. Her blouse was open enough to get a good look at those great breasts. He got a flash of her tiny pink hard nipple as she sat back and squeezed the lemon into her tea. She saw him staring at her blouse and smiled at him and gave a little wink once his eyes finally moved up to meet hers. 

“I think this will be a night to remember," she said to him.

“Yes," he said with a nod of his head.

You came over to her and held Your hand out for her to take, then escorted her to the play ground made just for her. Looking deep into her dark eyes You smiled that smile that makes her melt inside and said its time. She licked her sexy red lips, smiled and sat back in the sling, revealing plenty of those long legs. She slipped off her shoes and had undone two buttons of her blouse when one of the guys spoke up and asked to have the honors of undressing the slut. You looked at her with a twinkle in Your deep dark sexy eyes and grinned. 

“Yes, I think that would be a good way to start the evening," You said.

She looked really sexy sitting there. The guys could feel themselves getting aroused by her lush body. The guys sitting down across from her started noticing that she had no panties on. The first guy moved over in front of her and asked her to stand. He looked her up and down and let a small moan slip from his slightly parted lips. One by one he unbuttoned her blouse. Then slowly pulling it open to fully expose her round firm perky breast with her small rock hard nipples, he slid his hands up her arms to her shoulders and pulled the shirt back off of her softly letting it fall to the ground. He stood there for a moment just looking at her breast, his eyes moved up her long elegant neck to her beautifully shaped face. The other guys started to chant take it off, take it off. 

Next he moved his hands around her waist to the back of her tight skirt and unzipped it. She stepped forward a bit and turned around so he could get to her zipper better. Once fully unzipped he started to work the form fitting leather skirt down over her firm round ass. She slowly started to bend over as he worked it down. Finally it fell freely to the ground and she stepped out of it and kicked it a side.

Now standing there completely nude all the guys gasp and moaned at the sweet tight body that stood there before them, all knowing they were going to have a go at it tonight. You moved over to her and took her hand in Yours as she lay back into position to be tied to the four wooden stakes. Once in place You put the restrains on her and stepped back to admire what is Yours, hanging there in such a lovely position. Her legs were spread wide and her cunt and ass open. 

You picked up a flogger and moved over were You would have a perfect shot of her open cunt, looking up at her eyes once more before You started. Then with a nod of Your head the flogger slapped across her flesh for the first time this evening. There was no hesitation between the pops to her nude body. One after another the leather straps of the flogger kissed her skin with a pop and a flinch from her. Small whimpers and sighs escaped from between her red lips. You made sure no part of her trim body felt left out, whipping her open and now very moist cunt, her thighs, tight stomach and those luscious tiny nipples and perky breasts. 

You moved next to her and used the handle of the flogger to peel open her cunt lips. You could see that Your handy work with the flogger had made the whore dripping wet as always. The moisture ran down between her ass cheeks coating her small rosebud as well. Her nipples stood up tall and rock hard. Smiling down at her You brought the damp handle of the flogger to Your lips and licked it. 

“Yes, now the slut is wet and ready to be used," You said 

You gave a few rules and instructions and then the line started to form. The first guy just stood there looking at her open cunt when...

“You look like you never saw one before," she said. 

“I can tell you, never one as beautiful as yours," he said as he stroked his hard cock.

She grinned at him and he moved closer to her and started to touch her smooth skin. 

“Mind if I get a better look?" he said.

“As close as you want," she said and smiled a wicked little smile.

He moved to her and kneeling down began to kiss his way down one of her thighs to the beautiful bald patch where her legs came together. He could feel the heat and smell her muskiness as he got closer. He ran his palms down her thighs until his hands could spread her swollen lips apart more. He lowered his head to her pink slit and began to probe her with his tongue. 'Oh, fuck, that is wonderful, lick it and suck it harder, more she moaned. It is like electricity crawling thru her body. She was dribbling wetness out of those beautiful lips and he enjoyed the sweet flavor as it increased. Without moving his head, he ran his hands up her body and massaged her round breasts with those tiny stiff nipples. She arched her back forcing his head deeper into her velvet crevice. 

The next guy moved up to her gorgeous face and wiggled his cock in her face, slapping her cheeks a few times with it then rubbing it across her lips. She looked at the cock and gasps a little. The guy smiled and told her I have always been cursed with a large cock and balls. Nine inches long and Two inches thick, very few women can take that much at ease. I have never been able to put it all the way in without causing pain to my partner. She opened her mouth wide and smiled at him with her eyes, he moved up closer to her. She licked the clear drop of fluid from the head. 

She just smiled and said," What a gorgeous cock”.

She took the head into her mouth and began running her tongue around and around. She let her teeth drag up and down the shaft, heightening the effect it was having on him. He grasped her head in his hands and holding her steady, began moving his shaft in and out of her mouth. Pushing it deeper each stroke, moving farther down her throat, she made a few gurgling sounds. This went on for several strokes and then she tilted her head back a little and he felt the end of his cock touch the back of her throat, hesitate then go all the way down her throat. She made a low moaning sound and he felt himself grow even harder. Meanwhile the guy working on her dripping wet cunt continued to feast on her puffy lips and velvety pink flesh. 

She pulled back and repeated the deep throat movement two more times. She then pulled back off and told him 'come in my mouth, I want to taste you, as much as you have to give me'. She resumed her deep throating of his shaft and the second time he stiffened and felt the hot cream well up from his balls. She kept the end of him in her mouth and swallowed with each new load of cum he shot into her. When he finally stopped she took him out of her mouth and a long string of cum went from her lips to the end of his now soft cock. She licked her lips and smiled. He felt weak in the knees so he stepped back a little then sat down with a big smile on his face.

Another guy moved up for his turn at the fuck slave. He moved behind her and started to rub around on her tight little rosebud. She moaned and tilted her head back a little, her dark eyes searching thru the group of men for You.  Finally her eyes found Yours, it was like time stopped for a few minutes as more than just a look was exchanged between You and her. She smiled at You and then continued on with servicing the guys. The one working on her ass reached over and began to work his finger in and out of her. For the position that she was hanging the large amount of wetness that was coming from her busy cunt had coated her tight little ass hole and his finger slipped in and out with ease. He withdrew his finger and licked the wetness of her.

“I love the way you taste," he said.

Slipping his finger back inside her tight hole, he fucked it in and out quicker this time and a little deeper. A few times of this and he inserted another finger and now pumped two fingers in and out of her fast and hard as she moaned and whimpered at the attention her cunt and ass received. The guy at her puffy cunt began to massage her clit. He then inserted his finger into her. She arched her hips and moaned. He started to vigorously finger her as she moaned more and more. He reached between his legs. She suddenly felt something inserting into her very wet slit, much bigger than his finger was. As he rammed his cock into her body, she yelled in pleasure.

"Oh YES, this is great. More more!!" she screamed. The guy at her ass pulled his stiff cock up and pumped it into her wet ass hole and both guys then fucked in and out of her. They could feel the others hard cock thru the thin flesh that separated her ass and cunt. Fucking and grunting as they did, another guy moved up to her and placed his cock into her mouth. She quickly started her talented tongue too work on this cock. 

Licking and sucking as he pumped in and out of her mouth. Gently biting down on the hard flesh that was being forced in and out of her wet mouth over and over. A few other guys moved close too her and started to bite and pull at her hard nipples, licking and sucking at her flesh that now had a nice thin layer of sweat on it. Even more moved over to the fuck fest, pulling and pumping at their hard cocks as they watched the fuck slave be used in every hole she had. A lovely aroma now filled the air as many started to spew their hot sticky liquid on her body. After a bit that group was spent and all lay back on the soft grass and watched as the next group moved into place. 

This guy moved to the front of her and pushed her legs wide, and began to massage her swollen clit. As the other guys cum ran out of her pussy and down to her ass, he reach under and massage it around her tight ass hole. She was always ready to try anything new. "Oooh Mmmmm," she sighed, as he continued to work. The hard fucking she just received to her tight ass had loosened her hole up a bit. As he massaged the cum into her smooth hot skin her eyes searched thru the crowd for You again. Your dark eyes connected again and You nodded to her. Moving over toward her thru the large group of horny hard cocked men You made the announcement that it was time to change the fuck slave’s position. You gently caressed her cheek before removing her restrains. Once all was removed You checked her and asked how she was doing, she flashed that sexy grin at You and said she was ready to continue. You popped her round ass and told her to get on her hands and knees, and let her Son get behind her. She did as You said, and the Son moved over behind her and was ready to fuck her. 

He got on His knees behind her, and began to run His cock in and out of her cunt. He would tell her while He did it, I’m Getting My cock wet with your juice, because I’m going to fuck that little brown hole. 

“Are you ready?" He asked

She moaned as He pulled out of her cunt. He pressed the head of his cock to her asshole slowly, and then rammed in about an inch. 

He said “it's time!" 

She screamed out in pleasurable pain and dug her fingers into the ground as she told her Son that He was such a good “MOTHERFUCKER!"  She whimpered as He pushed in farther. Another guy moved over to her, then reached up under her, and started to massage her clit. Her Son increased His pace as her pain began to turn into pleasure. "Oh yes! OH YES! FUCK MY ASS!" she yelled over her shoulder to Him. Her Son was almost ready to cum, and His cock had hardened tremendously inside her ass. As He slammed her over and over, He started popping her ass with His hand, yelling at her, "Nasty whore! You are so sluttish. Take my hard cock up your little ass! I'm going to cum into your ass you little fuck toy!" The guy under her continued to work her clit while her Son did His duty.

"Are you ready to cum bitch?" He asked. 

She shook her head and moaned loudly.

"If you can't answer Me then I can take it out and jack off on your cute little ass!" He said.

“YES, YES, I’m ready to cum please!" she screamed.

The guy under her couldn't wait anymore; he masturbated and aimed his cum toward her beautiful face as glob after glob covered her white skin. Her Son gave a couple of more hard thrust before dumping His hot cream deep into her ass hole. "Cum whore! Cum now slut!" He told her. She started cumming, and fell forward onto her elbows. The guy under her followed her down, never letting loose of her clit. She could do nothing but pant as her orgasm took control of her body. She trembled and shook violently as it ran from her dripping cunt to her head. "YES! YES!" she screamed. 

She was exhausted but didn't want to let You down. So as the last group of guys moved to her she pulled herself back up on her hands and knees ready for more stiff cock. A guy crawled down between her legs, and lapped his tongue up her wet pussy. "Oh yes!" she moaned. "That's the way you eat pussy MMmmm yes, just like that!" She would let out little moans every time his teeth hit her clit. Several others began to masturbate again while they watched. Then another guy moved behind her to fuck her velvety cunt. He rubbed the head of his cock all around the very wet flesh several times. 

"Mount her!" You yelled suddenly. He worked his cock up into her, and shoved it in deep as she screamed in pleasure while You looked on. After several minutes of fucking her, You told him it was time for You to get some. As You walked over towards her she could see in Your hand You carried the new flogger. She stayed in position waiting to see how You wanted to use her. Without any warning the new leather straps popped the damp flesh on her ass. She jumped and moaned a little as she felt Your boot tap her knee. She looked up at You as You nodded to her. It always amazed everyone how You and she commutated with the other thru just looks and smiles. She stood and walked over to a chair and sat down. You used the handle of the flogger to push her legs wide apart and then tied her ankles to the back legs of the chair then tying her wrist to the back of the chair. 

Moving back a bit, You stood and gazed at her for a minute and then before anyone expected You swung the flogger back and then down across her wet open cunt sending a hurt thru her entire body. She flinched a little but not a sound did she make. Your eyes moved up her sweaty skin to her dark eyes. A wicked smile crept across Your face and across her cunt came the next nip, and then another, over and over many times. You walked over to her and ran Your big hand across the red flesh of her thighs and dripping wet slit. 

“Nice and warm with such a pretty shade of red," You said

You stepped back into place and started again, one after another the leather of the flogger caressed the tender skin of her open cunt, hard nipples and thighs. She moaned and whimpered now with each strike to her body, her eyes never left Your face. On this check of the scarlet flesh You made comment about how the whore could not control herself as You brought the guys attention to the puddle that had formed in the seat of the chair. You rubbed the still stinging red flesh and told her it was time to service her Master. You told our Son to untie the cummy slut and get the clamps and place them on her. 

"I want that tight hot cunt on My cock." You said. 

You laid onto Your back, as Your fuck slave crawled over to You. She climbed on top of You with her back towards You and slowly melted down onto Your cock. Our Son began to pinch and pull at her perky tits. She enjoyed the pleasure her Master was giving her as well as her Son. After He had her nipples nice and tender He placed the clover clamps on nice and tight. He then attached a small chain to the one that ran between the clamps. He stepped back a few steps and pulled tight on the chain sending a shock of pain thru her whole body as she continued to ride Your hard dick like a wild starved animal. The harder she rode You the harder He pulled the chain. All the while she and He looked into each others eyes as He knew His Dad was using His slave mom well and some day He will own her. After some time You told her that You were about to cum. She wasn't quite finished yet, and started to pick up the pace. As she did, it excited You more and the harder He pulled the chain, stretching her tiny nipples out far from her body. 

"That's it My bitch cunt, fuck Me good and hard!" You said.

She continued to fuck You like a bitch in heat. 

“Mmmm I love to fuck You!" she screamed.

Her cunt pinched Your cock like a vice as it shot cum deep inside her. She screamed and panted as He yanked the chain hard; the clamps pinched her nipples hard. You dug Your fingers into her sweaty flesh as she came. He released the chain and her body collapsed on top of You. You hugged her and stroked her hair for a bit then swatted her ass and told her to go shower…… 



After The Game



The referee blows the final whistle as the crowd cheers. Some from the stands and others, like me, from blankets dotting the side of soccer pitch on this sunny afternoon. 

After all the handshakes and well wishes, people start to file out until it's just the two of us left. 

You're busy removing the goal net so I make my way to the opposite end of the pitch. I place my bag and the blanket on the ground and begin removing the net from the other goal post. I hear you jog up behind me. 

"Good game", I say, turning around.

"Good?" you ask, eyebrows arched.

"Great even", I concede, smiling at you. I lean in to press a kiss on your lips.

"What is that for?" you ask.

"A good game."

"I'll show you a good," you growl out, as you kiss me back with greater fervor, your tongue tracing the seam of my lips, demanding entrance.

I open my mouth on a groan of pleasure as you cup the nape of my neck with one hand to control the kiss. Your other hand is on my hip, pulling me closer to you. My own hands are busy grasping your ass to bring our bodies closer. I can smell the earth and the musk from your sweaty, shirtless body and I feel my pussy get wet.

"I want you," I demand, as we break our kiss, huffing panting breaths into each other's mouths. "Now!"

I inhale again, noting our simmering desire. I feel it in your exhalation of breath against my cheek, and in the readying of my body. 

I lean into another kiss. At first, it is soft and sweet, then deepening to encompass tongues and teeth. A delicious clash of desire, both of us unwilling to concede until the very need for breath forces our mouths apart. 

My fingertips trace over your belly and up your torso, mulling over scars and marks. Moving ever upwards to stroke your nipples, teasing and delighting them with the pad of my thumbs. Your hands are busy too, palming both my ass cheeks, squeezing them, as you bring me closer to your groin.

"Spread your legs," you say between nips at my mouth, your teeth tugging on my lower lip, pulling me even closer until all I can smell is us. 

I eagerly comply, as you press your groin against my belly. You grind your hips, and I can feel your bulge through the layers of our clothes. Insistent. Demanding. 

"Do you want my cock? Are you wet for it?" you demand.

"Yessss," I hiss out, thrusting my hips back at you. "I want it. Now." I too, have my own demands.

You slide your palm down my belly to cup my mound, creating a pocket of space between our bodies. "I want to feel how wet you are," you say roughly, tracing the seam of my shorts before moving to place your hand underneath. I feel your fingers slip beneath my panties, and gently trace my labia. I moan as pleasure fills my body and I'm trembling with anticipation, aching for you to touch my clit. 

You part my lips instead, circling the entrance to my cunt.

"Wet," you say, as you continue to stroke, round and round, drawing more wetness from my core. "But I want you wetter for my cock." 

You slowly thrust your finger inside my pussy and my internal muscles involuntary clench, squeezing around your finger, as I cry out your name.

"Yes! That's it," you growl in my ear, "Give me your honey."

I'm working my hips, grinding against you, as you add another finger. With one hand, I grasp your wrist to give me leverage against your fingers fucking my pussy. 

My other hand is stroking your cock through your shorts, our movements mimicking each other. Fast, then slow, repeating over and over as we kiss.

Our moans of pleasure fill the air and I don't care if someone sees us. I want you inside me.

"Yes!" You groan against my mouth. 

Did I speak out loud? 

It doesn't matter because you want it too. 

Your fingers slip out of my pussy to fumble at the buttons of my shorts, sliding them and my panties down my thighs. My hands are on your shoulders as I hop on one foot and then the other so you can take off my shorts.

Naked from the waist down, I lay on the grass, spreading my legs so you can look your fill. 

"Fuck!" You exclaim as you watch me finger my clit, my cries of desire exciting you further. 

You slide your shorts down enough to release your cock. Now you're kneeling between my legs, one hand holding your cock, the other canting my hips upwards to press at my cunt. 

You rub the tip on my juices as you slowly enter my pussy. I squeeze my cunt muscles around your cock and we both groan at the sensation. That feeling is multiplied as you slide out and then back in. 

Long and slow thrusts turn fast and deep, your fingers clutching, spreading my thighs further so you can cram more of your cock inside me. My own hands are busy, scratching at your torso to find purchase, seeking, until I latch on to your shoulders, nails digging in. The slight pain adds to our piquant pleasure. 

The heat of the afternoon has nothing on the inferno that's building inside our bodies. 

Higher, faster, hotter. I'm crying out your name, over and over and your answering groans add to the ever increasing pleasure.

You shift to come down more fully on me as I wrap my legs around your thighs. Even deeper you go, pummeling my pussy, as I urge you on with frantic cries, my own insistent thrusts and hot words. 

Your breath scorches my neck as you nip at my shoulder. I pinch your ass, squeezing both cheeks wanting as much of you as I can get.

My pussy is flowing freely, juices trickling down your cock to your balls as I moan for you to come inside me.

"I want it baby! Give me your cum!" I cry out.

"You first," you say, your breathing harsh.

Your slow down your thrusting, becoming more languorous as you kneel back up.

"Watch," you tell me and I look down at your cock moving in and out of my pussy. "Such a beautiful sight."

You place your palm on my belly to control my returning thrusts, the heel of your palm adding pressure to my clit. I feel my orgasm rise, from my toes, moving upwards, burning hotter until I cream around your cock, crying out with the unbearable pleasure of it.

You move faster and faster, enjoying the feel of my pussy tightening and releasing around you. Until there...you explode in me, holding me still as you give me all of your cum.

Collapsing against me, I wrap my arms around you, stroking your back. 

You nuzzle at my still clothed breast. 

"I didn't get to play with these," you whisper against my neck.

"There's always later."



After The Game



Note: All rights reserved. Hope you like this short story. 

*****

Friday nights were basically the same for Sam and his best friend Jason. Their over- 30 men's softball game started around 6PM and ended around 9PM. After a few hours drinking beer Sam normally drove his buddy home. Since Sam was now divorced he didn't have to worry about leaving the little wife home on Friday nights. For Jason however his live-in girlfriend of five years was lonely and bored. 

"So how does Janie feel about these late Friday nights?" Sam asked after helping his second basemen into his pick-up truck. 

"I don't know. I mean she doesn't say anything so I guess she's ok with it. How does Sandra like it?"

Sam sighed. "I know you are drunk but you should remember that Sandra and I split up last year. She didn't like me playing ball all weekend and ultimately found another guy." 

"That sucks," Jason grunted. "So what do you do for sex now?" 

Sam laughed. "I do without." 

"Me too...I mean at home. Since we are buddies I've been meaning to tell you." 

Sam pulled the truck over to the curb. "Don't tell me you are cheating on Janie." 

"Shit man. All she talks about is you. Blah, blah, blah...Sam this and Sam that. So when this young chic Tina at the office asked me to lunch how could I turn her down?" 

"Janie and I have been good friends since the first grade," Sam sighed. "She's like my sister." 

"Well she's been like my sister too. When I want to have sex she always has an excuse."

"Shit. How serious is your relationship with this other woman?" 

"Really serious. Remember last month when I had a business weekend in Vegas?" 

"Yeah the sales convention." 

"Tina went with me and we shared a room. We never left the room all weekend." 

"You're an idiot. Janie is beautiful and a great person. How old is this other woman?" 

"She's not really a woman. I mean she will be twenty in another month. I think I'm going to be sick." Sam hurried out to Jason's door and opened it to let him barf on the sidewalk. He tried but nothing came out. 

Jason fell asleep in the truck on the way to his condo. He could barely walk as Sam led him to the door. As he approached the door it opened and Janie stood there. "Again?" She asked as she stood in a red tee shirt and grey sweat pants. "Would you help me get him upstairs?" 

"Sure," Sam said noticing that she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were like small pencil erasers pushing out the shirt. He supported Jason as she led the way into the house. After closing the door behind her she led them up the stairs and into the small bedroom. "In here?" Sam asked. 

"Yeah, if he sleeps with me I might punch him." She smiled. It was her first smile that evening. "Just put him on the bed. He can sleep in his softball uniform." 

Sam did as she asked and turned. "How are you doing?" Now that he knew of Jason's infidelity he worried about her. 

"Just great. School is almost out so I'll have a few months of doing nothing before I go back to teaching in the fall. How about you now that you are single again?" 

"Same. Nothing really great going on." 

"Why aren't you dating again?" She reached up and tried to fix her hair. 

"I guess I can't find the right person. I liked Sandra a lot but I married her for the wrong reason." 

"You didn't love her." 

"And she didn't love me. We got married because our friends were getting married and my mother bugged me to do it." 

"Why don't we go downstairs? Unless you have something else to do." 

"Lead the way," he grinned. After she turned he checked out her cute round ass in the too tight sweatpants. He didn't see any lines of panties and wondered if she was wearing any. After walking into the den he saw the partially filled glass of wine on the coffee table. "I didn't know you drank wine." 

She rolled her eyes. "You've known since the tenth grade party at John Mason's house. Remember you got me drunk and tried to take advantage of me." 

"Hey it was you who kissed me," he laughed. She led him to the sofa and they both sat down. 

"Yeah, but it was you who kept the kissing going." 

"I don't remember," he lied. 

"You do too!" she laughed as she lunged forward and pushed him on his back. Her body lay on top of his as their faced lined up only inches apart. Their eyes locked as they felt their bodies warm together. "Are you sure you forgot?" 

"Yes," he whispered as he ran his hand up and down her back certifying that she was not wearing a bra. 

"Maybe I should remind you?" 

When he didn't object she closed her eyes and lowered her lips. 

He did remember right away because it had the same effect on him then that it was having on him now. The kiss was fantastic but what he now realized was that it was because of his feelings towards her. They both forgot about the passed out boyfriend upstairs as the kiss became hotter, wetter and deeper. She felt his hardness under her and reached under her stomach to find it and measure it with her fingers. 

His mouth moved to her earlobe. "What are we doing?" 

"What we wanted to do ten years ago," she answered. Her fingers raised his hardness as his hands found and cupped her soft ass. She was not wearing any panties. 

Her kisses moved down his neck as her fingers searched to find the snap on his softball pants. "Janie...we can't. What about Jason?" 

"His new girlfriend called me last week and told me about Vegas. She said that he told her that he loved her. He hasn't told me that in a long time." Her fingers opened his pants and dove under his boxers until she found his hard throbbing shaft. "Did you know about her?" 

"Not until tonight," he answered as he pushed his bare fingers under her sweatpants to her naked ass. "He's making a big mistake losing you." 

"Like you did ten years ago?" She asked as she squeezed his prick harder. "You never called me after that party." 

"I was scared," he admitted as she pushed his pants under his hips along with his boxers. "I know now that I was in love with you. I wanted to call you and see you. You were all I could think about." 

He heard her start to cry. "And you felt the same way." 

"Yes, I always have. When you asked Sandra to marry you I was almost destroyed. We spent so much time together." She sat back onto his thighs and looked down at his hard-on pointing up at her. "After that I started getting serious with Jason. But we have both known it wasn't for love." 

"God you are so beautiful," he whispered as her fingers lifted her shirt up over her nicely shaped breasts and hard tips. As she lifted her hips to push off her sweats he reached down and helped her get them down her legs and off her feet. She was naked now sitting finally on the man she had always loved. As she reached under her stomach to guide his hard-on into her need they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. 

"OH GOD!" She gasped as she grabbed the sweatpants behind her and covered her nakedness. "Jason!"

Mark too was trying to get up in case he needed to protect her and himself. 

"Stay there," Jason said as he walked into the room still dressed in his ball clothes. "I heard everything that was said. I pretended to be drunk tonight and knew that Tina had called you," he directed at Janie. It's been a lousy secret that you two were in love. Even you two could not admit it. I hope we don't have any bad feelings and hope someday that we can all be friends again. All I know is that you two need to be together and that I love you both. I'll call you next week to get my stuff out of here." 

"Jason wait," Sam said as he tried to get up but Janie pushed him back down. "He knew." 

"Everyone knew but us," she smiled as her fingers found his shaft again and quickly got him hard. 

"Maybe we should wait," he said grabbing her wrists to keep her fingers away. 

"Oh no...I've waited for ten years and I'm not waiting another second." She lifted her ass and aimed her moist hot pussy at his hard crown. "Before we do this I want you to tell me what you should have told me at that party." 

He laughed and reached around to cup her butt again. "You got the cutest ass." 

She lightly punched him on his shoulder. "SAM?" 

"I LOVE YOU JANIE. I ALWAYS HAVE." 

Tears rolled from her eyes as her body lowered and they became one. "I love you too Sam Rollins. So much!" 

Neither of them was in a rush anymore because they had finally found what was near them for a long time. Sex had always been mechanical and empty for both of them but now the love completed the passion. They put off their climax for hours as they moved and built up to the top and backed off. Neither wanted it to end. The night was perfect. It was around 4AM the next morning when he finally asked. "Are you ready?" 

"Yes...yes...yes...Do it to me...give me you. I want all of you." 

Sam was able to hold back until she came. Her screams filled the air as the sofa shook and rattled. His neck turned red from the heat and strain as he filled her emptiness with his spunk and his love. 

Later as they showered together upstairs she leaned back against his naked body and sighed. "Life has so many twists and turns. Why did we take the wrong turn years ago?" 

He kissed her neck and whispered. "Sometimes you have to be ready for what we have now." As he washed her back he lightly smacked the ass that was now his. "I've decided to give up softball." 

She turned and looked him eye to eye. "No you're not. We are joining a coed league. I used to be a good first baseman." 

He laughed and hugged her close. 

The end. 

*****

Note from Slick- I haven't been motivated to write for a while. I've started many stories but haven't liked to finish them. Must be a word for that somewhere. Someone wrote me a few years back and said they liked my story so much they skipped over the sex parts to see what happened next. I guess that says something both good and bad. Ha. Anyway I think I may concentrate on the short stories for a while so I can finish them. Take care...Slick



After The Game



I knew she wasn't expecting me home until next week. I had found out that she would be going to a baseball game, so I decided to surprise her. I made it to the stadium and proceeded to search her out. I found an area to stand and started scanning the stands with my binoculars. I settled into an empty seat after my initial scan of the crowd. Then I started a slower, second trip through the fans. 

The game was now in the sixth inning and I had lost count how many times I had scanned the stadium. I knew if I didn't find her before the seventh inning stretch that I never would. A large part of the crowd would leave the game at that time, and another part would spend half an inning or more waiting in a concession line. At the stretch, I'd have to give up and meet her at the house. How many more scans... Wait!

There she was! Walking down the steps from the walkway. I watched her until she sat down before I began moving in that direction. I stopped a couple times along the way to make sure she hadn't left. I made it to the top of her aisle moments before the top of the seventh inning ended. Everyone stood and "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" echoed through the stadium.

"For it's 1, 2, 3 strikes. You're out! At the old ballgame."

I saw her making her way to the aisle so I stayed where I was. Up she came, keeping her eyes on the steps lest she slip and fall. Once to the top, she walked to the concession line. I stepped in line, right behind her. 

"I love you!" I quietly said into her ear as I placed my hands on her hips.

"Wha...?" She spun around, initially expecting to defend herself. But as she saw me, joy replaced the anger that had flashed across her face. She threw her arms around my neck, pressed her lips to mine and pushed me back against the wall. I took her in my arms and whole-heartedly returned her kiss. 

She pulled her lips away after a couple minutes. "You're early."

"Surprise. We pulled in early so I thought I come find you."

"Well, you found me." With that, her lips assaulted mine again. Her mouth opened, pulling my lips apart, also. Her tongue entered my mouth searching for mine. I felt it push past my teeth and caress my tongue. Her hips pressed against mine and I felt her slowly grinding her loins into me. 

"Mmmm! Feels like you missed me," she says as her hips slide up and down my now hardening manhood.

"Excuse me, folks." The stadium security guard stepped in close. "This is a family environment and we try to discourage such passionate displays of affection." 

"Sorry, sir," she says. "He just got back early from an extended underway time and surprised me just now. We'll keep our passion in check for a while."

"Thank you for understanding. And enjoy the game."

As the security guy walked away she planted another kiss on me. I pulled away. "So what were you going to get? I haven't eaten dinner yet, either."

"Well, if you're hungry, too, why don't we just go to Chaquita's?"

"Did you drive or take the trolley here?"

"Yes... I drove to 32nd Street and took the trolley from there."

"OK. Let's go."

We walked hand-in-hand down the stairs and out of the stadium. I pulled her close and put my arm around her waist as we walked across the parking lot to the trolley station. Hand-in-hand we boarded the trolley. And hand-in-hand we got off at the base. 

I let her in the car and walked around to the driver's door. As soon as I got in, I was sexually assaulted by my wife again. She pulled me to her and locked her lips to mine for a second time. Our lips parted and our tongues began their lover's dance; flicking tips, now caressing and sliding against each other. 

I found her breast with my free hand. I could feel her swollen nipple through her brassiere. I gently kneaded the double handful of flesh. I felt her hand on my crotch. Her palm rubbed up and down the bulge in my jeans. I pulled on her shirt and slid my hand up her belly and underneath her bra. The feeling of her warm, supple flesh on my palm and her hard nipple between my fingers was luxurious. I was beginning to lose myself in my passion.

"Wait," she said breathlessly. "We need to go eat. If we're going to continue this, I think we're going to need our energy."

"You're right." I kissed her. My hand never left her breast, but continued caressing it.

"No. Really." She gave my member one last squeeze and gently pushed me back in front of the steering wheel.

"Oh, all right. The sooner we eat, the sooner we can get home and finish this."So I drove us to the restaurant. The whole way there, her hand never left my hard-on.

"I don't want you to forget about dessert," she said with a grin and a wink.

Once in the restaurant, we sat in the back corner table. She slid into the booth beside me. We ate our chips and chatted about what had happened during our time of separation. 

Our food finally arrived and we started eating. I felt the tingle of her fingers on my thigh. They slowly walked up to where my bulge was again growing as the blood rushed to fill my manhood. We continued eating and she continued touching me. Not rubbing, not heightening the passion, she just tickled and fondled my balls.

I opened my legs to afford her better access to her chosen playground. Little circles, up and down. She used only enough pressure to tickle me, to keep me hard. She kept it up all through dinner[pun intended]. By the time we were done eating, my balls were aching for release. 

She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "If we could kick them out of the kitchen, I'd do you on the counter."

"Ok. We're done. Let's go." I stood up and helped her out. Then we walked to the cashier. I signed the receipt and as we walked to the door I paused at the hallway leading to the restrooms. 

"Wait here." I walked into the restroom and saw that it was empty. I leaned around the corner and caught my wife's eye. I motioned for her to come to me. She stepped up close with a questioning look on her face and I pulled her into restroom. Once inside, I led her into the separate toilet room and locked the door.

I pushed her against the wall and knelt in front of her. I unsnapped her pants and pulled her zipper down. I kissed her panties and pulled them and her pants down to her ankles. I kissed her hair covered vulva and tasted her sex as my tongue slid between her woman lips. 

Her hands held my head and I felt her pull me up. Her lips covered mine in a passionate kiss. Then she dropped to her knees.

"We don't have time for that. Sit." Her hands deftly unbuckled my belt and shoved my pants down. She gripped my manhood in her fist and kissed the head nearly as passionately as she had kissed my lips. Then her mouth completely engulfed my member. She slowly slid my shaft out of her lips and whispered, "I missed you. Welcome home." Then she pushed me onto the toilet.

She straddled my lap and slowly, with a purpose, lowered herself onto my pole. She took all of me inside and paused on my lap. "Mmmm! THIS is what I have missed!"

She raised herself up, almost completely off my shaft, then lowered herself back onto my lap. "Ahhh! I love the feeling of you filling me up." 

Up and down. My shaft went in and out of her love canal. I slid my hands up her thighs to her waist. I lifted her shirt up over the fleshy mounds I had caressed less than an hour before. I pushed her bra up and again felt her hot flesh in the palm of my hand. 

Her nipples pushed into my palms. My fingers caressed the milky flesh of her breasts. "Mmmm!" I leaned forward and sucked a nipple. I circled her nipple with my tongue. Her velvety womanhood swallowed my manhood over and over. The soft walls caressing the sensitive skin of my shaft.

She held my head and pulled my mouth to hers. She shoved her tongue into my mouth. I sucked it into mine. She pulled it out and pushed it back in. In and out, with the same rhythm I filled her sex with mine she filled my mouth with her tongue. I tried to wrap my tongue around hers, to hold it inside me, but she pulled it out. Then she pushed it right back in, as she sank onto my shaft.

"Come on, baby," she said between breaths. "Fill me up!"

"I'm there. I'm there! You've kept me on the brink since the ballpark."

She placed her hands behind me on the commode. Lifting herself up, she used the commode for leverage and started thrusting with her hips. This was much more pleasurable. I was bearing none of her weight as her hips slipped on and off my manhood. And the visual effect was absolutely stunning. Here was the most beautiful woman in the world riding my shaft in a men's room like it was the last time either of us would make love. I gripped the sides of the seat and thrust myself into her. And there we were; making wild, passionate love where the only contact between us was the velvety softness of her sex and the hardness of my manhood. 

Now all the sensual teasing and the erotic love-making came to a head (so to speak) and my balls were moments from exploding. 

"I'm... I'm gonna cum!"

"Yes, baby! Yes! Cum to me! Cum in me!"

She sucked on my ear. Her tongue traces the ridges of my ear then sticks into it. 

"Unnngghhh!" My seed shot into my wife!

"Yes! Cum!"

"Aahhh!" I exploded again into her hot, wet tunnel.

"I love you, baby! I love you! You make me cum so good!"

"Me, too! Fill me! Give me your love!"

We kept thrusting. I kept shooting. Until finally my load was spent. We stopped and held each other for a moment. Her fire burned around me. But I was softening. A thrust now and then kept my pleasure at its peak. But we couldn't stay. It's a wonder we didn't get caught. But we had to leave. A quick cleanup and a peek to make sure no one was watching, and we were gone... wearing the biggest smiles we've ever had leaving that restaurant.



After The Game



We had been running round the court playing football for the last hour, my legs are burning when we finally call it a day, the other lads wandering off to the showers and change whilst I put the equipment back, we have played together every Wednesday afternoon for several weeks. As I finally begin to head to the changing rooms I notice you have disappeared from behind the desk, I normally enjoy seeing you sit there always smiling but today you are gone. A pity, I head into the changing room and begin to strip off.

As I head into the showers I hear a lock click behind me, I turn round and freeze wondering who is in the room with me... after hearing nothing more I figure it must have been my imagination, I head into the shower. I am halfway through washing myself down when the door opens; through the clouds of steam I can see a slim figure come towards me.

I stare almost in shock you stand before me, I have watched you week after week and all of a sudden you are stood naked before me with the water trickling down over your beautiful curves. "What ....?" You reach over and press a finger against my lips pressing your body close to mine and pushing my back against the wall.

You slowly kiss me and I moan softly into your mouth feeling the heat of your body against me. You slowly begin kissing down my neck and over my chest, slowly falling to your knees.

My shaft has already swelled to unheard of lengths and girth yet when you begin kissing along its length I can feel the blood filling it, making it grow even more ... finally your lips spread slowly around the head of my shaft and begin sliding down the full length.

I groan as your skilled tongue slides over the underside of my cock, you keep going, till all of my shaft is in your mouth, something most women cannot manage, I groan in pleasure as I feel my shaft in your throat, you begin to suck and using your hands to play with my balls you work my cock over, in and own, your saliva mixing with the water running over our bodies from the shower.

I start bucking my hips, as you hold onto me, sucking my hard rod like your life depended on it, your tongue sliding under and round as you massage my full length with your mouth ... I groan... you feel so good, suddenly I pull out and grabbing you I lie you down on the shower floor, the soft warm water raining down on out bodies as I move my mouth between your legs.

I slowly trace my tongue over your soaking slit, its shaved and I can feel every line of your soft pussy as I lick the outside gently. I slowly press my face in more and extend my tongue sending it into your body, flicking it over your clit as your body jerks of the floor. You cry out as I capture that hard little button between my lips, circling it with my tongue again and again, making you shiver and moan softly.

I flick my tongue over and over it till you are nothing but a quaking wreck on the floor, your juices constantly flowing over my lips.... I pull back and lifting you I spin you, resting you against the wall as the water beats down on us... I slowly drop you onto my shaft. My hard cock spearing into your soaking pussy.

As I slowly slide my full length deep into you I can hear you bite back a moan as my shaft fills you, stretching you wide open, your teeth grazing on my neck as I slowly begin lifting your slim form up and down on my shaft, slowly filling you over and over till finally you can't hold back the moans anymore and they echo round the room.

I let you slide off my cock and hold you as you fall to the floor, though you have cum several times you are still on the way to your big finish, smaller orgasms setting up for the big one.... I move you onto your hands and knees and slip behind you.... in one swift move I am fucking you doggystyle, from behind, my cock firmly embedded into your pussy, plunging in and out at a rapid pace.

I fuck you hard fast and brutally, my cock pounding in and out of your wet hole, with every thrust a short scream and with every withdraw a loud moan. My shaft, slick with your juices ploughs inside of you, making your breasts shake under you with the force of my thrusts, the pleasure is too much and soon your head is on your hands flat against the floor as I fuck you, grunting with the effort of hammering away at you this hard.

My body is tensed as I finally feel you hit your top peak, your scream rattles round the shower room, your juices filling your tightly clamped pussy as the spasms set me off inside you ... I cry out as I begin to send blast after blast of my hot pearly cum into your waiting womb. I groan softly as I pull out, my cum spraying onto the perfect globes of your ass, my body shaking as we collapse side by side, the hot water still falling on our trembling bodies. 

Slowly as we get to our feet we hear someone try the door...



After the Game



She screamed herself hoarse at the game, she had cheered every time that he had scored a goal, every time he had made a good play that helped the team she was on her feet with the rest of the crowd. She watched as intently as the most fanatical of sport's enthusiasts, she knew his height, approximately 6'2" and his weight, a solid 170lbs, even the size of his skates was imbedded in her memory, size 10, she knew about the injury to his right knee, caused by a nasty slice from an opponent who couldn't outwit him on the ice, so he simply decided to play dirty. It would never occur to anyone that might watch her while she watched the game that she didn't actually know anything about the sport, in fact, had a hard time keeping her eye on the puck while keeping track of the players. She was Canadian, and she was the exception that made the rule true that "all" Canadians were experts in the sport of hockey. She knew what anyone that had even peripheral knowledge would, that it was played on ice, with a goal tender, players, a puck, some referees etc., she also knew that it was simply "hockey" and laughed with the crowd when an American referred to it as "ice hockey," she understood the redundancy of that term just like the rest of Canada did, but if anyone quizzed her, she couldn't explain "icing" or how a penalty was determined or anything about the technical game of hockey, all she knew, was that when he was on the ice, she couldn't take her eyes off him.

Now, she was standing outside the door to the team locker room, having waited until what she expected was "everyone" to leave, another little known fact about him was this, he did not shower with the rest of the players, preferring to skate a little longer after the game, wind his muscles down more slowly so that when he finally did step under the water, he could enjoy the heat and relax, it was also accepted that although he played a team sport, this man was somewhat solitary, preferring his own company or the company of close friends, to the rowdy gathering that collected in the locker room right after a game, especially one where they had beaten the other team so terrifically. He had come off the ice with the others, spent some time celebrating and then had slipped back to the ice, he used some of the practice drills to cool down and then made huge, lazy figure eight's across the surface of the rink until he finally felt relaxed enough to shower. He had returned to the locker room in time to say good night to the few remaining teammates left behind and then stripped off his equipment, reveling in the lessening of weight on his form as each piece dropped onto the floor in front of his locker. When he was completely naked, he collected his towel and headed for the now empty shower, letting out a sharp yell when he stepped into a puddle of nearly melted ice, laughing as he peered around to see if anyone had seen him, of course no one saw, but one person heard his voice as he both yelled and then laughed, the sound halted her in her tracks, fingers clenching at the doorknob.

She waited another few minutes, both to calm her racing heart and to make sure that he was under the water in the shower, she didn't want an autograph, nor did she believe that she was ever going to meet this man casually on the street and have him fall madly in love with her, things like that did not happen in real life and she was firmly planted in reality, she always had been and always would be. She carefully opened the door and peeked round to make sure all was clear, if she had found him not alone, she would have bluffed her way through some babbling explanation of "looking for the bathroom" or something equally lame and made her escape, as it was, the room looked as if a tornado had hit it, but it was empty, the only sound was the running of the water beyond a second door at the other side of the room. Once inside, she flipped the lock on the door, noting it was the only entrance to the locker room that was easily accessible, if someone came through the offices on the other side and then down a long hall, they could enter the room, but she felt sure that was unlikely. 

Giving herself a quiet "pep" talk, she shrugged out of her coat and let it fall to the floor, moving with the quiet grace of someone utterly unconscious of the appeal of their body, she shed her sweatshirt, and the silky bra beneath, then kicked off her boots, her fingers caught the waistband of her leggings and she wiggled out of those as well, her panties slipping down her long legs as well, she stepped out of her remaining clothes and then tugged her socks off. Carefully tugging the clip from her hair, she let the dark locks fall to frame her face, the last thing she did before stepping into the shower area was remove her glasses, it left her slightly vulnerable but really, whoever would imagine you could do the things she hoped to while wearing glasses, she scoffed at her train of thought and paused for a moment to let her gaze adjust to the foggy shower area, obviously he liked his shower very hot, the innuendo in her thoughts made her grin softly and then she stepped up behind him, one hand reaching up, her fingers fluttering lightly over his hip.

His entire body went still, and his heart skipped two beats as his mind raced, calculating what might be occurring, there had been a light shift in the air when the door opened, alerting him to the fact that the cleaning crew was likely already in and making efforts to restore the locker room to its normal clean state, but he had ignored them as he always did, they expected no less, but now there was someone behind him and by the feel of the fingers brushing at his waist, this was no cleaning lady, nor was it one of his team-mates playing with him, or, was it that? Was this some female paid to tease him, he choked back the rage that was building in his chest and slowly turned to find a woman with straight dark locks, damp already from the shower, brushing at her shoulders, the bluest eyes he had ever seen in his life, a nose that could be called nothing but "cute," full soft lips that looked utterly kissable, she was looking up at him with the most guileless stare imaginable, and was trembling, if she had been sent by the boys, they picked the wrong girl, she was no "sex vixen," she was simply too sweet for that. 

He let his gaze trail down the rest of her body, slowly examining her curves, she was tall, a good 6" shorter than him, but for a woman, that would not be considered little at all, her body wasn't perfect, but then, when one took into consideration the scars and marks over his, he was far from perfect as well, and her face would not be considered classically beautiful, but he had always believed that the woman in the "cameo" jewelry was too delicate for his tastes, no, she was pretty and he felt his anger ebbing away as he stared. On her part, she was first confronted with smooth skin and a perfect view of his muscular back and then when he whirled on her, furious blue eyes that made her breath catch in her throat, she stared mutely into his face and swallowed back a cry of shock at the fire dancing in his gaze, she took note of the small scar on his chin and wondered exactly what had happened there, in the back of her mind, she promised herself that if he didn't scream for security in the next moments, she would satisfy her curiosity and ask. She didn't dare take her eyes from his face, she was afraid of what might happen if she did, though what that would possibly be, she couldn't have said, it was simply imperative that her gaze remained locked with his.

Neither one moved for a very long time, they simply stared at each other with wide eyes, taking in one another's features and the situation, finally he couldn't just stand there any longer, he found his voice and asked her why she was there, she had thought of many things he would say, get out, stay, call for security even, but to ask that left her mute for several moments longer, she blinked once and then again, and when she spoke, her cheeks bloomed with color instantly, her words shocked her that much, "I'm here to fuck you, as many times as you'll have me, here, on the floor, on the bench, however you want me." He was taken aback for about one second and then he grinned about as wide as he could, mentioning the name of one of the other players, asking if they had sent her, when she stared blankly he asked who sent her and she told him no one had, she had come of her own accord and would leave if he wished it, she counted to three in her head and when he didn't speak again,   she started to turn, only to find her upper arm in an iron grip, his hand wrapped over her skin, he didn't hurt her, but she wasn't going anywhere until he chose to let her move, that much she knew for certain. He couldn't even explain to himself why he was going to do this, why he couldn't let her leave, but he couldn't and he had the sure feeling that he wasn't going to regret his choice, he made his decision and tugged her closer to him, he watched as her hand came up and settled at his chest, her fingers curling over his flesh and letting her nails rake over his taut nipple, he groaned softly and lowered his head towards her mouth, he was suddenly craving a taste.

When he caught her arm and tugged her close to him, she let out a surprised gasp and reached out to balance herself, palm landing on his chest, over his right pectoral, her fingers curled instinctively and she whimpered at the faint groan rumbling in his throat, her lips parted slightly and she barely glimpsed his eyes as he lowered his mouth and took hers, the kiss was soft and sweet for a moment, almost long enough for her to catch her breath and yet just as she had settled into the gentle feel of the kiss it changed, he couldn't help himself, her taste was intoxicating, the sweet hot chocolate she had consumed at the game, mixing with the mints she loved so much lingered on her lips and tongue and he found himself wanting more, his hand curled at the back of her neck and he tugged her body tight against his lean frame and wrapped his arm round her waist, forcing her to stand on her toes. 

Her lips parted more and she began to kiss him back deeply, her hands sliding to tangle in the curls of dark hair on his head, moaning low in her throat as he turned to let the still hot water of the shower cascade over her, drenching her and him in liquid heat, he continued walking her backwards until the porcelain tiles were at her back, she let out a scream of surprise against his lips and he chuckled wickedly, his hands falling to her thighs as he pressed her more firmly into the wall. He pulled her legs apart and wrapped them at his waist, barely hearing her mumbled protest at his actions, her hips squirmed against him in such a delightful way, that he would have ignored the whispered words anyway, his body was aligned so that one thrust would sink him deep into her and he lifted his gaze to hers, asking in that incredibly sexy, husky voice, if she wanted to change her mind, her head shook frantically as she cried out a soft no, oh no, please, and he whispered back that he liked the sound of her begging.

She blushed at his words and yet, couldn't help herself, she began to beg softly against his lips, pleading with him to take her, make love to her, she didn't want to wait, she needed to feel him inside her body, each word was punctuated by a whimper or sigh as he teased her with his hands and lips, bending his head to capture her left nipple in his mouth and suckle hungrily, her body bucked forward at the thrilling sensation and her hips pressed wantonly at his, she writhed in his grasp and even he couldn't deny that he wanted her so with a swift motion, he shifted his body and drove deep into her. Both she and he cried out at the joining, his was harsh and low and hers soft and keening, her own hips thrust forward to hold him within her tight body, her fingers rake at his shoulders as she clings to him, almost instantly beginning to move with a hard, driving rhythm, he captures her hands, pulls her arms above her head and pins her to the wall with his body, over and over he thrusts forward, battering her hips with his own, pressing her harder against the cold wall of the shower, his motions relentless as he takes her almost carelessly. 

She certainly doesn't make a single protest as he takes her body harder and harder, in fact she presses her lips to his ear and begs and whispers erotic images of how she feels, how much she wants him to do just what he is doing to her body, the things she wants to do to him, her long legs tighten at his waist and he grunts out his approval at the feeling of her limbs holding him deeper into her body, she shudders against him and begs more fiercely as he takes her higher and higher, suddenly stilling and sinking her teeth into his shoulder as she fights to not scream out, her orgasm rocks her mind almost as hard as it does her body, sending her spinning out of control, writhing and bucking beneath him like a wild thing. Its not one thing, its the combination of things that sets him off behind her, first her words, then her bite, the pain sending a shudder through him, and finally when her body breaks and she explodes over him, he loses control too, driving her against the wall hard and fast before sinking as deep as he possibly can inside her body, spilling his seed deep within her and grinding his hips hard into her body, finally both are spent and exhausted, but he has enough of his wits about him to stumble from the shower to the locker room, he sinks down on the floor and curls her beneath him, still tightly joined to her, his lips nuzzle at her throat gently and she whimpers in utter pleasure, snuggling her body into his for the warmth of him, she bursts into giggles at his words to her right before he falls sleep. 

"What's your name, baby?" After she whispers her name against his throat, she too falls into an exhausted sleep.



After the Game



After the strip poker game Laura and Darren went upstairs, leaving Josh and Tricia in the basement. Looking up at him through her eyelashes, Tricia thought about how he'd looked naked. She thought it was odd that he was the first black guy that she'd seen totally naked. Not that odd she supposed, since she lived in a mostly black and Hispanic neighborhood, but it was interesting that both she and Laura were white while Josh and Darren were black. Well, actually Tricia was half-white, half-Asian racially but she didn't know anything about the Asian half so she thought it somewhat disrespectful to claim it.

Sitting there, trying to think of something to say, Tricia could hear the TV turning on upstairs.

"So, what do you think they're doing?" she asked Josh with a smile. It was a little uncomfortable for her, only 18 years old herself, his 21 years kinda intimidated her. Big college man and all and she'd just graduated high school. 

Looking at her a little nervously himself Josh shrugged. She was awfully pretty. "Can I feel you up?" he blurted out, before thinking about it. Tricia could tell but she thought he might be blushing, she definitely was. Josh really hadn't meant to just blurt out like that, but Tricia had been the first girl to have to take off her bra and he felt like she had the most perfect breasts; round and perky, probably about a C-cup. 

Since they were always hidden under slightly baggy shirts he hadn't known how gorgeous her breasts were, and the rest of her was just so silky smooth. She was pale, but with golden undertones, and her dark brown hair seemed to glint in the sunlight that was filtering in through the closed drapes. 

"I'm sorry," he said at the same time that she said, "I guess so."

Tricia blushed ever deeper as his eyes widened. "Really?" he asked, surprise in his voice.

Shrugging she looked away, unable to meet his eyes, "Sure..."

"Are you just saying that because..." he couldn't quite figure out how to phrase it, but she knew what he meant.

"No..." she blushed even deeper, "I've had a crush on you for awhile... even last summer when we first met..."

"Really?" he was starting to feel like a broken record but he really hadn't known that she'd had a crush on him. Tricia nodded, still not looking at him. Scooting forward he put two fingers under her chin and turned her head to face him; her cheeks were beet red. Grinning, he leaned forward and kissed her. Hesitating a moment she kissed back, letting her lips part as he scooted even closer to her. They kissed for a few moments, and then his hands were around her waist, sliding under her shirt and caressing the smooth skin of her back.

For a moment she almost felt a little panicked, but then logic kicked in and she remembered that she had not only been almost naked in front of this guy, but that she wanted him to touch her anyway. It was just startling to have something that she'd occasionally day-dreamed about actually come true, she felt very awkward. Most of her anxiety was due to the fear that he wouldn't like her body, although he'd already seen it, or that she'd be bad at this. Although she'd had sex before, it was on prom night with her date and it hadn't been that much of a roaring success... especially when they'd broken up the next day. Her self-confidence had suffered during that, and so she was feeling particularly worried now. 

It seemed that she didn't need to have any nervous feelings as Josh's arm went around her waist and his other hand began to slide up her front. His fingers slipped under her bra and squeezed gently, she moaned into his mouth with excitement... the gentle touch was making her very horny and wet. As their kiss deepened, the touch on her breast became more firm, he massaged her boob, squeezing and caressing. When his fingers touched her hard nipple she gasped, the intense pleasure rocketing through her.

The night she'd lost her virginity, there had been very little foreplay. In fact, her boyfriend had never seemed interested in foreplay or in her enjoyment; the way Josh was playing with her body was making Tricia feel weak in the knees. It was probably a good thing she was already sitting. The hand behind her back slid up and he popped open the clasp to her bra single-handed; she was slightly startled and rather impressed. Sliding her shirt up over her head, Josh smiled at her blush as she bared herself to him again... somehow it was so much more embarrassing now, but the way that he looked at her exposed breasts made it a lot easier on her. Leaning forward to kiss her again, he put a hand on each breast and began to knead them, making her moan into his mouth as his tongue quested.

He'd never put his shirt back on, and as he pressed her down towards the floor she felt his bare naked chest against hers, it was very soft and nice. When he began to move his mouth down her neck and to her shoulders she opened her eyes and watched him... suddenly she understood what turned people on so much about racially mixed sex. The contrast of their bodies was both intense and erotic... she wondered if his dick would look any different too. With his dark face practically buried in her breasts as he sucked on her nipple, she decided she liked the way they looked together. Running her hands up and down his arms, up to his shoulders and back to his elbows, she arched her back to press her breasts up, begging for more attention. 

It felt like her pussy was soaking, almost uncomfortably wet in her underwear as he played with her breasts. Although she'd just intended to fool around a little bit, she suddenly had the intense urge to actually have sex with him. After all, why not? She was single, they were both interested... and he was already paying more attention to her pleasure than any other guy had. Sex with him could possibly actually be pleasurable... and besides, with his teeth biting into her nipples she was hornier than ever. 

So she didn't stop him as he began to work his way down her belly, fiery kisses making a burning path that just ignited her even more. When he got to the waistband of her jeans he looked up at her and she nodded.

"Yes... please..." it was enough. Within seconds her jeans were off and he was running his hands up and down her smooth thighs, admiring her shaved pussy. Everything about her was cream and pink, and he liked the way he looked dark and rather intimidating against her body. Lowering his mouth to her wetness, Josh licked a long swipe up the inside of her slit; Tricia moaned and her hips jerked in response, eliciting a short cry from her. Moaning wildly, she humped her hips against his face as he sucked on her pussy lips, nibbling at her clit. He didn't know it, but it was the first time that any guy had actually taken the time to eat her out, and she was in heaven. As his hands ran up to grab hold of her breasts, she shook with pleasure, his fingers pinching and tugging on her nipples as he sucked her clit into his mouth and bit down. 

Tricia was on the very edge of an orgasm when he pulled away. Crying out her disappointment, she looked down between her legs where he was pulling off his pants, and realized that it was time. He was very big, his dick was even more swollen than it had been during the game... she reached a hand down and gripped it as he moved up towards her; her hand looked small and pale against him. Leaning down, he kissed her and their hips pressed together, her breasts being crushed against him. Her hand still wrapped around his dick, it rubbed against her inner thigh and pulsed in her grip; she moved her legs even wider in eager response, her instincts telling her what was coming.

Sitting back up, Josh moved her hand and used his own to place his dark piece of meat at the entrance to her pink pussy. It looked very imposing against the creaminess of her thighs and pussy lips and the delicate pink of her inner folds. He groaned with pleasure at her tightness as he began to push in, liking the way his dick disappeared into her body... so dark and glistening against her pale coloring. Moving back and forth slowly, he went gently, seeing the grimace on her face. Although she had been very close to orgasm and was very wet, she also wasn't exactly very sexually active for the most part and so wasn't very stretched out. 

It hurt just a little as he went it, opening up her hole more than it had ever been stretched before; and even though it hurt in a good way she was grateful that he was moving slowly. Finally his groin was pressed up against hers, and she looked down at their conjoined hips; black meeting white in erotic harmony.

Looking up at him, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him down for a kiss as he began to move in and out of her body. At first his thrusts were slow and gentle, carefully making sure that her body had adjusted to their activity. When she began to move back against him, he started to press harder, moving up and down against her pussy every time he hit home and rubbing against her clit. Moaning she humped back, loving the way his hands felt on her body, the way her pussy felt when she gripped him with her muscles. He felt so big inside her, and so good...

Josh watched her face contort with passion, as her body arched. Looking down he watched his dick moving in and out of her white pussy, rubbing against it and sliding inside... Holding himself inside of her he humped against her body, making her scream with pleasure as she came, the friction against her clit and the way his dick bounced inside her body gave her an especially intense orgasm. Feeling her tight walls convulse around him, he groaned and thrust a few more times, holding himself deep inside her as his dick throbbed and he spurted cum into her body.

They lay there for a few moments, completely satisfied... enjoying the feel of the other's bodies. Tricia was a little worried about what might happen now, but she vowed that she would just be content with this being an incredible experience if that was all that happened. 

"Wanna go to dinner with me?" asked Josh into her ear.

Tricia smiled, her arms hugging him tighter and closer to her, "That sounds wonderful." and his lips brushed against her neck as they held each other close. 



After the Game



Looking back there were so many turning points in our lives but for me sexuality, and sex in general and its effect on our friendship and the different ways love developed became important in the autumn of the year we turned eighteen. I'm not talking about the "kids fooling about" stuff but the powerful sort that attracts and repels, the sort that drives you and changes your life forever.

Janey and I were now regulars at the gym. We had student passes which made it just about affordable. We were keen on hockey and the second round of the girls' county trials was coming up soon. I was already in the county team having been picked last season but Janey was still in the "possibles". A lanky beanpole from a neighbouring school had been awarded the "probables" place in attack because she was fitter than Janey even though she couldn't match Janey's speed and strength.

Janey had a couple of other problems. She was small, only five feet four in her trainers, but like a lot of small people she was tough and aggressive, very upfront and outgoing - a real party animal.

That was the other problem.

At our age there were lots of parties. seventeenth birthdays, eighteenth birthdays, even the odd nineteenth birthday. Sometimes we went to the local nightclubs or discos for student specials - no alcohol - and if we had exchange students from Germany or France (those were our language options at school) we always took them out to the local pubs - plenty of alcohol there! There were passing exam parties, passing driving test parties, end of term parties, you name it. Most of our parents were amazingly tolerant and allowed parties with booze so long as we didn't do go over the top. But any time anybody's parents were away - then it got really wild.

And Janey was the wildest of all, even the boys were a bit wary of her. She drank way too much and often ended up legless. I only got as far as the giggling stage before I couldn't take any more so I was usually sober enough to see us both back home. Usually I had to wait while she had a goodbye snog and a grope in someone's hallway as we were leaving. I can still see her that way; up against a wall swallowing some guy's tongue with her arms draped over his shoulder, cigarette in one hand - she smoked too, I really disapproved of that. Meanwhile he would have his hands under her top trying to get her bra over her tits, or one hand up her skirt and down her panties while she ground her hips into him.

Sometimes I would be similarly occupied - minus the cigarette - but my moments never seemed as wild and abandoned as Janey's. I was usually pulling wandering palms and fingers away, or maybe just keeping a wrist grip on an exploring hand in case it went too far but she didn't care what they did to her, though I never did see her go all the way - even upstairs in the bedrooms when we all went pretty far - but somehow I guessed she might have done it at least once.

So the gym was a must. Janey was determined to get into good shape for the trials and I was determined to help her. We had been best friends since our first day at primary school and we did most things together.

We attended an aerobics class on Monday nights, and either circuit training on Wednesdays or weight training on Fridays, homework came in somewhere in between - but we got it done. Despite all the parties and the sport we were conscientious scholars - both predicted Grade A's. I wanted to be a barrister - all my teachers said I had the sort of unemotional unrelenting logic that would probably make me a good lawyer; Janey wasn't sure what she wanted, either journalism or politics.

Tonight was aerobics and the gym was full of leotard clad bodies and sports bras as we all filed past the Reception desk to the main hall. There were a few men - nothing to write home about, mostly trying to get rid of middle-aged flab - and lots of middle-aged women too. Janey and I were always the youngest there. It was different for circuit and weight training - a mixture of young men and young women. All older than us but at least fanciable. Last season, two months before my sixteenth birthday - Janey's two months younger than that - we got chatted up by a couple of blokes about twenty-four. Smart haircuts, expensive smelling aftershave or shower gel or something else equally heady, and new, smart sports gear - and smart suits when we saw them in the bar afterwards - no alcohol with our student passes. They asked us out for a drink and everything. Janey would have said yes of course but one of their friends on the periphery of the conversation, the flirting and chat up lines, said something about "jailbait" and they backed off pretty quickly. After that they were just polite, though the next week one of them was on the weights machine next to the one Janey and I were sharing. He asked a bit jokingly when were we eighteen. "Midnight tonight," Janey said, quick as a flash as she took my place ready to do her set.

"Oh yeah?" he said with a smile and then he turned to me as he stood up. "What about you then?"

At five feet ten I'm tall, and kind of rangy compared to Janey. She can pass for eighteen when she's made up but I've walked into some 21 and over nights at the disco with no trouble. He was looking down into my eyes and I had to look up a good couple of inches. I caught my breath and my legs turned wobbly and I couldn't help but stammer the truth.

"March 24th." I said, and looked down in embarrassment. He had well muscled, dark hairy legs and new Reebok trainers. Back then March 24th was nine weeks away.

"Hmm," he said as I looked up. "Might see you around after the summer." He grinned and threw his towel across his shoulder as he strode away.

"Idiot!" Janey hissed as she heaved the bar upwards. "You should have said you were eighteen, you can easily pass for it, then we'd both have had a chance."

I wished I had Janey's confidence. Now that he'd gone I could see the missed opportunity, but I was really thrown. This was the first time I'd been seriously approached by a proper, grown up man, and he was serious, I could see that in his eyes. Suddenly I'd taken a step up from the world of the gangly, acne-ridden lads who hung around us at school. Even the upper sixth form boys weren't in this league. My pulse, which had just about returned to normal after my set, was now racing and I'm sure that if I hadn't already been sweating and red from exertion my colour would have been up too.

I looked towards where he was now standing with two or three of his friends. "They're not going to be seriously interested in us." I defended my lack of enthusiasm, no - more than that; my real anxiety about what we might get ourselves into. "They wouldn't settle for a snog and a quick feel." I leaned forward and almost whispered as she breathed in deeply and hoisted the bar for the last one of her set. "They'd expect us to go all the way."

"So, it's got to happen sometime," she returned, lowering the bar carefully. "How would you like your first time to be? With someone like him, probably in a smart flat? Or up behind the bike sheds with Darren Clarke after the May Ball?"

"Oh God no! Not Darren Clarke," I said with feeling and we both burst out laughing and my embarrassment and that peculiar sense of ashamed arousal disappeared with the break in tension.

But the gym was now a place of sexual tension in a way that it had never been before. That was good as it made motivating Janey easier. She was forever pointing out good-looking blokes in their twenties or even thirties. "What about him then?" she'd say with a nod in the strategic direction. We'd even started giving them points. Not uncommon I later found out, amongst both men and women in groups.

We had to give the women points too, just as a way of seeing if we stood a chance in a straight competition between us and some of them if we were ever after the same man. Over a Lucozade Sport in the bar we gave ourselves six out of ten and rated the other women above or below that. Mostly we won, well, in her own mind Janey always won, I wasn't so sure. Some of the women in here were very attractive.

For instance, in our aerobics class they were mostly pretty old but there was one younger woman who we kind of envied really. We'd given her an eight on our scale, I'd argued for nine but Janey wouldn't go that far. Her name was Deborah Sullivan and she had long blonde hair and was in her early twenties. She was already married with a ten month old baby boy so we couldn't really count her in our "who would get off with who" chart but if she were available she'd have been way up there. I guess she was trying to get her body back into shape after the baby - and it was working. Her husband was a few years older and they seemed quite well-off. He brought her once or twice in a Mercedes but she mostly drove herself in a new BMW. She usually brought her baby in with her but he was always fast asleep in one of those carry-cot come buggy type things. She put him just inside the doors where she could see him if he woke up. He never did - that kid was so placid, even with all the music and calling. But then so was she, so cool and together, so focussed on her exercises. She hardly ever spoke, although the baby was always being cooed over by the other women. Even Janey and I had a peek and came over all gooey. She just smiled and said what a good boy he was.

On the day that she first really came to my attention she was in the front line like she always was so she could be near the door if her baby cried. We were in the row immediately behind. The aerobics instructor turned on the CD. "Pump Up the Volume", we always started with that, and soon we were all pumping away like mad and breathing was hard and the sweat began to run off us. Janey was breathing real ragged - she'd had a smoke on the way here. "Yeah, I know, " she'd said when I'd looked sideways at her. "Well, you're not my mum." But she'd thrown down the cigarette anyway.

In front of us Deborah Sullivan was also working hard. We were doing repeating knee lifts and her light blue sports crop top had an even darker blue line of sweat down the middle of her back. She was very slim with a good shape, even after the baby, and a bottom to die for. It's perfection was accentuated by the rhythmic lift of her right leg swinging from down on the floor right up until her knee was under her chin. Her waist was bare where the crop top ended but the sweat continued running downwards into the cleft of her buttocks and made the tight lycra pants as dark down there as the crop top. I didn't realise I was staring until Janey paused in her rhythm to lean across, "Great backside, now I know why you wanted to give her a nine - I reckon you fancy her more than the men!"

I knew better than to answer. Denial would be useless, it would be better to play along so I sort of winked and nodded. Janey grinned and picked up her rhythm.

We moved from knee lifts to body twists with our elbows up and hands tucked under our chins. Debbie swung to her left in my direction and I couldn't help looking still as I swung away in the same direction and I peeked out of the corner of my eye. Her eyes were closed in concentration so she didn't see me looking back at her. With her arms in that raised position and her torso twisting three-quarters on to me I could see the shape of one quite large and perfect breast, squashed by the crop top and with the nipple very prominent. Again the sweat had collected under her breast making the blue of her top even darker just there. God, I wished that I looked like that. She was perfect, she was tall and slim - though not as tall as me - with big boobs. Mine were a reasonable 34B but on my frame they looked too small. In that moment, with her rib cage heaving with effort and the dark patches of sweat in all the strategic places she was truly, sexually beautiful; with her long hair hanging straight down the sides of her face and that perfect figure. If those two guys had to choose between either of us and her we wouldn't have stood a chance.

"No, it's got to be a ten." I breathed as the exercise came to an end. I said it out loud but didn't realise until Janey looked across at me

"Whoa baby," she said, "now I am getting worried!" She was grinning as she said it but there was a look of devilish mischief in her eye that meant I was in for some serious ragging when we got back to school. "Anyway," she continued, "it's only because she's breast feeding."

"What?" I didn't get it.

"Her tits, you were staring at her tits," she whispered. "They're only that size because she's still breast-feeding. They'll be the same as mine when she's back to normal." Janey wiped her face then looped her towel over her shoulder and looked down at herself. She cupped a hand under each breast and hefted them through the lycra. They were quite big, I thought. I'd not really noticed before, but they did seem to be quite a bit bigger than I'd realised.

"You're putting on weight." I said maliciously. We both knew it wasn't true.

We continued at the gym every week religiously. I was determined to get Janey through. The guys were regular too and our exchanges had developed into an easy sexual banter that was just teasing really. We were flattered - well I was, Janey was frustrated and took it much further. She even flashed her boobs at one of them one time when she'd caught him looking at her from the other side of the room. She was doing stretches and just slipped the edge of her tank top up with one hand while bending over sideways. You should have seen his face! He just kind of grinned and shook his head in amazement. Nobody else saw - least I don't think so - nobody said anything anyway.

Debbie Sullivan was always there too. Her baby got bigger and he began to be awake sometimes but just lay there big eyes staring all around. He was really good. I did get some ragging about "fancying" her but Janey didn't ever take it to the extremes that I though she might, even when she caught me staring again. I couldn't help it though- her waist was getting slimmer but her boobs weren't getting any smaller despite what Janey had said. She was still a goddess.

Our birthdays came and went and so did the county trials! Despite the cigarettes and the lack of real effort Janey got in, much to the disappointment of the beanpole. Janey was a natural. Her aggression on the field was phenomenal and sometimes got her into trouble. She never gave up on anything and often went head to head with the opposition threatening all kinds of violence until the ref. intervened. The only time I ever saw her beaten in anything - the moment that probably defined both our lives forever -came in the quarter-finals of the all England Schools Cup.

We'd done really well to get that far - mostly thanks to Janey who was our top goal scorer. We were up against a hot team from a fee-paying school in Oxfordshire, the next county. We were the underdogs, this lot were fit and strong, and big too; and they had that confidence that seems to come from their kind of background or breeding, or whatever. But they were cool too, they didn't let anything faze them, even when we went a goal up with twenty minutes to go.

We defended well but with ten minutes to go it happened - Janey being beaten I mean, and I swear that's what cost us the game. Janey had broken with the ball and was streaking down the centre looking dangerous. Another goal would have sealed it but the opposition captain, a tall blonde with refined manners and a cut glass accent, calmly and quite deliberately thrust her stick between Janey's legs and she went sprawling across the astroturf - ouch! Janey came up spitting blood and fury. We got to her quickly - just as well as the ref was still halfway down the pitch. The opposition captain didn't back off though despite Janey's obvious intentions, she just stood there coolly waiting as Janey shot forward shrugging off our clutching hands. Janey was on her instantly, her furious face thrusting upwards barely an inch from her opponent, screaming obscenities, her free arm - I had hold of one - reaching for the taller girl's long blonde hair.

The blonde just leaned forward and kissed her!

Tongue and everything - straight into Janey's open screaming mouth! Janey stopped dead, her hand on the blonde's hair but no longer clutching for a root tearing pull, just poised there, almost a caress. It was a frozen moment that to me seemed to go on forever but in truth was so quick that it probably went unnoticed by most of the players and certainly by the spectators.

The ref came puffing up and the blonde backed off, grinning at Janey. Some of the opposition who had also been close enough to see were all giggling, hands over mouths - schoolgirl stuff. We were stunned into silence.

"Fuck you!" Janey spat, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

The blonde, looked straight back at Janey and ran just the very the tip of her tongue round her lips. "Any time," she almost whispered. The repeat was even quieter, "any time baby," and she winked.

We got the penalty but after that Janey just didn't seem to be in the game. I've never seen her so distracted. Anger was normally good for her game and she was angry alright, with a quiet seething fury but her mind was definitely elsewhere. As a consequence the opposition scored twice and we lost by the one goal.

Afterwards, in the showers, Janey was still quietly seething, not wanting to talk to anyone - not even me let alone the coach when she came round offering commiserations. Janey showered and towelled down quickly, thrusting her gear into her bag in furious silence. I guessed what might be coming so got changed quickly myself and followed her outside. As I suspected she went round to where the opposition would come out, it was round the corner away from the waiting buses and the crowds of supporters. "Janey," I called. She ignored me and lit up a cigarette. The jubilant laughter of the winning team came through the half-open windows of their changing rooms, billowing out with the steam from the showers. I waited, knowing better than to interfere at this stage but ready to step in if it got out of hand.

They came out in twos and threes with the tall blonde captain towards the end. They were all in smart uniforms, typical public school. Her uniform blazer was different to the others, fancier, with piped edges and a couple of enamel badges on the lapels. Off the field with some make-up on she looked older than most of the others, upper sixth form, probably around eighteen. She wore dark stockings instead of white ankle socks. She saw Janey and stopped. Janey took a drag of her cigarette as she stepped forward. The blonde stepped towards her. The last of her team lingered, sensing trouble. "It's alright," their captain said to them in her crisp clear accent, slightly imperious. "Tell Miss Wilkes I'll be along in a sec." They hesitated, "No really," she continued, "shoo, shoo," and gestured them away with her hands.

Oh, oh, I thought. She was a half a head taller than Janey and maybe eighteen months older, she probably thought she could take Janey but she didn't know her like I did. I unslung my bag and prepared to step in. "Janey," there was a warning in my voice. I glanced at my watch, "it's five, the coach leaves at ten past. Don't start anything." Then the blonde held out her hand.

"Sorry about that," she said, "the penalty I mean."

"What the fuck was all that about!?" Janey hissed.

There was a moment's silence. "Oh, I see, not the penalty. Well... it was a bet... a dare really" the cut-glass accent enunciated every word clearly, the out thrust hand dropped to her side.

"What bet?" Janey said.

"Well, we always award points to the opposition players - you know, "which one is most butch of course - there's always some real dogs in most hockey teams. It's a kind of joke. I guess it comes from being at an all-girls school. We give the highest scores to the one that would be the most... well, 'fanciable' I suppose" she shrugged, "you know... sexy."




After the Game



"What?" Janey was taken aback - again, and my mind immediately went back to our points scoring game in the gym.

"You came top," she continued " - nine out of ten, and it soon became obvious that you were also the real danger. At half time we had a bet to see if anyone would dare kiss you on the field in front of everybody - we figured that would stop you." She smiled slightly. "We've done it before. We're not dykes or anything," she said quickly, "it just kind of puts the opposition off. No hard feelings?" She held out her hand again.

I've never seen Janey stunned into such complete silence before. She just stared open-mouthed but I could tell she was trying to work something out. Janey wouldn't let anyone get the better of her like this. Janey, who was always so completely in charge - always willing to go the extra mile.

She dropped her cigarette, and stubbed it out with her foot. "Ok," she said and took the offered hand. Then, with that mischievous smile I knew so well she said simply, "Do you want to do it again?"

"Do what?" Now it was the blonde's turn to be taken aback.

"Kiss me again," said Janey, still holding the blonde's right hand only now she'd half turned it and I could see her stroking the other's palm with her forefinger. "Only this time I get to kiss you back."

For the first time the opposition captain appeared to be losing her poise. She coloured up then looked around. She glanced at me. "Don't mind me," I said quite enjoying the situation. "You can walk away if you like. I'm not part of this."

"Or you can take a chance." Said Janey, looking up straight into the blonde's blue eyes. Was I imagining it, or was Janey sounding a little breathless, sexy even. I began to think this wasn't just revenge.

The blonde seemed to make her mind up. "Ok," she said apprehensively, "if you want to." Janey let go of her hand and reached up to the blond hair, an echo of her move on the field. "Nine, eh? Well, you're not so bad yourself." The blonde gasped a little, bent her head forward and downward, lips parted slightly. Janey stood up on her toes a little and they brushed lips, their breathing noticeably heavier now. Janey's tongue flicked out, just a touch, not penetrating. The tall blonde opposition captain's eyes few wide open like a startled rabbit but then closed as Janey pressed her lips to the blonde's mouth. My own feelings were taking me by surprise. I couldn't tear my eyes away.

"I can taste your cigarette." The opposition captain murmured, eyes still closed, not pulling away, swaying slightly

"Sorry," Janey murmured back and kissed her again, lightly.

"I don't mind," this, a breathless moan. The blonde flicked out her own tongue and parted Janey's lips a little more then they both stepped in closer, hands which had been resting hesitantly on each others arms and shoulders were now more decisive, around necks and heads, fingers intertwining with hair. Suddenly they were devouring each other. They stepped back to the wall and the blonde, already unsteady on her feet, slumped against it, her arms round Janey's neck kissing her back.

First Janey was dominant, thrusting her tongue into the blonde's open mouth, having it sucked in return, having it bitten gently at first, but then I could see teeth really taking hold. Then Janey was receiving - furious thrusts accompanied by moans and murmurs. each returning kiss taken passionately.

I became acutely aware that someone might come round the corner any minute and as fascinated as I was I stepped away from them and peeped round. All clear so far. When I looked back I could see that things had moved way beyond kissing.

This had happened so often before, me waiting while Janey had a snog and a quick feel but there were some major differences about this encounter; like, it was Janey doing the 'feeling'. As I watched she ran her hands up and down the blonde's ribs pressing her thumbs, then her palms against her breasts. The blonde was doing nothing to stop her as they both carried on kissing and biting. Then Janey was tugging the blouse free from the skirt and running her hands up the inside. I could see her working away at the bra, reaching round behind.

"Just lift it", the blonde gasped between kisses, "it's not that tight." The front of the blouse was rucked up on Janey's forearms so I could see the blonde's bare midriff and ribcage as her breasts popped free. Janey rubbed her palms over them both and squeezed and pulled them. I couldn't help it, I found myself doing the same to mine.

Janey pulled at a nipple, and again thrust her tongue into the blonde's mouth.

"God, I'm coming," the blonde breathed past Janey's tongue, then pulled away, her eyes now wide in startled surprise. "I'm coming," she said again in complete bewilderment, "quick." She pulled one of Janey's hands away from her breasts and thrust it between her legs, lifting at the pleated grey skirt to get it out of the way. The dark stockings were not stockings but tights. Janey's hand was reaching between the blonde's legs rubbing at the harsh nylon.

"No, inside, inside," she urged biting at Janey's ears and neck then returning for another deep snog. Janey's hand was quickly up at the waistband and then down again slipping inside the front of the tights while the blonde held the waistband away so Janey could get in more easily. I couldn't see any more but I could imagine where Janey's finger was going.

"Ooooh, yess," she whimpered, "Oh God, yes pleease." Her face was ecstatic, then she started to moan and clamped her lips around Janey's tongue once more, muffling the long drawn out wail that followed. I glanced around the corner again, surely someone would come looking? I glanced at my watch, I was staggered, barely two minutes had passed since I'd warned Janey the coach would be leaving soon.

The keening wail was dying down, almost to a sob. The blonde had her arms round Janey, clinging to her for support, her head on Janey's shoulder, eyes still closed. Janey was kissing her neck, biting at her hair, she moved her arm slightly. "Nooo, don't take it out yet." The blonde pleaded, "I haven't... quite... finished... yet, ...just... oooh lovely, that's it, ...just one more... please? Mmmmh. Lovely."

She swayed a little despite clinging on to Janey then her eyes flicked open and she looked straight at me. "Sorry about that," she apologised as if she'd dropped a biscuit or something, the refined politeness back in place, "that's never happened before." She began to unwind herself from Janey's neck.

Janey laughed, "me neither." They both pulled away from each other - embarrassment setting in.

"Look at me, I'm a mess," the blonde captain said, "and I'm so wet. God, I hope I don't smell on the bus on the way back." She pulled her bra back down heaving each breast into place before tucking her dishevelled blouse back into her skirt and straightening her tie.

"Wait," Janey said, and turned the blonde half way round.

"What is it?" she asked glancing back down over her shoulder.

"It's alright. Your skirt is tucked into your knickers." Janey pulled it out for her and fluffed out the pleats.

"That was awesome." Janey breathed looking up at her. "Look, I started it to get my own back, kind of..." she took her bottom lip between her teeth, always a sign of contrition, "but when said you didn't mind the taste of my cigarette and then you didn't stop me from feeling your tits... well, I just... lost it. I couldn't stop. Sorry."

"That's ok, really. It was just as much my fault. I didn't want you to stop," said the blonde, "not after a bit anyway. Look, I've really, really never done anything like that before- you won't tell will you?"

"'Course not," Janey replied scornfully.

No, I thought, tough little Janey, it would be more than her reputation was worth back at school if this got round; it would diminish her power with the other girls, they would slaughter her. And as far as the boys were concerned, well you were a lesbian anyway if you didn't put out on the first date - not that Janey had any trouble in that direction - but if it turned out to be true... well, where would that leave her? And me come to that, as her 'best mate' I would inevitably be tarred with the same brush.

"I'd better be going," said the blonde captain, and gathered up her sports bag.

She paused and then spoke again, her poise was returning "Look, when you were really angry with me on the field, and you said...you know... 'Fuck you,'" she reached out and touched Janey's arm, "well come down to Bagshott's one weekend and you can if you want to, fuck me, I mean, properly, really."

She looked straight at Janey "For real, I mean it. I've got my own room and everything."

"Carmel?" We were all startled by the voice as its owner came round the corner. I had been neglecting my self-appointed guard duty. "Carmel, are you alright? We're all ready to go. The others said you'd be along in a minute."

"Miss Wilkes, sorry," said Carmel startled, "I'm just coming." She must have realised the irony of her remark because she coloured up to the roots of her hair. Janey and I both suppressed a giggle.

Miss Wilkes looked at us suspiciously then back to Carmel's still dishevelled appearance. "You haven't been fighting have you?" She probably took us for two low life ruffians who wouldn't hesitate to rough up one of her public school girls over the result of hockey match.

"No," said Carmel hastily, "we were talking about the game, we were saying how much we'd all enjoyed it. We were exchanging names and addresses, you know."

Miss Wilkes softened slightly. "Very well, but we'll be late if we don't go now. We need to get back to school in time for evening prayers or the Rector will have something to say." Miss Wilkes, turned on her heel, "nice to meet you girls," she nodded briefly in our direction, "thank your sports mistress for such a pleasantly spirited game, come along Carmel" and she strode off round the corner.

"Carmel Bellingham..." Carmel called back, as she hefted her bag. "Bagshott's Independent School for Girls, we're in the book. Quick, give me your number. She stopped and fiddled in her bag for something to write on, she found only a pen.

"Come along Carmel," Miss Wilkes called back.

"Janey - Jane Harrison. Here," Janey grabbed the pen and scribbled a number on the palm of Carmel's hand. "It's my mobile - if I ever get any credit - but you can call me on it even if it does run out. Text me!" Carmel looked as pleased as the cat that had got the cream, the dog with two tails, all of those cliché things. She closed her fist around the precious number and gripped it tightly as if she might lose it.

Carmel set off after Miss Wilkes but kept looking back, she mimed dialling a telephone and then held her hands together as if in prayer, mouthing something 'please' I think, then blew a kiss before finally turning and scurrying after Miss Wilkes. We could hear Miss Wilkes fading into the distance as they strode down the path towards the waiting bus. "Are you sure you showered properly Carmel? You'd better have another when you get back to school. And your blouse doesn't look as if it's been ironed at all, and your hair. This is most unlike you; you're usually so well groomed." Carmel rummaged in her bag and pulled out a hairbrush and started tugging it through her long blonde tangles, pausing to look back and wave the hairbrush in our direction before following Miss Wilkes up the steps into the bus. Even at that distance I could see her huge grin. She was one happy girl I thought.

Wow! I let it sink in. I didn't know what to say to Janey. Janey turned to me.

"Don't dare say a word about this will you." It was not a question.

"'Course not, what are best friends for?"

I have to confess that my thoughts on that score were in a bit of a turmoil. Over the past year or two I'd watched Janey with countless boys, giving her all - well, not quite her all - and it hadn't bothered me a bit. She would go out on dates or spend hours with the boys at parties - then tell me all about it afterwards of course - and I would heartily applaud. But girls were just for friends, to share secrets with, to borrow make up from, to talk about boys with. And as far as other girls were concerned Janey and I were an exclusive two-some.

I felt curiously ambivalent. Carmel was a girl who looked like becoming very good friends with my best friend, normally the cue for a serious bout of eye scratching. But then Carmel was for sex, and if she'd been a boy I'd have approved.

I'd felt nothing of this a few minutes before as I'd watched them. Of course, initially I'd approved because Janey was putting one over on her hockey opponent. I'd been lost in admiration at Janey's daring in offering another kiss. I'd enjoyed the way Carmel had lost her poise- her discomfort. I'd even approved when Carmel had agreed because in effect she'd shown submission and accepted Janey's dominance. Job done, Janey wins again.

I'd been intrigued - even voyeuristically excited when the passion crept in but I think that I'd switched to 'watching Janey with a boy' mode by then. No threat to our friendship there. Sex and friendship don't mix, and I wasn't interested in Janey for sex. Obviously Carmel was. Did that make her a non-threatening honorary boy? Or was she still a girl coming between me and my best friend? I'd have to go with my feelings, but right now I wasn't feeling much of anything.

When we got back to our own bus the others were eager to know if Janey had sorted out that "toffee nosed blonde captain".

"Oh yes," Janey replied grinning at me - more or less back to her old self now she was on familiar ground. "I sorted her out all right. She could hardly stand when I'd finished with her."

One or two of them raised a ragged cheer. "Good ol' Janey, look we've saved you and Sarah a seat at the back." They moved to one side and patted the prized empty spaces.

"I'm too knackered for all that back seat singing and stuff, me and Sarah are going to have a quiet little seat by ourselves and sleep all the way home."

This was very unusual for Janey but there was plenty of space on the coach and Janey chose a seat away from all the others. There wasn't even anybody across the aisle. Even more unusually she pushed into the window seat first, she usually liked to be on the outside so she could take part in any "action" or gossip unless she was with a boy. She 'shushed' me when I started to protest, then she reached up to the luggage rack and dragged down her oversized blue and yellow anorak and spread it over the pair of us like a duvet before snuggling up to me with her head on my shoulder as the coach set off. I stared over her head out of the window into the early evening dusk as we made our way towards the motorway and the hour-long journey home. After a few moments I glanced down at Janey. Her eyes were closed, her lips were slightly parted and her breathing had the regularity of sleep. She looked vulnerable lying there, with an innocence that didn't belong. Without Janey on the back seat to keep the party going the coach was unusually quiet and as the darkness outside became more complete the driver dimmed the interior lights. I looked around. Most of the team seemed to be asleep, there was just a quiet murmur of voices from the teachers at the front.

I was just beginning to doze off myself when Janey stirred. I looked down. Her closed eyes and steady breathing hadn't altered. There were just a couple of strands of dark hair that had fallen across her eyes. But she wasn't asleep. Under the puffy anorak her hand found mine and she pulled it across to her left breast and pressed my fingers into the soft flesh. I stiffened and started to pull away. "Shhh," she whispered, even though I'd made no sound. Then opened her eyes and looked up at me. "Why not?" She whispered, holding my hand in place, "you've done it before."

That was true, but not for years. Around the time we got our first bras, Janey first of course, she was always ahead of me, we had played around in the sorts of stupid little ways that I guess most girls do. I remember it gave me butterflies in my tummy when we used to scuttle off to one another's bedrooms and lift our tops up and undo our bras so we could feel each other. But then I always felt a little "dirty" and wanted to stop long before Janey did. Janey's older brother had told us that if you rubbed them they grew bigger. We'd done it a couple of times, Janey had even got some baby oil after I'd complained it made me sore.

"That was ages ago I whispered," trying to pull my hand away, "we were just kids".

"So?" hissed Janey. "It's alright for Carmel, I didn't get any back there, and there're no boys on this bus to fool around with." I couldn't deny the logic of that. Janey used to end most school bus trips with her underwear in her bag. "So you'll have to do." The logic continued.

"Besides," she whispered on, "you got randy back there too, I saw you." That logic was also uncomfortably undeniable. "No-one will know, and I want you to." All the while she continued to press my fingers into her breast. "I want you to." She repeated and as I gave in I thought, "Oh well, why not? It's not like I was really doing anything."

"Ok I whispered, and bent down and kissed her hair.

"Mmmmh", she sighed contentedly and her eyes closed again as she snuggled back up to me. She undid a couple of buttons on her blouse and I slipped my hand inside and rubbed the soft mound. I could feel the nipple against my palm through her bra; Janey didn't need any padding. "Inside" she whispered, eyes still closed. I slipped a finger inside the elastic casing and felt soft warmth of her. Slowly so as not to betray what I was doing to the outside world I eased my hand right inside the bra cup and squeezed Janey's breast rhythmically. The strength of the casing was restrictive though and I wasn't surprised that Janey wanted more. "Undo it," she breathed.

I started to move my hand round her back "Sit up, a bit," I said.

"Wait silly, it's at the front." She stifled a giggle. "Don't you know anything about girls?" I giggled too. A front loader, of course, I should have guessed. With Janey it was anything for ease of access. Under cover of shifting her position to get more comfortable she helped me to undo the clasp and the loose cups of the bra fell away as her breasts came free. I rubbed my hands over both of them, moving from one to the other in turn, squeezing and pulling. They were a lot bigger and heavier than the last time I'd done this. Janey purred like a contented cat. "That's better," she said.

All the rest of the way home I played with the softness of her, keeping my movements gentle under the anorak so they wouldn't be obvious to anybody glancing our way. I traced the underside of each breast against her rib cage with one finger, feeling the moistness gathered there. I lifted each in turn with my whole hand before releasing its weight. As it fell back into place I kept just enough contact so that the nipple scraped against my palm with the movement. I stroked her nipples and pulled gently at them. Sometimes I put my thumb on one nipple and stretched my span so I could reach the other with my middle finger. I moved them both in unison. I soon learned exactly what she liked best, what brought the low moans, how to get the best reaction from her. Janey was in seventh heaven. I never realised before just how much she enjoyed being played with. I was getting randy too but when Janey slid her hand up to my breast and gave it a little squeeze I said a firm but quiet "no" and gently removed it. 

As we neared home I realized that while I was busy up top Janey had been quietly working down below. She started to shift about a bit and had to stifle the moans. She looked up and said breathlessly, "I don't suppose you want to finish me off?"




After the Game



"I can't reach," I lied, "You'll have to do it yourself."

"Don't stop the other though will you?" she breathed

"No, I won't stop," I said gently.

Janey came as the bus pulled up outside the school where our parents were waiting. She murmured and fidgeted, finally shuddering to a climax.

The lights came on and people were beginning to stand, yawning and shrugging off sleep, some reaching their arms up stretching with the same shuddering finish as Janey. I doubted if they were doing it for the same reasons though. Janey gave a final shiver then stretched her arms out above her coat. "Mmmmh, what a lovely dream." She purred.

I pushed her off. "Come on you lump," I said, "my arm's going to sleep, and I want to get into my bed."

"So do I," she said. I looked at her. She grinned. "You know what I mean." She said impishly.

"Yes, I replied." I'm afraid I do. 



After the Game



I would like to give some thanks and credit to Landiek for reading this story and making any corrections she could find. I really appreciate it.

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"And that bell signals the end of the game with a final score of 29-0." That is the beautiful words that Scott loved to hear after every game. 

Scott Bryant is a student at Atlantic University in New Hampshire. He is a white, 6'4", 235 lb, brown haired, and blue eyed starting quarterback at his college. Scott is a very essential athlete on his team and has lead his team to a great start of 4-0 and is also a high candidate for the Heisman trophy. He is not one of your stereotypical jock in that he is very smart and shy. He is getting a major in marine biology and has slowly been losing his shyness due to his popularity as a quarter back. Everybody was trying to be his friend and all the girls were competing for his affection and even some guys were too.

"Good game man." Scott heard that about fifty times as he went to the locker room and changed. 

He tried to get out of there as soon as possible because he was sick of hearing the same thing over and over. Scott also wanted to get out of there so he could get home to the party that was being thrown at his house. 

"Hey Scott, Can I get a ride with you back to your house?" Stacy asked running after Scott just as he was just getting to his car. 

Stacy Haus is also a student at the university and has had her eye on Scott since their freshman year. Stacy is the slut on campus with a reputation of being very easy, but she has some standards but they are really low. The only people she probably wouldn't do would be the nerds. She is 5'6", white, 100 lbs of a taught body with 34 C breasts and blonde hair with blue eyes. Her pussy used to be as tight as an Asian female but after her many escapades it is very loose. 

Scott has known about Stacy's interest in him since he came to the college but he has put it off for a long time since all he has heard about her. He has been very lonely lately and thought it couldn't hurt to drive her to the party and have some company.

"Sure why not. Go ahead and get in." Scott told Stacy as he put his gear in the back seat and hopped into the front seat of his corvette. 

Stacy wasn't expecting Scott to say yes but was pleasantly surprised to hear him say she could go with him. She was actually starting to get wet knowing she will be riding with him and she knew this was her time to try and seduce him. She ran around to the other side of the car with her breasts bouncing up and down in her t-shirt as she ran around to the other side of the car and hopped into the passenger seat. Scott started the car and they were off.

"So...Stacy how have you been? I didn't see your boyfriend at the game with you." Scott said as he was driving trying to start up a conversation.

"I have been pretty good pretty good. Oh yeah that jackass, I dumped him like a month ago. He just couldn't sexually satisfy me. His cock was just too small." Stacy said all this as she blatantly stared at Scott's body as he drove. 

She hoped all the blatant sex talk would get him going a little bit and she was right she noticed a slight bulge growing in his pants. She had to admit that she was soaked by now and it takes a lot to do that to her.

"Ohhhh ummm I am sorry to hear that." Scott said trying to recover from the shock her blatant talk about sex did to him. 

He had to admit though that the thought of her naked and getting fucked was turning him on. Scott noticed his growing erection and tried to adjust his position a little bit to try and hide it. 

Stacy noticed him squirming around and she knew that it was getting to him and that should be able to have him when she is done. She decided to have some fun with him before she closed the deal. 

She put on a great puppy face and asked in a sweet way, "Scott do you think I am attractive?"

"Yeah of course you are. You are gorgeous." Scott said trying to keep the speaking to a minimum so his hard on wouldn't grow too much more. 

He even just kept his eyes on the road and never on her. He still was involuntarily thinking of her naked in his car and it was definitely having an uplifting effect on his cock. 

Stacy noticed the ever growing bulge in his pants. She was thoroughly enjoying this. She quickly unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt which showed the top of her bra and a whole lot of cleavage. 

"You aren't looking at me. Do you really think I look attractive?" Stacy said making him look at her to make sure he will do what she wants. After he agrees then she will make her move. 

Scott turned his head and was momentarily shocked and mesmerized by what he saw. He even swerved since he wasn't paying attention to the road. "Yes Stacy I think you are attractive. You are hot." Scott said this after getting a long look at her. He didn't care about his bulge anymore. She could see it if she wanted. 

Stacy was laughing inside her head at the complete blank face Scott had on as he looked at her. She was also getting really horny seeing the bulge in his pants since it looked like his cock was huge well at least bigger than any she has ever seen. She decided it was time to get things started.

"You know Scott. You aren't looking to bad yourself." Stacy said as she put her hand on his thigh and looked down but raised her eyes up to Scott to look like a little puppy girl.

Scott froze looking down at the hand on his thigh and then looked slowly up to her eye level. She looked so sexy doing that that his cock grew to full mast putting a big strain on his pants. "Ummm Do you really think we should be doing this Stacy?" 

"Yes of course I do Scott. I have wanted this to happen since freshman year." Stacy said as she started rubbing her hand up and down his thigh till it rested on his crotch which made him jump.

"Oh shit umm Stacy, I am not sure about this." Scott said this to Stacy even though he liked the attention and half wanted to stop her but the other half wanted to keep going. He started involuntarily thrusting up into her hand with his crotch.

"Mmmm looks like somebody is enjoying and wanting this to happen." Stacy said as she starts rubbing his crotch all over. She got up to the top of his jeans and started to unbutton the top button and lower the zipper. 

"Mmm. That feels so good Stacy. Hurry up and take it out Stacy." Scott was lost in the bliss that he was receiving from her. He knew they would get in an accident if he kept driving like this. He slowed down and found an abandoned alley to park in. Scott just sat back and closed his eyes.

"Whatever you say Scott, Just park right here yep there ya go. Now just sit back and relax and enjoy. "Stacy told him this as she got down on her knees in the car and pulled down Scott's pants and boxers down at the same time. His cock popped out at full mast. It was ten inches long and two inches around. Stacy took it in her hand and started stroking it slowly as she looked up at Scott.

"Oh God yes Stacy that feels so good. Please just keep doing what you are doing." Scott pleaded to Stacy as he made the seat go back and he lay as far back as possible as Stacy was stroking his cock. She was going kind of slow so he started thrusting up into her hand.

"Now someone looks excited." Stacy said laughing as she saw Scott humping her hand. She bent over and took a quick short lick of the head oh his cock making him jerk with pleasure and making a moan escape his lips. 

"Oh stop teasing Stacy and please suck my cock please." Scott begged Stacy in between moans. He just sat back begging for her to suck his cock.

"Oh so you want me to suck your cock. Like this?" Stacy asked as she quickly took his cock to the hilt in her mouth and then right back out. Scott humped upwards as she took his cock out of her mouth. 

"Yes Stacy Yes just like that. Please no more teasing. Just suck my cock please." Scott pleaded as he was humping the air in desperation. 

"Hmmm I don't know if I should." Stacy said laughing inside enjoying torturing the guy every girl at school wanted.

"Oh god yes please sucks my cock please." Scott said pleading like he was going to die if she didn't suck it. 

"Well alright I guess I could do that." Stacy said even though she knew he had to do it because she knew if she waited any longer he could give up and her chance to get with him. 

She just started taking quick little licks of the tip of his cock just to tease him a little more but her nymphomania kicked in and she couldn't help herself. She almost swallowed his balls as she took his whole cock in her mouth in one gulp. Stacy started going up and down on it like his cum would save her life and she was dying in seconds. She even went so fast his balls would slip into her mouth as she went up and down on his cock. 

"Oh Fuck Stacy you are amazing at this. You are the best cocksucker in the world. Oh...shit I am so close." Scott said as he was moaning loud like an animal and also as he grabbed Stacy's head and started thrusting up into her mouth as she sucked his cock.

Stacy hears what he is saying but ignores it because she is too overwhelmed in what is happening. The one thing she really heard was that he was going to cum but it didn't matter to her since she loved to swallow cum. It was her biggest turn on. 

"Oh shit Stacy I am cumming. Oh god I am cumming!!" Scott screamed out while he moaned as he felt cum rush from his balls up through his shaft deep up in Stacy's throat. His body shudders as he shoots rope after rope of cum into her throat and she swallows every drop of it. 

"MMm now that tastes good." Stacy said as she raised up from his cock and swallowed a big gulp of his cum that was in her mouth. She sat back in the seat like nothing happened.

"Wow that was...amazing. You are the best Stacy. We should do this more often." Scott said as he wiped the sweat from his eyebrows and sat back panting from the pleasure.

"Oh we sure will, Scott. We sure will. Now how about we get going to that party eh?" Stacy asked like nothing sexual just happened. 

"Oh umm yeah sure." Scott said as he started up the car and got back into the lane. He wasn't expecting the mood to change that quick but he wasn't going to complain.

Scott drove them to the party and they arrived fine but what happened at the party will be saved for another story for another day...

I would really like to hear back from you readers. I want to hear any comments whether bad or good or any suggestions for the next story would be great. I really appreciate you reading my story and hope you read my future ones and past ones. 



After The Game



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After The Game



The aftermath of a Ravens vs. Steelers NFL game is very hectic, to say the least. The rivalry between the fans of both teams can turn vicious at times. I can't count how often I have seen fights break out among fans in parking lots, bars and in the stadium. 

We had just left the stadium and walked to a nearby bar to join in on the after parties; the Ravens had won, for the second time this season, against the Steelers. The bar was packed with people in Baltimore jerseys, my friend Katie and I included. I had on my black #87 jersey with the name "Logan" on the back. Colby Logan was the number one tight end in the NFL this season and by far my favorite player on the team.

I sidled up to the bar and ordered Bud Lights for both myself and Katie and then we walked over to the dance floor. There were a few Steelers fans interspersed throughout the crowd and about six of them were women on the dance floor. I began to dance with Katie, shaking our asses to the remix of the song "Black and Yellow"... except for in Baltimore, the song was called "Black and Purple". 

We had been dancing for a while when we heard cheers erupting from the crowd closer to the door. Confused, I stood on my tiptoes to see what the chaos was over, and my heart skipped a beat in my chest. Walking through the doors were none other than, Ray Rice, Ed Reed, Joe Flacco and Colby Logan. 

"Oh my GOD!" Katie squealed when she caught sight of them. "Let's go try to get their autographs" she said and I eagerly agreed. 

Nothing would make me happier than having Colby Logan's signature on my jersey. We elbowed our way through the crowd laughing as we saw a few dejected Steelers fan walking out of the door.

There was already a swarm of people asking for autographs so we decided to wait for a bit and grab another beer before attempting to get our own signatures. I pressed through the crowd and walked up to the completely empty bar. Everyone had rushed towards the players. 

"I'll take two Bud Lights please" I told the bartender who nodded.

"Make that three," came a deep voice from behind me. "And put 'em on my tab, Barney". 

Confused, I spun around and came face to face with none other than Colby Logan. I gasped involuntarily and a slow smile slid over his face. There was a crowd of girls climbing the walls behind him, trying to get his attention but he was looking directly at me.

He reached out to take the three bottles, handing one to both Katie and I. "Nice jersey" he said and I smiled.

"Oh this old thing?" I said plucking it away from my body and shrugging. "Just an old rag I found hidden in the bottom of the closet". 

I tried to keep from laughing out loud. Colby's eyes lit up and he busted out laughing at my comment.

"Nice, I like that," he said softly before holding out his empty hand. "I'm Colby," he said and I gratefully shook his hand, introducing myself as Erin and my friend Katie. 

"I'm pleased to meet you both," he replied before making a gesture to Ray Rice, who came up to us, introducing himself as well. 

My head was swimming. I couldn't believe I was sitting here chatting idly with Colby Logan and Ray Rice. Ray seemed to have taken an interest in Katie who was flirting shamelessly with him.

"Look, we were just coming in here to pick up some food from the kitchen, then heading back to my apartment. Uh, would you like to join?" Colby asked me. 

I couldn't believe my ears. I heard Katie graciously accept an offer much like Colby's from Ray.

"I, uh, I mean sure, I'd love to," I stammered, blushing when I couldn't form the sentence properly. Colby chuckled softly.

"Barney, is the food ready?" he yelled over the crowd's noise. Barney nodded and disappeared into the back. 

People were still pushing in trying to get autographs, which Colby signed politely. Five pizzas appeared on the bar behind us and Colby tossed a fifty dollar bill down before picking them up and gesturing for me to follow. We were also followed by Katie and Ray, as well as Ed and Joe who we had been introduced to as well.

We left out a back door and it was almost eerily quiet, the difference between the noisy bar and the deserted parking lot was extreme. Colby nodded towards a huge black Chevy Silverado and we headed that way. After placing the pizzas carefully on the floorboard in the middle of the front seat Colby held out a hand to me.

"Sorry, you'll have to sit with your legs to one side, we weren't planning on having extras joining us," he said with a wink and I blushed again. 

I reached up to steady myself in order to climb in the huge truck before I felt two large hands wrap around my waist and lift me easily up. I scooted from the driver's seat to the middle just as Joe climbed into the passenger seat. Colby then climbed into the driver's seat as Katie Ed and Ray piled into the back seat. My thigh brushed Colby's as he got in due to my position, in order to avoid stepping on the pizza. 

Soon we were on our way back to Colby's apartment and I was breathless with anticipation. What was it going to be like? I couldn't imagine what tonight had in store.

"Hey dude," Ray said from the back seat, "Why don't you drop Katie and I off at my place on your way?" 

I turned and looked at Katie who grinned and gave me a thumbs up. Laughing I turned back around.

"Well if you're gonna do that then you might as well drop Ed and I off at Lewis' house too" Joe said.

My mind began to race. That would leave only Colby and me alone in his apartment. Shivers of anticipation ran through my body at the thought.

"If that's what y'all want," Colby replied easily. 

He looked utterly relaxed, one arm draped across the steering wheel, the other casually across the back of the seat where he was lightly playing with my hair, which was dark brown with bright purple highlights in it. 

Fifteen minutes the truck had cleared out. I hesitated, wondering if I should move over to the passenger seat or stay where I was, which is where I wanted to be. Before pulling off, Colby turned to face me in the dim cab.

"Look if you don't want to go back to the apartment alone, I understand," he said quietly. 

I was impressed by his chivalry. I shook my head no. 

"I don't mind a bit," I said with a small smile, and he grinned back before tugging lightly on my hair and turning to put the truck back in gear. 

He answered my seating question by putting his arm around my shoulder and tugging me close to him. His fingers lightly traced intricate circles on the side of my neck as he drove, sending shivers down my body and causing goosebumps to form. My hand rested lightly on his thigh, which was encased in jeans. I could feel the hardness of the muscle there as he moved, pressing the gas and brakes.

"So do you live in Baltimore?" he asked quietly, breaking the silence. 

I shook my head no.

"Actually I live on the eastern shore," I replied and he glanced my way. "These big cities just can't quite cut it for me," I shrugged. "I prefer open fields and woods to buildings".

A smile crossed his face at my words. "I understand completely, I own a place over there as well, did you know that?" he asked casting me a sideways glance and I shook my head no. 

"Oh well its just outside of Crumpton... you know where that is?" he asked.

I nodded and told him I lived south of that.

Soon we were pulling up to a high rise full of condos. Colby eased his truck into the parking garage, I winced as we went in, his truck barely fit; it only had a few spare inches!

Colby got out of the truck when we parked and reached his hand out to me; I took it and slid down out of the truck. As I did, Colby stepped closer and my breasts rubbed his hard chest as I slid down. I landed on my feet not even an inch away from his hard body. My own body hummed in delight. I looked up (he was at least a foot taller than I was) into his smoky grey eyes and smiled. He smiled down at me before leaning down and lightly pressing his lips to mine.

My pulse kicked into overdrive at the pressure of his lips on mine. His hands were settled on my hips and I placed my hands on his chest. His muscles were firm beneath my palms and they jumped slightly at my touch. I could feel my panties growing damp and my nipples straining against my black silk bra.

Slowly, reluctantly it seemed, Colby broke the kiss and backed away, taking my hand in his. He reached into the truck and grabbed the remaining pizza before pulling me in the direction of the entrance.

We entered into a hallway just doors down from Colby's own condo. He unlocked his door and gestured for me to go in. I was impressed, for being a bachelor's pad it was decorated nicely, in neutral tones with soft looking leather couches. To my utter surprise a huge chocolate lab came bounding around the corner and leapt up onto my chest, pressing me back into the wall.

Caught off guard I stumbled back, laughing and petting the monster's head. 

"RENEGADE DOWN!" Colby shouted, placing the pizza on a table in the hallway and grabbing the dog's collar.

"Man I'm sorry; Ray must not have locked him in the crate before the game!" Colby said with a grimace. 

I merely laughed and crouched down to pet the dog some more.

"I love him already," I said with a smile up at Colby as the dog attacked my face with a long slobbery tongue. Eventually I stood up and faced Colby who was smiling at me with an odd look on his face.

"Most girls would be put off by being attacked by a monster when they first walked in the door," he said and I laughed outright.

"Please! I have three labs, a rottweiler and a pit bull at home" I said rolling my eyes. "He's not anything new for me". 

Colby grinned at this and stepped up to me.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, brushing my hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. 

I shook my head no; I wasn't hungry, for food at least. Colby grinned.

"Yeah, me either" he said as he lowered his head to mine again and kissed me deeply. 

I twined my arms around his strong neck and his hands grasped at my hips again. Colby backed us up until my back was placed against the wall. He ran his lower until he grasped my thighs in them and lifted.

I automatically wrapped my legs around his hips and I could feel his arousal pressing against my jean-clad mound. I moaned softly as I felt one of his hands come up to rub on my hard nipple through my jersey and bra. Without breaking the kiss Colby turned and carried me into his bedroom, laying me down on the bed.

He shrugged out of his black Ravens t-shirt and I watched in awe as the muscles of his upper body rippled. He was utterly gorgeous and I couldn't believe I was here with him. I reached for my jersey to pull it off but he reached out and stopped me.

"I like seeing you wearing that jersey," he said with a self-conscious smile. 

I couldn't believe this god could be self-conscious about anything and I smiled back. He then leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips, as I ran my hands over his amazing pecs and abs. His gentle hands slid up under my jersey and rubbed against my stomach before moving lower to the waistband of my jeans. I arched my body up off of the bed in a welcome invitation and he chuckled softly.

He easily opened my jeans and slid them off of my toned, tan legs. As he climbed onto the bed with me his body slid between my spread thighs and he kissed his way up my leg, pausing and placing a gentle kiss on my silk thong covered pussy. I moaned out loud and this and he smiled up at me before using his tongue to trace a path along my slit through my underwear. My hands clenched his Egyptian cotton sheets in my fists as he did this. I reached down and tugged his hair softly until he moved up my body laughing. One he was thoroughly kissing me again I reached down and ran my hand along the hard edge underneath of his jeans.

It was Colby's turn to moan as I undid his jeans and took his straining erection into my hand. I stroked his length up and down, caressing the velvety head of him with every stroke. Colby's hips involuntarily bucked at my touch and I smiled. His hands worked at my underwear, sliding them off and then flinging them to the ground. I felt his fingers lightly pressing into my cunt and groaned. My slick, wet heat grasped at his fingers, sucking them into my depths. 

"Oh, God, baby, you're so wet..." he murmured in my ear and I nodded. 

I wanted him horribly. I gave him a final stroke with my hand before sitting up and flipping him over. I saw an amused glint in his eyes as I straddled him. I could feel his rod pulsing against my inner thigh and I wiggled my ass a bit, drawing a moan from deep in his throat.

"Wench," he muttered with a smile before positioning his cock at my entrance.

I sank down onto him in one smooth thrust and cried out in pleasure, my head falling back exposing my throat. Colby's hand came up and wrapped gently around my throat, barely exerting any pressure but in this gesture he expressed to me who was truly in control here. I began to move on his cock, feeling it slide in and out of my wet heat. Colby began to thrust upwards, drilling his cock into my pussy causing me to cry out in pleasure. His fingers tightened a bit on my neck as he increased the tempo and intensity of his thrusts. My own fingers were digging into his thighs as I was bent backwards a bit as he pounded into my body. 

I felt Colby reach up with his other hand and flick at my clit, causing me to instantly climax. I screamed out his name as my pussy spasmed around his beautiful cock. Without any warning he flipped me over onto the bed and continued to drill me from above, his cock pounding relentlessly into my tender pussy. I reached above my head and grabbed a hold of the headboard in an attempt to keep from writhing about beneath him.

My world was full of blinding colors as he fucked me. I couldn't think straight from the pleasure of it. I was mumbling incoherent sentences as I heard Colby murmur in my ear.

"You like this baby?" he asked breathlessly. 

All I could do was nod and bite my lip. If I tried to talk I knew I would end up screaming. 

"Are you ready to cum again?" he asked and I nodded helplessly again. 

I felt his finger once again stroke my clit, only once, and I rocketed off into oblivion again. This time I felt Colby stiffen above me.

Three more drilling thrusts and Colby's cock erupted within my canal. I could feel his sperm being forced into my body and he let out a hoarse guttural cry as he emptied himself in me.

He collapsed on top of me, rolling a bit so as not to crush me, and pulled me into the strong embrace of his arms. Our bodies were covered in sweat and we both were panting for breath as he looked into my eyes.

All he had to do was mutter one word and I was lost. 

"Incredible," he murmured and I nodded in agreement.



After the Game



It's after the game and after he's showered. I've turned in the stats for the official record and the team has showered and bustled off in shouts of bravado and victory to the favorite "we've won" watering hole. It's just him, staying behind now. Waiting for me. Knowing that I'd be there. Having told me that I'd be there.

I've asked him to put on the tight pants again—but just them. No padding or cup. And I stop him from lacing up the crotch. The silky material is so tight over his ebony body that the material is spread there and his black, kinky pubic hair bushes out of the opening. He's so big and tall that my head comes up only as far as his chest, which suits us both as I move into him and press my lips over one of his nipples, the aureole of which is so big that I have to open my mouth wide to get my lips over it. He growls deep inside him as I suck his nipple, and he grabs my chest with his large, rough hands on each side, his thumbs latching onto my nipples and rubbing them hard.

My lips follow the trail of black hair down the deep crease bisecting his heavily muscled torso, and my tongue slicks down the pubic hair in the V-ing of his tight, silky leggings as my hands move around to cup his bulging, tight-muscled butt cheeks. The material is so thin and tight that it might as well not be there at all.

My tongue traces the line of his cock through the material, and I moan at the length and thickness of the tool—already half hard for me. My hands travel down the deep curve of his thighs. He's told me how he's going to fuck me, and I only now believe that he has the leg muscles to manage it. I shudder at the anticipation of what he's going to do to me. When he'd come over to me at the score table during the game and whispered in my ear what he was going to do, I was lost to him. I didn't believe him, but just the thought of it had me ejaculating in my pants as he laid a heavy paw on my shoulder and squeezed. I had teased him for weeks—put him off when he'd told me he'd wanted me and then let me know that he knew I'd want it too because he'd seen me on the massage table with the quarterback. He told me that, since I'd made him wait, I would get it rough and hard. When he left me my hands were trembling so badly that I could hardly put the stats in the right columns. I'd watched him walk away, my eyes going to the bulge of his buttocks and thigh muscles in the tight material of his leggings. And I melted.

I used my lips and tongue to work his cock by its root out of the V in his leggings. It seemed to take forever. I despaired of reaching the end, but when I did, I gasped at the size of the bulb. I opened my lips wide to pull it in, and it seemed to fill my mouth cavity. I managed to pull my tongue back to where I could press its tip into the slit in his cap.

I heard another growl from deep inside him, and he took my head in his hands and began to press in and then back. With each stroke he was reaching farther and farther back in my throat. I unhinged my jaw as best I could and grabbed hard on his curved thigh muscles for leverage and stability as, gagging and eyes watering, I gave up all control to him. My tease was over.

If he delivered on his promise, my maneuvering had paid out. The quarterback gave a nice, quick, athletic fuck. But I wanted it hard, rough, taxing, complete. This black monster god was the cruelest player on the team. I wanted to feel the fuck, to know that I had been totally taken.

From this point, I was his to do what he would with me. He had told me what he was going to do. He didn't make me wait.

His hands went under my arms, and he was lifting me with strong hands. I no longer had any doubt he could do what he said he'd do.

From that point, the contribution I made was to hook my knees on his hips, help guide the head of his cock to my hole, gasp as the gigantic bulb on his cock accomplished the miracle of opening the way past my sphincter to come to rest on my prostate and throb there, while he lowered his face to mine, the tips of his dreadlocks tickling my shoulders, and held my lips to his as he held there—teasing me with the false hope that he would give me a chance to adjust to him.

But there was no adjusting to a monster cock such as his, and as it started to move deeper inside me, I jerked my mouth from his and arched my back and screamed my scream of total invasion and possession. This was what I wanted. This was fucking. He laughed and pushed my torso down with his hands still on my sides, going with my first, involuntary arch away from him, rather than gathering me in again. I wrapped my legs around his waist, resting my calves on the shelf of his bulbous buttocks, rubbing against the silky pants he still wore.

I grabbed for his ankles with my fists as his hands went to my waist, pulling me up into his crotch, pulling my channel onto his long, thick cock. I was sobbing and blubbering, never having been so deeply possessed, penetrated, stretched before.

He was standing on those strong, muscled legs of his, bearing my full weight. And with the strength of his arm muscles and strong hands, he began to raise and lower me on his cock, pumping me slow and shallow and then—even as I was begging for the fuck—deeper and faster and then like a piston, deep, hard, fast, as I whimpered and moaned and groaned and cried out for him—and he strode slowly around the locker room now without missing a stroke . . . he did exactly what he said he was going to do with me.

And even as he was doing it, he was telling me how I was going to get it next time.

I was totally exhausted when he was done—when I felt him twitch and shudder and the warmth of his jism spreading deep inside me. But I was totally satiated too. This was what I wanted. This was good. I could savor this for some time to come. The quarterback would be weak vanilla after this.

He lowered my body to the cold, tiled locker room floor and stood over me, panting. I felt the tug of victory. He was panting for me. He had been exerted too. I had power over him too. We'd go back to the tease. He'd sniff after me and I'd shake my bottom and swirl away from him, making him beg for it. Showing that control wasn't all his. I wouldn't tell him how much I wanted it again.

Not now, of course. Now I was satisfied, exhausted.

I didn't hear him at first. The pounding in my ears hadn't subsided. I was still breathing heavily, my mouth hanging open, trying to gasp in great gulps of air.

"I said get up and run for it," he growled.

"What?" I squeaked breathlessly. Not comprehending. He'd said he was going to take me next like a hunted jungle animal. But we'd done it now for tonight. Surely he couldn't mean . . .

"Run, or I'll spike you right here on the hard floor."

He had a hand under my belly and the other fisted in my hair, and he was pulling me up off the floor.

I could barely stand, my knees were so wobbly. I turned and looked at him, still in his steel-blue football leggings. His cock and balls hanging out the front. His monster cock hard as a rock.

I moaned and swiveled away from him.

"Run, fuckin' run!" he commanded.

A stinging swat on the butt sent me reeling across the room and stumbling for the door to the corridor.

I made it only as far as the doorway to the massage room before I felt the strong, calloused hands on my waist, spinning me into the room.

I was facing the massage table. The same table where the quarterback had fucked me two nights previously, me stretched out on the table on my belly, him doing all of the work. Doing pushups on my back, leveraging off hands pushing into the table next to my biceps, his long, thin cock jacking up and down inside me in a cadence just like he would call out in formation. Impersonal, almost clinical. No talk at all, just grunts and groans. Getting his rocks off to help him play better, to release the tension. Me giving my ass up for the team. Not even a thank-you after he'd shot off. Just climbing down off the table and trotting off to the showers. Asking me questions about his stats as he was suiting up, with no mention whatsoever of what we'd been doing twenty minutes before.

Nothing impersonal about this black monster. He growled like an animal; he fucked like an animal. He sweated and dug and talked dirty to me. And told me what he was going to do to me—and did it.

He pushed me up against the edge of the massage table, the edge cutting into my lower belly. I cried out at the sharp pain, and he laughed. Standing close behind me, he bent my torso over the surface of the table by pressing down on my back with his heaving chest. He hooked his chin on one of my shoulders and his dreadlocks hung down over my shoulders and onto my chest.

With one hand cupping my belly, his other hand went to my buttocks, spreading the cheeks, the fingers going to my hole.

"Spread like you've never been spread before," he whispered in my ear in a deep, gravelly voice.

I whimpered, knowing he would do what he told me he would do and then I cried out in anguish as the fingers invaded me, spreading, probing, turning, then churning.

I spread my arms wide and planted my fists on the edge of the massage table, wide, to hold steady. I widened the stance of my legs to open as much as I could. I was up on my toes, but the strength of the plunging of his fingers—I don't know how many, but surely at least three inside me, all long and plump and hard-calloused, was raising me off my feet in rhythm.

His cock was entering me between the fingers, which slowly extracted the deeper he buried himself in me. Then the fingers of his hand were fisted in my hair and he was arching my back toward him. And thrusting up and up and up. Faster and harder. The silky material on his thighs were chaffing the backs of my thighs and making a rustling sound that was harmonizing with my whimpers and groans and his grunts and mutterings of "Fuck you, fuck you hard," "Fuckin' feel that, dontcha?" "Sweet white boy ass," and "Who's the boss; who's yer daddy?" He didn't wait for answers, but neither of us questioned who the boss was.

He stopped, breathing hard, and leaned into me. "You want it to stop?" he murmured in my ear.

"No, oh god, no," I moaned in reply.

I felt him come again deep inside me. I'd already done so three times over the eternity of the two fucks and my balls ached from the milkings.

His hand released my head and went to the root of his cock, which was still hard inside me. He rotated the tool inside me, and I moaned my pleasure, yipping breathy little "yes, yes, yes," encouragements. I felt his hot breath at my ear again. And then he told me what he was going to do to me next. And I groaned and my eyes filled with tears.

"You want it?" he growled.

I groaned and my eyes filled with tears. "Yes, oh god, yes."

"Yes, what? When? Where?"

"Yes, Daddy. Anytime, anywhere."