A Game We Play
I finished my drink and walked back into the kitchen for another. Being pre-occupied like they were, neither the two girls on the floor, nor my partners in crime, would miss me. A couple ice-cubes, a few shots of whiskey and some vermouth is all I needed, and upon making a couple, I return to the show. The girls still haven’t moved from the writhing 69 that they’ve been locked into for the last 15 minutes. I take my seat again and look to the faces of the two guys, Jack and Sam, some of my closest mates. It’s odd how this night started like every other night, and yet here I sit naked in a chair while some of my friends engage in carnal acts.
The two girls are the ones to blame I suspect. Tara is of the girl next door variety. Not plain, just not striking, but her curvaceous body and infectious personality are more than just a little magnetic. Christy on the other hand was a blonde bomber. She was almost 6 feet tall and mostly legs. It was her that suggested we all get together, provided her house, and started the games.
As the girls moans get louder, it’s impossible for the guys to hide their erections, but at this point it seems mute. Finally, a crescendo erupts and Tara’s legs start shacking as Christy finishes her off. Smiling a big mischievous grin, Christy looks up, “I win!”
“I… I… don’t know… I … “, Tara pants, trying to catch her breath. We all cheer as the girls sit up and with one last kiss return to sitting in a circle.
“Well, Christy, it looks like you won that dare… which means it’s your choice to pick opponents.” Sam says.
“Yes, I did… but, since she’s the one that came, I kinda feel like I lost!”
“But that’s the fun, the more you lose the more you win.” I return, “Those were the rules, right?”
“Yeah, I just wish I could choose myself is all! Okay, Jack… your go. Tara, you have to suck him for 5 minutes. If he comes, you win… if he doesn’t, you do. You can start when you feel up to it, I have a feeling he already is.” Christy giggles as she reached over and gave Jacks cock a little squeeze. Easily the biggest of the men here, he was over 9 inches long. Tara took a sip from her drink and moved over to the couch where Jack was sitting. She slowly started to rub his thighs and legs, all while pretending to still be catching her breath. After she waiting what seemed long enough she ran her fingernails back up his legs as she went to grab his shaft. A quick breathe and her head went down.
Jack was in heaven. Tara never had many boyfriends but she defiantly learned how to suck cock well. Her tongue was constantly whipping around his head as she firmly stroked his member. At first five minutes seemed like no time at all, Jack was confident that he could win this challenge, but as the first minute was called out his balls were already shrinking. Tara licked at his vein, under the head and then back down and started softly taking his balls in her mouth and her hand scratched up and down his legs. Christy was enjoying the sight of her friend sucking this huge gorgeous cock but still felt a bit unsatisfied from the last challenge. She moved over behind Tara and started petting her back and ass as she coed words of support.
“Suck him. Oh, you look so pretty with his cock in your mouth. What a great little cock-sucker slut you are. You like feeling his cock in your mouth don’t you.” Tara could only moan around his manhood sending small waves threw him. Christy lowered herself so that her clit rested on the back of Tara’s foot and as her friend sucked, she slowly rocked, fucking herself. Jack by this time was way ready to burst, the site of the pretty redhead sucking him off and her beautiful blonde lover rooting her on was almost too much. Even so it was with much dismay the he stopped when Sam called for time. And as her lips left his head and she sat back Jack could only sit there.
“Damn it, I thought I could have one that one!” Tara pouted.
“Okay, I won so it’s my turn and you now lost twice in a row. Not only do you have to still play and I pick your opponent, but I get to play for free if I choose. So, lets see… you’ve already had an orgasm from oral sex, you gave me a blow job… let’s see what’s next in the order of events. "
Christy’s eyes started to get that look. She was excited to get on with it, but she still hadn’t stopped fucking Tara’s foot. She wanted to come, but like a good host, she wouldn’t say anything.
“Dave and Christy started it with that hot make out strip, you girls went, then me… so I’m going to have to go with Sam. Tara you stay where you are, Sam if you would get behind her. Sam the challenge is set to you. Kneel behind her, stick your dick in her, and slowly fuck her as you rub her clit. I’m going to help by tit fucking her and having her continue sucking me. Your task is to make her cum before I do… but a warning… you loose automatically if you cum at all. "
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Sam knods and stands up, his 6 incher already to go and what it doesn’t have in length it makes up in girth. Tara looks over and almost comes right there. The thought of sucking Jacks long monster while Sam shoves his coke-can up her is almost to much. Christy sighs a bit as she gets up so that Sam can take his rightful place. Tara feels his hand on her hips as he slowly tries to work his dick into her.
After a few failed attempts she reaches her one hand down and guides him in while the other goes back to Jacks. A soft squishing noise is quickly followed by a duet of moans. Christy knows that she’s going to fail this one to… but this time, she’s going to fail on purpose. She starts to rub her clit before she remembers that he was supposed to do it and grabbing his hand she directs it to her aching button. His fingers hit the mark and quickly a swirling pattern is formed. Between his administrations on her clit and his cocks stretching her open she almost forgets about Jack. That is, until she feel s teeth bit down on her nipples. Opening her eyes a bit she watches as he sucks and fondles her C cup breasts.
After he got them as wet as he needed them he got off his knees and but his cock to her lips. Her mouth opened and she swallowed it whole. Moaning around his head he started to suck him off again but he pulled out and held her head. Slowly he started to fuck her mouth using only the head. Her tongue darted around his head so he started increasing how much of him he slowly thrust into her mouth. After 4 inches she started to gag but she showed no sign to stop. On the contrary she was tugging her nipples and clawing both men’s legs. Finally he had all of him in her mouth and started to deep throat her. Wet sounds came from both her ends as the boys pounded away at her.
Christy had been sitting on the floor watching this with wide hungry eyes and without taking her eyes from the action she moved over to me. She sat on my lap as if I was Santa Claus, but she pulled her knee up so that my cock had perfect access to her pussy. Wet from both Tara’s tongue and foot my head slid easily along her labia. Christy reached her hand down and started to rub her self using my cock as a dildo on her clit. This was something we learned to do back when we were dating but not having sex.
The feeling of her womanhood, the heat and wet, along with her soft hands were always fun. And as we watched the free show before us I could see she needed a release still. Sitting back I enjoyed her manual manipulations knowing she’d come long before I would like this. Christy leaned over and started sucking my ear. Her moans filling my head, begging me to cum. I lean my head down and take one of her long brown nipples in my mouth and suck on it. Between this and some small bits on her breasts I feel her shake as her first orgasm passes over her. She whimpers softly and sighs.
When I looked back over to the others, Sam was still fucking Tara but Jack was sitting back sucking her tits again. I kinda envied him right there. Though Christy has great little A tits, I always wanted to suck Tara’s bigger ones. Her pale breasts where not only larger but her nipples were huge, almost a half-inch long. They glistened with both his spit and her drool from the face fucking and Jack just couldn’t wait to sink his dick between them. Sitting back down on the couch he scoots forward and pulls her down to him.
Grabbing the mounds of hanging slick flesh he shoves his dick between them. This is was Christy was waiting for. She slips her mouth back on his member and starts rocking back and forth. Getting into a rhythm she licks his head as the shaft squeezes between her breasts. Jack started breathing hard and no one thought he’d last long. Tara continued to rock and fuck herself and between all the attention Tara’s pussy was getting she started to cum. She slammed herself down one last time as see shook and mewed.
Christy clapped. “It looks like I won.” Sam said as they all slowly moved away from each other. Jack was laying back staring at the ceiling as Tara started to crawl to me and Christy. Tara stood and pulled in to kiss Christy but instead spit a large wad of semen into her mouth. “No, I did…”
The End
Are You Game?
It was the first weekend of the NFL playoffs and I went to my buddy Ben’s place to watch the first game. I had met him at an association meeting for our building a few months back and we hit it off right away.
Ben is the kind of guy who gets along with everyone. He has a natural way of making people feel comfortable around him. After we met, I switched gyms so that he and I could workout together since I was finding it difficult to adhere to a schedule on my own. He’s good at motivating me and we’ve helped each other keep in good shape. Like me, Ben is single, which is surprising because he’s a real good-looking guy. He’s probably about 6'1", dark blonde with a ruddy complexion. All the single women in our building have the hots for him.
By the time I got to his place, his friends Joe and Erik had already arrived. I grabbed a beer and we all sat in the living room talking about this year’s teams.
Before I became friends with Ben, he and Joe used to watch the playoffs together and bet on the teams, 20 bucks a game. The last two years, they began betting each other “favors”, such as washing the winner’s car or doing household repairs and such. Before the game got started, Ben asked Joe what they should do this year and Joe replied that he wasn’t doing any more manual labor. “I’d rather just do something quick and get it over with,” Joe said. “Let’s just go back to money.”
Ben didn’t think that was fun anymore.
“What can we wager then besides money?” Joe asked.
“I’ll think of something,” Ben said with a smile. “Something that properly recognizes the dominance of the winner.”
Joe chuckled. “Man, you have issues.”
The first game between Dallas and Seattle began and we settled back with our beers and snacks.
Ben turned to me as the Cowboys made the first kickoff. “You know, you really shouldn’t bet against the Seahawks, my friend. That would be bad.”
“Don’t fool yourself, Ben.” I replied. “The Cowboys are gonna kick ass.”
“Todd, the only thing the Cowboys are gonna do with ass today is suck it.”
I laughed. “You know, you can kiss my ass for that comment when your precious Seahawks lose.”
“If the Seahawks lose this one, then I will kiss your ass,” Ben said nonchalantly and took a sip of his beer.
“Alright, then.”
Ben smiled his sly grin. “You know that if the Cowboys lose, you’re gonna have to kiss mine.”
“I won’t have to. They’re not gonna lose.”
“I like your confidence, buddy.” Ben nodded to me, then turned to Joe and Erik. “Well, it looks like we have our first wager here, men.”
The game was unremarkable at first, then, in the second quarter, the Seahawks scored the first touchdown. By halftime, the score was 13 – 7, Seahawks.
“Do you want me to get you some chapstick or anything?” Ben asked. “Because I really don’t want anything rough on my ass.”
“Shut up. We still have the second half to go,” I said calmly.
In the third quarter, the Cowboys scored a touchdown and then made a field goal at the beginning of the fourth. With 8 minutes remaining in the game, the Seahawks scored a touchdown and a field goal, but the game ended 20 – 17, Seahawks.
Ben jumped to his feet with a holler. “Pucker up, baby! Your Cowboys lost!” He undid the drawstring of his sweatpants and turned around, pushing the back of his sweats down and exposing his backside. “Come on, you don’t have to be afraid. My butt is very nice and clean.” I looked up at him, shaking my head. “Don’t be a sore loser,” he cajoled. “A bet’s a bet.”
I downed the rest of my beer in one gulp. “I’ll get you back for this, you know that, right?”
“Okay, your lips are forming words right now, when the should be puckered and on my butt.”
I grabbed Ben by the hips and after a moment’s hesitation I kissed his left cheek and then slapped his right one.
“You two are crazy,” Joe said, chuckling in spite of himself.
Soon, the next game between Denver and Indianapolis was underway and we settled in to concentrate on the game. Everyone was rooting for the Broncos so there was no wager. The Broncos won the game 31 – 12.
Erik had driven Joe, so they got up to leave together. “You’re a brave man, Todd,” Joe said as he shook my hand before he left. “Going where other men and even women fear to tread.” He jerked his thumb at Ben and we laughed.
Ben and I hung out for a little while catching up before I left for my apartment. As we walked towards the door, Ben put his arm around my shoulders. “You’re a good sport, buddy. It’s much appreciated. See you tomorrow.”
Sunday
The next day, I went over to Ben’s a little early to catch the pre-game coverage. Joe showed up shortly after me. Joe and I sat and talked while Ben was on the phone. I first met Joe about a month ago at a holiday party. Joe and Ben have been friends since high school where they played football together.
Joe’s a little shorter than Ben and is a lean, wiry guy. He’s a mix of Italian and Greek descent with thick, curly black hair and tanned skin. Ben can get him pretty worked up at times with his smartass remarks, almost to the point where you think Joe might give Ben a smack, but then Ben gives Joe a smile and then they start laughing and you know it’s just the way they are with each other.
Erik arrived after the first game started: the Patriots vs. the Dolphins. We all chose the Patriots to win, which disappointed Ben. “What fun is that?” he complained.
The Patriots won 24 – 20. We all got up to grab more beers and snacks before the game between San Francisco and Philadelphia.
In the kitchen, Ben started giving me grief about the Eagles, proselytizing on the superiority of the 49ers.
“Don’t choke on your overconfidence,” I said to him. “The game hasn’t even started yet.”
“Just you wait, big guy. You’ll see,” Ben winked.
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The 49ers kicked off and before the end of the second quarter, the score was 21 – 0, Eagles.
“You’re 49ers are losing,” I remarked to Ben.
He shrugged. “They’ll catch up in the second half.”
In the third quarter, the 49ers only managed to score one touchdown and field goal.
“How does your foot taste, Ben?” Joe asked. “You’re not choking on it, are you?”
Ben laughed. “I should have bet you on this one,” I said to him.
“It’s not to late,” Ben replied. “There’s still a couple minutes left in the third. And we have the whole fourth to go. Let’s make it interesting.”
“Your foot literally in your own mouth,” Joe suggested.
Ben dismissed that with a wave of his hand. “Not original enough.”
“Todd’s foot in your mouth,” Joe quickly amended.
Ben looked at me. “You want me to suck your toes if the 49ers lose?”
“After making me kiss your ass?” I asked. “I think you should suck my dick.”
“Whoa!” Joe exclaimed.
“Be careful, buddy. Don’t bet me to do anything you aren’t willing to do yourself.”
I looked squarely at him and extended my hand. “I have nothing to fear. Do you?”
Ben shook my hand. “I’m going to enjoy seeing your mouth on my dick,” he said.
“No, you’re going to enjoy seeing my dick in your mouth, that’s what’s going to happen.”
“In your late night, latent homosexual wet dreams, my friend,” Ben countered. “You shouldn’t really reveal yourself like that so easily.”
I looked at him and smiled in admission that I couldn’t think of a comeback fast enough. He winked and smiled back at me.
Joe started laughing. “You guys are seriously crazy,” he said shaking his head.
Ben’s 49ers scored another touchdown and field goal in the fourth and looked like they were headed for their third touchdown, which would tie the game, when they fumbled. The Eagles scored a 3-point field goal after they got possession and won the game, 24 – 14.
Joe, Erik and I applauded the Eagles loudly. Ben took a swig of his beer.
“Well, it appears as if you’re 49ers lost, Ben,” Joe said.
Ben looked at him and then at me. I shrugged.
Ben stood up. “Alright, come on, whip it out,” he said matter-of-factly. “I’ll give it a good lick.”
“No, fucking way!” Joe gaped.
Ben squinted at me, folding his arms. “I have the balls to do it, Todd. Do you?”
“Yeah, I got the balls,” I retorted. “In fact, you can lick them as well.”
“Let’s get to it then.”
I unzipped my jeans.
“Holy shit!” Joe exclaimed.
I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and pulled it down, exposing my thickening dick and balls. Ben put his hands on my thighs and slowly leaned over. He looked me in the eye, then opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Joe and Erik strained to get a better view.
In one motion, Ben bent down and dragged his tongue over my balls and up my shaft to the head of my dick.
“Oh, my god!” Joe jumped in his chair, nearly dropping his beer.
Ben straightened up and wiped his lower lip. “A little salty,” he announced. Erik chuckled and applauded.
“Oh, my god! I can’t believe you did that!” Joe shouted incredulously. “What, are you gay now?”
“Well, yeah. I guess I am,” Ben replied with a shrug as he strode to the kitchen and pulled some more beers out of the fridge. “I licked a dick so I guess that automatically makes me gay.”
“Jesus! If you do anything gay, then you’re gay,” Joe exclaimed.
“Oh, lighten up, man,” Ben said as he handed me a beer. “It’s not that big a deal. We’re just fuckin’ around.” He passed two other beers to Erik and Joe. He sat down and opened his bottle, turned to me and held out his beer. “Good game.”
“Dude, I can’t believe you did that,” Joe said with a short laugh.
“Joe, get a grip. It’s not that big a deal.”
“You licked his fucking dick, man!”
“You make it sound like it’s a bad thing. It’s not. It’s perfectly normal. Believe me, guys give better head than girls anyway.”
There was a pause as Ben nonchalantly took a swig of beer.
“Are you saying … are you telling us that you had a guy give you head?” Joe was astonished.
Erik leaned in. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, man. It was great. Guys know how to do it because they know what feels good. Girls don’t have a clue how to do it.”
Joe stared at Ben. “When did you get head from a guy?” he asked skeptically.
“When I was in New Orleans. We were going up Bourbon Street, drinking at every bar and got pretty hammered. At one place, I went to take a piss and the guy at the urinal next to me kept looking at my dick. I asked him if he liked what he saw and he said he did and asked if he could suck it. So I let him.” Erik and I exchanged a look.
“The guy blew you in the bathroom?” Joe asked. Ben smiled his reply. “What the hell kind of bar was this?”
“Brace yourself, Joe, this may shock you,” Ben said, then lowered his voice to a mock whisper, “It was a gay bar.”
Joe nearly rose to his feet. “What the fuck were you doing in a gay bar?”
Ben laughed. “It was an idea of a couple of buddies. They said it would be a hoot and that sometimes someone will give you head. Before the night was over, we all got blowjobs.”
“From the same guy?” Joe asked.
“No,” Ben rolled his eyes. “Different guys. The bar was full of ’em who wanted to suck dick. Remember, it was a gay bar. There wasn’t just one there.”
“So, what? You want to suck dick now, too?”
“No, I wanted to get my dick sucked. It was just a bet, Joe. Something to recognize the dominance of the winner. Besides, it’s pretty funny when you think about it. You got any better wagers?”
Joe hesitated. “I still can’t believe it.”
“Well, you can’t win ’em all. A bet’s a bet. So, if I’m the fag of the moment, then so be it.” Ben comically licked the neck of his beer then took a swig.
We were all silent for a moment, looking at Ben.
“Well, I can’t wait until next weekend,” I said. “What the hell do you suppose will happen then?”
My dick was a rock the rest of the evening. After I got home, I ended up beating off twice during the course of the night. I kept thinking about Ben’s story, about having a guy suck him off and I began to fantasize about what it felt like. I had an image in my mind of Ben standing in a bathroom full of other people with a guy on his knees in front of him giving him head. I then started thinking about Ben licking my dick and what it would feel like to have him give me head. I started picturing him licking my balls, swallowing the whole of my dick, sucking me off until I blew my load all over his face. And then him looking up at me with a smile, my cum clinging to his lips and running down his chin…
The End
Sigh……system lagging liao , well this will be the last story for tonight .
Going Deep
Ryan Grant was nearly finished with the neighborhoods he had been given in the yearly fundraiser. The seniors on the Middleton Bison football sqad were required to go door-to-door to sell Varsity Cards which provided discounts to local stores and restaurants. Ryan was the first team QB, so he was able to swing the assignment to one of the more affluent subdivisions in an upper-middle class town that not lacking much of anything; good businesses, families and schools made Middleton an attractive suburb.
As Ryan walked up the cul-de-sac, he recognized the Boehmon home. Jake Boehmon was a junior safety on the squad, a big muscular kid who had every chance to start that fall for a team that had made the D1 playoffs the last three years. But Ryan wasn’t thinking about Jake as he rang the doorbell to the large, two-story modern brick home. He was thinking about Jake’s mother, Randi Boehmon. Mrs. Boehmon always seemed to find her way to the top of the MILF list that Ryan and his friends would put together from time-to-time. Although in her mid-forties, with two children in school, she was a stunning woman, with long blonde hair and stiking blue eyes. A petite woman, Randi was not busty but kept herself in great shape with a tiny waist and slender legs. Over the last few years, Ryan thought he had noticed a change in her appearance when he would see her at school functions or at Mass. Her hair had gotten much more blonde and she seemed to wear more make-up and dress a little sexier than the other moms.
Ryan got plenty attention from the girls at school. He was 6'2’ with the lean angular build of an athlete, his brown hair was long, just past his shoulders, and his face, although clearly masculine, had some feminine features that drove the girls wild.
After ringing the doorbell, Ryan waited for a moment then the intercom came to life.
“Yes?” a voice inquired. His breath caught when he recognized it belonging to Mrs. Boehmon.
“Umm . . . Hi . . . Mrs. Boehmon. It’s Ryan Grant from the football team.”
“Oh . . .Right.” she answered “Come on in, the door’s open. I’m on the back porch.”
Ryan let himself in and could see through the hallway and spacious living room to the outside deck. Mrs. Boehmon was standing outside and she waved him back.
Randi Boehmon was dressed in a tight, black short-sleeved button-down blouse that allowed a thin strip of her tight tummy to show above her tight jeans. She wore some peak-a-boo sandals with four-inch heels, her toenails recently done in blood red.
She greeted Ryan and took a seat in a deck chair, her legs crossed sexily, her tiny foot in the air. Ryan noticed a wineglass and a pack of Virginia Slims Menthol 120’s on the glass table in front of her. The deck looked out over a small wooded lot that provided a sense of privacy.
“Ryan!” Randi said brightly with a smile speading across her beautiful features, “What brings you here? Jake is at his sister’s soccer camp with his dad if you are looking for him.”
Ryan felt a little flustered as he stared into the older woman’s deep blue eyes. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail and her lips glistened with a pink shade of lip gloss.
“Ahhh . . . No Ma’am . . .I wasn’t looking for Jake. I’m selling these Varsity cards for the football team and I was given your neighborhood. They are only $20.”
Ryan felt that he had stammered through his sales pitch and he could have sworn that Mrs. Boehmon had given him a slow, once over with her gorgeous eyes.
“Oh . . . Please. Sit down. Tell me a little more about what you have to offer!” she replied.
Ryan felt his heart beating as he sat on a chaise facing Randi. He thought he had caught a hint of flirtatiousness in her voice, but convinced himself he was being stupid.
Randi flipped the top of the hard-pack and slowly removed one of the long, white cigarettes bringing it to her lips. Cupping a tiny gold lighter in her hands, she lit the cigarette and drew deeply, exhaling a thin stream in Ryan’s direction, before propping her elbow on the arm of the deck chair, a killer smile forming on her luscious lips.
Randi seemed to have a thing for football players. Her first lover, Marcus, and her longtime boyfriend, Steve, had played in college. She loved their firm, muscular bodies, tight abs and taut butts. When she attended one of her son’s school functions she couldn’t help but check out the younger talent. Obviously, Ryan Grant had caught her eye on more than one occasion.
Ryan spent the next few moments explaining the card and where it could be used. Randi watched the boy intently, her eyes darting from the smooth features of his face to his sensuous lips and long eyelashes, and then down to his fat crotch pushing against his jeans. When he was finished, Randi tapped an ash and took another slow drag on her cigarette before standing.
“OK! You sold me sweetie!” she winked at the young man. “C’mon inside and let me get my purse.”
Ryan stood and followed Randi back into the house, unable to take his eyes off her tight, little ass, loving the way she moved on her high heels. Randi glanced briefly over her shoulder to find Ryan checking her out and smiled to herself. “This was going to be easy!” she thought.
THE GAME
Randi grabbed a twenty out of her purse and walked slowly and seductively towards Ryan, stopping so close that her perky breats almost rubbed against him. Even in her heels, the tiny MILF was quite a bit shorter than the young quarterback.
Looking up into his eyes, she held the bill out for him, but when he reached for it, she pulled it quickly back, a playful smile on her lips.
“Not so fast. You have to do something for me first!” she purred.
“Sure. What’s that?” Ryan responded, his pulse quickening.
“Kiss me.” Randi stated matter-of-factly.
Ryan took a deep breath, his mind racing. Was she fucking serious!? Did Mrs. Boehmon just ask him to kiss her?!!
“Umm . . . Kiss you? . . .I mean . . . Are your sure . . .”
“You don’t want to kiss me?” Randi pouted in mock suprise.
“No . . . I mean . . . Yeah sure . . . but what about your husband?”
Randi reached up and slowly pulled the young man down to her, mouth open expectantly. “Like I said earlier . . . He’s not here!”
With that she kissed him, her warm, wet tongue probing the young man’s mouth. Ryan could taste the wine on her wetly shining lips and he pulled the MILF tightly against his body. The two kissed passionately for a few moments, their mouths opening and closing in unision, their lips smacking. Randi’s hand crept lower and slid between their bodies where she found the shaft of his young, hard cock pushing tightly against his jeans.
Pulling away from the young man, Randi stroked him slowly on the outside of his pants. Looking hotly into his eyes, she asked:
“Do you want some?”
Ryan, still not quite believing that the sexy mother of his teammate was seducing him replied: “Umm . . . Do I want some what?”
Randi unzipped his jeans and slowly lowered his zipper. She slid her hand inside his boxers and began to fondle his cock.
“Pussy . . . Do you want some pussy?!!”
She pulled Ryan back down to her eager lips, her tongue dueling with his as she began to stroke his hard shaft. Randi was pleased to discover that he was hung handsomely as she worked his pants down over his ass. As they continued to kiss, Randi slowly unbuttoned his flannel shirt, running her hand down his smooth chest. Randi kissed and licked down his neck, stopping to briefly suck one of his nipples into her luscious mouth, causing it to stiffen.
Randi knelt and pulled his jeans to the floor looking lovingly at the stiff cock she held in her hands. She gently kissed its swollen head and tilted it upwards, licking slowly down the shaft to his ball sack. The older woman began sucking one of Ryan’s nuts as she continued to stroke him, his eyes drawn to the large diamonds in her wedding band that was moving slowly up and down his thick shaft.
When Randi stopped sucking his balls, she looked up sexily from her knees, her eyes cooly locked onto Ryan’s, and dropping her jaw, slowly slid her lips over his straining cock. The MILF’s head began bobbing a steady rhythm , slowly picking up speed. As she sucked him, Randi would turn her head slighlty, causing a twisting motion that sent incredible sensations pulsing through the young QB’s body. Ryan had been blown by a few of his high school girlfriends, but it was usually over quickly. He had never had anyone expend the time and effort Randi was showing as she sucked his cock. A low moan rose to his ears and it was as if Mrs. Boehmon was savoring the taste of him. Her mouth felt so incredilbe, he didn’t know how long he would last.
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Randi pulled her lips of his cock with a loud pop and looked up at Ryan. Smiling lewdly, she ran the flat of her tongue against the sensitive underside of his dick.
“What a nice young cock you have. I love young cock!!!” she purred excitedly before sliding him back through her pouty lips. Placing her hands on his muscular thighs, Randi began to furiously fuck his cock with her mouth, Ryan now holding her head. Randi felt his cock stiffen and heard Ryan cry out.
“AAAhhhhhh . . . Shit!! Mrs. Boehmon!! You’re gonna make me cumm!! AAAAAAAhhhhh!! FUCK!!!
Randi withdrew her mouth and holding her thick shaft in both hands, rapidly flicked her tongue over the tip of his bulbous head. When the first jet of his spunk shot out, she took just the head of his cock back into her mouth, sucking hard, and continued to jack him, eagerly swallowing rope after rope of his sticky jism. She continued to blow him as his orgasm waned, her blue eyes flashing up at the young man who was breathing heavily.
Moments later, she gently kissed the the head of his now flaccid cock before getting to her feet, her eyes smoldering.
“I know you’re not finished. Be a dear and pour me some more wine and bring it up to my bedroom. The bottles on the countertop. There is beer in the fridge if you want one.”
Randi ran her finger lightly down Ryan’s jawline to his chin before walking towards the stairs. Ryan could not take his eyes off the lovely soccer mom as she walked upstairs. Looking down at his from the landing, she smiled back cooly as she started to unbutton her blouse before disappearing down the hallway.
Ryan poured the wine and grabbed a beer and headed upstairs. The first bedroom to the right was a very large master suite with a wrought-iron king size bed. Ryan walked slowly into the marital bedroom and began to look around. A light was showing beneath the door he was guessing led to the bathroom and he heard water running in the sink. Ryan saw a huge leather chair and ottoman in one corner and a small wet bar abutted the built-in entertainment center housing a 50 inch flat screen TV.
On the harvest table beneath a decorative mirror, Ryan saw numerous pictures of the Boehmon family; he saw what appeared to be Mr. and Mrs. Boehmon’s wedding photo and other pictures from their children’s early days to the present.
Ryan put Randi’s wineglass on the bedside table and slipped out of his shoes, lying on the bed against the headboard. He took a hit out of the beer bottle and settled back, still not quite believing what had just transpired.
Several minutes later, the bathroom door open and Randi walked out. Her long hair was down, flattened with a heating iron, and she had applied a thick smoky make-up around her eyes. Her lips shone brightly in a cinnamon tone and she was wearing a short, silk gold robe with leopard print high heeled bedroom slippers tipped with black fur. Ryan felt his mouth drop as he looked upon his teammate’s mother, looking hotter than he ever could have imagined.
Randi walked slowly over to Ryan and took a seat on the side of the bed. She picked up the wineglass and took a sip, her eyes trained on the young man lying on the bed she shared with her husband.
“MMMMmmmmm!. . .Thank you dear! I really needed that!” she said placing the wineglass back on the table and turning towards Ryan. Her hands slid gently up and down his thighs as she smiled.
“Why don’t you take off your shirt.” she suggested. Ryan quickly complied and thinking to himself “What the hell!” , stood and unzipped his jeans laying back on the bed wearing only his boxers.
Randi smiled in amused appreciation “Now that is better. Don’t you think?”
Leaning into him she tiltled her head to one side and kissed him, her tongue darting quickly into his mouth. As they kissed, Randi began to rub his cock through his shorts and Ryan reached up to cup one of her perky breasts. Randi pulled herself away from his lips and asked “Have you ever eaten a pussy?” To emphasize, she slowly slid the bottom of her robe up her slender thighs to reveal her completely shaven slit. She took Ryan’s hand and guided it between her legs which she had spread apart, his fingers passing between her already wet lips.
In response, Ryan slowly shook his head “no “and Randi smiled lewdly. “Good . . .I wanted to be your first!” She stood and undid the sash of her robe and pushed it back off her shoulders allowing it to pool at her feet. Wearing only her high-heeled slippers, she got back on the edge of the bed and had Ryan kneel on the floor between her outstretched legs.
When Ryan tried to move quickly to her pussy, Randi stopped him. “Whoa . . . whoa Baby. Take your time! A woman wants to be teased a little before you jump right to it. Start on the back of my knee . . . lick it lightly. Yeah. That’s it! That feels wonderful . . . Now. Work your way slowly up the inside of my leg . . .”
Randi guided the young man through the proper way to eat pussy and found him to be a very quick study. Soon, his face was buried between her legs and he was lapping up her juices, teasing her swollen clit with his tongue. Randi laid back across the bed with her legs over his broad shoulder, his face squeezed tigthly between her taut thighs. Her hands were on the back of his head and she pulled him hard against her pussy, rolling her hips vigorously in a circular motion. She began to moan louder and louder and she ground herself against the young boy’s face, his mouth and tongue bringing her rapidly to the brink.
“AAAAAHHHHH . . . SHIT . . . That feels so fucking good Baby! Eat my pussy ,Baby!! Suck that pussy!! . . . SHIT!! EAT MY FUCKING PPPUUUSSSSYYY!!!!”
Her voice rose as her orgasm crashed through her body, Her heels beat frantically against his back and one of her slippers flew off her foot. Randi’s head thrashed back and forth on the bed as she came, nearly smothering the young man pinned between her thighs. Her body spasmed several times and then went competely slack, leaving her gasping for air, Ryan happily lapping up her pussy juice.
As Randi caught her breath, Ryan stood and stepped out of his boxers, his thick cock bouncing in front of him. Randi eagerly scooted towards the center of the bed as Ryan knelt between her outstretched legs. Randi reached out and grabbed his shaft and guided it toward her still wet and pulsating love tunnel. The engorged head of Ryan’s cock pushed easily into her pussy and the young QB began to lustily pump his hard meat deep into the older woman. Randi briefly thought about getting him to slow down, but she knew he was so excited it would be fruitless to try. Realizing there would be time later for some instruction on how she liked to be fucked, Randi gave in to her passion, driving her hips off the bed to meet his anxious thrusts. Her legs wrapped behind his calf muscles and her french-manicured hands firmly gripped the thick muscles behind his arms. Randi felt her breasts bounce with each hard thrust and her nipples rubbed deliciously against his smooth chest.
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Ryan drove his thick shaft ruthlessly into his teammate’s mother’s faithless cunt. Randi moaned softly and pulled his face down to hers, his tongue darting past her wetly shining lips. As they kissed, Ryan fucked her even faster and he felt the lovely MILF’s body begin to stiffen aginst him, the sound of his cock smacking wetly into her steaming, hot pussy, the tell-tale creak of the bed frame mixing erotically with the older woman’s moans.
Ryan pulled his lips from hers, and Randi slid her arms under his, now grabbing the back of his shoulders. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her breathing was ragged.
“Oh . . . Baby! You have no idea how bad I need this!! Shit!! That’s it Baby!! That’s it! You’re gonna make me cum again!! Your cock feels so fucking good!!! Pound my pussy Baby!!! Keep pounding that pussy!!!
Randi felt the young man stiffen inside her and knew that he was close as well. Rolling her hip against he young man, Randi groaned loudly and spat:
“Fuck me Baby!! Keep fucking my pussy!!!! Harder Baby! I need you to fuck me HARDER!! OHH GAWWWWDDD!!! YYYYYYEEEESSSS FUCK YYYEESSS!!!” Randi felt her body begin to shudder as Ryan’s cock brought her to second explosive orgasm. As she started to cum, she felt the first rope of Ryan’s jizz rip into her pussy as his body went completely rigid.
“Ohhh . . . Mrs. Boehmon . . . Shit!! I’m cumming Mrs. Boehmon!! I’m cumming in your pussy! Ahh . . . FUCK . . . MRS. BOEHMON!!!!”
Randi smiled contentedly as her son’s teammate filled her pussy full of his warm seed, her own orgasm continuing to pulse through her body. Ryan leaned down to kiss her softly, his cock jerking several more times before finding itself spent.
Randi’s breasts squeezed between them as they gently kissed, their tongues swirling around each other, their hearts racing. Ryan looked down on the sexy soccer mom, her beautiful blue eyes flahing through her slutty make-up, a sexy smile forming on her face.
“MMMMmmm . . .Baby! That was wonderful” she purred. “God I love young cock!!” she kissed him hard in emphasis.
Ryan rolled off his teammate’s mother and sat up against the headboard. Randi sat up as well, pulling the sheets up over her breasts in a an odd show of modesty given the fucking she had just provided the young man. Ryan handed Randi her wineglass and she took a grateful sip. After a few very short moments, Randi reached across Ryan and put her wineglass on the bedside table. Leaning in, she kissed him deeply then whispered hotly in his ear, her hand already stroking his stiffening cock:
“Do you want to fuck me some more?”
Ryan rolled her over on her back in response, his hand moving slowly up her thigh. Randi smiled as she sucked the tongue that had been thrust between her wetly shining lips, her hands sliding down to cradle the sides of his face. She knew she was in for a long afternoon of cock and her pussy was wet in anticipation.
Randi screwed the young man in a variety of positons in both the bedroom and the master bath. She fixed fruit which they fed to each other while lying naked in the bed that she would share with her husband later that night. Later, almost sheepishly, Randi showed Ryan the porno her husband had suprised her with a few months earlier. It was an amateur tape he had found on-line that showed a stunning woman in her forties, with long auburn hair and large augmented breasts who had a thing for incredibly sexy shoes and young, muscular black men.
Ryan had his arm around Randi as they sat up in bed and watched the video. She slowly stroked his hard cock, her eyes glued to the TV screen. When Ryan shifted and slid his hand up between her shapely legs, Randi spread them quickly to allow him easy access. Ryan was not at all suprised to find her pussy soaking wet and after a few moments of his attention, Randi moved to the foot of the bed on all fours, looking back longingly over her shoulder as Ryan moved swiftly behind her upraised ass. He slowly entered her from behind and started a slow, steady rhythm that soon had Randi’s groans mixing with those coming through the TV’s sound system.
Much later, Randi walked Ryan to the front door wearing her short, silk gold robe, her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, a weary but contented smile on her beautiful face. She had her arms wrapped around herself, one hand clutching the distinctive white and green hard-pack of her cigarettes. She stepped in close to Ryan and lifted her chin inviting one, last kiss. Ryan took his teammate’s mother into his arms and kissed her deeply, their tongues swirling in a lust-filled dance. Before he left, Randi gave him her cell number and explained that she was available to him anytime he wanted to get together. She hesitated a beat, then added:
“And if you have a friend that can keep secrets . . .!”
Her blue eyes flashed mischieviously, one eyebrow raised, clearly communicating the unspoken part of her message.
POST-GAME
Randi slid out of her suit jacket and poured herself a glass of Chardonnay. Wearing a white, silk long-sleeved blouse over top of her navy blue skirt, her sexy four-inch heels and wetly shining lips contrasted sharply with her conservative business attire. Randi had left work early and come directly to the hotel suite her company rented for clients, vendors and out-of-town salesmen. She had met her first lover here numerous times during their affair, being co-workers, and she learned how easy it was to get a key.
Randi lit a cigarette and sipped her wine. She was about to sit down when she heard a knock at the door. She moved quickly to open it, her heart beginning to race in anticipation.
Ryan stood in the hallway in his yellow and black letterman’s jacket, his long brown hair just off his shoulders, hands in his pockets smiling back at her. But, he wasn’t alone. Ryan had brought his backfield running-mate, Curtis with him. Curtis was a light-skinned black young man, shorter than Ryan but much thicker through the chest and shoulders. Randi’s eyes slid hungrily over his muscular frame, her face flushed with excitement a thin smile creeping across her lips.
“Well” she thought to herself as she invited them in, her eyes dropping to their tight ass cheeks, “He WAS paying attention!”
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
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