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Chapter 12.2: Erin Gets Treated Right

Our time in New York City came to a close with another win on Saturday. Erin and I returned to our flirty “professional” modes although she had a difficult time keeping her hands off of me on our ride back up to Boston that evening. It was a weekend I would never forget.

Once back at school, I met with the training staff again and was finally cleared for activity. I still wouldn’t be able to play on the men’s team due to my injury—I had formally withdrawn from the roster for the year—but it did mean that I could start weightlifting and running again. That in itself felt like a win.

The day after I got my clearance I decided to take a short jog before I had to be at the weight room with the rest of the team. I was pleased with the way that my ankle responded to the exercise and was feeling hopeful as I walked into morning strength training.

“I heard you got cleared for duty. Looks like you’re already back at it!” Savannah said as she noticed my shirt damp with sweat, the humid Boston spring already in effect. Several players were already hard at work throughout the weight room when I arrived.

“Yep! So glad that stupid injury is behind me. I still can’t believe that I lost my season, but nothing I can do about it now.“

“That’s the spirit. You know, if you wanted, I could help you start getting back into form,” Savannah said.

The thought was interesting. Under her guidance I had no doubt that I would get back in shape in no time. But I was honestly also a little afraid of what she might put me through considering the discipline that she employed with the players.

“You look nervous,” she added with a chuckle. “I’ll work you hard, but I promise not to be mean. How does that sound?”

“Ok. Deal! And thanks.”

“Great! Start after practice tonight?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

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“C’mon, maggot! My grandma can run faster than this! Finish strong!” Savannah shouted as she led me around the edges of the field. She really missed out on a career as a drill sergeant—I’m sure she would have excelled. Her “promise” to not be mean had gone out the window thirty minutes ago, exactly one minute after practice ended.

I did have to admit that she was right — I had definitely lost some of my endurance during my lay-off. But why the name-calling?

At each corner of the field, we would stop to perform some sort of mini set: twenty “monkey fuckers,” sixty seconds of “mountain climbers,” a sixty second plank, or twenty burpees. It was more activity than I had endured (outside a bedroom) in months.

We finally finished our last lap and I immediately collapsed on the turf. From the flat of my back, I looked up at Savannah who was now focused on her phone screen. She didn’t even seem to be breathing hard. I briefly wondered if perhaps she was some sort of robot.

“You gonna be okay?” she asked with a little smirk as she glanced away from her phone.

“I think so. Just out of shape.”

“You got that right!” she teased.

I looked down at my own phone and was surprised by how late it had gotten. I sighed unconsciously.

Savannah noticed my stress and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m supposed to meet some friends for dinner, but I don’t have time to get back to my place to shower.”

“Just use the showers in the locker room. Everyone will be gone by now — no big deal.”

“You sure?” I asked, hesitantly.

“Yeah, I do it all the time.” Sensing my remaining hesitancy, she rolled her eyes and went on. “Do you want me to hold your hand or something?”

I felt the shift instantaneously. A little electric spark shot between us as we both realized what Savannah had just said, even if it was innocent. My nervousness was subsumed by arousal immediately.

“Well, if you’re offering… I wouldn’t say no.”

She shook it off with another roll of her eyes. “Ugh. You’re so annoying sometimes. But fine, I need to shower too. Let’s go.” With that, she took off towards the locker room and left me in her wake.

I caught up to her we passed through the team meeting room. As yet, I had not entered our women’s locker room. For some reason I felt nervous about what I would find in there, even if I figured that it would likely be empty as Savannah said it would be. She held open the door for me and I entered with a deep breath like it was a holy sanctuary.

It was … ordinary. Most young men imagine the women’s locker room to be a place where sexual dreams come true full of girly scents and feminine products. But it was generally about the same as the men’s locker room, just a bit less odorous.

“You look underwhelmed,” Savannah said with a slight smile. I hadn’t even realized she was watching me.

“Well, I was picturing something more … I don’t know.”

“Sexy?” she asked back. “God, you men are all so horny and predictable.”

I felt myself turn slightly red. “I can’t deny that,” I admitted sheepishly.

She rolled her eyes again. “Let’s just get showered and get out of here. Right through here.” Savannah set her stuff down on a bench, turned away from me, and started peeling off her clothes unceremoniously. As her sports bra came off, I stared at her back for a moment before I realized just what I was doing. I felt my cock twitch in my shorts as I turned away and attempted to think of other things before she noticed my growing erection.

I took a second to consider that I was finally going to be getting naked with Savannah. We had seen each other before, and obviously I had been naked and intimate with all the other coaches already, but this particular relationship felt different. Like it meant more or had a different charge to it. I tugged at my waistband and let my shorts fall to the floor.

“Ready?” she asked. I looked up to find her facing me and completely devoid of clothes. My breath caught in my throat and I couldn’t help but look her over. She was an homage to the human body. Tight, toned muscles were etched across her figure, which was decorated by tasteful tattoos on her olive skin. Tan lines cut across her defined abs leading down to her shaved pussy. I couldn’t help but stare as I took her in. My dick was quickly rising at the sight.

“Earth to Andy. Hello. You good?” Savannah said. She still sounded annoyed, but there was a sense of softness this time, as if she knew that she should chide me but was still appreciating the attention.

“Oh … umm … yep,” I stuttered, trying to get my mind and my gaze under control. Despite my attempts to divert my thoughts, I felt my penis throb at full attention involuntarily.

“Your guy there seems to be struggling,” she observed, giggling. I don’t believe I had ever heard the hard-edged Savannah giggle before. “Does it always get so red like that?” she asked with a teasing tone.

“Err. Umm. No,” I stammered, still flustered.

She chuckled and turned towards the showers, “Let’s just get cleaned up. Come on.”

I stood still for a moment, before I remembered why we were even here in the locker room and followed after her.

The showers in women’s locker room were (I suppose unsurprisingly) slightly nicer than in the men’s. I did my best to calm my mind and just focus on getting clean, attempting to avert my eyes from Savannah’s beautiful behind only a few feet away.

I was unsuccessful. The way that the water beaded and ran down her perfect skin. The way her muscles rippled as she reached up to wash her hair. The way her ass jiggled as she went about her chore. I never stood a chance.

“You know, I can see you staring at me. You haven’t washed a single thing since we got in here five minutes ago,” Savannah said. It was only then that I realized that there was a mirror on the far wall that gave her perfect line of sight to my ogling.

“Oh, fuck. Uh. Yeah, sorry,” I apologized, trying again to rip my eyes away.

“It’s fine. You can look all you want. To be honest, I kind of like it,” she replied, a gleaming smile widening on her face as she turned towards me, again astonishing me with her beauty.

“Is that so?” I asked in an attempt at coyness.

“Sure do. But now I’m all done and you’ve got a lot of cleaning to do. Need some help?” She took a step towards me and grabbed some body wash off the wall.

“I think I might.”

“Why don’t you do your hair and I’ll work on your body,” she suggested.

“Deal.” Savannah stepped behind me and started slathering up my back with suds as I actually focused on washing my hair. Feeling her touch on my skin was intense, like something I had wanted for so long was finally bursting forth. It was electric. My cock actually hurt from how hard I was. With each heartbeat, it pulsed, excitedly anticipating when it would finally receive its due.

Her hands traveled down my back until she started washing my ass. Then my legs. And finally, her hands started to reach around to my front.

For the first time, she grabbed my shaft as I felt her breasts push up against my back. Her hands did their best to wrap around it, but were unsuccessful.

“How long have you dreamed of this?” she whispered in my ear. “Since the moment you first saw me I know you’ve been imagining me touching you, pleasuring you, wanting you. You can’t deny it.”

I swallowed hard. She was right. I had pictured this moment so many times as I touched myself at night. It was heavenly.

“Show me how much you want it,” she said, barely audible over the sound of the water splashing against our bodies and the tile floor. “Prove it to me.”

I needed no further encouragement. I spun around, my dick slipping from her grip, and wrapped my arms around her. I pressed my lips to hers as my cock pushed into her belly. Her taste was even better than I had imagined.

“You want me to show you how much I want this? To show you what I’ve dreamed of doing to you all these months?” I asked.

“Be my guest,” she teased.

In one fell swoop I grabbed her by the waist, turned her upside down, and suspended her in the air. Even though her body was dense with muscle, she was still quite a bit smaller than me and I was still strong from my off-season training. It wasn’t difficult to manipulate her this way.

“Woah!” she yelped in surprise. I brought her pussy to my mouth as her face dangled in front of my throbbing cock.

Passion overtook me as I tasted her pussy, my tongue diving between her folds with reckless abandon. The flavor of her slippery slit was wonderful.

“Oh, Andy,” Savannah groaned before taking my head into her mouth. Her tongue danced around my member in the most tantalizing way. I had yearned for this moment for what felt like ages. The heat of the it all meant that I wouldn’t last long with her lips wrapped around my cock.

It only encouraged me to continue intentional, aggressive work on her perfect little pussy. I lapped at her folds before focusing all of my attention on her engorged clit. She moaned as she worked her magic on my cock, only bringing me even closer to my climax.

Then suddenly, she spit me out. “Fuck, Andy. You’re gonna make me—.” I could feel her heavy breath on my balls as she panted. “You’re gonna make me COMMMMEEE,” she suddenly exploded. Her legs wrapped around my neck as she used her leverage to press my tongue even deeper into her pussy, preventing me from letting go even if I wanted to.

“Ahhhhhhh,” she wailed. I had never seen Savannah so vulnerable, so out of control. I felt her whole body vibrate in my arms as the orgasm overcame her, all her muscles tensing simultaneously. Her vagina pulsed against my mouth as the shockwaves flowed through her.

Then without warning, her body fell limp. Without her legs holding around my neck, I nearly dropped her from the change in weight, but luckily I held on tight. For a moment, I worried she had passed out.

I flipped her right-side up and stood her up back on her feet. She immediately fell into my arms. Because of the shower, I didn’t realize at first that she had tears in her eyes.

“Oh, Andy,” she said, her voice thick and warm. “I haven’t felt anything like that in so so long. Thank you.” She kissed me, deeply and lovingly, and then just hugged me. I wrapped my arms around her, easily enveloping her small, athletic frame. “Thank you, Andy,” she said again after a moment, bringing her lips up to mine again.

“Of course, Savannah. You deserve it,” I answered truthfully. Despite her hard outer shell, she was a woman that cared deeply for those around her and wanted success not for herself, but for those seeking her leadership. And it seemed like she had truly been through hell over the last couple of years through her failed marriage and divorce.

“Now I want to give you what you deserve,” she said, a sneaky smile widening on her face. “Think you can hold me up a little longer?”

“What, like this?” I asked with bravado as I lifted her up in my arms.

“Exactly.” She immediately wrapped her legs around my waist and grabbed onto the back of my neck. “Now put it in me. Fuck me till you fill me up,” she whispered seductively in my ear.

I lifted her, balancing her knees in the crooks of my elbows, and lined my cock up with her vagina. “Ready?” I asked.

“Yes. Just go slow at first,” she requested.

I gradually lowered her down onto me. “Oh my god,” she gasped after only a couple inches were in. “It feels even bigger than I thought it would.”

“So I wasn’t the only one dreaming of this moment?” I teased, continuing to let her weight impale her on my rock-hard member.

“Shut the fuck up,” she retorted with a roll of her eyes and a devilish smirk. “But maybe.” She kissed me again until I finally felt her pussy lips press against the skin around the base of my shaft.

“Is that okay?” I checked in.

“Fucking marvelous,” she replied with the fire of desire in her eyes.

I lifted her up again and then gradually dropped her back down. “Ohhhhh,” she groaned into my ear as I bottomed out inside of her.

Again, I lifted her up, but this time let her weight take her down onto me more quickly. “Fuck, that feels good, Andy. I need this. I need you.”

I quickly picked up speed. Lifting, dropping, and thrusting into her like a well-oiled machine. My passion, desire, and arousal fueling me. Despite the exhaustion I had felt earlier from Savannah’s workout, I had no dearth of energy now.

The wet meeting of our bodies echoed in the tiled shower of the women’s locker room, harmonizing in tandem with Savannah’s grunting at each repetition. Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, pistoning up inside of her with ever-increasing intensity. She felt even better than I could have dreamed. I couldn’t believe my fantasies were finally coming true and I was fucking the woman who had once felt like my adversary.

“Shit, Andy! Again. I’m gonna—“ she huffed, no longer able to complete a sentence. “Again. I’m— FUUUUUCKKKK!”

She squealed as her second orgasm rippled through her nervous system. I felt her vagina throb around my cock, but I couldn’t stop now. I was too close.

I continued hammering up inside of her as I held her in my arms, my balls slapping up against her ass which each stroke. I was on the edge now, my orgasm drawing within reach.

Slam! “Fuck!” she screamed.

Slam! “Fuck!”

Slam!

“Fucking shiiiiiiiiiiiit!” I wailed, burying myself as deep inside her as I could go, her weight pressing her all the way into my base.

My cock pulsed as I unloaded inside of her. I felt my warm seed flooding her pussy.

“Oh goddddddddd,” she moaned into my ear. “Yes, Andy. Yes,” she encouraged.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my balls emptied into her. “God damn,” I gasped. If I didn’t feel responsible for supporting Savannah, I would have certainly collapsed onto the bathroom floor.

I kissed Savannah as I held her in my arms, our bodies remaining connected in perfect union.

I opened my eyes, and noticed something, or rather someone, in the corner of my field of vision.

“Allie! What are you doing here!?” I shouted, stunned to see the freshman midfielder peeking into the showers with her hand in her shorts.

Savannah whipped her head around to see that we had been caught red-handed by one of her players.

“I, um, realized…er, realized I forgot my keys in my locker. I heard noises, and, umm, had to make sure no one was in trouble in here.”

“How long have you been standing there?” Savannah asked, a look of terror on her face.

“Ummm. Maybe five minutes. Please don’t be too mad at me,” Allie pleaded sheepishly.

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Note: I have about 4-5 chapters outlined for the rest of this story, but this summer has gotten busy so they will continue to come out more slowly than the previous sections. Likely one chapter every few weeks. Thanks for your patience.

The Lacrosse Team Story Hub

Chapter 12.1: Erin’s Good News

Erin’s body remained tensed by the orgasm that had just ripped through her. The arch of her spine smoothly stretching from her neck, down her back, and terminating at the source of her pleasure—my cock inside her pulsing pussy. Her face was frozen with her mouth open wide and her eyes closed tightly shut.

As she slowly came down from her climax, her back gradually lowered down onto the sheets, even while her her lingerie-clad chest still heaved with ragged breath. Though I had not yet come myself, seeing what I could do to her was a bliss unto itself.

Finally, her eyes opened. “Fuck. That was intense,” she panted. “I haven’t come like that in years. Maybe ever!” she exclaimed excitedly, a grin spreading across her face. “I mean, I knew you’d feel good. But that was beyond expectation.”

“Why thank you,” I replied with gratification.

“We’re not done yet, big boy. How do you want me next?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“On all fours. I want to see that pretty outfit from the back,” I ordered, pulling out of her. She quickly and enthusiastically rolled over onto her hands and knees. I couldn’t get enough of the golden lingerie that she had chosen for me, capped off by the golden high heels that she was still wearing, despite how uncomfortable they must have still been. God damn she was sexy.

I couldn’t help but stare for a moment as her ass pointed towards me, split in half by the thin golden string of her underwear guided down her crack. The golden straps of her garter belt stretched over her cheeks and down to the tops of her thighs where they attached to her stockings. The sight was unbelievable.

She wiggled her ass at me. “C’mon! Put it back in!” she requested, snapping me out of my adoration. I gladly followed her instruction as I pulled her thong to the side and lined my head back up with her opening. I teased her for a moment before plunging back in.

“Ohhhhhh,” she moaned as she pushed herself back onto me and her head slunk to the bed. I could not get enough of the view of her golden lingerie adorning her amazing figure while I watched my cock slide in and out of her. I wished that this could last forever. I gripped her hips and guided her into a rhythm with me, but she needed little assistance, slamming her ass back against me in perfect time with my thrusts.

The physical sensation mixed with the visual stimulation was beyond anything I had experienced before, and it was bringing me closer and closer to my edge.

“That feels so goooooood,” I groaned wantonly. “I think I’m gonna come soon.”

“Fuuuck yes. Come inside me! I want to feel you unload,” she requested.

I slammed back into her as our flesh met in a mighty “Clap!” My balls swung up to bounce off her clit

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

And all of a sudden, I was over the edge. A supernova of pleasure emanated from the base of cock and made me shudder as it began pulsing inside of Erin’s pussy, wave after wave of cum blasting into her. We groaned in unison as I pushed myself as deep into her as possible.

I left myself firmly planted in her until my orgasm started to subside and my ejaculation slowed. I thrust my still-hard member back into her a couple of times before pulling out, a trail of cum following closely behind and trickling down the inside of her thigh.

Her thong snapped back into place as she rolled over and looked up at me. “Kiss me,” she requested tenderly as she spread her legs around me and welcomed me down onto her. I gladly obliged and lowered my weight, meeting her lips again in intimate connection while my softening cock pressed against her soaked g-string.

“That felt fucking amazing,” I whispered to her.

“It did for me too,” she said sweetly. “I can’t wait until we can do it again in the morning.”

“Why do we have to wait till morning?” I asked.

“Oh, well, I guess I just assumed that you wouldn’t be able to go again tonight,” she replied in confusion.

“In that case, I think you’ll be in for a treat,” I answered. Even though it had only been a few minutes since I had gone soft, my dick twitched in response. A look of surprise crossed her face as I went on: “But for now, I think we should get you a bit more comfortable.”

“Yes, that would be wonderful. Wearing this sort of stuff turns me on and gets me even more excited, but it is a bit constricting.”

I scooted off of her, letting my hand tease down her torso and inner thigh until it reached her foot. “I love these heels and I love that you left them on,” I said.

“I thought they really completed the look!” she replied, glad that I had noticed. I rubbed each foot through the stockings as I removed each shoe. “Mhmmmm. That feels nice.”

I kissed along her the inside of her legs until I reached the top of her nylons. I momentarily attempted to undo the buckle with my lips and teeth, as I had promised earlier, but I didn’t quite have the skills. We both laughed as I switched to using my hands.

“Guess I’ll need to practice a little bit more,” I commented with a chuckle.

“I’ll hold you to it,” she teased in reply. I started rolling her stockings back down her smooth, long, toned legs, my mouth kissing along behind until I got to her foot. She yanked her foot back as she freed herself from the material. “Hey! That tickles!”

“Oops! Sorry!” I started on the other leg, this time careful to avoid her foot once I got there. Once done, I moved up to her torso and reached around her back as she leaned up off the bed. As I went to unclasp her bra she took my cock in her hand, which was at about half mast by this point.

“Wow! You bounce back fast!”

“I thought you might be pleasantly surprised,” I replied with a proud smirk, pulling off her bra. “You have lovely tits,” I observed as I brought my lips to her left nipple.

“Mmmhm. That’s nice.” I took her right breast in my hand while I focused my mouth on the left. Her boobs were by no means the largest of the four coaches, but they were perky and round—the perfect handful.

I let my mouth wander down her toned abdomen, kissing along the lines of her abs until I reached the top of her garter belt. I kissed her covered mound as I pulled the garter belt down over her hips and down her legs. Looping my fingers into the waistband at the top of each of her cheeks, I took the waistband of her thong in my teeth and pulled down.

“Oooh,” she squealed. “Impressive!” The garment slowly slid down, revealing her landing strip of blonde hair, then her clit, and finally her lips, leaking with my cum.

“My my. What a pretty pussy,” I said, finally pulling her underwear completely off. “But I wonder what she tastes like…” I grinned up at Erin mischievously before bringing my mouth back down to her mound.

I kissed along her landing strip, then on the insides of her thighs, and finally on her clit. Tasting my own cum used bother me, but I had learned to accept it as a necessary compromise. I slid my tongue down along her slit and then back up to her clit.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I had someone’s tongue down there? Way too fucking long!” she commented. “‘Cause goddamn that feels fucking amazing.”

I went to work on her clit in earnest as I slid a finger inside of her vagina, focusing my attention on the inside of her front wall.

“Right there. Right there!” she repeated excitedly. One of her hands found the back of my head and her fingers started rapidly running through my hair. I peeked up to see the other hand aggressively massaging her boob.

“Oh! Oh! OH! YES! YES! YES!” she hooted until her second orgasm of the night hit her. Her hips bucked up into my mouth as she moaned in unintelligible delight. Her thigh closed around my head as her back arched up off the bed once again. “Ohhhhhhh,” she howled as I felt her vagina clench around my finger until her entire vulva, asshole, and vagina started pulsing in spastic waves of joy.

“Too much,” she gasped as she released her legs and pushed my head away from her sensitive clit. I slowly removed my finger from inside her, making her shiver with another jolt of pleasure.

I wiped my mouth and moved up next to her on the bed as she slowly returned to her baseline. “Holy fuck that was good!” she exclaimed finally. “I thought Jenny was exaggerating, but if anything, she undersold your skill!”

“Thanks,” I replied sheepishly.

“Holy fuck!” she exclaimed again with a heavy sigh of relief and another shiver. “I may have to see if I can convince the other coaches to let you be my permanent roommate. I can’t possibly give you back.”

I just smiled in response, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “So you did talk to Jenny about me?” I asked teasingly.

“Well…” her face started to redden. “Sorta. She wouldn’t really give me any details but she did say that you had plenty of skills with your mouth, your hands, and your cock. She told me I would be very well-satisfied by the end of my night.”

“And she was right?”

“So so so fucking right!” She kissed me on the lips and swung her legs up and over my abdomen so that she was on top of me again, her pussy dripping on my pelvic area. My cock had returned to full attention and was sliding along her ass crack as she wiggled. “She also told me one more thing…” Erin added with a sneaky smirk.

“Oh really. What’s that?”

“She said your cum tastes delicious.” Her smirk grew into a wide smile. “And I intend to try it for myself.”

With that, she lifted herself up off of me and reached down to grab my hardened shaft. She rubbed it along her sopping vulva and looked up at me. “May I?”

“By all means,” I replied, matching her expression. Without another second of hesitation she dropped her weight back down onto me, sheathing my cock to the hilt.

“Ohhhhhhh fuck,” I groaned. Erin quickly lifted herself back up and slammed back down on me again. There was no carefulness or gentleness this time—it was pure, animalistic desire that drove her. And that driver had a lead foot.

Her regular exercise routine was made obvious as she rapidly bounced on me, her hands clutching at my chest and sides as she the bed shook. She flipped from her knees onto the balls of her feet giving her even more control over her rapid gyration. Her ass slammed back down onto me with such force I worried for the fate of the mattress.

“Tell me when you’re gonna come,” she requested excitedly, sweat starting to drip from her brow. She must have been able to see that her efforts were paying off: Her vagina was squeezing my cock in all the right places as she moved and I was already being drawn close to another orgasm.

Knowing I wouldn’t last much longer, I blurted out, “I’m close!”

She hastily hopped off of me and dropped down between my legs, taking me into her mouth as soon I was within reach.

“Oh yesssss.” Even though she didn’t have too much of my length, she overwhelmed me with the power of her suction and tongue dexterity.

“Fuck! I’m comminggggggggg,” I moaned as my orgasm rocked me. Erin pulled me further into her mouth as my cock exploded inside of her, blasting her tonsils with ropes of warm cum.

“Ohhhhhhh,” I groaned as she sucked down everything I had to offer, my dick twitching inside her mouth. Even though it had not been more than an hour since my last one, the release felt unbelievable.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the pillows in pure bliss as my member softened inside of her mouth. She released me and crawled up along my body, lying next to me on the bed. I looked over at her to see that she hadn’t let a drop go to waste.

“Jenny was right! That is rather tasty. What the fuck do you eat?”

“That secret will have to stay with me.”

*******

I awoke to the feeling of something warm and moist gliding up and down my shaft. I peeked my eyes open to see that early morning light snuck in past the heavy hotel drapes. I looked down to try and determine what had woken me in such a pleasant way. But all I could see was the rise and fall of the comforter down around my waist.

I peeled it up and smiled down at Erin. Her lips were wrapped around my dick as she looked up at me with a mischievous expression.

“Well, good morning,” I said with a with a grin.

She released me from her mouth and replied, “Good morning. Your morning wood was poking against me and I couldn’t resist. Hope that’s alright,” She chuckled through a silly smile.

“Consider this permanent permission,” I answered enthusiastically. “But can I offer you a seat while you work?”

“What do you mean?” she asked in confusion.

I pointed to my mouth and wiggled my eyebrows. “Care to hop on?”

Realization dawned on her face. “Oh! I see!” she exclaimed excitedly. “It’s been a long time since I 69’d with anyone, but I’m game!” She moved up the bed and threw her leg over my face. Her scent was intoxicating and she was already wet.

She gripped my shaft as I moved my mouth into position and gently tasted her lips. I felt her take me back into her mouth while I encircled her clit with my tongue. She moaned softly around my cock, which only increased my pleasure. I slurped at her juices and sucked on her clit. Softly at first, and then more assertively with each passing minute.

Her hands pumped up and down the lower half of my shaft as my top half enjoyed the vacuum of her mouth, seemingly intent on extracting any cum left in me after our adventures over the past twelve hours.

As we fell into a groove, her her hips starting rocking and grinding her clit along my tongue. At first, her movements were small, but soon she was riding my face like she was a cowgirl and I was her bucking bronco. Her moans grew louder and louder, reverberating through my cock, until finally she had to give up the fight. She dropped me from her mouth and drove her face into my thigh for stability, although her hand remained firmly grasped around my base.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she chirped, her movements growing more and more wild. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! FUUUUUCK!”

As she came, she pressed her pelvis down into me with such force that I momentarily worried that I might suffocate while she vibrated on top of me. Her thighs clamped around my ears so aggressively that if she continued moaning, I couldn’t hear it.

Several minutes passed before she slid off of my face, luckily before I lost consciousness, and I felt a trail of flowing moisture following after her as she scooted down my chest, apparently eager for more. Her hands landed on my thighs as her pussy lips glided along the underside of my cock, which was pressed up against my abdomen.

“I need this thing in me at least one more time,” she said hungrily, not even bothering to look back at me as she lifted herself up, grabbed the base of my shaft to line me up, and plunged herself down on me, taking my entire length in one smooth motion.

“Ohmmmmmm,” she groaned as I felt a shiver run through her body. For a moment, she just sat on me without lifting back up. From the outside, she was still, but on the inside I could feel her pussy clenching around me. “You make me feel so fucking FULL!” she said with another shiver.

She lifted herself back up again before slamming her ass back down. “Oh fuck,” I gasped, feeling her pussy lips tickle the base of my dick, before sliding back up. “You feel fucking amazing.”

With each progressive drop of her tight toned ass, I lost my breath, fully immersed in the pleasure of the moment. The hard slap of her cheeks against me was like a metronome keeping time for the melody of our moans and the crescendo of our stimulation.

Soon enough, I was on the verge of being sent to a world of bliss yet again. “Yes! Yes! Yesss!” I groaned. “You’re gonna make me come again!”

“Yes! Yes!” she matched. “Make me feel even fuller!” she demanded as she took her hand off my thigh and began massaging my balls.

That did it. Like a supernova, a blast of sensory overloaded emitted from my cock as every muscle in my body tensed while I blasted my cum deep into Erin’s pussy. The sensation was unbelievable.

I gripped at her hips as my own involuntarily rose, lifting us both off the bed and burying me even further inside. “Fuuuuuuck,” I roared again, no longer even aware of the volume of my voice. Her fingers remained pleasantly wrapped around my testicles, as if wringing out every drop of semen I had to offer.

Slowly, my muscles relaxed as the spasming of my cock ebbed and I was able to lower us both back down to the bed. As I softened, she lifted herself back off of me and my cock slapped against my abdomen, a flood of sticky cum flowing after it.

Erin fell down onto the bed next to me and reached between her legs. Two fingers scooped up some of the leaking liquid and brought it to her mouth. “Mhmmm. Yum,” she said with a devious smile.

“That was incredible. You’re incredible,” I said, finally regaining the power of speech.

Our eyes connected. I could tell her wheels were turning as we lay in silence, our bodies enrapt. It could have been two minutes or it could have been twenty.

Finally, she spoke. “This was exactly what I needed, Andy. Thank you.”

“You’re the one that set all this up. I’m the one that should be thanking YOU!”

“No, seriously. The show and fancy dinner were fun, but it’s been a long time since I actually felt like someone was in tune with me. With my needs. Truly connected. You know? You’ve made me feel really special.”

“I’m glad. You’re a special woman. And honestly you deserve to be treated this way every day.”

I leaned in to kiss her. It started soft and sensual, but then her tongue was suddenly in my mouth and her hand was wrapping around my cock again, which was quickly swelling once more.

“You up for one more round?” she asked devilishly as she flipped on all fours and stuck her ass back up in the air.

“Definitely. But can you put this back on? It’s so fucking hot.” I dangled the golden thong in between my thumb and index finger as my penis reached full attention yet again.

The Lacrosse Team Story Hub

Chapter 11: The Pick-Me-Up

After Mrs. Nguyen had swallowed my load, we both started to come back to our senses and realized how late it was. We quickly cleaned up and she generously gave me a ride back to campus. But not before she ensured that I sent her the video from my phone that not only included our school interview, but also the … more fun aspects of our evening. It had certainly taken the sting out of finding out earlier in the day that my own lacrosse season as a player had been officially shut down for the year.

In fact, I was jerking off to that video in bed several mornings later, remembering the pleasure of exploring her sexy older body, when I got a text from Coach Erin:

“Do you own a suit?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Bring it this weekend. And a nice shirt and tie. You’re going to need them.”

This weekend was a special one. We were headed down to New York City for a two-day tournament hosted by Columbia University. In reading this text, I assumed this meant that I was going to be Erin’s “roommate” for the trip and that she had something special in store for us.

“Sounds exciting :)” I replied.

*******

We boarded the bus bright and early Friday morning so that we could make it down to New York City in time for our first afternoon game. Erin sat down next to me and seemed more cheerful than made sense for this early hour, even for her naturally positive attitude.

She wore a simple school hoodie and black yoga pants, but even in a relaxed outfit, she looked lovely. Through the yoga pants, her athletic legs were obvious and her strawberry blonde hair framed her freckled face to perfection. The toned runner’s body and Irish complexion made her simply irresistible.

“You bring the suit?” she asked.

“Uhhh… Good morning to you too,” I grumbled. The coffee hadn’t kicked in yet. “Yeah it’s all packed in my bag. You gonna tell me why I brought it?”

“You’ll seeeee,” she said in a sing-song kind of voice.

“Fine. If you’re not going to talk, I’m going back to sleep,” I teased with a flat reply. I pulled my hood up and turned back to the window.

By the time I woke up, we were over halfway to New York. I glanced over to see that Erin was reading. I started to look over the page that she was on, which included a highly detailed account of a woman enjoying each and every inch of her lover’s member with her tongue.

“Steamy stuff,” I whispered, causing her to jump, clearly unaware that I had awoken. “Getting in the mood for later?”

She snapped the book closed and her face grew red as she stared back at me stuttering, “N-n-n-no. I wasn’t—. You don’t—.” She was completely lost for words.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about. Who doesn’t enjoy a little smut from time to time?”

This seemed to relax her enough to speak. “You too?” she asked.

“Of course. But I don’t read it in public. The erections are too obvious. Luckily for you, no one can tell how wet you are.”

Her thighs clamped together as she sputtered, “How do you—. What do you—. I am not!”

I enjoyed teasing her and watching her squirm a little, but I didn’t want to push too far. “I’m just messing with you,” I said, letting her off the hook. “Unless you want to prove it to me,” I added with a wink.

“Oh fuck off,” she chided, rolling her eyes.

I dropped the subject and moved on to other topics. As in the past, I was impressed by how easily the conversation flowed between us. Before I knew it, we were in New York.

*******

Our early afternoon game was a nail-biter. We were down by two with five minutes left, but managed to tied it up with twenty seconds left. That sent us to sudden-death overtime.

Our defense pulled out a big stop with a great save from Angela, our goalie. The fast break that ensued put our team at the advantage and Maria was able to whiz one past their goalie’s ear and into the top corner of the net.

The entire team poured out onto the field to tackle her as all five of us coaches jumped around and hugged. It was certainly the most emotional win since I started working with the women’s team, and we were all relieved to have pulled it out.

Eventually everyone calmed down and once we were back in the team meeting room, Savannah made a rousing speech commending our team on their perseverance and resilience.

Because we were playing again the next morning, she encouraged everyone to attend to their needs this afternoon, get the rest and nourishment that they needed tonight, and to wake up ready for tomorrow morning’s game. If this was the men’s team, we would have needed some serious babysitting to make sure we didn’t run wild in New York City, but Savannah had fostered the discipline needed with her team. She knew she could trust them to act appropriately, even with the lures of the city waiting outside our hotel.

As we made our way to our residence for the evening, the rest of the coaches turned their attention away from today’s game into teasing me about being in the dark regarding the plans with Erin.

“Got your monkey suit for your special night?” Brit asked.

“Yeah, do you know what we’re doing? Erin still hasn’t told me.”

“Of course I do,” she said with an evil grin. I waited for her to fill in the blanks, but she just cocked her head to the side and kept her mouth closed—something she rarely did.

“Treat her well, tonight,” Jenny said to me with an admonishing expression.

“I’d love to, if only I knew what we were doing,” I replied pleadingly.

“You’ll find out soon enough. And I think you’ll rather enjoy it,” she added with a wink.

I accepted my fate and stopped asking questions as we pulled up to the hotel. Once we were finally in our room, I just sat down and waited for further instructions. Erin seemed to be expecting me to press her further about our plans, but I decided not to give her that satisfaction. I could be patient, even if it wasn’t my forte.

Even though Erin and I had seen each other naked and got off simultaneously the last time we roomed together, there was an entirely different tone this time around. Erin wasn’t nearly as sexually forward as Brit or Jenny in general, so I wasn’t entirely sure how the night would proceed. Both of them would have had us both naked by now, but Erin was a bit more reserved; I would need to take it slow and I was okay with that.

“Don’t you want to know what we’re doing tonight?” Erin asked, breaking the silence.

“You know I do. But I’m practicing acceptance that I’m not in charge.”

“Good boy. You’re learning,” she replied with a smirk. “We’ve got a little time before we leave. Why don’t you take a shower and then I’ll get ready in the bathroom while you’re changing into your nice clothes.”

“Care to join me? You’re not still worked up from your erotic fiction earlier?” I asked, hoping to tempt her.

“Nice try. Not yet, buddy boy. You’re flying solo for now.”

I pouted dramatically, but followed her instructions nonetheless. It took me all of ten minutes before I was walking back out of the steamy bathroom with just a towel around my waist.

I found her sitting and reading her book again. If I looked carefully, I could tell that her face was a little bit flush.

“Wow, you’re quick!” she said, slightly startled.

“I hope you’re not saying that later tonight!” I quipped.

“Har har. Now get dressed. We’ll leave in about half an hour.”

“You don’t want to see what I’ve got under the towel first?” I asked, ever the optimist.

“You’re a naughty boy,” she said as she grabbed something from her luggage and slipped into the bathroom.

Although I rarely got dressed up, I did actually enjoy it. While she was in the bathroom I put on my pale blue button-up, navy and gold school tie, and navy blue suit. I combed my hair and added a little something to keep it in place. I looked at myself in the mirror after putting on my dress shoes. “Not too bad,” I said to myself.

I checked my watch—we still had quite a bit of time before heading out and it sounded like Erin had just gotten out of the shower. I picked up her book off the bed and flipped to the page that she had bookmarked.

Although I had no sense of context, the scene was focused on a man and a woman who were starting to explore each other sexually. It had a different tone than the section that I had read over Erin’s shoulder earlier on the bus. The story seemed to be set in some sort of fantastical world of magic that I couldn’t quite understand, but the tension between these two needed no context. I was quickly engrossed in their story and chemistry as I read on. My cock stirred and stiffened inside my slacks.

“Enjoying that?” Erin asked. I hadn’t even heard her come out of the bathroom. My breath caught in my chest as I looked up at her. She was stunning.

Erin was always pretty, even without makeup and in simple clothes, but she was absolutely ravishing when she pulled out all the stops. She wore a gorgeous gold dress with a deep neckline that accented her features perfectly. Nylon pantyhose or stockings adorned her legs, making them somehow even more sexy than her bare skin. She had curled her hair and was wearing more makeup than usual. A simple golden necklace danced along her collarbone with one single large gem stone in the middle. I was speechless.

Erin’s smile crept across her face; she seemed to enjoy my stunned silence. “Well, what do you think?” she asked.

“Err …. Well …. Umm,” I stammered, trying to form words. Finally I got out, “You look unbelievable. Wow.”

“I was talking about the book. But I’ll take the compliment,” she replied with a grin. I had completely forgotten about what I was reading when I saw her.

“Oh … Yeah it’s good.”

“It certainly seems to have gotten you excited,” she said, nodding to the tent in my trousers that had only grown since laying eyes on her.

I started to regain my composure and replied, “Yes, well, like I said, that’s why I don’t read that sort of stuff in public.”

“Yes, I can see that. Well, can you tuck that away so we can go?”

“Oh, um, sure,” I replied, trying to send my thoughts off to some less arousing topic. Not a simple task as I continued to take in her beautiful visage.

“Great. I think I’m ready to tell you our plan. Do you want to hear it?”

“You know I do!”

“Ok, well I want to have a nice romantic evening. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a real date, and I would like for you to take me out for a nice night. I know it sounds a little desperate, but I’m hoping you’re okay with it?” she asked as her eyes fell to the floor.

“I would love that! Yes, that sounds amazing!”

Her face lit up immediately at my enthusiasm. It had been a while since I had been on a real date myself, and the idea of having the opportunity to do that with Erin here in New York was beyond my dreams.

“Oh good! I made reservations at a nice Italian restaurant and then we have tickets to a show. I know it’s probably not quite your genre, but I’m hopeful you’ll go along with it — we’re seeing Wicked.”

“No way!!! I actually loved the movies! I know all the songs!”

“Wow! Seriously?! I’ve seen it live, but it’s been years now since the last time. I wouldn’t have taken you for a closet musical theater nerd,” she teased.

“I’m a man of many mysteries,” I replied with a smirk, genuinely beyond excited for the night ahead. A night out in New York City with a gorgeous woman—what could be any better?

*******

The evening was truly one of the best of my life. The Italian food was exquisite and to see Wicked live blew my mind. Way better than the movies could ever hope to be.

And as incredible as those parts were, my time with Erin was even better. At dinner, we shared deeply about ourselves, our families, and past relationships. I learned that Erin had gotten engaged to the guy that she met in college after they dated for five years, but then a month out from the wedding he got cold feet and called the whole thing off. That was two years ago and she hadn’t dated seriously since.

“That’s part of the reason I set all this up tonight. I just needed a nice romantic night because it’s been way too long since I’ve been on a proper date. I hope that’s not weird,” she said as we walked out of the restaurant.

“Are you kidding me?! I’m honored that you would choose to spend an evening with me like this. Truly honored.” She grabbed my hand and kissed me on the cheek as we hopped in the Uber on our way to the theater.

Erin had scored excellent seats in the center of the orchestra. I pressed her to allow me to pay her back or at least to find out how much she had paid, but she just kept repeating, “My treat,” with a smile.

During the show, she leaned her head on my shoulder while I wrapped my arm around her. Her hand comfortably rested on my thigh. At intermission, while we were waiting for our row to empty, she touched her hand to my chin and kissed me on the lips. It was a soft, slow kiss and it felt wonderful.

In the second act, her mind seemed to have started wandering from the production in front of us. Her hand casually slid further and further up my thigh as the action progressed until her palm rested on my cock while the Ozians sang, “No one mourns the wicked.” As the curtain fell, she had me fully hard. I awkwardly covered my crotch with my copy of the playbill while I stood and clapped with the rest of the audience.

Once my erection had subsided and we were leaving the theater with the rest of the masses, I asked, “So what’s next? Fancy a drink somewhere?”

“I actually think I’m ready to head back. What do you think about that?” She had a mischievous look in her eyes as she surreptitiously gave my butt cheek a squeeze.

“Sounds absolutely delightful. I’ll get us a ride.”

In the back of the Uber, Erin leaned over and pulled me in. Our lips connected and her tongue was quickly in my mouth. Her eagerness was palpable as her fingers quickly reached for my crotch and wrapped around my hardening shaft through my slacks.

The lid that had remained on our sexual tension throughout the night was certainly off now. My hand fell to her knee as I felt her legs open further apart, coaxing my hand up her dress. However, even if she was ready to take things to the next level, I wanted her to be desperate before I acquiesced. I let my hand find its way to the inside of her thigh, but stopped a couple inches above her knee, going no further.

My cock was at full attention as we pulled up to our hotel. She removed her lips from mine as she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the car.

I was beyond grateful that we had the elevator to ourselves as she reattached her face to mine. She surprised me by jumping up into my arms and wrapping her legs around me. “God I want to fuck you so bad,” she whispered in my ear before biting my neck.

“Patience,” I whispered back, gripping the bottom of her thighs to hold her in place. It was still relatively early, maybe a little after 10pm, and we didn’t have anywhere we needed to be until late morning the next day. We had plenty of time to spend enjoying each other; no need to rush.

The elevator doors opened at our floor and Erin practically skipped down the hall, tugging me along behind her. As soon as we were in the room, she pulled me out of my suit jacket and pushed me onto the bed, mounting me immediately and unbuttoning my shirt. Her hips ground into my erection as she sat up tall, looking down at me.

“Andy, you’ve given me all that I could ask for so far tonight. You’ve treated me like a true gentleman and I’ve had one of the best nights in a very, very, very long time. And now I need one more thing … a proper fucking.” She made her request with a devilish grin as she reached for my tie, pulling it loose adeptly.

“I would be happy to oblige,” I replied looking back up at her. The tension that had been mounting all night felt like a dam that was about to overflow after a massive storm. It was palpable in the air. “It would be my pleasure.”

“Good. Because I actually have one more surprise for you.” She abruptly stopped undressing me and slid off the bed. “Care to unzip me?”

I sat up and pulled at the zipper on the back of her lovely dress. She turned around and said, “I hope you like it.” Her golden dress fell to the floor to reveal a matching set of golden lingerie.

Her breasts pushed up into perfect pillows of seduction, golden ribbon-like fabric outlined thin material that barely covered her boobs. Her light pink nipples shown through the thin, ornate lace of her bra. Golden flowers danced across a garter belt that was holding up her stockings below, while a shear golden g-string left nothing to the imagination. I felt my cock stiffen even further as I viewed the most erotic outfit I had ever seen.

It was a long moment before I recovered from feeling dumbstruck and could speak again. “You are so fucking sexy. I just want to rip that fucking outfit off with my teeth and sink myself into you.”

“I hoped you would like it,” she replied with a grin. “You can rip it off later, but for now I just need you inside me.” She fell into bed next to me and spread her legs, her high heels still on as she pulled the thin material of the thong to the side.

I quickly ripped off the rest of my clothes and sidled up between her legs. “Um do I need a condom?” I asked, my better angels reminding me to be responsible.

“No, baby. I’m safe,” she said sweetly, seemingly appreciative of my unnecessary worry. I was not typically one for pet names, but I enjoyed it now. “I need that cock raw,” she ordered with a lustful edge as her eyes linked deeply with mine.

I needed no further encouragement, feeling my own sexual desires roar up inside me like a voracious lion. I rubbed the tip of my penis along the soaking lips of her pussy as she let out a small squeal of excitement. The hand that had been holding her panties to the side, grabbed me and eagerly lined me up with her entrance. I pushed in gently to find that my head slid in easily, almost sucked in by her warm, wet hole.

“Yessss baby,” she purred as she closed her eyes in bliss and let go of my shaft. I pushed in further, closing my own eyes in order to fully take in the full experience of being inside this incredible woman. Soon enough I felt the lips of her pussy gripping my base. After all of the lead-up and anticipation to this moment throughout the rest of the night, the experience was pure heaven.

“Fuuuuuuck that feels good!” she moaned. I opened my eyes to find her looking at me. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for forever for this. It was brutal to know that Jenny and Brit both got to have you first.”

“Well certainly none of them have set up as special a night as we have had tonight. It’s been truly magical,” I replied as I started to pull back out of her. Even that felt amazing.

“Thanks. But you don’t have to say that,” she said.

“It’s true,” I answered simply, my tip barely hanging on inside of her. With more force this time, I slid back in until I was fully inside. “And holy fuck do you feel amazing.”

“Mhmmmmmm,” she groaned, tipping her head back into the pillow.

I started to pick up speed as I fell into a rhythm, each thrust feeling even better than the last. It took all my attention to prevent myself from jackhammering away too quickly, but allowing each repetition its due time and force.

With each passing minute, we both became more and more vocal. Every time my balls slapped against her ass she let out a yelp of pleasure until she was continuously moaning and groaning.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she chanted as I bottomed out inside of her again and again. “I’M! GONNA! COME!” she bellowed finally. “AHHHHHHHHHHH!”

I felt her pussy clamp down around my cock as her legs fell into a death grip around my torso. I reached down to lift and squeeze her ass as her back arched up off the bed and the back of her head became the only point of contact with the surface below. Her hands squeezed her boobs inside of her ornate bra. She was simply overwhelmed by the sensation of her orgasm.

And I had to admit, it felt pretty fucking good to be the reason for that pleasure.

The Lacrosse Team Story Hub

Chapter 10: Two for One

Fuck! My lacrosse season was officially over. At least my season as a player. The physical trainer for our men’s team met with me the Tuesday morning after we returned from Clemson and determined that though I could officially return to light running and leg exercises in the next couple weeks, there wouldn’t be enough time to rehab me for a meaningful return to play before the end of the season. I didn’t really even understand what particularly she was looking at that gave her such pause, but all I knew was that I’d have to wait to try again next year.

The only silver lining was that I would get to finish out the season helping the women’s team and I could extend my eligibility into my graduate studies if I wanted to. I struggled to avoid throwing myself an internal pity party as I sat in bioethics class later that morning.

Suddenly, I felt Becky’s sharp elbow hit my arm. I looked around and realized that our professor was looking at me along with the rest of the class.

“Ummm… sorry Dr. Crenshaw. Can you repeat the question?”

She asked me again about the case study we were considering and luckily I was able to answer with a modicum of intelligibility, but my heart wasn’t in it.

As we walked out of class, both Becky and Jackie flanked me. Between practices and our group project, we had become fast friends. Jackie asked, “What’s wrong with you? You look like someone stole your lunch money.”

“Well, sort of,” I replied. “I went to the trainer today. I’m not going to get to play lacrosse this year. At all.”

They both gasped appropriately and offered their condolences. “Fuck! That sucks! I’m so sorry,” Becky chimed in. Becky was a short Vietnamese-American senior with cute medium features that made her incredibly endearing.

“I’ll be alright. The news is just fresh,” I replied glumly.

“Well maybe we can help cheer you up,” Jackie asked, with an intentional smirk directed towards Becky. I could tell there was some sort of non-verbal communication going on between them, but I couldn’t decipher it. Jackie was a senior woman with full tits and a thick ass. She was perhaps the most muscular player on the team.

“Yeah, what do you have between now and practice later?” Becky asked.

“Just my stats class. But I was thinking of skipping it and going to take a nap instead. Get my head right.”

“What if we joined you for that ‘nap’?” Jackie questioned with a sly grin as she wrapped her arm around my waist.

I appreciated the gesture and my cock twitched at her insinuation, but I just wasn’t in the right mental state. “I’m grateful you guys are trying to pick me up, but I think I just need to be alone.”

“Oh, ok. We get it. Do you think you’re still up for interviewing my mom tonight, or do you want to reschedule?” Becky asked. Her mom was a doctor at Massachusetts General Hospital on the psych floor and we thought she would have some good insight into our group project focused on AI and healthcare. Becky had told us it would be too weird to interview her own mother, so I was volunteered instead.

“Oh, shit. I totally forgot about that. But yeah, I’m still good for it.” I’d have to rearrange some of my homework plans for tonight, but I didn’t want to flake out on Becky’s mom after she so graciously volunteered her time.

“Oh, great! She’s looking forward to talking to you. I’m texting you our address—I told her you would hop on the T right after practice and be there as soon as you could tonight. I also gave her your phone number just in case. She offered to make dinner for you, too. Do you like pho?”

“I love pho! That’s so nice of her!” That alone cheered me up a bit.

“Ever since my dad passed a couple years ago, she really only gets to cook for me, so I think she’s excited about having another visitor she can host. I try to get over there as much as possible but it’s tough with our schedule.” I could tell that she felt guilty about leaving her mom alone and I wondered if she stayed in Boston for school because she worried about her mother’s loneliness.

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that she’s struggling, but I’m glad to provide her with some company. And grateful that she’s up for talking to me.”

We parted ways as they headed for their next class and I went back to my apartment to process the news I had received and to rest a little bit.

*******

By the time practice was over that evening, I was definitely feeling better. I was grateful that Savannah’s dad (my coach) had told her about my situation so I didn’t have to explain it again. She and the other coaches had been awfully nice to me and kept going on about how excited they were that I would be able to keep going with them for the rest of the season, even though it meant that I would have to wait to play again.

I gathered my things and headed for the T stop. Luckily, I was able to get a bit of homework done on the ride to Back Bay so that I wasn’t quite as behind as I had worried I might be.

As I crossed over Newbury St on foot and began to approach the address Becky had given me— a beautiful brownstone building — it occurred to me that she might have come from a wealthy family. I checked the address again and noticed that Becky had just texted me again: “I told my mom to take good care of you. Make sure you take good care of her too!”

“I will :)” I replied as made it to the top of the stoop and rang the buzzer, though I wasn’t quite sure what she meant. .

“Hi, Andy! I’ll buzz you in! I’m on the third floor,” I heard Becky’s mom call to me through the speaker. I pushed through the unlocked external door and climbed the stairs to find her waiting for me on the top floor landing.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Mrs. Nguyen. Thank you for having me,” I said politely, extending my hand.

“Oh, please call me Linda. And I’m a hugger,” she replied kindly as she pulled me in for an affectionate squeeze and pushed me into the condo.

“Wow! This is gorgeous!” I exclaimed. She had a lovely view of the Charles River, which was particularly beautiful right now with so many of the trees blooming. “And it smells amazing in here!”

“You’re too sweet! I do my best here all by myself. You must be starving! Should we eat and then we can get down to business?”

“That sounds wonderful! But you really didn’t have to cook for me.”

“It is truly my pleasure. I only spend the time making pho when I have guests, even though I’m craving it all the time. It’s so much work to do for just me, so this is a special treat for me, too!”

She showed me into the kitchen where she had prepared all the fixings for our meal. It had been too long since I’d found some good Vietnamese food and she was right — I was quite hungry. We each made our bowl and sat down at the dining table that seemed a bit too large for a single widow.

“Will you have some wine with me?” she asked cheerfully while she poured herself a glass of merlot.

“Absolutely!” I replied, considering that it might be nice to loosen up a little after all the stress of the day.

I was surprised how easily the conversation flowed during dinner. Becky had told her about my injured ankle, helping out the women’s team, and even my hopes of working in the mental health field. She was an attentive listener and kindly answered the million questions I had about her career at MGH before we even got to the pertinent questions for our project. There was an easy and natural connection between us. Somehow, by the time dinner was over we had finished off the bottle of wine and an hour and a half had gone by.

“Oh wow, it’s already getting late and we haven’t even gotten to your questions. Should we open another bottle and get comfortable in the living room?”

“Definitely, Mrs. Nguyen … err, Linda,” I corrected myself. I could feel that my face was warm from the wine and had a momentary thought that it might be better to conduct the interview without the influence of more alcohol, but the thought passed quickly.

She pointed me to the large armchair, while she got comfortable on the couch. The chair was 90 degrees to the couch so she sat with her back to the armrest and stretched out her legs on the cushions, allowing her to face me directly.

For the first time, I really took in her appearance. Although she must be in her fifties based on the stories she had been telling me, I wouldn’t have pegged her for any older than 35 and she certainly could have passed as Becky’s older sister. She was wearing a beautiful floral spring dress that stopped above her knees. Underneath, it was clear that she had a very nice body that was similar to Becky’s, though with some signs of age and much more generous boobs and butt. It occurred to me that from this angle, if she parted her legs a bit, I could have seen right up her dress.

“Fire away!” she said excitedly as I realized that I had been checking her out lasciviously. I looked at her to see if she had noticed that my eyes had been roaming her body. She didn’t say anything, but there seemed to be a slight smirk.

“Yes, right,” I replied as I scrambled for my laptop and pulled up my list of questions. “Do you mind if I record us?” I asked. Considering that I was already slightly inebriated, I thought it might be wise in case I forgot.

“Go for it. In fact, I do my best work when I’m in the spotlight,” she said with a mischievous grin. This time, there was certainly some innuendo to her tone. Was Becky’s mom flirting with me?

I set up my phone on the side table so that we were both in the frame of the camera on the couch. I started off my questions and she answered confidently, informatively, and thoughtfully, giving us plenty of material to use for the project. I was impressed by her mind that seemed to have been thinking of answers to questions I hadn’t even considered asking. It was no wonder she was such a leader in the field.

All the while, I had to admit that it was difficult to keep eye contact. As she shifted around on the couch, more and more of her legs had become exposed as her dress slid up her thigh.

After we finished my list of questions and our second bottle of wine, I finally said, “Well, I think that’s everything I had hoped to ask. This is going to be a huge help for our project. How could I ever thank you?”

Her face had grown flush with the alcohol and she paused for a moment, weighing her response until she finally spoke. “Well, this may be rather forward, but can I ask you something, Andy?”

“I’ve asked you a million questions. Of course. Ask me anything.”

“Do you … have a girlfriend?”

“No, ma’am,” I answered plainly, trying to discern if I was picking up on her signals correctly.

Timidly, she started, “Well … feel free to say no to this … but I was wondering if you would mind rubbing my feet? I’m on them an awful lot and don’t have any time to get massages these days.” Considering her nervousness, I knew for certain that she would not have asked this if not for the courage the wine had provided. She quickly added, “Again, don’t feel obligated.”

“Gladly! I’ll massage anything you’d like, Linda,” I said with a straight face as I looked into her eyes, trying to avoid being disrespectful, but also letting her know that I was game for whatever she was thinking. Perhaps this is what Becky had in mind when she texted me earlier.

“Oh I very much like the sound of that,” she said with a grin.

“Just lie back and I’ll take good care of you,” I suggested. She followed my lead and reclined on the sectional. I scooted closer to her and took in her lovely shapely legs. She wasn’t as fit as the women on the lacrosse team or the other coaches, but it was clear that she took care of herself.

“Do you have any oil or lotion?” I asked before getting started.

“Oh yeah. It’s in that side table.” I reached for the drawer as she suddenly sat up and blurted out, “Let me get it for you!” But she was too late. I had already opened the drawer to find a slew of different sex toys for solitary use next to bottles of lotion and lube. We both froze as I looked up at her. Linda’s eyes were wide in shock.

“I … umm …” she tried to say something but no words were coming out.

“No need to be embarrassed,” I said consolingly as I grabbed the lotion and shut the drawer. “We all have needs.”

“Yes,” she started shakily. “It’s just been … lonely since my husband passed. But you don’t want to hear about all that. I’m sure you’re grossed out thinking of an old lady getting herself off.”

“Not at all. In fact, I think it’s pretty … hot.” I determined that this was my moment to make a move. “You had to have seen me eyeing those gorgeous legs earlier. I think you’re fucking sexy,” I said as I drew closer to her.

“R-r-really?” she stammered. What had been an incredibly confident well-spoken woman ten minutes ago had suddenly devolved into a self-conscious mouse right before my eyes.

“Oh yes.” I placed a hand on her foot. Apparently the alcohol had given me some additional courage as well. “Honestly, my cock is starting to get hard just thinking about you using all those tools.”

“You’re fucking with me,” she squeaked in disbelief.

“Take a look for yourself,” I said as I stood up. Although not at full attention, there was certainly a noticeable tent that was progressively erecting.

She gasped. “Oh wow,” she whispered under her breath. “I guess you’re not fucking with me.” I nodded smugly before sitting back down.

“Should we continue with the massage?” I asked.

“Oh … um … sure!” She said as she seemed to snap back to reality. “I had honestly completely forgotten what we were doing. Yes, I would still love a massage.”

“Your wish is my command. Get comfortable.”

She lay back as I sat back down and squirted a dollop of lotion into my hands and got to work.

“Oooh. That feels nice. You know, it’s been years since I’ve been touched by a man—not since my husband died actually.”

“Well it’s my privilege then. I’m sure there’s plenty of men who would have loved to touch you since then.”

“Maybe, but I doubt if any of them were hot college guys with big cocks.”

“I think you’d be surprised... And how do you know how big my cock is?”

“Well…” she sounded embarrassed. “A little birdie might have told me a little bit about your first group project session.”

“Oh reallllly?” I teased. “What else did that little birdie tell you?” I asked as I moved on from her feet up to her calves.

“Ahh that feels nice,” she said before taking a moment to consider her response. “She told me that if I played my cards right, we might be able to offer each other the ‘pick-me-up’ we’re both looking for.”

“So is that what you were hoping for tonight? A pick-me-up?” I pressed on mischievously as my hands continued exploring the muscles of her legs and making contact above her knees.

She lifted her head to make eye contact with me. “Oh, very much. You naughty boy.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked as my fingertips slid underneath the hem of her dress and gripped at her thighs.

“For the love of god, don’t you fucking dare,” she answered quickly. “In fact, why don’t I go ahead and flip over so that you can continue your handiwork,” she added with a smirk.

“Be my guest. And you know, I might have a little easier time if you weren’t wearing so many clothes. Just a thought.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to frighten you with this old body,” she said as she stood up and fiddled with the bottom of her dress.

“Oh please. Do I have to beg to see your hot ass? ‘Cause I will, you know.”

“I wouldn’t mind it,” she teased. “Well, if you’re sure.” With that, she pulled her dress up and over her head to reveal a sexy red lacy bra and matching thong. She had prepared for this evening with every intention of showing these off.

I whistled in appreciation. “God, you’re fucking sexy,” I groaned. “If you’re not careful I might skip the rest of the massage and move on to … other things.”

“I might not mind that,” she said with a smile back at me as she lay back down on the couch face down. “Do with me as you please.”

I took the lotion and began working on her hamstrings. A soft, “Mmmm,” escaped her lips as I worked the muscles firmly, though tenderly.

Gradually, I explored further and further to the insides of her thighs, getting closer and closer to her pussy, but without touching. As I manipulated her legs, I had the perfect view of her ass split down the middle by the thin piece of fabric from her bright thong. My cock was at full attention now.

I slid my hands further up past the crease where her butt met her thighs and gripped her lovely cheeks. I had to admire the way that she been able to maintain her body despite her demanding work and schedule. Of course, there was cellulite, stretch marks, and other signs of aging, but I found that they only made her more beautiful.

I kneaded the lotion into her glutes as she groaned. “Ohhhhhh. That feels wonderful. You keep it up and I might have to hire you on full time.”

“I’m happy to serve,” I replied eagerly as my hands grew continuously closer to her most sensitive area. Even though she had already given me the go-ahead to touch her as I wanted, I was still cautious. I thought about reaching down and massaging her pussy, but I chickened out before going too far.

Instead, I stood up and sidled further along the couch where I began working on her back. She groaned again in approval as my fingertips pressed into her low back. All of this intimate contact had done nothing to reduce the erection that had been tenting my pants for quite some time now, and I realized that I was positioned such that Linda would eye-to-eye with my bulge if she turned her head to the side. I hoped that she would.

I progressed intentionally up her back and tried to work on her shoulder blades underneath the clasp of her bra, but I struggled with the limited access.

“Why don’t we just take that off,” she said softly. Just as I reached to do it, she lifted her head and turned to take care of it herself. Suddenly her face was only inches away from the taut fabric of my pants straining against the erection inside.

“Well, hello there!” she exclaimed as a smile broke across her face at the same time as I popped open the clasp of her bra. I enjoyed seeing the lascivious expression on her face as she eyed my crotch. It was as if she was transfixed. “That looks mighty uncomfortable. Mind if I help you out a little?” She glanced up at me with a devilish smile. Her lustful thoughts seemed to have pulled her from any remaining nervousness.

“By all means,” I replied with my own wolfish grin.

She grabbed at the fabric of my sweat pants on each side of my hips and I felt them start to slide down my thigh. Surprisingly, she had also gripped the fabric underneath, and as she lowered my pants, my boxers were coming with them. Her eyes grew wide as she exposed my short-trimmed pubic hair and my waistband reached the base of my cock. But she did not stop.

She kept tugging along as the fabric slid down the length of my shaft while her eyebrows stretched towards her forehead excitedly. Her breath quickened in anticipation. All that was left to expose was my throbbing head. With one final pull, my dick bounced up to hit my abdomen, nearly catching her chin on the way.

Her mouth dropped open as she was left speechless for a moment. Eventually, she whispered, “Oh. My. God.” I enjoyed watching her brain work in overtime as she took in all that was in front of her eyes.

Without warning or waiting for permission, she lifted her hand and wrapped her fingers around the base. “You’re big. Like really big,” she said, almost as if it was just to herself. She inspected it from every angle, holding just a few inches from her eyes. “My husband was probably nearly as long, which I always enjoyed, but not nearly this thick… Good god.”

“You seem to like it,” I observed simply. I had to admit that it never got old seeing women fawn over my dick. My cock throbbed as she gripped it and I wanted nothing more than for her to take it inside her. Mouth, pussy, ass, I didn’t care

“Like it? You’ve basically got me drooling!” she said, laughing. “So my daughter sucked on this big old tool?” she asked teasingly.

“She did,” I replied plainly, unsure where she was taking this.

“Well, you’ll have to tell me if I should be getting lessons from her or the other way around.” Without another moment’s hesitation she took me in her mouth.

“Fuuuuck,” I groaned as her tongue swirled around my head. She knew exactly where to focus her energy to elicit the greatest pleasure. I briefly wondered if such a skill could passed down genetically, considering the similar effect from Becky’s handiwork.

As she took me further into her mouth she sat up to get more comfortable. Her bra fell away from her chest as she lifted her torso. Her moderately sized tits were not unscathed by time and motherhood, but still were quite lovely.

“Can I touch you?” I asked, looking down at her lips halfway down my shaft. She made eye contact with me and nodded without missing a beat, still sucking on my hard member. I bent over and took her breasts in my hands. I felt her inhale sharply around me in her mouth as I savored the feeling of her nipples in my fingers.

She worked me further into her mouth, as if rewarding me for touching her, while her effort intensified. Her hands worked overtime as one fondled my balls and the other worked up and down the exposed bottom half of my shaft. She really was quite good at this.

I straightened back up and let go of her boobs as I allowed myself to succumb to the full sensation of her handiwork. I placed my hands on the back of her head, noticing a few gray hairs mixed in with straight black strands. God, she was making me feel good.

As she continued her masterful work, I felt myself growing closer to the edge of orgasm, but I didn’t want to come yet.

“I want to taste you,” I requested, releasing my hands from the crown of her head.

She nodded again, but did not release me at first. Instead, she finished with a flurry of action as she went into overdrive for a few moments. If she had continued too much longer, I certainly would have come, but luckily she stopped just short and I slid out of her mouth with a nice “pop!”

“You’re very good at that,” I commented. “You almost took me over the edge.”

“Thank you. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a cock in my mouth. I forgot how much I enjoyed it.”

She stood up and I kissed her deeply, taking her face in my hands. Her tongue met my lips before slithering into my mouth. As our tongues danced together I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. She moaned lightly into my mouth.

I pulled away and kissed my way down to her left nipple while I slid my hands down to her ass and gripped her cheeks.

After giving both boobs adequate attention I journeyed down her midriff while I lowered to my knees in front of her.

“Ready?” I asked, reaching for the waistband of her underwear.

“Wait!” she said suddenly, grabbing my hands and looking down at me.

“Everything okay?”

“Well, I have a confession to make…”

I waited patiently for her to continue, a little worried she was having second thoughts about all this.

“Well … I’ve never had someone’s mouth down there before. I’m nervous. My husband was old school and didn’t have any interest. I’m worried you’re going to be grossed out.”

“I understand your hesitancy, but I have to say I’ve never tasted I pussy I didn’t enjoy. I imagine yours will be delicious. If you want to stop though, we can. No pressure.”

She looked down at me thoughtfully for a few moments as she mulled it over. ”Oh why not! I’ve wanted to try it for so long!”

“Wonderful. I’ll take it nice and slow. Don’t worry.”

She smiled and nodded, releasing my hands and allowing me to reach for her waistband again. I gripped the fabric at her hips and pulled down, revealing a tightly trimmed patch of pubic hair and petite pussy lips.

“You’re gorgeous,” I said, planting my lips a couple of inches above her clit and looking up at her. She reddened slightly as I guided her to sit back down on the couch.

Considering her nervousness, I knew to take it slowly. I kissed around her inner thighs and mons pubis while I gently introduced my fingers to her pussy. This elicited a cautious groan, which I took as approval. She was incredibly wet, but I didn’t want to comment on it for fear of her feeling self-conscious.

Once I felt that I had teased her enough, I took one long lick from the bottom of slit up to her clit. She shivered and moaned at the same.

“I was right. You do taste wonderful.”

“You don’t have to say that,” she replied quickly.

“It’s true. I wouldn’t lie. Now lean back and enjoy the ride.”

She finally gave in and said, “I suppose you’re right.” I felt a noticeable shift in her demeanor as she finally relaxed and let her weight fall into the back cushion of the couch.

“Good girl,” I complimented. She giggled and a smile lit up her face. For such a powerful and successful woman, I wondered if there was a bit of a submissive kink in there somewhere.

I moved full steam ahead now and slid her thighs up onto my shoulders while I dove into her pussy with full intention, hoping to repay the oral favor she had given me just minutes ago.

I tongued her pussy and sucked on her lips before finally focusing earnest attention on her clit. Her moans grew louder as her hands found their way to the back of my scalp. I slid a finger into her and stimulated the rough area on the front wall of her vagina, hoping to stimulate her g-spot.

“Oh wow. That feels amazing. Don’t stop,” she panted.

As I swirled my tongue around her clit she pulled my mouth into her with more strength than I would have guessed she possessed. Her moans turned into howls as I started working her pussy with a second finger. It seemed that she was greatly enjoying her first time.

Soon, she was bucking her hips into my mouth as she continued holding me in place with her hands. Her breathing accelerated as she grew louder with each passing minute.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! OOOHHHHHH!” she wailed as my tongue encircled her clitoris again and again and again. Suddenly, she seemed to lose the ability to vocalize as I felt her whole body tense around me, her thighs like a vice around my ears. Her back arched up against the couch when the floodgates of her vocal chords finally reopened and she screamed again. “Aaahhhhhhhhh. HOLY FUCK!”

Abruptly, all of her muscles seemed to go limp at the same time and she collapsed back down to the couch, her legs sliding off my shoulders and her feet reconnecting with the floor.

“Holy shit that felt good!” she exclaimed as her breathing finally started to normalize. “I can’t believe I’ve been missing out for all these years!”

“Always happy to be someone’s first,” I said with a chuckle. She smiled and laughed in response.

“If your tongue can make me feel that good, I can’t wait to find out what your cock can do,” she said with a playful grin. “Why don’t you sit up here on the couch and I’ll go grab something from the bedroom.”

As she got up and sauntered off down the hall I admired her ass as I dropped onto the cushion she had just vacated. I gripped the base of my cock, feeling my heart beat pulse through it. It was aching a bit, ready to finally release.

Linda re-appeared with a foil square in her hand. “Mind if we use protection?” she requested as she dropped to her knees on the floor in between my legs.

“Of course,” I agreed. “Better safe than sorry.”

Before opening the condom though, she took me back into her mouth. This time she pressed me as far into her throat as she could manage. It wasn’t quite as far as Becky could go, but I had to admit that Linda’s tongue game was superior.

“Fuuuuck,” I groaned. “If you keep that up I’m going to come before I ever get inside of you.”

“Well we wouldn’t want that!” she said as she quickly released me from her mouth. She opened up the condom wrapper and quickly began sliding it on over my head and down the shaft. There was something so sexy about watching a woman put a rubber on me.

Once it was applied, she grabbed a bottle of lube from the side table and put some on both of us. I would have guessed that she was plenty wet, but I suppose she knew her body best.

“Ready!?” she asked excitedly as she got up into my lap, her knees on either side of my hips, and my face basically up against her breasts.

“I am if you are!”

“Just one more question,” she said. “Is your phone camera still on?”

“Oh shit! Yes. I totally forgot. I’m so sorry!!” I worried that I had royally fucked up. There was no way that this prestigious doctor wanted any sort of record of her consorting with me. It was pointing right at us on the couch.

“Good. Leave it running as long as you agree to share it with me. I want to be able to watch this back,” she said with a seductive smile. Somehow I felt my dick harden even further at the idea of making a sex tape with Mrs. Nguyen and all I could do was dumbly nod.

She gripped the base of my shaft and added, “Oh, I’m nervous! It’s been so long for me!”

“Just go slow. No pressure,” I reassured her.

“You’re right. You’re right.” She took a deep breath and lifted herself up on her knees. She touched my tip to her wet lips. One more deep breath. And she pushed down onto me, just my head entering her.

Her eyes grew wide. “Oh my! That’s THICK!”

“Nice and slow,” I coached. She nodded and took another deep breath before lowering herself another couple of inches before pausing again. A high pitched yelp escaped her mouth as she seemed to focus on her breathing.

“This is intense,” she panted.

“We can stop if it’s too much.”

“No. It feels amazing. It’s just a lot. I think I’m starting to loosen up though.” She pushed down another couple of inches and squealed again before returning to focus on her breath. “Wow,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

She started to lift herself back up and exhaled. “That’s good,” she said softly. I took her nipple into my mouth as she began to lower her weight again. A louder moan came out this time, but she did not pause until she had reached her previous position. From there, she tried to push herself further down my length, but only made it another inch or so before she had to stop.

“I think that’s as much as I can take,” she said with a frown. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“You feel amazing, and have absolutely nothing to apologize for!” I replied enthusiastically. And it was true, even if she couldn’t take my full length.

“You’re sweet,” she said with a smile. “And holy shit do you feel good inside me.” With that, she lifted herself back up and then lowered down again, this time sliding along much easier than before. I couldn’t help but groan in pleasure as she reached her maximum.

“I should have started fucking my daughter’s friends a long time ago,” Linda said breathily, her eyes closed. “This is incredible.”

She was starting to get into a genuine rhythm now as she sped up her her movement. I reached behind her and grabbed her ass which made her moan and arch her back. “Oh yesss,” she groaned.

After a few more minutes of up and down, she started to grind herself on me forward and backward, stimulating her clit on my pelvis. This really made her go wild as she grew louder and louder. Her hands played with her nipples as her neck tilted her face to the ceiling.

“Oh fuck!” she cried as she started to grind at hyper speed, completely enrapt in her pleasure. It seemed like she was growing closer to another orgasm as each oscillation produced a yelp of delight.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OOOHHHHHHH!” she screamed as she came. I felt her pussy clench around my dick as she forcefully pulled my face into her chest and all her muscles seemed to flex at the same time.

“Fuuuuck,” she groaned after a minute, her breath ragged as her muscles finally started to release and relax. She collapsed into my arms as her chest heaved with each breath. Her vagina continued to pulsate around my cock, but the rhythm progressively slowed.

She kissed my neck sensually from my collarbone up to my ear lobe. “I haven’t felt anything like that in years,” she whispered into my ear. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” I whispered back. And it truly was.

“How do you want me now?” she asked coyly. “On my back? On my knees?”

“I like to see your beautiful face. I want to be on top.” She broke out in a wide smile, lifting off of me with a sigh of pleasure.

We reconfigured into missionary position and I rubbed my condom-covered tip along her slit. She moaned softly again as I entered her, but I was careful not to go too hard to start. I pushed in until I felt the back of her vagina.

“That’s it!” she called out, cautioning me from trying to push any further. I made a mental note of how much of me was inside her, ensuring that would be my limit.

I slid myself back out of her before plunging back in. Fuck, she felt amazing. “Yessss, right there,” she groaned.

“I don’t think I’m going to last too long,” I said, recognizing that familiar tingling feeling at the base of my shaft, letting me know that my orgasm wasn’t far off. I continued thrusting, aware of the pleasurable way that her lips squeezed my shaft with each repetition.

“If you can, let me know when you’re close. A … umm … little birdie might have told me how good your cum tastes. I’d like to find out for myself.” Her face reddened at this, but I could see the desire in her eyes regardless of any embarrassment.

I nodded as I started to feel the signature tightness in my balls grow while I continued pounding into her. “I’m gonna come,” I breathed, pulling out fully.

“Take that condom off and bring that big dick up here,” she ordered. It took me a second to realize that she wanted me to stand on the couch with my penis in her face. I hopped up as soon as I understood. She ripped the rubber off and had me in her mouth before I could even think.

“Fuuuuuck,” I groaned as her left hand massaged my balls and her right hand deftly pumped the section of my shaft that wasn’t inside her. It felt incredible.

“Fuck. I’m gonna come.”

She just looked up at me and nodded, my dick still halfway down her throat. With two more strokes, my orgasm overwhelmed me and I couldn’t hold it off any longer. I exploded into her mouth, hot streams of cum ejecting down her throat, my cock pulsing with each blast.

She took the first three spurts like a pro, but by the time I released the fourth one, she started to gag on it. Dribbles of semen escaped her lips around my dick as her eyes watered, but to her credit she never pushed me out of her mouth.

As my release slowed, she returned to sucking on me, apparently intent on extracting every last drop. I closed my eyes as the relief of my orgasm started to fade away.

Growing flaccid in her mouth, she gave me one final lick and then let go. I looked down to see her chin and tits covered with the cum that had leaked from her mouth. She wore a devilish smile.

“Becky was right. You do taste quite good.”

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Chapter 9.2: Brit’s Bad Intentions pt 2

Before the door had even fully closed to the elevator, Brit was unbuttoning my pants and gripping my cock. “I knew you’d be hard again. I need you back inside me,” she whined as she pulled her dress up over her ass again and bent over.

Not needing any further encouragement, I slid into her with a groan. I knew that we risked someone else joining us on the elevator, but I just didn’t care.

Suddenly though, the elevator dinged and the doors opened at the fourth floor. Brit shot upright and pushed me up against the back wall, my cock still firmly lodged inside her. Three of our players got on as they looked at us and immediately started giggling. I noticed that their hair was wet and they were wrapped only in towels as I read the sign on the wall noting that the hotel pool and hot tub were accessed through the fourth floor.

“You coaches having a good night?” one of them asked as the women all failed to stifle a laugh.

I thought that Brit was embarrassed by the situation that we found ourselves in, but as I should have started to expect, she was still full of surprises: “Fuck yes! Take a look!”

She bent over again and grabbed one of the handrails in the elevator as she slid down my length and then slammed her ass back into me.

“Oh damn! You weren’t kidding!” Kenzie said. She was a petite sophomore attacker with blonde hair and small boobs, but a nice ass.

“Shit! I knew Coach Andy was packing, but I’m impressed!” exclaimed Miriam, a tall freshman midfielder with dark curly hair and tanned Arabic features.

“Fuck, Coach Brit. I wouldn’t be wasting any time if I had access to that cock, either. I call ‘next!’” That was Callie. She had seen up my shorts at one point and then jerked me off on one of our flights. Callie was a tall beautiful senior defender with golden hair. She was extraordinarily fit with a lovely rack and a toned ass. If she did call “next,” I would certainly be a happy man.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. One incredibly hot woman bounced on my dick while three others wantonly watched while nearly naked. It was too good to be true.

I tried to savor the moment as much as possible until the elevator dinged again, this time on the eleventh floor, one short of ours.

“This is us,” Callie said, though all three watched us for another moment before pulling themselves away and down the hall towards their room.

Even though we had only one floor to go, this gave Brit a renewed sense of vigor. She gripped the hand rail harder and used it to slam herself into me with as much velocity as she could muster in the 15 seconds between floors.

When the elevator dinged again, she reluctantly slid off of me and grabbed my dick by the hand as she started to parade down the hall. Anyone who happened to open their door or look out their peep hole would see my naked penis being dragged down the hallway, my pants hanging onto my thighs uncomfortably, and Brit’s dress hiked up around her belly as she led us towards our room.

We had barely crossed the threshold and closed the door behind us before Brit was on her knees sucking my cock again. This girl was wild. But I was not going to be one complaining.

With all the stimulation of the last few minutes as well as the leftover excitement from dancing with Savannah back at the club, I was primed to blow. Brit sucked on my tip as she stroked my shaft and massaged my balls.

“Damn, we taste fucking goooood,” she commented in between slurps.

Previous experience had shown me that I seemed to have a remarkable ability to come over and over in a single night, but even I was surprised how quickly she was able to bring me back to climax.

Soon enough, I was gasping, “I’m gonna come,” as fair warning. She took my member out of her mouth and continued pumping her hand along my length.

“Come on my face,” she ordered with a naughty smile.

Looking down at her eager grin awaiting my next load was too much to bear. My next orgasm surged up and my cum quickly began blasting all over her lovely face. She opened her mouth to catch some as it hit her tongue and she greedily swallowed it down.

Once I finished unloading she licked her lips and enthusiastically said, “Wow! That’s a lot of cum for your fourth round of the day! I worried that I was starting to drain your balls, but I guess I don’t have to be concerned about that!”

“Yeah, I can’t say I’ve ever run out,” I replied a little sheepishly as she stood up.

“I think we should shower next,” she said giggling as she smeared my cum across her face.

“Good idea.”

“Why don’t you hop in there and I’ll join you in a minute,” she said with a mischievous look that made me wonder if she was up to something.

I finished disrobing as soon as I got into the bathroom and started warming up the shower for us before getting in. The warm water felt life-giving as it washed away the sweat from the active night of dancing and the stickiness of our enjoyable escapades. I fell into a stupor as I let the water run down my chest.

“Well this is fun” I heard as I suddenly felt a pair of tits up pressed against my back and a hand wrapping around my soft cock. I hadn’t even heard Brit come in.

I immediately started getting hard again. In addition to apparently having an endless supply of cum, I was blessed with a rather short refractory period.

“Well, hello again!” Brit said excitedly to my growing member. “That’s something special you’ve got there! It would be a shame to let it go to waste, why don’t we switch spots so you can fuck me and I can wash my face.”

I gladly acquiesced as we switched positions. I realized that it was the first time that we were actually naked together. I had seen her naked when she was changing earlier, but all of our previous moments of contact had included someone partly clothed. Feeling her fully bare skin against mine was electric.

For yet another time tonight, I easily slipped into her pussy as I slid my hands around to the front of her torso and grabbed at her wonderful tits.

We both groaned as my full length sunk in. I just enjoyed the feeling of having my cock deep inside of her and decided not to thrust for now. Brit sighed as she reached for her various bathroom products to wash her face and then her hair.

Eventually, we realized that we would actually have to detach in order to get fully clean. I grabbed the body wash and took my time scrubbing her down first, enjoying the teasing touches, pinches, and squeezes that I was able to incorporate. Her pussy and the inside of her legs were filthy with stickiness that I appreciated getting to gently wash away.

Then it was my turn. She also took her time washing me down and let her hands explore every nook and cranny of my body. As she finished, she pushed me down onto the shower bench and dropper to her knees. I enjoyed the feeling of the warm shower water hitting my chest as she fondled my dick and balls.

“I think this needs a little extra cleaning. Why don’t you close your eyes and just enjoy.”

I did as she suggested and settled down onto the bench with my eyes shut. There was a moment of pause and a brief sound of movement—I assumed she was just getting more comfortable— before I felt her lips on the head of my cock again. She took me into her mouth and used her tongue to dance around my glans and the underside of my shaft. It felt intoxicating.

After a few minutes of this, she released me from her mouth and said, “God, you’re delicious. I could suck on this cock all night. And I honestly just might.” I kept my eyes closed as I continued to savor what she was offering me. Soon, I felt my balls start to tighten as another orgasm felt imminent.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come again,” I growled. She released me from her mouth but continued pumping my cock with her hand.

“Come on me again, Andy,” she gracefully directed. I imagined my cock hovering over her face or her tits as my climax surged. I began blasting my cum all over her, my chest rapidly expanding and contracting with shallow breaths.

As my cock stopped throbbing in her hand, I gradually opened my eyes.

“HOLY SHIT!” I screamed in surprise, not quite projecting the most masculine version of myself.

I looked down to see not just Brit’s tits covered in my cum, but Callie’s as well. It was Callie that was on her knees holding my cock next to Brit, and if I had to guess, it had been Callie that was sucking on me for the second half of this blow job.

The women both cracked up laughing at my shock as Callie seductively teased, “I told you I called next.”

“Wait. What? When did this happen?” I asked incredulously.

“Oh, she’s done the lion’s share of the work for this last one. Isn’t she good at it?” Brit asked, encouragingly.

“She really is … but how would you know?” I asked.

“Let’s just say you’re not the first guy I’ve seen Callie work her handiwork with,” Brit replied with a sneaky grin.

“And hopefully not the last!” Callie added as she wiped some cum off her glorious bare tits and tasted it. “Mmmm. That’s good. But should we finish getting cleaned up and head out to the bedroom?” she suggested.

As she stood up, I got my first look at her naked body. Callie was nearly my height and fit as could be. Everywhere you looked on her body you could see toned muscle lines that were incredibly attractive. Despite this, she had perfect pert tits with medium-sized areoles around pointed nipples. Following her abs down to her crotch, she had a tiny strip of barely-visible blonde hair above her clit.

As they slid under the water and begin cleaning up, I had to ask, “How did this even happen? I didn’t even hear you come in!”

Brit answered, “Well, I got an idea when we were in the elevator, so while you were warming up the shower, I texted Callie here. I left the door bolted and told her to give us 20 minutes before coming in. I promised a lovely surprise if she could make it in silently. When I was able to sneak up on you earlier, I knew we had you.”

“And you certainly did not disappoint!” Callie exclaimed, scrubbing the last of the cum off her chest.

“Damn, well done,” I said, impressed.

*******

After we finished cleaning up and drying off, we made our way to the bed. Brit teased, “Now you’ve had TWO orgasms since I last came. You owe me! And I think you owe Callie, too!”

“I can’t argue that. How do you suggest I repay you both?”

“Just go ahead and lie on your back. I’m sure we’ll think of something,” Brit ordered as Callie giggled.

Although this was not the first instance I had been put in this position, it was exciting each and every time. As I lay back, I heard the two of them conspiratorially whispering.

“Go ahead and close your eyes again,” Callie instructed. “We liked getting to surprise you.”

“Well that works out, because I like being surprised,” I replied as I shut my eyes and waiting in anticipation.

A few moments passed before I felt them each crawl up onto the bed to join me. Knees bumped up against the sides of my hips as I felt someone’s wet pussy start grinding up and down my length. I couldn’t yet tell which of them it was, but my dick didn’t care—it was quickly re-filling with blood again.

Then, I felt the other one’s thighs bumping my ears as I could smell the body wash we were just using with a trace of her own musk emanating from her vagina. Without delay, pussy lips were pressing up against my own lips.

Instinct took over as I start exploring her vulva with my tongue. The faint taste of my own cum gave away that I was licking Brit’s pussy as Callie was sliding along my shaft, although the identities of the pussies that were riding me were honestly not at the front of mind.

I nibbled on her exposed inner lips and kissed the inside of her thighs, but the weight she was pushing down on me let me know what she wanted. I wanted to tease her a little bit longer.

Meanwhile, I felt Callie grab the base of my shaft and lift herself up before sliding onto my tip and starting to sink down.

“WOW that’s big!” she exclaimed as paused for a moment, her vagina adjusting to my size.

“I know! Doesn’t he feel amazing?!“ Brit replied. I began sucking on her clit in earnest, rewarding her for the compliment. “Oh yeah … right there,” she groaned.

As Callie took my entire length into her pussy, I could feel the walls of her vagina gripping my shaft from the base all the way to the head. It felt spectacular.

“Fuuckkkkkk,” she moaned as she rolled up to the balls of her feet and began bouncing on me more aggressively. The bed creaked with our movements and my tongue rolled along Brit’s clit in time with Callie’s oscillations.

I felt Callie and Brit both lean forward towards each other, and though I couldn’t see it, I thought I heard the sound of them kissing. I wondered how often they had done this sort of thing—I was clearly not the first man they had shared together. Not that I cared.

With each of Callie’s bounces on me and with every passing minute of attention on Brit’s clit, their moans grew progressively louder. Their riding grew more and more erratic to the point that they had to detach from one another and go at their own rhythm.

Callie was first to get close to her climax. I felt her hands grip onto my abdomen and chest as she yipped in pleasure with each drop down onto my cock. She had sped up to the point that these were coming fast and furious now.

“OhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH,” she moaned as her orgasm hit her. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuck” she growled as she pushed her weight down on me one final time. She threw herself back so that her hands were now on my knees as she writhed on top of me. I felt her nails dig into my skin as passion overwhelmed her.

Meanwhile, Brit cheered her on: “Fuck yeah! Use that dick for your pleasure! Get it girl!”

Just as I started to hear Callie’s breath slow, Brit began to pant on top of me amidst howls of pleasure. She was grinding me so hard now that I felt like my lips and chin were starting to chafe from her gyration.

Suddenly, Brit collapsed forward onto me as her orgasm hit her like a freight train.

“Fuuuuuuuckkkkkk!” she cried. I could feel her pussy clenching and releasing with pulsations of her climax. Her grinding had halted abruptly and her head had landed on my lower abdomen, inches from my cock resting inside Callie’s pussy.

“Unnggggggg,” Brit whined as the intensity of her sensations slowly abated and she rolled off of me. Meanwhile, Callie slid off my still-hard penis as it bounced up to hit my stomach with a thud.

“Fuck, that’s good dick,” Callie said proudly. “I mean, I’ve imagined it since our mile high fun, but it’s even better than I pictured.” She shivered.

“He’s still hard. What should we do with him?” Brit asked mischievously, looking down at me when she had finally calmed down from her orgasm.

“I think he owes you at least one more fuck,” Callie suggested.

“Oh I very much agree,” Brit nodded. “You up for that, big boy?”

“Definitely. I want you on your back,” I replied.

“Look who’s taking charge now,” Callie said with a smile as Brit flipped over and I got up. “I like it.”

“Good, because I’m putting you in charge of her clit,” I ordered. Dropping my feet to the floor of our hotel room, I grabbed Brit’s legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Callie slid up next to her and reached for Brit’s crotch.

“Put it in. Beat that pussy up and make her scream,” Callie instructed as I teased Brit’s hole with my purpled head. Needing no further instruction, I plunged in.

“Ohhhh,” Brit gasped as I entered her for yet another time tonight. “It feels fucking good every time,” she said.

“Yes, it certainly does,” I agreed as I took a moment to savor the feeling of Brit pussy grabbing onto the full length of my shaft.

Callie was on her knees next to Brit as she reached down to toy with Brit’s clit. Brit instinctually reached up to slap Callie’s ass while I slowly started sliding myself in and out.

“I think you deserve another round as well,” Brit said to Callie. “Why don’t you bring that pretty pussy over here.”

“I like that idea,” Callie replied with a smile as she lifted her leg up and over Brit’s head while lowering herself onto Brit’s waiting mouth. “Yessss. You know I love that tongue!” Callie squealed as she began grinding on Brit’s face. She hadn’t forgotten her charge though—after a couple of teasing squeezes of Brit’s tits, she walked her hands along Brit’s torso until they found Brit’s clit again.

I could hear Brit moan into Callie’s pussy, which in turn made Callie groan and start working Brit’s clit even harder. To match, I increased the force with which I was pounding into Brit’s pussy. In her excitement, Brit reached up and smacked Callie’s ass, making her yelp.

As I continued slamming entire length into Brit, I took a moment to look down and appreciate what I had the privilege of experiencing: Two gorgeous women intertwined in satisfied pleasure. My cock slid in and out of Brit’s slippery hole as it gripped my shaft. God was smiling down on me.

“Ohhhh goddddd,” Callie suddenly whined as her head fell limp onto Brit’s stomach. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she chanted as her breath progressively shallowed. Her attention to Brit’s clit had slowed as her attention was diverted.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. FUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK!” Callie yelled as another orgasm overcame her. She trembled as she rode Brit’s face, twitching with each little wave of pleasure that hit her.

I slowed my rhythm in order to make sure they had the time and attention they needed to give Callie the best possible climax, but I continued plunging into Brit’s depths at regular intervals.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Callie groaned again. For a moment, I worried that had become the extent of her vocabulary until she added, “That was fucking extraordinary.”

She rolled off of Brit with one more twitch of pleasure and said, “It’s your turn now, Brit. Let’s get you over the edge.”

“Yes pleaaasse. I’ve been waaaiiiting,” Brit sang. “Andy, fucking pound me,” she ordered.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied. I gripped her thighs again for leverage and slammed into her with all the force I could muster.

“Uhhnnnnngggggg,” she moaned as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Callie had recovered enough to refocus her energy on Brit’s clit as she aggressively rubbed back and forth while sucking on Brit’s right tit.

I summoned my strength as I pounded into her like a jackhammer.

“Fuck yes. Ruin her,” Callie encouraged. “I want to see her walking side to side tomorrow.”

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes, right there! Oh Oh!” she moaned as she squeezed both of her own boobs. Her eyes closed tight and drool slid out the corner of her mouth.

“OH OH OH! OHHHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed. Brit’s orgasm exploded through her as she grabbed onto Callie for support and her legs wrapped around me to pull me into her pussy as deeply as possible. Her head curled back and she fell mute as I could feel the walls of her vagina pulsating around my cock. Callie continued teasing Brit’s clit until she couldn’t take it anymore. I probably could have willed myself to come with her, but I wasn’t quite ready yet.

“HOOOLLLLY FUUUUUUCKKKK!” Brit gasped once she had regained speech, one final shudder ripping through her nervous system. “That was fucking intense,” she said through halting breaths. “Holy fuck. Oh I can still feel it!” she added with a shiver as I flexed my cock inside her pussy one more time.

“Should I continue?” I asked, unsure of what was next.

“Fuck no. I never ever thought I would say this, but I’ve maxed out. My pussy can’t take anymore tonight,” Brit said in disbelief at herself.

“I want him to come on our faces again. That was fun!” Callie said excitedly. as she slid off the bed and onto her knees in front of me, hungrily taking me back into her mouth. “Oh! You guys taste gooood! But I guess I already knew that.”

“That sounds like the perfect ending to the night!” Brit agreed, joining her on the floor.

Letting my dick pop out of her mouth, Callie suddenly said, “Wait! Let me grab something!” Brit eagerly took over as I watched Callie scuttle over to grab her phone from atop the towel she must have worn on her way up here. There were none of her clothes in sight.

She brought it back and handed it to me as she took her place back on her knees. “Will you take my picture? I need some proof for my spank bank,” she said with a giggle.

“Oh … umm .. sure,” I replied. I had never been asked that before, but God did it turn me on once I realized what she wanted.

Brit relinquished my cock as Callie placed it on her tongue and indicated that I should be photographing. She had the sound on so she could tell whenever I snapped a picture. “Keep going,” she ordered as she set my cock on her face. It stretched from her chin all the way to her forehead. I followed her instruction as I took photo after photo while she took me back into her mouth and started sucking on me in earnest. Part of me wondered what would happen if these pictures of my dick got out somewhere, but I figured there couldn’t be too much harm in it.

Brit entered the frame as she dropped underneath to suck on my balls before sliding her tongue along my shaft.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I groaned as I continuing snapping away.

“My turn,” Brit announced, grabbing me out of Callie’s mouth. She also posed with my dick in various positions around her mouth before taking me in and sucking away. Photo after photo were saved on the phone. Callie took over sucking on my balls, and I knew that was going to send me over the edge soon.

“Goddamn. I’m gonna come,” I warned.

Brit released me from her mouth as I suddenly felt three hands along my shaft and one massaging my balls. They pointed my dick at their faces as they looked up at me and the camera excitedly.

“Switch to a video,” Callie requested as she continued pumping with Brit.

I did so, and watching them through the phone wolfishly stroking my cock and waiting for my cum was too much.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” I groaned as my orgasm exploded inside of me and I started erupting all over their beautiful faces. With each twitch of my cock, stream after stream of semen painted them white from their chins to their open mouths, to their lovely eyes, and even their hair. And my masterpiece all caught on camera.

When I had unleashed all I had to offer, I turned off the video and went to set the phone down, but Callie objected, “Wait! A few more pictures!”

I began snapping away again they posed with my still-mostly-hard dick balanced in between their cum-covered faces. They had me take pictures of them kissing it, kissing each other, licking cum off of one another, and rubbing it on each other like face cream. It was truly a sight to behold.

After the photo shoot was finished and my cock had gone soft, they suggested I lay down in the bed while they cleaned up in the bathroom.

*******

The next thing I knew, I heard Brit yelling, “FUCK! WE’RE LATE!” as she sprinted around the hotel room collecting her things.

I looked at the clock and confirmed that she was right. While they were in the bathroom last night, I must have drifted off, and Callie must have gone back to her own room when they were done. I had hoped for a little morning-after action, but that was not in the cards.

We rushed around and were the last ones on the bus again. My heart rate didn’t calm down until we were finally in our seats on the plane and awaiting take-off. I was in the window with two random passengers when I felt my phone buzz.

It was from Callie: “Something to remember me by. Can’t wait to do it again 😈”

Before I could reply, the video of me coming on their faces showed up on my screen. Embarrassed and worried that the other people in my row might have seen it, I quickly flipped my phone over. I peeked over to see if they noticed, but they were absorbed in their own devices.

I couldn’t help but wonder if I had time to sneak off to the lavatory to enjoy it in peace.

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Chapter 9.1: Brit’s Bad Intentions pt 1

We beat Clemson handily, taking the lead within the first minute and never looking back. Honestly, we didn’t even play our best, but they were just a much worse team. Brit had been pawing at me all afternoon when she thought she could sneak it in. At team dinner I asked her what the plan was for tonight, figuring that she was going to have us stay in and have fun.

“We’re going dancing with the girls!”

“Sounds like fun!” I answered, trying to hide my surprise.

“Let’s go get ready,” she said hastily, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the elevator. As soon as we were inside, she started grabbing at my crotch, reaching into my waistband and rubbing my member inside my pants.

When we got into our room, she pushed me onto the edge of the bed and dropped to her knees, yanking my pants and boxers off in one smooth motion. My cock was already hard and it bounced back up to attention. “We’re lucky we didn’t play a very good team today, because this was all I could think about. If we had needed to make any defensive adjustments, we would have been fucked.”

She quickly took it in her mouth, closed her eyes, and seemed to be savoring its taste as she sucked. Her hands reached up under her shirt as she groped at her own tit. After a moment of this, she released me from her mouth. Looking up at me, she demanded, “I need this cock in my pussy right fucking now.”

She immediately hopped up on the bed, got on her hands and knees, and pulled her skirt up over her ass. I had to admit that she had me on edge as well with all the touching and teasing throughout the day, but I had to do my due diligence. “Do we need a—“

“I’ve got an IUD and I’m clean. I just need you to fuck me and give me that cum,” she ordered shortly.

I wasn’t going to keep her waiting. I jumped up on the bed and lined myself up behind her. I touched my tip up against her pussy lips, and before I could even consider teasing her, she pushed her ass back towards me and slid onto my cock.

“Yessssssss. Fuck yesssss. You feel so much bigger and better than my dildos,” she groaned once I was fully in. Her pussy felt incredible as I felt her lips gripping the base of my dick. “I’ve been teasing myself all day, I’m so close to coming. Take me over the edge, already,” she begged, rocking her hips forward and sliding down my shaft.

As much as I enjoyed watching her do the work, I couldn’t help but get into the action. I grabbed her hips and helped slide myself out of her until we both changed direction and effectively plunged my cock back into her slippery hole, her meaty cheeks bouncing against me. She quickly pulled off her shirt as we found our rhythm. The bra followed soon after. Even though she still had her skirt wrapped around her hips, I was struck by how sexy show looked from the back.

“Goddddd,” I moaned. “You feel so fucking good!”

“Pound my pussy, Andy. Make me come and fill me up!”

Now, there were no pauses. Our bodies began working in tandem in perfect opposite motion. My cock was like a piston rapidly oscillating in and out of her vagina, each thrust eliciting louder and louder yelps of pleasure from both of us.

It only took a couple of minutes until Brit’s long-awaited orgasm overcame her. She threw herself back into me, forcing my cock as deep into her as physically possible while her back and neck arched.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” she screamed, her pussy contracting and relaxing around my cock.

But she was’t going to stop until she had my seed inside of her. Not waiting for her orgasm to subside, she quickly returned to bouncing on my dick and I knew it wasn’t going to be long until I joined her in ecstasy.

Three thrusts later my cock was throbbing. I sank myself as deep into her as I could possibly go and unloaded my cum into her pussy.

“Yessss. Give me your load you filthy boy!” she exclaimed with a giggle as spurt after spurt of my semen filled her up.

All of the afternoon’s teasing caught up with me, the climax serving as a long-awaited liberation. It was like my entire consciousness was connected to my exploding member as I unleashed inside of her, giving me a sense of relief that emanated throughout my whole being. “Fuuuuuuck,” I growled, my nerves tingling from the sensation.

Once my cock had eventually stopped pulsing, I slid out of her and she fell forward onto the bed before rolling onto her back, her skirt casually draped across her hips. I got my first good look at her fully shaved pussy, her minimally extended inner lips, her engorged clit, and the beautiful pierced tits I had seen after dinner a couple weeks ago.

“Goddamn, you’re sexy from the front AND the back!” I said honestly.

I was surprised that the boisterous and loud Brit actually blushed.

“Wow. Thanks,” she replied with a big smile, her cheeks red. For a moment I wondered if her typical volume was covering up a deeper sense of insecurity. But then she added, “I knew my juicy ass could get you to come in a hurry.” My hypothesis wavered.

“Well if I remember correctly it was my prodigious member that got you to come first,” I replied smugly.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever. Let’s get ready to go out,” she snapped back with an eye roll as she got up and wiggled off her skirt. I couldn’t help but stare at the beauty of her body with ample tits and ass, as well as a cute freckled face framed by shiny blonde hair. She was a knockout.

“Hurry up! We’re heading over to the other ladies’ room in less than five minutes,” she ordered, snapping me out of it.

“Oh yeah,” I said, scrambling for my bag as she pulled a sexy blue dress out of hers.

“I dare you to join me and go commando tonight,” she said with sneaky grin while I rummaged around in my bag for my clothes.

“Aren’t you going to leak a little?” I asked quizzically.

“That’s the point,” she replied, keeping her mischievous smile.

“Oh, you’re bad,” I chuckled, pulling out my pants and sliding them on over my still-sticky cock before pulling on a shirt.

Meanwhile, I watched Brit tug on a blue dress that accented her body in all the right places. The dress showed off her ample cleavage and made her booty pop even more than normal. It was entrancing and I couldn’t believe that this beautiful woman was actually interested in me, even if it was just for what I had in my drawers.

“Ready?” she asked after she touched up her makeup and brushed her golden locks. I nodded as we walked out the door.

As soon as we entered Savannah’s and Jenny’s room, the other women immediately started harassing us. “You two sure took your time!” Erin teased. “We’ve already got shots lined up!”

Brit and I just smiled in response as we grabbed our shots and lifted them up to cheers. This was enough to get the other three moving in the right direction as we downed them and sat with a pack of hard seltzers. All three of the other women were dressed in equally flattering outfits. All wearing sexy high heels that imagined couldn’t be too comfortable for dancing, but helped to show off their toned legs wonderfully.

As we were finishing off our drinks, Erin said, “Hey, Brit, you’ve got something on your leg.”

“Oh. Whoops,” Brit said nonchalantly. Knowing what was on her leg, I thought that she would reach for a tissue, but instead she just took her finger and ran it along the inside of her thigh, brought it up to her mouth, and started sucking on it.

“That’s fucking nasty!” Savannah said, shaking her head.

“Did you guys just fuck?!” Erin asked excitedly. Brit just nodded her head while her finger was still in her mouth.

“How is he? Good as he looks? Jenny won’t tell me anything!” she spewed out in quick succession as if I wasn’t even there.

Removing her finger from her mouth, Brit replied smugly, “You’ll have to wait your turn to find out.”

“Oh fuck you! Slut!” Erin retorted as the rest of us started laughing. “Let’s go dance, already,” she added, dramatically rolling her eyes.

The rest of us tipped back our drinks to finish them off and then followed Erin out of the room. She had found a popular club in the area and we were soon bumping along to the music. I sometimes wondered what others thought of our crew—a young dude with four gorgeous women ranging in age.

As had become our norm, I enjoyed dancing with them all at different times, although Brit was especially handsy when she was grinding up on my crotch. Multiple times I noticed that she left behind wet spots on my pants and I could only imagine how much of my cum was still leaking down her legs. It turned me on to consider it.

After a couple songs of particularly aggressive contact, Brit said in my ear, “Follow me.” The last time this had happened earlier this morning very good things happened, so I was excited about wherever we were going. I saw her say something to Savannah, but couldn’t hear it as she pulled on my hand towards the exit.

As soon as we were outside, I wondered if we were heading back to the hotel or if she just needed a breather, but she didn’t turn to let me in on her plan. Instead, she just kept walking away from the club’s entrance until we turned down a a little alleyway. As soon as we were out of the street light, she finally spun around.

Before I could even ask what was going on, her lips were up against mine and her tongue was halfway down my throat. Despite being rather intense, it felt good. Her hand quickly reached down to my crotch again and she grabbed at my member through my pants.

I let my hands explore as well and soon enough they were each grabbing at a handful of ass. Knowing no one could see us, I pulled up her dress enough that I could touch her skin directly. Her butt was a perfect balance of soft tissue and firm muscle. I couldn’t wait to explore more later. Meanwhile, she had undone my pants and was stroking me furiously.

Suddenly, she pulled her lips away from mine and looked up at me. “I need that dick back in me right now,” she requested with an avid hunger in her eyes.

She turned around and grabbed onto the exposed brick of one of the buildings framing the alleyway. I lifted her dress up a little higher and pressed my cock up against her pussy while grabbing her hips. Not interested in wasting any time, I immediately plunged in.

Between the cum I had deposited earlier and her own horny juices, I easily slid right into her sopping wet hole.

“Goddddddd,” she groaned. “I just want to LIVE with your dick inside me.”

“Perhaps that can be arranged,” I whispered in her ear as I pulled out and slammed back into her.

I began rhythmically sliding out and thrusting back in as her attempt to stifle her moans failed more and more by the minute. I was sure someone would find us back here and we’d be busted. But I didn’t care.

I wandered my right hand around to the front of her bare pussy and started rubbing her sticky clit. “JESUS!” she wailed as my fingers encircled her nub to the beat of my forceful strokes.

My left hand glided along her obliques until I found her boob. I grasped at her from outside of the dress while I continued my assault on her pussy from behind and her clit from the front. She was howling so loudly, I could not believe that no one had come to check what the commotion was. I thought about stopping so that I might be able to get her to quiet down, but I was right on the precipice of climax.

Suddenly, her moaning abruptly stopped and she breathily panted, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m. Gonna. Commmmmmmmme.”

Her back arched up into me again as I continued my thrusting. She groaned in ecstasy while I could feel her vagina pulsating around my cock. It was enough to send me over the edge as my orgasm hit me and I pulled her close. My cock spasmed as I ejected another round of cum into her throbbing pussy. She reached down between her legs to massage my balls as I released, which only made it all the more intense.

The aftershocks of my climax slowly ebbing away, my cock stopped twitching inside her and I pulled out.

“Ugh. I wish you could leave it in forever. You make me feel so fucking good!” She turned to kiss me again as she started to fix her dress. After spending a couple minutes making out, she pulled away and she started licking her hand. It was absolutely covered in cum and I suddenly understood why her hands had been down “fixing her dress” for so long.

“And you taste delicious too. I almost had you pull out and come on face, but I wanted to keep you inside me as long as possible.” She grinned as she slurped down the sticky white substance on each of her fingers.

“Should we get back?” she asked once she had finished her preening. I just smiled and grabbed her sticky hands as we made our way back into the club where we found the other three sitting in a corner that was a little quieter than the rest of the space.

“I don’t even WANT to know where you two have been!” Savannah said as plopped down next to them.

Brit couldn’t help but snap back, “Well, I’m going to tell you anyway. We were fucking in the alley outside! And now his cum is running down my leg again!”

Savannah just slammed her palm against her forehead as Erin rolled her eyes and gave Brit the middle finger. Jenny had a silly grin on her face as she conspiratorially asked, “Isn’t he good? God, I’ve been thinking about last Saturday all fucking week. I’ve probably come two dozen times just thinking about him.” She looked over and gave me a wink. “Can’t wait until it’s my turn again.”

“We did have a great time,” I said dreamily, recalling my night with Jenny a week ago.

“Well, he’s mine tonight,” Brit said smugly, almost with a tinge of jealousy in her voice. “And I’m going to make him come at least two more times.”

“Good girl. I’m sure he’ll deserve it for the ways he’s going to take care of you, too,” Jenny replied plainly. I couldn’t tell if there was some sort of rivalry or competition between the two women, but there was certainly some bite in each of their tone.

Sensing my discomfort in between the two of them, Savannah interceded and asked me, “Hey Andy, want to go dance?”

I nodded enthusiastically, wanting to let Brit and Jenny figure out whatever needed to deal with. I popped up and grabbed Savannah’s hand eagerly. She looked incredibly sexy in a tiny skirt and rather revealing crop top that showed off the perfect amount of cleavage. I was honestly amazed that she didn’t have guys hanging all over her anytime we went out.

Before we got to the dance “You know, you don’t have to do whatever Brit says. Or whatever any of us say, really. If you’re uncomfortable, you can ask any of us to stop and we will in a heartbeat.”

“Thanks for looking out for me, but I’m feeling fine so far. Whatever that was back there between Jenny and Brit was odd, but otherwise I’m having a great time with you all. Maybe this is too frank, but I can’t wait to share a room with you again, too.”

She blushed as she looked away. “Calm down, mister. I haven’t even decided what I want. You may get no more than you got last time,” she said teasingly, sticking out her tongue.

“Alright, alright, alright. Fair enough. Now, let’s dance.”

I pulled her onto the dance floor and we immediately found the rhythm of the Latin beat that was guiding us along. Whereas I was usually gyrating more generically with the other three women, with Savannah I felt like we could actually dance as our bodies moved in beautiful synchronicity. My hands swept across her body through each of our moves and I grew hard again, feeling so connected with her.

By the end of the song, we were both breathing hard. “I’m sure Brit will be excited to know that thing is good to go again,” Savannah said as nodded down at my crotch.

“Uhh … yeah. I’m sure she will,” I replied, slightly embarrassed.

As we saw Brit heading for us, Savannah whispered to me, “Don’t be shy. You’ve got me wet, too.”

“Ready to go, lover boy? We’ve got some more fucking to do!” Brit said enthusiastically. “Mind if I steal him, Sav?”

“He’s all yours,” Savannah replied plainly. “Treat him well.”

“Don’t you worry. By the time he gets back on that bus tomorrow his brain is going to be scrambled eggs from what I’m going to do to him.”

The Lacrosse Team Story Hub

Chapter 8: The Jenny Treatment

Bad news. I met with my team’s physical therapist again the Monday after the women’s team’s game again Notre Dame. She said that my recovery was still going slower than they would have liked or predicted. If there wasn’t significant change in the next week, it started to look unlikely that it would be worth returning to play this season at all. To say that I was shocked would be an understatement. I hadn’t even entertained that option as a possibility.

At practice that afternoon, Savannah pulled me aside: “Hey, you seem off today. What’s up? I thought you would be riding high after the fun I heard you got to have on Saturday night with Jenny. What’s the deal?”

I filled her in on my meeting with the PT.

“Well, maybe that’s not so bad. I know you had mentioned staying here for graduate school, and since you never even got to play in a game this year, I don’t think it would count against your eligibility. Could you play the first year of your masters program?”

I was honestly surprised at her encouragement. Even though our relationship had certainly improved since I first met her, she hadn’t really ever given off “warm and fuzzy” vibes.

“Actually, I hadn’t really,” I said, starting to perk up.

“I don’t know if the rules are different on the men’s side since it’s technically a club team, but I bet you’d be in the clear. And I think as long as my dad knows that you’re working hard to get back to form, he’ll be glad to have you for another year.”

Amidst everything that had happened over the last month, I had truly forgotten that Savannah’s father was also my head coach. I wondered if I needed to worry about him finding out about the changes in my relationship with her … I decided it wasn’t something to trouble myself with right now.

“Wow. yeah, I forgot that might be an option,” I replied honestly. “I feel a lot better. Thanks for the pep talk,” I said smiling.

“Of course! The least I could do since you took such good care of my girl, Jenny, the other night. She couldn’t stop raving about you!”

I blushed as she said this. I had honestly been surprised that none of them (especially Brit) hadn’t said anything to us on our travels back from Indiana yesterday, so I thought I had flown under the radar. Apparently not. I had also enjoyed my time with Jenny, and I knew that she would tell her friends, but to hear the compliment come from Savannah’s mouth was very flattering.

“Plus, it could mean you getting to spend the whole rest of the season with us, if you wanted to. And I never thought I’d say this, but I guesss we’re glad to have you around,” she added with an exaggerated eye roll and teasing smile.

“That’s true!” I said, starting to perk up and genuinely feel better. Matching her tone, I replied, “I guesss that might be a perk amidst all this.” We both started laughing and I could feel the weight lifting from my shoulders.

*******

The rest of the week passed without much worthy of note. We easily beat Harvard on Wednesday, and on Thursday I met with Jackie and Becky to work on our project, though this time we were in the library, which meant no funny business aside from a few teasing cock-squeezes. On Saturday, we were off to our next away game at Clemson, and this time I had been randomly assigned to room with Brit.

By the time we lined up for our bus to the airport in the morning, she had already been sending me all sorts of naughty texts since Savannah gave us the news the night before:
“Bet you can’t wait to get your hands on my perfect tits ;)”

“My pussy is aching for the ‘Jenny treatment.’ Hope your cock is ready”

“Tomorrow night is going to change your life forever. No one will ever measure up again”

“I’ll be skipping the underwear. I hope I don’t leave too much juice behind on the
airplane seat thinking about your dick”

“You better not be jacking off tonight. I need you to save all your cum for me”

“I’m pounding my pussy right now with my dildo. Hope it’s big enough to get me ready for you”

I chose to ignore them all until right before I went to bed, when I replied with a simple smiley face. I had to admit that her messages did turn me on and I couldn’t wait to see what was in store for what was sure to be a wild night with her. I desperately wanted to come before bed, but I followed her command and held off, going to sleep with an uncomfortable boner.

When I woke in the morning, I had another half dozen texts as well as a couple of teasing pictures she had sent me throughout the night. My morning wood throbbed even more aggressively as I read through my messages.

As I walked up to several players already waiting for the bus, Brit caught my eye and waved me over to her. She was wearing a skirt and tight top, which was an unusual combo for game day for her. She leaned in to whisper in my ear, “Drop your bag and follow me. We’ve got seven minutes.” Without waiting for me, she began marching off.

I immediately did as told and fell in step about ten feet behind her. She disappeared into the athletic center, which was empty due to how early it was. I took long strides and nearly caught her as she disappeared into the men’s restroom. I followed her in and was surprised that she was waiting right on the other side of the door.

“Lock it and drop your pants,” she instructed. I again followed her orders, my pants soon hitting the tile of the bathroom floor. She hastily dropped to her knees on top of them and yanked down my boxers. I had been steadily growing harder since she first whispered to me and I had returned to full length.

“Ahhh, my precious. I finally get to taste you,” she said, a little creepily, but I was into it. She quickly ran her tongue along the underside of my shaft starting at the base. When she reached the tip, she took me into her mouth and began sucking. Hard. Meanwhile, her hand reached up and began aggressively pumping along my shaft.

She wanted me to come quickly and she had the skills to make it happen. Her tongue danced around my head while she continued sloppily sucking, saliva running down her chin and onto my pants below. One hand expertly massaged my balls while the other aggressively stroked my shaft.

After all her textual teasing over the last 12 hours, I already knew it wasn’t going to take me much to blow.

“Fuuuck, I’m gonna come,” I groaned. A shadow of a smirk showing on her face, she looked up and me and somehow found a way to suck even harder.

Without any further warning, my orgasm hit and I couldn’t help but arch my back and throw my head back. My cum blasted into her mouth as she sucked me dry, spurt after spurt of my seed sliding down her throat, not a drop escaping her lips.

As my cock began to soften in her mouth, she took one more slurp and then released me. She stood up and didn’t say a word as she headed for the bathroom door. Before unlocking it, she lifted the back of her skirt and bent over slightly to show me that she had been true to her word—she was not wearing any underwear.

She smiled again and walked out, leaving me with my pants still on the floor in front of me. I looked at my watch and realized I had 60 seconds before I was late to the bus. I yanked my pants back up and ran back to the entrance of the athletic center. Trying to act casual, I slowed to a walk as I made it through the doors and grabbed my bag from the sidewalk—it was the only one left. Savannah, sitting in the front row of the bus, just looked at me, rolled her eyes and shook her head.

I found a seat next to Joanna, a sophomore defender. “You good?” she asked with a suspicious look. “You look a little flushed.”

“Oh … uh … yeah. Was just in the bathroom,” I replied, not really lying. I leaned back and closed my eyes as I processed what had just transpired over the last ten minutes. I knew Brit was going to take today to another level, but this was even beyond what I had expected.

Suddenly, I felt Joanna tap my shoulder: “Hey, we’re here.” I was startled, realizing I had drifted off.

Once we had made it through security and onto our flight, I learned that I had been seated between Brit in the window seat and Joanna on the aisle on our flight.

As soon as we took off, Brit placed her sweater on her lap. “Brrr. It’s a little cold in here, don’t you think?” she asked me with a mischievous grin.

“Yeah, I suppose so,” I replied, unsure where she was going with this.

She grabbed my hand, saying, “Ohh. You’re so warm. Gimme some of that heat!” She pulled my hand underneath her sweater and onto her leg, which was not, in fact, particularly cold. I felt her muscular thigh as she guided my hand higher and higher up her leg. I smiled over at her, now seeing what she was doing. I quickly glanced back over at Joanna to see if she had noticed. If she did, she didn’t care. Her headphones were on and her eyes were closed.

Knowing that Brit wanted me to dive right in, I intentionally took it slow and teased her, massaging the inside of her thigh and brushing my fingers along her shaved pubic area. She was squirming in her seat as she tried to subtly encourage me to touch her pussy.

I resisted for several minutes until I determined that I had teased her enough. I guided my fingers to her slit. It was as wet as could be, and I thought back to her text message about leaving some residue behind on the seat once we got to South Carolina. I slid a finger into her as she tried to stifle a moan.

The idea that anybody else on the plane could possibly walk by and fairly easily discern what was going on only added to the excitement. I slid my finger in and out of her slowly, slickening up my digit, until I moved up to find her clit. That made her really start squirming, and even the loud and boisterous Brit knew that she had to keep her cool.

I picked up my pace, circling her clit with my fingertip, gradually adding slightly more pressure as time went on. After several minutes and several whimpers escaping her lips, she actually had to cover her mouth to keep herself quiet. I could hear her breath quickening as her chest heaved. I knew she was getting close as they announced that we were coming in for a landing.

A moment after that, her legs clamped closed around my hand as her body began nearly vibrating in her seat. She put her other hand over her mouth as well to maintain silence as the shockwaves of her orgasm overtook her.

Just then, the flight attendant came by. “Any trash?” she asked with an accusatory look on her face when she saw my hand in Brit’s lap.

“No,” Brit squeaked, trying to keep herself under control. I just shook my head with a smile, trying to get a read on if she could tell what was going on before she continued her way up the aisle.

“You good?” I asked her.

“Yep,” she squeaked this time, finally lowering her hands from her mouth and relaxing her thighs, releasing my hand from between her legs. It was fun to see Brit try and control her mouth and her volume, which I knew was not something she tried to practice often.

By the time we hit the runway, she had fully relaxed and whispered in my ear, “That felt good. I can’t wait for more later.”

“Already begging for it?” I teased. “You’ve got a long day of waiting ahead of you.”

“Not if I have anything to say about,” she snapped back as we got up from our seats. I looked back to see that Brit had grabbed a wet wipe from her bag and was wiping it down.

“You guys are nuts,” Joanna commented, shaking her head with a chuckle. I suppose she had seen more than she let on.

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Chapter 7: The Group Project

As I got ready and walked out of my apartment door on Saturday, I was filled with a new degree of excitement. Today I would be traveling with the team to Notre Dame for our next game and tonight I would be sharing a room with Jenny, one of the assistant coaches. Savannah told us that she had used a random name generator app on her phone and it chose her to be my roommate for trip.

Despite that excitement, anxiety also constricted my chest. This was an entirely new ball game. I wasn’t sure what the expectations were following our agreement earlier in the week. What are we going to say to each other on the trip there? Is it going to be awkward. Would all the coaches still go out as a group? Would Jenny and I do our own thing? How far did she want to take things?

As I walked to meet the team bus, I had many questions and few answers.

Once I joined the team outside the athletic center to wait for our ride, I saw Jenny make a beeline for me. At least that took the guessing out of whether she wanted to talk to me before tonight.

“Good morning!” she said cheerfully as she waved me away from the group. “I have to say, I’m quite excited for tonight.”

“Me too!” I agreed. “What are you thinking we should do?” I asked, hoping not to betray my stress.

“Well, I was imagining being in your shoes. If I were you, I’d be a bit unsure what to expect.”

“You’ve got me pinned,” I replied with a smile, glad that she already knew how I was feeling.

“So my first question is do you want me to be in charge of our plans? Or do you want to be in control?”

“If given the option, I’d love it for you to be in charge,” I answered honestly.

“Ok. Any boundaries you want to make sure we don’t cross?”

“None that we haven’t already talked about.”

“Excellent. Here’s what I’m thinking then. I put us together on today’s flight. All day, I’d like for you to tease me: A little grab here. A sneaky kiss there. Things like that.”

“Oh I already like the sound of this.”

“Then, after team dinner tonight I think we should go have a couple drinks with the girls, then back to our room for fun. Sound like a plan?”

“Definitely. I love that,” I replied. I glanced over at the team to make sure no one was looking and gave Jenny’s ass a quick squeeze.

“Oooh,” she yipped. “Yes, just like that,” she said with a devilish grin.

*******

It had been a long day by the time we got through our team dinner. I was grateful that Jenny let the other coaches in on the plan. Hopefully that would cut down on some of the teasing or questions from them.

Jenny and I had enjoyed subtly touching each other and teasing on our flight over—I was basically hard the entire time. And I had appreciated getting to know her better. She was originally from California and had moved to the east coast to play college lacrosse. Since then, she had coached with a few different staffs until landing here while Savannah was still playing in undergrad. She said she had known that Sav was a born leader even back then and was grateful to coach under her now, even though she was quite a bit younger.

Jenny told me that she had once been married for a year when she was younger, but it just wasn’t a good fit. Since then, she’d had a couple of serious partners but mostly enjoyed playing the field. She also mentioned that she was bi-sexual and enjoyed being with men and women equally, though often for different reasons, which gave me a lot to think about as we prepared for landing.

Our game was a nail-biter. There were probably half a dozen lead changes in the last five minutes and we eked out win when we scored with only 20 seconds left. It was, by far, the closest match since I started helping out the team, which meant that everyone’s nerves were a bit fried by the end. It was cool to see Savannah in action making changes to her game plan as needed and adjusting on the fly. Once again, I was beyond impressed by her mind for the game.

At dinner, we picked a nearby bar within walking distance to go to for a couple drinks. The other ladies decided that they weren’t going to go dancing or anything so we didn’t need to change out of our casual clothes.

As we sat around a high-top table finishing our second round, Brit finally lost control of her mouth: “So, you guys gonna fuck each other’s brains out tonight? God I’m so fucking jealous!” I felt my face turn red in a hurry.

“Brit! We agreed we weren’t going to bring it up!” Erin chided.

“You knew I couldn’t keep that promise. And honestly, I’m proud of myself for holding off for this long.”

“It’s fine. She can ask. Doesn’t mean we’re going to tell her anything!” Jenny retorted.

“Oh c’mon. I’m sure you’ll crack eventually. I hope you’ve been using your XL dildos this week, otherwise tonight is gonna fucking hurt with his monster cock.”

“You’re too much,” Savannah said simply.

“Oh please. Have the rest of you not also been at home every night pounding your own pussies thinking of his dick?”

“Brit, shut the fuck up,” I ordered, hoping to end this conversation.

Erin, Jenny, and Savannah all busted up laughing while Brit just dropped her jaw in shock.

“Well, well, well, look who found a voice,” Jenny said, sounding impressed and tossing back the rest of her drink. “I think that’s our cue. Ready to head back?” she asked me with an eyebrow raise.

I nodded and finished off the rest of my own beer. Standing up, I held out my hand to her. She took it with a smile and said “Night, ladies,” as we began to walk off.

“Hope you can’t walk tomorrow!” Brit called after us. Jenny silently gave her the one finger salute as we continued our exit.

As soon as we got outside the bar, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a kiss. All day I had been trying to get a read on what she was looking for: Tender, gentle seduction? Raw feral physicality? Being in control? Being controlled?

Despite observing and thinking about this all day, I still didn’t have a clue. So, I decided to just go with what felt natural for me and hoped that she was be receptive to the authenticity. For now, I wanted to kiss her.

And she wanted to kiss me back.

She met my mouth and tongue in a violent game of twister in the alleyway outside as her hands slid up under my shirt and explored. My hands cradled her chin and neck as I tasted the salty sweetness of the margarita she had just finished—it was delightful. Her hands continued to roam as one came around my abdomen and toyed with the waistband of my jeans.

“Are you hard for me, yet?” she whispered in my ear.

“Why don’t you find out?” I asked as one of my hands slid down her back and gave her ass a squeeze through her leggings.

At this, she simultaneously pounced back on my mouth as her hand dove into my pants, where she learned that I was, indeed, hard for her.

“Oh, fuck. We gotta get back to the hotel,” she panted as she wrapped her fingertips around my girth. I grabbed her hand and began marching us back towards the hotel, grateful it wasn’t far.

The door to the elevator closed behind us and we were on each other again immediately. As our mouths met again, her hand was grabbing at my dick through my pants while I squeezed at both of her ass cheeks. When the elevator dinged and the door opened at our floor, she grabbed my hand and literally began running down the hallway towards our room.

After fumbling with our keycard and pushing through the door, Jenny shoved me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me. Our lips re-attached as she straddled me and started grinding her crotch on mine.

“I originally wanted to take things slow,” she gasped in between kisses. “But now I just NEED you inside me. Can we circle back to the foreplay later?”

“Fuck yes,” I said excitedly. She lifted herself up off me and stood up next to the bed as she grabbed at the hem of her shirt, lifting both it and her bra underneath off entirely.

I had seen her tits earlier that week when I came on them, but everything happened so fast that I hadn’t really had the opportunity to take them in. They were perfectly suited to her athletic body. Not too big, but plenty of weight for them to be tantalizing. I couldn’t wait to play with them.

Then, she reached for the waistband of her stretchy leggings and pulled down, revealing a sexy lacy thong that I imagined she had picked out specially for tonight. As she began pulling these off, a long strand of grool remained connected to her pussy until she had gotten them to her knees.

“These are completely soaked through. You’ve had me so fucking wet today,” she said as she kicked them away.

I finally had the chance to take her in fully, and she was magnificent. Wavy brown hair topped a tanned athletic figure that she clearly spent significant time maintaining. Her lovely tits led down a tight abdomen to a patch of well-manicured pubic hair, below which I could see a pair of meaty inner lips. A muscular ass topped long, toned legs. Although there were signs of age here and there, I couldn’t wait to explore that body further.

“I’m glad you seem to like what you see, but I really need you to get undressed now,” she requested, pulling me from my reverie.

“Oh, yeah, sorry!” I replied quickly, popping up and beginning to undress. As I yanked my boxers off last, I asked, “Should I grab a condom?” I had brought some in my bag, but wasn’t sure what the plan would be.

“Oh you don’t have to worry about that, hon. I’ve been taken care of for a long time. And by the time we’re done, I want to feel coated in your cum inside and out. Now lie back on that bed,” she instructed while pulling back the comforter and sheets. Jenny generally seemed self-assured, but I had certainly not seen her this confidently dominant, even in her role as a coach. It was hot as fuck.

I followed her orders and she was quickly back on top of me. She pinned my cock up against my stomach as she slid her sopping pussy up and down along it’s length. Even that felt good.

She looked me in the eyes, and said, “Brit was right. I’ve been using my biggest dildo all week thinking of you. I probably came ten times in the last four days thinking of this moment,” she admitted. “And I can’t believe I’m the first one of us that actually gets to ride it. Those bitches can’t stop telling me how jealous they are.”

To hear how much she had been thinking of me and how much they all had been talking about me turned me on even more. I couldn’t wait to be inside Jenny as I looked up at her beautiful tits and body.

“You ready for me to ‘fuck your brains out’ to put it in Brit’s crass words?” she asked as she lifted her hips up and grabbed my shaft.

“So fucking ready,” I replied excitedly as I felt her guide my tip to her drenched hole.

She simply grinned as she aggressively dropped her weight down onto me. Most women I had been with needed some easing in, but not Jenny. She was quite ready.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck! That feels even better than I had imagined!” she groaned as she threw her head back in pleasure.

Her pussy felt amazing for me, too. Although not quite as tight as others had been, it still felt like a perfect grip on my cock all the way from the base up to the head.

She leaned back and balanced her hands on my thighs, her feet firmly planted on the bed next to my hips as she quickly began bouncing on my dick. Somehow, each time she dropped down it felt better than the one previous, and every time she slid herself back up to my tip, the suction of her lips made me moan in pleasure.

I reached up and started playing with her clit using my thumb, her leaned-back posture giving me perfect access. So far, she had been on the quieter end, with small whimpers here and there, but now she began to moan in earnest with the new sensation.

“Fuck!” she panted. “Wait, I don’t want to come yet. Flip, me over,” she requested as she slid off of me.

She quickly turned around and got on her hands and knees, presenting her ass up to me. I tipped forward onto my knees and wiggled my head up along her slit and her clit. “Just put it in! Please!” she begged.

Needing no further invitation, I plunged my dick deep into her pussy. “Ohhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned as I bottomed out. My balls rested up against her clit. “You’re gonna make me come so hard like this.”

I grabbed her hips while guiding my cock back out of her wet hole, and then slammed my length back into her, eliciting another loud moan. Again, and again, and again I pounded my cock into her pussy as I could feel her orgasm (and mine) growing closer with each progressive thrust. After a couple dozen more of these, I knew she was at her limit as her moans became unceasing.

Finally, it hit her.

“Fuckinngggggg shittttttt,” she wailed as her arms collapsed from under her and her face slammed into the pillows, which barely helped to deaden the sounds she was making. I felt her pussy contracting and relaxing in turns around my cock as her legs shook. From my point of view I could even see her anus pulsing from the waves of her climax. I watched her back heave with her quick breaths as the intensity of her orgasm continued to flow through her.

This went on for a few minutes until she eventually slid off my cock entirely and rolled onto her back, her curly hair splayed all over the pillows underneath her. Still panting a little, she looked up at me and softly said, “That was insane. Holy fuck.”

“Yeah, that was incredible,”I agreed.

“Ready to finish the job?” she asked me with a smile. Spreading her legs for me, she added, “I still need to feel that cum inside me.”

I just grinned and propped myself back up on my knees, guiding my cock back to her entrance.

I rubbed my tip along her slit and pushed, plunging back in with my whole length. “Fuck me! Hard!” she requested.

“Absolutely!” I replied. I grabbed her thighs and lifted her ass off the bed so that I could get a bit better leverage, and began pounding my cock into her. Going so hard felt good to me, and with each stroke I was taken closer and closer to my own climax.

Soon enough, I was right on the edge. “Oh fuck. I’m gonna commmmmmme,” I moaned as I continued hammering away.

“Fill me up, Andy!” Jenny demanded.

That did it. I slammed into her one more time as deep as I could go, and in an instant, I felt my cock begin to throb as I unloaded into her, my muscles tensing with the overwhelming sensation of my orgasm. “Fuuuuuck,” I groaned as my dick emptied and I fell on top of her, our mouths connecting in another passionate kiss.

I pulled out and watched as my cum leaked from her slit.

“Tonight has already been wonderful, and we’ve only just started,” Jenny said warmly as I lay down next to her and kissed her again. Light kisses quickly turned to making out and then I started to explore.

I kissed down her neck and collar bone until I finally was able to get adequately acquainted with her boobs. They felt even better than they looked. I licked her nipples and massaged each breast. “Oooh, that feels nice,” she cooed as I let my mouth casually wander and eventually return back to her hers.

My hand slipped down her abdomen until it found her pussy again, sticky with cum. I caressed her lips and her clit softly and without urgency. We had plenty of time and no hurry.

“Looking to finish what you started the other night?” she teased. Her fingers traced around my pecs and encircled each of my abs as they slithered down towards my cock.

“Oh, very much,” I replied with a matching tone as I started exploring her vagina, her inner thigh, her vulva. Slowly, I homed in on her clit with increasing intentionality. “Yes. That feels goodddd,” she purred as she wrapped her hand around my shaft and began sliding it up and down.

With each passing minute, her whimpers of pleasure grew, eventually turning into moans. Soon enough, her hand was wildly rubbing my cock as her body spasmed from one position into another like she was being shocked.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” she chanted as I maintained my rhythm and motion, despite her wild movement.

“Yes! YES! YES!” she screamed as her second orgasm of the night overcame her. This time, instead of shaking and collapsing, her muscles tensed and her legs clamped around my hand. “YESSSS!” she howled, no longer caring if any of the surrounding hotel rooms could hear us. I thought for a moment about Savannah and Erin one room over and two of the players on the other side of us. If any of them were back in their rooms, they would surely be hearing Jenny quite clearly.

As she came, her mouth re-attached to mine as she kissed me as if she was trying to devour my tongue. My fingers started to go numb from the pressure pinning them between her thighs.

“Good god, you’re good at that,” she said once she started to come down and release. ”Brit’s right. If you’re not in one of our player’s beds every night, it’s a damn shame. Waste of good talent, honestly.” She chuckled and I laughed along with her.

“Now it’s your turn,” she said with a devilish grin. “But first, I have a confession to make.”

“Oh really? I love a good secret,” I replied with a conspiring look as she shimmied her way down towards the foot of the bed in between my legs.

“When you came all over my chest the other night, and I went to the bathroom to clean up, I tasted some. It was goddamn delicious. Tonight, we’re not wasting a drop of that tasty elixir.” She was also not wasting any time as she wrapped her lips around my head and quickly took in as much length as she could.

Her experience was apparent as she made me feel things I’d never felt from a blowjob before. I momentarily considered how much money she could make doing an online masterclass on her technique. It was just that good.

It didn’t take long before she had me on the edge once again. “Holy fuck that feels good!” I whined as she took me into the back of her throat while expertly fondling my balls.

“Oh Jenny. I’m gonna come. Are you ready?” I panted. Her eyes met mine and she nodded as much as her current position would allow.

Immediately I felt my own next orgasm hit and my second load of the night was discharging into Jenny, though this time into the back of her throat as she kept nearly my full length in her mouth the whole time.

Her eyes watered, but she remained true to her word—not a drop escaped her lips. When my cock finished unloading and my climax ebbed away, she released me from her. She swallowed one more time and then opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue.

“Told you I wouldn’t waste any! And honestly I could guzzle that all night,” she said proudly as she cuddled up into my arms and pulled the sheets up over us. I leaned over to kiss her again as I recognized a feeling of calm contentment.

She quietly lay in my arms as we enjoyed the aftershocks of our pleasure and appreciated the feeling of our naked bodies intertwined.

After some time, she spoke up: “You know, I was trying to remember the last time I came that hard from someone’s penis…”

“And?…”

“I honestly can’t remember. Certainly not in the last ten years. And I’m not sure about before that. Definitely not with my husband. I honestly can’t recall.” She giggled as kissed me again. “I think I might go shower, care to join me?” she asked, starting to get up from the bed.

“Absolutely,” I grinned as I followed her.

In the shower, our hands were continuously groping, “washing,” and playing with each other. My cock stayed hard as she rubbed her body against me and teased me until our skin was so wrinkly that we had to get out.

As we dried off, I asked, “You ready to get to sleep, or think you’ve got one more orgasm in you?”

“Oh I’ve got AT LEAST one more orgasm in me. I can sleep on the plane,” she replied as she fell back into the bed.

“That’s what I was hoping. Can I use my tongue this time?”

“I’d be insane to say ‘no’ to that,” she answered with a wide smile as she lay on her back and spread her legs.

I teased her a little before diving in, taking little nibbles on the insides of her thighs and letting my tongue explore her whole pubic area. Although not obvious, there was a faint trace of my cum still present, but it didn’t bother me as I stuck my tongue in her slit and then licked up to her clit.

This quickly elicited a moan and her hands reached down to the top of my head, messing with my wet hair and pushing me into her crotch. I thought that with it being her third time around that this time might take a little bit longer, but the opposite happened. Much faster than I anticipated, her breathing quickened and she started panting. The moans followed quickly as she writhed underneath me. With each progressive orgasm she seemed to be getting more sensitive.

“Oh Andyyyyyyyy,” she groaned as she lifted her hips into my face and pushed on the back of my head. “YESSSSSSS,” she moaned as I felt her pussy begin to spasm for yet another time tonight. Like the last time, her legs clamped around my head, holding me in place as I continued pleasuring her until she had to shove me away due to the overwhelming intensity.

This orgasm burned bright, hot, and quick as she continued squirming, but sooner than before she was already regulating and returning her breath to normal.

She looked up at me with adoring eyes as she whispered, “I’ve only ever come three times in one night once before in my life. That was incredible.”

“I live to serve,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again.

“Well why don’t you serve me another round of that dick,” she instructed with a smirk as she looked down to my engorged cock. She lifted her left leg into a glider position, spreading her soggy pussy lips for me again.

“Yes, ma’am,” I teased submissively as I straddled her right leg. I used my tip to toy with her clit and lips, wanting her to beg for it.

“Stuff it in me already!” she ordered aggressively.

“If that’s what you want…” I retorted, slamming my full lengthy into her in one fell swoop. If her vagina was wet earlier, she was absolutely drenched down and I felt very little resistance.

“Fuuuuuuck yes!” she groaned wantonly. “Tear my pussy up, Andy!” she demanded as she looked at me with fire in her eyes.

I grabbed onto her upright leg for leverage as I pounded my throbbing cock into her with all my might, arching my back as I brought my full attention to the symphony of pleasure centered on my penis. I closed my eyes as I used my other senses to take in all that was happening. I listened for clap of our bodies meeting while Jenny’s moans echoed in the background. I smelled the scent of our sex wafting in the room. I noticed the taste of Jenny’s pussy still on my tongue. And I felt the sensation of our bodies connecting in ecstasy.

I wished that I could live in that moment forever, but my body was responding to everything it was experiencing as I marched ever-closer to another orgasm.

Just as I was getting close, Jenny let loose a howl: “I’m coming AGAINNNNNNN!”

And as I felt her vagina clamp down on my dick, I was sent over the edge right along with her. I felt another river of cum erupt from my throbbing member up inside her pussy as she seemed to be on the verge of hyperventilating, her breathing was so fast and shallow.

“Holy. Shit. Holy. Shit. Holy. Shit,” she kept repeating in time with the spasms I could feel around my cock as it continued to unleash.

Finally, we both started to calm down and I pulled out of her before gently lowering her leg. How it wasn’t cramping that whole time, I would never know.

“Holy shit,” she said again, this time in apparent disbelief. “I’ve never hit four in one night. Never!” She grabbed my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. “Four!” she exclaimed again as soon as she released me.

With that she pushed me down on my back and climbed on top of me where she began kissing me again. The fervor with which she continued to make out with me along with the sensation of her dripping pussy on top of me re-ignited that feeling in my cock, as it began to grow again.

“You are not getting hard again?!” Jenny said incredulously. “I mean this in the best way possible, but you’re a freak, Andy.”

“I know. I know. It has a mind of its own.”

“As much as I would like to ride it until the dawn, I think my pussy has hit its limit. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no need to apologize. There’s no expectation there and honestly I think I would start to lose skin if I attended to it every time it got hard. It’ll dissipate eventually.”

“Ok. Good to know. Speaking of winding down, we should probably actually get some sleep. Only a few hours until we have to be on the bus.”

“Yeah, you’re right. We should get at least a little rest.”

I turned off the lights and crawled back into the bed with Jenny as she nestled into my arms.

“Four! I still can’t believe it,” she whispered. “You’ve made me feel incredibly special tonight, Andy. Thank you.”

“I’ve had an amazing time, too, Jenny. Thank you,” I replied.

Before we knew it we had both drifted off to dream land.

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Chapter 6.3: The Agreement

“Ready to go?” Becky asked me as she grabbed her bag. “I just need to stop by the locker room and then we can head over to my apartment.” Becky was a junior midfielder that I hadn’t even realized was in my bioethics class until the other day. She had suggested that we group up with Jackie, another player on the team, for our upcoming bioethics assignment. I couldn’t say no.

They were both very attractive women. Becky had mentioned at one point that her parents were from Vietnam—she had tanned skin and lovely brown eyes that went with her dark brown hair. I would describe her as “cute.” Nearly a foot shorter than I, she had generally soft features with moderate assets that matched her sweet personality.

I replied, “Do you or Jackie need to shower or anything first? Today’s practice was a real ass-kicker!” With our next game two days away, our Thursday practices were usually pretty intense and today was no exception.

“Nah. Unless you mind the smell?”

“Uhhh.”

“I’m just fucking with you. If we stink, that’s just too bad for you. Right, Jax?”

“Yeah, if you have a problem with it I think we’ve got some clothespins you can use to plug your nose,” Jackie joked as she walked up next to us. Jackie was a senior attacker, and our leading goal-scorer.

Jackie was nearly as tall as I was and had dark, nearly black, skin. She had large boobs and a full ass on top of a well-muscled body. It was that strength that allowed her to overpower defenses and score the most goals of anyone on our team. She was one that I had to intentionally avoid looking at too long because once I started because I had a hard time pulling my gaze away from her beautiful body.

The three of us made small-talk about the team, our upcoming game against Notre Dame, and our classes as we walked to their apartment.

“Is it just the two of you here?” I asked as they showed me in. It was a pretty standard university-provided apartment, but admittedly much cuter and much cleaner than my own.

“No, we live with two other girls. But they’re away right now for a softball tournament.” It wasn’t unusual for student athletes to connect and live together, even across different sports. There was nothing like the camaraderie of saying, “Good morning,” at 4:30am in order to get to the weight room hours before most of our classmates had even woken up.

“Cool. You have a cute place, and it smells so nice in here,” I complimented politely.

“That’s sweet. Thanks,” Jackie replied. “So, should we get to work?”

“Definitely,” Becky said as she guided us over to the living room and we pulled out our laptops.

*******

Two hours and a devoured pizza later, we had a pretty good outline of what we were going to do for our project. We had been assigned to pick a current topic in bioethics and to cover both sides of the debate. We were tasked with ultimately determining how we might come to a conclusion about what is most ethical. We had decided to focus on the use of AI in mental health treatment. I was excited to learn that they were both biology majors minoring in psychology, while I was just a pure psychology major, and all of us had interest in the mental health field.

One odd thing that I had noticed as we had worked was that the girls kept moving closer and closer to me on either side of the couch. I was surprised when Jackie first put her hand on my thigh as we all looked at my laptop, presumably under the pretense of leaning in to read the article I was showing them. Then, a few minutes later, Becky did the same thing. Was it intentional flirting or just a convenient place to put a hand?

This seemed to opened the floodgates. During the last half hour or so, their hands were constantly touching me: Slapping my arm after a joke. Touching me briefly on my chest when giggling about something we read. Fingertips sliding up my leg as they handed each other notes. Naturally, this started to get me excited, though I was grateful that I was able to contain my bulge to a half-chub.

By the time our work was finished, I thought that there could be no way that all of this physical contact was accidental. The question was just who was going to make the first move.

As I reached to close my laptop and stuff it in my backpack, Becky spoke up, again putting her hand on my leg: “Wait, Andy. Umm … I was wondering … Ummm … I think Jackie has a question for you.”

“God! Becky! You’re so embarrassing!” Jackie exclaimed has her face quickly turned red. She had daggers in her eyes at her teammate, but also seemed glad to have had the encouragement.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Well…” she started uncomfortably. “Do you remember that first day you started helping us out in the weight room a couple weeks ago?”

“Yeah…” How could I forget when I got all riled up helping the ladies with their lifts and embarrassingly got a total hard on in front of all of them? It was mortifying.

“Well … Becky and I were wondering if maybe … maybewecouldseeit?” The last four words all came out as one, as if they were only going to leave her mouth if she pushed them all out together.

“You want to … see my … dick?” I asked, making sure I understood the situation, but also enjoying their excited interest and awkwardness at the request.

“Yes. Please,” Becky said meekly with a hungry nod and smile. Looking over at Jackie, she wore a similar expression as she aggressively shook her head while shifting her gaze between my face and my crotch. I felt my cock grow a little fuller as I glanced between their eager faces.

“Your wish is my command,” I answered with my own devilish smile. I stood up and turned around to face them. “Why don’t you two do the honors?” I suggested, the tent in my thin lacrosse shorts continuing to rise.

They bounced closer to each other on the couch as they stared at my moving shorts in wonder.

Becky reached up for the waistband on my hip and looked over at Jackie. “Ready?” she asked.

Jackie swallowed hard and reached for the fabric on the other side. “I think so,” she said. They both hooked their fingers into my shorts and yanked down. And then they both busted up laughing.

Though not usually want you want when two beautiful women are pulling down your pants, I knew what they found humorous: I had forgotten that I was wearing my boxers with little lacrosse sticks that I had gotten for Christmas several years ago. The fact that they were now stretched out by what was underneath them only made them more comical. I was glad to have introduced some levity to cut the tension and nervousness they had clearly been struggling with.

“Well those are fancy!” Jackie giggled as Becky continued to cackle.

“I’m glad you think so,” I replied with my own chuckle.

“Should we try that again?” Jackie asked this time as she again reached for my hip, though this time seemingly less anxious.

“Let’s do it,” Becky replied eagerly.

This time, they took it slower, gently lowering my boxers a little at a time. First, they exposed my trimmed pubic hair. Then the base of my cock. Then inch by inch, my shaft.

“It just keeps going!” Becky said exuberantly as they approached my head.

Finally, my waistband slid over the tip and it sprung up energetically.

“DAMN!” Jackie squealed as it nearly hit her in the face.

“Woah,” Becky uttered as her eyes grew wide. “That’s really big,” she added as her face flushed again.

For a few minutes, they just inspected it, looking at the head, the shaft, my balls, as if it was some sort of exhibit at the zoo. Every so often I would make it jump, which would elicit yelps of surprise each time.

“It looks heavy,” Becky said as I could tell she was winding herself up for her next request. “Can I … can we … touch it?”

“I would love that,” I affirmed.

Her hand trembled as she raised it up to the underside of my shaft. She took it in her palm gently before wrapping her fingers around it. “It IS heavy!” she cried. “Feel it, Jax!” she suggested to her friend excitedly.

Becky pulled her hand away as Jackie reached up, though with a bit more confidence. Her fingertips traced along the top until she wrapped the rest of her hand around it and lifted it up towards my abdomen. “This thing is massive. I bet it could really really do some damage,” she said desirously as she manipulated it. “Can both our hands would fit on here?” Jackie asked her friend.

Having moved on from her nervousness, Becky quickly grabbed my member with her teammate. “And there’s room to spare!” she exclaimed. “I kind of … err … I kind of want to see it come. Is that wrong?” she asked greedily.

“Yeah! I bet this thing drops a massive load!” Jackie replied thirstily.

“Make it happen if you’d like,” I said with a smile.

Not needing any further invitation at this point, they began working in tandem to stroke up and down along my shaft. It felt incredibly good, especially as aroused as I was at the circumstances of the situation. I closed my eyes for a moment to take it all in as these two lovely ladies gracefully pumped along my length.

As I did so, I suddenly felt wetness beyond what I had expected from pre-cum. The surprise made me open my eyes as I looked down to find Becky tongue up against the tip of my dick. She was looking up at me with mischievous eyes as she took my head into her mouth entirely. She dropped her hand to my balls while Jackie continued stroking.

“Oh that feels gooood,” I groaned. Jackie excitedly joined the proceedings as she began running her tongue up and down my shaft.

“Mhmmm, tasty,” she said with a grin as she looked up at me. “Let’s switch,” she requested to Becky.

Becky gave me one last suck before sliding off and making way for Jackie, who quickly took as much of me as she could into her mouth.

“Fuck yes. Suck on that fat dick!” Becky cheered for her friend, seemingly having found her confidence. This encouraged Jackie to take me even deeper into her mouth and down her throat as her eyes started watering. It felt amazing to have most of my cock enveloped by her.

“C’mon Jax, you’ve almost got it all!” Becky continued. “More! More! More!” she chanted as Jackie tried to push me further inside of her, but it was to no avail. Suddenly she started choking and spittle went everywhere as she ejected me from her mouth.

“You were so close!” Becky said in support as she reached up to start pumping me with her hand again.

“Think you can do better?” Jackie said with smirk once she had recovered.

“I know I can,” Becky replied with determination. She immediately sucked me into her mouth as I felt her lips run down along my shaft. Not only was she taking me deep in a hurry, but I also felt her tongue dancing along my cock’s underside. In no time, she was as far down as Jackie and pushing even further. The shy Becky that I had started out the night with seemed to have now turned into an experienced nymph, much more capable than she initially appeared.

“Holy shit, Becky!” Jackie exclaimed, also seemingly surprised by her teammates oral prowess.

Before I knew it, she had me down her throat and her lips were at the crease of my base.

“Fuuuuuuuck, I’m not gonna last long if you keep that up,” I moaned as she continued sucking away.

Not one to be left out, Jackie got underneath and popped one of my balls into her mouth. It felt insane to have both girls going to town on me like this and I knew I was edging quite close to orgasm.

“Where do you want me to come?” I panted, not wanting to unexpectedly ejaculate down Becky’s throat.

Jackie unlatched from me and looked at Becky. “Faces?” Becky nodded as she gave my cock a couple last sucks and lovingly slid off of me like a champ.

They brought their faces close together underneath my tip and Jackie reached up to give me a couple more pumps. Looking down at their enthusiastic faces, their mouths open in excited determination, pushed me over the edge.

The orgasm swept over me and surged down my cock as I my tip began spraying cum wildly across their faces. Jackie still had control of me as her hand remained on my base as she pointed my tip at both of them. Spurt after spurt of seed landed in their mouths, on their cheeks, on their foreheads, and even some in their hair and on their shirts.

I didn’t come quite as much as I had on Jenny a couple nights previous, but it was still a healthy amount.

“Mhmmm. Delicious,” Jackie purred with a grin as she licked around her lips.

“Yeah, that is actually really good. Usually it’s way too salty. You must have a good diet,” Becky observed as she slurped down the cum that was in her tongue’s reach.

“That is a nice fucking dick,” Jackie said, looking back at my softening cock. “Thank god we’ll need quite a few more of these meetings in order to finish off this bioethics project,” she teased as she wiggled her eyebrows, causing both Becky and I to laugh.

“Can’t wait,” I replied in the same tone.

“Well for now, we should probably go get cleaned up and hit the hay. You’ll be at weight lifting in the morning?” Becky asked. I just nodded in response.

“By the way, I talked to the rest of the girls, and everyone is pretty bummed that you started wearing such constricting pants in the weight room. Maybe tomorrow you should go back to shorts?” Jackie suggested.

“Maybe I will,” I answered with a little grin.

I gathered my things and got ready to head back to my apartment. As I was about to make for the door, I heard Becky call back to me, “Hey Andy, maybe at our next group project meeting you’ll get a chance to pay us back and play with these.”

As I turned around, I saw that both of them had removed their tops entirely and were playing with their tits. “Let’s not wait too long then!” I agreed, forcing myself to reach for the door and take my exit.

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Chapter 6.2: The Coaches Dinner pt 2

“Sooooo last night was fucking crazy!” Brit said immediately in excited, but hushed tones as I found her in the meeting room before our game against Northwestern. None of the other coaches were there yet. “Callie had said you were pretty big, but I thought she might have been exaggerating. Can confirm. She. Was. Not!”

“Keep your voice down, Brit,” I requested as members of the team passed through on their way to the locker room.

“Why?” she asked incredulously. “If I had an asset like that, I’d be shouting it from the rooftops!”

“I’ll bet you would,” I replied as I noticed the other three coaches headed for us. They had grins on their faces that gave away what they had been talking about before they even opened their mouths.

I hoped that we would be able to just focus on the lacrosse game, but Brit was not one for subtlety: “How many times do you guys get yourselves off last night after getting home? I came three more times thinking about this guy!” My face immediately flushed in embarrassment. Luckily, I was not the only one as Erin and Jenny both glued their eyes to the ground sheepishly.

“Brit, you are really something else,” Savannah said with an eye roll as she ignored the question. “But yes, last night was quite fun. If we agree to talk about it later, can we just focus on Northwestern for now?”

“Fiiiiiiine,” Brit whined.

*******

The game went flawlessly. We were up by six at halftime and never looked back, eventually beating Northwestern by ten goals. It was safe to say that our team was firing on all cylinders. I’d expect nothing less from Savannah’s squad.

As we all filed back towards the locker room after the game, the mood was light. “Hey, Andy, have you picked a group yet for that bioethics assignment?” I looked over to see Becky, a junior midfielder. Our bioethics class was gigantic, so I hadn’t even realized we were both in it together.

“Ugh! No! I meant to talk to some people tomorrow in class to see if anyone wanted to join up. No offense, but I didn’t even realize that you were in that class, too. It’s so big.”

“No way!” she said, laughing. “Jackie and I are both in it!” She nodded over at one of the senior attackers.

“I’m so clueless,” I said, rolling my eyes at my own lack of awareness.

“It’s all good. You’re right, it is a big class,” she said graciously. “She and I were going to partner up and wanted to see if you wanted to come over tomorrow night to work on it together. Care to join our group?”

“Sure! Yeah, that would be great!”

“Cool, we can just go from practice,” she said casually.

“Perfect,” I replied smiling. It was a complicated assignment and I was going to be glad to do it with people I could trust, although I still couldn’t believe that I hadn’t noticed they were in the class with me. My phone buzzed and my mom was calling. I stepped outside for a minute to talk to her—she was wondering if I’d thought about my dad’s birthday present at all yet.

By the time I stepped back inside, the locker room had cleared out and Savannah had gathered the rest of the coaches in the meeting room. “So I think we should talk about last night,” she began.

“You trying to do it again tonight? ‘Cause I’m game!” Brit squealed.

“Uh, no,” Savannah replied, shutting her down immediately. “Obviously, we crossed a few lines yesterday, and I just want to check in on where everyone’s at. Not to mention that Andy is still a student so that makes this way out of bounds, even if he’s also operating as a coach for now.”

“Well, I’m obviously into it! I hope there’s plenty more opportunities to get my hands on that dick!” Brit said.

Savannah was getting annoyed now. She snapped, “I know you’re fine with it. But I want to hear from everyone.” For once, this actually shut up Brit who looked a little afraid of Savannah’s tone.

Erin spoke up next: “We did cross some lines. But I don’t think any of us were drunk enough for that to be a real factor. I, for one, greatly enjoyed it and would love to see things continue. But I also don’t think Andy should feel pressured whatsoever.”

“I agree with Erin,” Jenny began, thinking for a moment. “I’ve not felt so alive in quite some time and I loved every minute of it. To be honest, I had dreams about that cock last night. If we’re open to it, I’m curious to see where things go from here. But I also think it’s Andy’s prerogative.”

“I see. And Andy, what do you think?” Savannah asked.

“I know I probably sound like a predictable horny college boy, but I definitely enjoyed myself. I feel comfortable with all of you and would honestly love to continue exploring,” I answered candidly. “My only concern is that I’m not sure that I’m really looking for anything serious right now, and I don’t know how you all would feel about sharing me. Both with each other and with … others,” I added inelegantly.

Savannah replied, “Thank you for your honesty. I am in agreement with Erin and Jenny that I would love to see this continue if you are up for it. I also think it is wise of you to be concerned about our dynamic with you. I can speak for myself and say that I understand that whatever happens between us would not come with any expectations and if at any point you want to cut things off physically, I wouldn’t hold it against you at all.”

“I need a break from dating anyway and could use some stress-free fun for a while,” Erin said. Jenny and Brit both nodded as well.

“So we’re all in agreement that we will continue exploring things with Andy. He is welcome to continue exploring … ‘other’ opportunities as well and can cut things off whenever he pleases without hard feelings? And the four of us can agree not to fight over him or compete for him?”

“Agreed,” all four of the rest of us said in unison.

“Bet that’s going to be a bit hard for you, though, Sav. You’re the most competitive person I know,” Erin said a little warily.

“I’ll keep it in check. This is too important,” Savannah replied sagaciously.

“Great. We’re all one big happy family. So who gets to fuck him first?” Brit asked crassly.

“Jeeeeeeesus, Brit,” Jenny said as she put her palm to her forehead.

“Well I wouldn’t have phrased it that way, but I, too, am wondering how we plan to proceed from here,” Erin said.

“Maybe we just leave it up to Andy,” Savannah said plainly. “What do you want?” she asked me.

Talking about this was getting me excited. Were these four gorgeous women really saying that they all wanted to fuck me? My cock was growing hard as I imagined the kinds of shenanigans we would be getting into. “Hmmm good question. I like to be fair, and if I really put my cards out on the table, I think all four of you are sexy as fuck. I really want to be intimate with each of you, but I think I would like to do that on a more one-on-one basis before we do more group stuff. So maybe on away game trips I rotate who I room with and from time to time I can spend time with you all during the week. And then I can let you know when I’m ready to do more group stuff down the road a bit? Would that work for you all?”

“Sounds fucking amazing to me!” Brit said excitedly as the others smiled and nodded as well.

“I don’t want the pressure of choosing whom I room with next though. Can we do it randomly?”

Savannah replied, “Sure! I’ll use a random generator and I’ll let you know on Friday who you’re sleeping … err … rooming with when we head to South Bend this weekend.”

“Deal!” we said in accord.

“Lovely. Then, Andy, I’ll see you tomorrow morning in the weight room. I have a pilates class to get to and game tape to review. See the rest of you tomorrow afternoon,” Savannah said, reaching for her things with finality.

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Chapter 6.1: Coaches Dinner pt 1

Surprise showed on Jenny’s face as she wordlessly let her arm fall closer to me. I grabbed her wrist tenderly and took her wet fingers in my mouth. “Mhhmmmmm,” she moaned as I gently sucked on her. Her pussy juice tasted quite nice. A nice musk and a little tang.

I slowly extracted her hand from my mouth and returned it to her.

“Wow,” Jenny said softly. “Well I think I might be even wetter now,” she joked.

“I think it’s still your turn technically,” I said to her.

“Oh… Yes,” she replied as if breaking out of a trance. “Sav, truth or dare?”

“I guess I gotta go dare.”

“If he’s agreeable, I dare you to sit on Andy’s lap and make out with him for sixty seconds.”

Savannah just stared at me with a flat expression. I could see her wheels turning as she considered the implications of all of this perhaps weighed against how long it had been since she had last been intimate. Then, a smile start to creep across her face as her eyes brightened and her cheeks dimpled.

“What do you think, Andy? Are you ‘agreeable?’” she asked with a slight mocking tone.

“Very agreeable,” I answered with the same inflection.

Savannah left her perch on the other side of Jenny and seemed unsure how to mount me. After a moment of vacillation, she dropped one knee on each side of my thighs and lowered herself down.

“That cock is really in the way,” she observed with a tipsy giggle as she pinned it up against my waist between us.

I wrapped my arms around her as I watched her bring her mouth close to mine. I had already seen how muscular she was, but as my hands gripped her back, she felt like she was chiseled from marble. She had the body of a true gym rat.

Suddenly, her lips touched mine and an electric shock when through me. Just as firm as her muscles were, her lips were equally soft. I could taste the margarita and the pomegranate lip balm that I noticed she always kept with her.

Nervously, I decided to explore further as I ran my tongue along those lovely lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue met mine. Suddenly, her animalistic side began to come out. Her tongue explored my mouth aggressively as I could feel her hips rocking against me, her clit surely lined up with my erect member.

“Time!” Jenny called out. That fucking cock-blocker. Just kidding.

Savannah took a second longer to savor my mouth before pulling herself away. “Mhmmm. You taste good,” she said seductively as she lifted herself off of my lap.

“So do you,” I replied.

After getting back to her seat, Savannah took another sip of her drink and then said, “Erin, truth or dare?”

“Make her tell us what she did with Andy in Florida!” Brit begged.

“Dare!” Erin said as she stuck her tongue out at Brit and blew a raspberry.

Savannah paused as she thought about what she was going to suggest. “I dare you to stroke Andy’s cock with his shorts on for two minutes.”

“Alright! Now we’re moving in the right direction!” Brit cheered.

Where she had been a bit nervous when she got up for the lap dance, Erin was now full of confidence. She took a long drink and self-assuredly strutted over to me before plopping down on the floor in front of me.

“Hi,” she said with a naughty smile as she looked up at me from her knees.

“Hello,” I replied, mirroring her expression.

She put both hands on the top of my thighs and slowly slid her fingertips up the outsides of my shorts until she reached their apex. She carefully grabbed the base of my shaft through my shorts with one hand and then stacked the other on top, her bright nail polish gleaming.

“It’s feels even thicker than it looks,” she said excitedly.

“Eeee,” Brit squealed.

Keeping her one hand at the base, she began sliding her other up my shaft until she reached the tip. She gave me several more pumps then paused.

“Hmmm. You just said I had to stroke him while his shorts were on, right?”

“Yep. That’s it,” Savannah said.

With that, Erin released me from her grip and brought her hands down to my knees, which had been exposed due to the tenting fabric. She again moved her hands up my thighs, but this time she slid them underneath the hemline of the lacrosse shorts.

As Savannah noticed what she was doing, she teased, “Oh you’re so naughty!”

I felt her fingertips creep up the inside of my shorts and then suddenly inside my boxers. Her left hand latched onto my balls as the right hand found my shaft and resumed stroking. “That feels really good,” I said, looking down into her green eyes that stared back at me.

The sensation of her hand along with the excitement of the moment brought me increasingly closer to coming, but I did not want to yet.

“Time!” Savannah called out.

Erin took her time finishing up as she gave me a few more pumps before carefully extracting her hands from my shorts.

“You girls are going to want to get your hands on this things,” she purred as she got up. Then she asked, “Truth or dare, Brit?”

“Dare!” Brit called immediately.

“I dare you to stuff three tacos in your mouth,” Erin said calmly.

“Fuck youuu!” Brit yelled as the rest of us roared in laughter.

“Nah, I’m just fucking with you. I dare you to choose a song and strip tease for us until it’s over.”

“You want me to get completely naked?” she asked. I couldn’t tell if this was asked in nervousness or excitement.

“I’ll let you decide,” Erin said judiciously.

Brit dove into her phone and chose a rap song that I didn’t know. As the beat started she got up and immediately started gyrating in the middle of the room, playing to each of us around the u-shaped couch in turn.

She grabbed the hem of her shirt and began teasing us by lifting it up little by little. She had a sports bra on underneath that still covered a lot of skin, so there wasn’t too much that she was showing off even once she had ripped the shirt off and started waving it around in the air above her head. Brit had the largest breasts of the group of women by far, and even in a sports bra, they looked unwieldy.

She tossed her shirt to me and began massaging her tits seductively from outside the bra before gliding her hands along her tight tummy until they reached the top of her yellow yoga shorts. These shorts already left little to the imagination as they seemed to be working overtime to contain her voluminous ass, but as she pulled on the waistband to dance along with it, it only further pronounced her assets. Turning away from us, she began peeling them over her cheeks to expose a white athletic thong underneath. As the waistband reached the bottom of her glutes, she looked back at me and gave her bare cheek a hard slap, leaving behind a red mark.

“Get it, girl!” Savannah cheered with a wolf whistle.

In time with the beat, Brit bent over at the hips and dropped her head to the floor as she finished peeling off the rest of her tight shorts. Her thong disappeared completely between her cheeks and I would have only known she wore it by the waistband sticking out of the top.

When she stood back up, she kicked them over to me, hitting me in the face. I couldn’t help but notice a lovely scent coming off of them as they fell into my lap.

As I re-gained my eyesight, her hands were back on her boobs as she toyed with the bottom of her bra.

“You wanna see ‘em?” she asked with a flirtatious eyebrow raised.

“Fuck yes I do,” I replied breathlessly.

She slowly lifted the bottom of the bra, gently lifting her tits with it, until gravity finally took over. Her heavy tits dropped and bounced as she fully removed her bra, did a spin and then tossed it to me. I seemed to have become her hamper, which I was okay with.

“Oww oww,” Erin cheered in support.

Magnificent was really the only way to describe her boobs, especially as they bounced and jumped around with Brit’s every move. The large areolas lead to erect pierced nipples that I had to imagine had been hard for quite some time this evening. She shimmied her shoulders to make them dance even more as she reached down for her thong...

But unfortunately, the song ended far too quickly and Brit kept it on. I thought she might reach to put the rest of her clothes back on, but she just sat glow gleeful and proud of the show she put on. The four of us clapped in appreciation.

“That got me hot,” Brit said as she shivered. “I’m glad my clothes are already off.”

“Well you never miss an opportunity to undress anyway,” Jenny said with a laugh.

“Andy, back to you. Truth or dare?” Brit asked smugly.

Although I had the option of Truth back on the table, I decided to be brave: “Dare!”

“Fuck yes. I thought you were going to chicken out,” she replied. “I dare you … to stick her hand in Jenny’s shorts, play with her for two minutes, and then lick your fingers clean.”

Jenny’s exclamation was immediate: “Really, Brit! Shouldn’t I have a say in this?!”

“Are you really telling all of us that you’re not interested?”

“Well…I’m not saying that….” Then with a sigh of capitulation, “I won’t deny it. I’m already so wet at the thought.” A smile spread across her face as she accepted her fate.

I slid over next to Jenny on the couch and put my left arm around her and my right hand on her stomach. She was perhaps not as tight as the other three, but still had a firm belly that I could feel beneath her athletic shirt. My fingertips found the waistband of her pink running shorts and I slid in.

I was surprised to find that she did not have any underwear on, but just the liner of the shorts. I felt longer pubic hair than I was perhaps used to, but I could tell that it was well-manicured.

Soon enough, I found her pussy. My god it was soaked. I peeked down and realized that the textured fabric of her shorts had been masking a giant wet spot at her crotch. I tenderly explored her vulva with my fingers as I felt large inner lips emerging from between what I believed to be shaved outer lips.

I slipped a finger inside her vagina as she moaned softly in my ear. “That feels good,” she whispered. This trip inside was primarily just to wet my digit as I pulled back out and traversed her slit up to her clitoris. It was on fire and throbbing. I lightly encircled it with my finger.

“Mhmmm. Yesss,” she began to whine. Very gradually, I increased my speed and pressure around her clit, slipping back in to her vagina every so often. “Ooohhhhhh,” she began to moan.

“Time!” Brit called out as her phone went off. Feeling like it would be unkind to stop abruptly, I slowly reduced my pace until I slid my hand out of Jenny’s shorts.

“Don’t forget the second part!” Brit reminded me.

Without responding, I plunged my fingers into my mouth to enjoy Jenny’s taste for a second time tonight. The second helping was just as good as the first.

“Oh, that felt good,” Jenny said. “But I think just a minute longer and you would have had me,” she added, smiling wide.

“He looks like he might even know what he’s doing down there,” Savannah commented.

“He does indeed,” Jenny replied in confident confirmation.

“Your turn, Andy!” Brit said.

“First, I think I need a refill. Anyone else?”

“I’m thinking we get another round of margs AND we do shots! Who’s game?!” Savannah asked.

“Have you turned into Brit? Who are you?” Erin asked incredulously. “Actually, I don’t care. Hell yeah I’m in!”

Everyone agreed and soon we were dropping shots of tequila on a Tuesday night and chasing them with margaritas. What a weird life.

As we settled back on the couch, I tried to decide if I wanted to go through with my next idea for a dare. It could be taking things too far…

*******

“Sav, truth or dare?”

“Dare!”

“I am making an assumption here. But I dare you to go get one of your sex toys and use it on yourself until you come.”

“Wow. Somebody’s getting confident,” she replied with a sly smile.

The other women watched her as she got up, almost as if they were in disbelief about what she was about to do.

She gracefully disappeared down a hallway for a minute before re-emerging with her hands hidden behind her back.

“Whatcha got?” Erin asked eagerly.

“Oh, nothing,” Savannah said as she moved back to her spot. “Just this!”

She whipped out a small bullet vibrator as all the women gasped in excitement.

“Hell yeah!” Brit yelped.

“That’s one of my favorites. I have two actually,” Jenny purred with a knowing smile.

“Hmmm, you know, it’s going to be tough to use this with my shorts on though. Andy, could I get some help?” She stood up and held her hands open besides her hips, welcoming me to her.

“Yes, coach,” I said submissively. I crawled over to her on my hands and knees across the lush cream-colored carpet until my face was parked right in front of her crotch. She was wearing high-waisted yoga shorts similar to the ones that Brit previously had on, but in maroon. I was looking forward to seeing what she had on underneath.

“Go ahead,” she said authoritatively.

“Yes, coach,” I answered as I reached up for her waistband. With a deep breath, I began to lower her shorts. As I peeled them down her hips, I watched her cut ab lines run down into the waistband of a tiny pink athletic thong. It was intoxicating to be this close to her; even her scent was incredible. I felt her muscular ass jiggle a little bit as I slid the shorts over her cheeks.

“Very sexy,” I said, looking up at her as the shorts began to glide more easily now.

“That will do. Back to your spot,” she said dismissively as she waved me away.

She sat back down on the couch and spread her legs, turning on the vibrator which gave off a little hum. We all could see clearly that her panties were absolutely soaked through.

Savannah brought the vibrator down to her pussy and touched it to her clit through her underwear. “Ohhhh yes. This is going to be quick,” she moaned.

Looking around at the rest of us and smirking, she added, “Feel free to join me in the fun.”

I couldn’t help but immediately start stroking myself through my shorts as the other three women’s hands dove into their lower garments.

In between moans and whimpers, Savannah asked, “Jenny, truth or dare?”

“Dare. Please,” Jenny begged.

“I dare you to … ohhhhh yes, that feels so good … to strip down Andy and suck his cock.”

The women’s moans all grew louder as Jenny simply said, “Thank you.”

Jenny and I both stood up immediately and moved to the center. She wasted no time in pulling off my shirt and tossed it aside.

“Damn! The top half is impressive, too!” Brit called out.

“No kidding!” Jenny said excitedly. Before my injury, I had been working out quite aggressively over the last year and even an objective onlooker would say that I looked pretty cut. It felt good for my hard work to be admired.

Jenny dropped to her knees in front of me and yanked down my shorts without any ceremony.

“Holy fuck! Is that a dick or a pringles can?!” Brit hollered.

“Oh my lord! It’s even bigger than I had pictured!” Jenny said, licking her lips.

Through the hum of her vibrator, I heard Savannah quietly say to herself, “Wow. I bet that things would feel amazing.”

Wasting no time, Jenny took me in her mouth. She clearly had quite a bit of experience as she started doing things to me with her tongue and lips that I had never felt before. I knew she’d have me soon, especially with the stimulation of the other three women also pleasuring themselves quite loudly.

She progressively got more and more of my shaft into her until she nearly had it all. “Fuuuuck that feels good,” I groaned.

Suddenly, Savannah’s moans turned into ear splitting screeches of pleasure. Her back arched as she threw her head back over the couch cushions behind her, the vibrator remaining attached to her clit.

“Fuck! FUCK! FUUUUCKKKKKKK!” she wailed as her orgasm overcame her and she began writhing at the effect of her own hand.

This seemed to trigger a sort of chain reaction as Erin and Brit both also started orgasm with their own vocalizations and gyrations.

This was all too much for me. “Where do you want me to come? I’m close!” I asked Jenny.

Without missing a beat, she reached for the bottom of her shirt and bra, lifted them over her head, and urgently said, “My tits! Come on my tits!” as she returned her hands to my cock and continued pumping me.

It only took another couple of strokes until my orgasm overcame me like a sonic blast. Jets of hot cum blasted from my cock and began painting Jenny’s chest white. Spurt after spurt erupted from my tip as her eyes grew wide with surprise at the volume of viscous liquid I was spraying onto her.

“That’s a lot of fucking cum!” Brit observed now that her orgasm had begun to subside.

“Good god. Seriously, is that normal?” Savannah asked in bemused confusion.

As my own climax began to ebb and my release reduced to a negligible dribble, I regained the ability to speak as I said, “For me it is. I always come a lot.”

“Wow,” Erin said in disbelief.

Everyone took a moment to catch our breath as the highs from our orgasms started to come back down to earth. I looked around at the four women in disbelief at the collective erotic experience we had just shared.

“That was intense,” Jenny said finally. “I think I better go clean myself up.”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” Savannah replied as she seemed to come to her senses a bit more. “Do you want to shower, Jenny?”

“I think I’ll just go to the bathroom and wet down a towel to use. Although a snow shovel might be a more appropriate instrument considering the volume.”

“I think we probably all should get cleaned up. As much fun as this has been, we should be sharp for tomorrow’s game. Let me go grab a couple of towels from the bathroom before you get in there Jenny and we can all get our clothes back on.” As she said this last part, she gave me a side glance and grinned.

Soon enough, we had all dressed ourselves and were starting to say goodbyes.

“This has been really fun, Sav. Thanks for having us over,” I said as I gathered my things.

“Yeah, we have GOT to do this again,” Brit agreed.

“I definitely didn’t imagine things going this way tonight, but I have to agree that this wonderful. And I really needed it,” Savannah said earnestly.

“And now we know that Andy has a monster cock!” Jenny said excitedly. I did feel bad that she was the only who had missed out on an orgasm, but she didn’t seem upset about it.

“Don’t think that you’re going to be keeping that to yourself again in the future, Jenny,” Erin teased as she eyed me.

“We’re all going to need a turn eventually. I’m just surprised that the rest of the team isn’t fucking your brains out yet!” Brit said.

“Ooookay then,” Savannah said with finality, apparently feeling like Brit’s comment might have been a little much. “I think with that it’s time for you all to get out my house,” she announced semi-seriously.

“Okayyyyy. Good night, Sav. We’ve got Northwestern tomorrow, so don’t keep yourself up too late thinking about Andy’s dick,” Erin joked back as Savannah rolled her eyes and closed the door behind us.

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Chapter 5: Drunk Desires

“Hey, do you have class after practice tonight?”

I read the text message from Savannah and wondered what this question was about.

“Nope. Was just going to hit the library. A few assignments due later this week,” I replied. Whatever she might have in mind, the homework could wait, regardless of whether it was personal or team related. Plus, we had a game tomorrow afternoon so that meant I didn’t have to wake up early for weight training.

“Why?” I asked in a new message.

“It’s been a while, but I used to host coaches dinners a few times per season. I wanted to see if you and the others wanted to come over.”

Then, she added, “I’m making tacos :)”

“I’m in! What can I bring?”

“Just yourself :) See you at practice”

*******
As practice started to wind down later that evening, I had to admit I was pretty excited. It was one thing for us all to spend time together while traveling for the team, but it felt like another to be invited to one of their private homes completely voluntarily.

“You guys ready to roll? I laid out everything before I left so we’ll just need to heat up the meat when we get to my place.” Savannah asked the four of us as the team marched off to the locker room after practice.

“Let’s do it! I can drive Brit and Erin if you want to take Andy,” Jenny volunteered. Somehow I hadn’t even considered asking where Savannah lived or how I would get there and back.

“Yep. Andy, follow me,” Savannah agreed.

As we got to the parking lot I realized that we were headed for a sporty Mercedes. “Wow, Sav, nice car,” I complimented.

“Thanks,” she said flashing a grin.

We talked about the day’s practice as we made our way into Brookline and pulled up on a house that seemed much too large for a single woman.

“You live here??” I asked incredulously, although I immediately worried that the question could come off as offensive.

But she didn’t take it that way. “Yeah, my ex-husband made pretty good money and I don’t do too bad myself. Unfortunately, his high-paying job came with a slutty colleague as well. So I got the house.” It was said with a certain degree of finality that did not invite any further questions.

Her home was as gorgeous inside as it was out. Everything was immaculately decorated and in its proper place. I’d expected nothing less from one of the most Type-A people I’d ever known. The large living space was nice and open so the kitchen, dining area, and relaxing areas were all continuous. I still couldn’t believe how gigantic everything was.

Walking into the kitchen, I saw the spread that she had prepared including all the fixings. “Want help cooking the meat?” I asked, trying to be helpful.

“Sure! Get that pan over there heating on the stove and I’ll grab the meat and taco seasoning. Want a margarita while you work?”

“Definitely!” I replied, heading for the stove.

“Cheers!” she said as she handed me a glass and raised her own. We both took big gulps as the front door opened and in came the other three coaches.

“Getting started without us?? You two are naughty!” Brit said as she grabbed herself a glass. The other two grabbed their own as I started mixing up the beef and seasoning in the large pan.

“You know I love a man that can handle his meat in the kitchen,” Erin said coyly as the four of them sat down on barstools at the island facing me.

The chatter bounced from topic to topic as the alcohol flowed. Soon enough, it was done and ready to eat.

“Bon appetit!” Savannah announced after we had all loaded up our plates and sat down. “It’s nice to actually use this big old dining table. Usually it’s just me alone here eating on the couch watching film.”

“Glad to help!” Jenny said as she stuffed herself with tacos.

We each got our fill as we continued to drink down the margaritas that Savannah had prepared. Both the food and drink were delicious.

“I think we should play a game,” Brit said excitedly as we moved over to the huge sectional couch in a post-dinner stupor.

“Shouldn’t that be up to Sav? She is our host,” Jenny said, trying to keep Brit in check.

“Well is she opposed?” Brit asked sharply.

“Not at all. I was actually going to suggest the same thing,” Savannah replied.

“Great! I was thinking we should play truth, dare, or drink,” Brit suggested.

“Oh lord. This sounds dangerous,” Erin said.

“You know, it must have been 15 years since the last time I played truth or dare. Sounds like fun,” Jenny said.

“You know I’m in!” I said enthusiastically. “Sav?” I asked, looking over at her.

“Ugh. Fine, it’s probably a bad idea, but I’m in.” Her facade of exasperation was betrayed by the smile that widened on her beautiful face.

Her excitement palpable at this point, Brit jumped into her explanation: “Ok. Ground rules are that if you don’t answer fully truthfully or fail to complete the dare, you have to take a big gulp of your drink. No dares that go outside this house. No dares to happen at a later time; everything must be completed immediately. After you finish your turn, you choose who goes next. Oh, and you can only do two truths in a row. The third must be a dare. Any other ground rules?”

“Well…” Savannah started to say hesitantly, perhaps worried that things would get out of hand. But then must have thought better of it as she finished, “nope.”

Everyone else shook their heads in agreement.

“Great! I’ll go first,” Brit said. “Andy, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” I replied.

“This oughta be good,” Erin said.

“How many of our players have seen your cock?” Brit asked with a raise of her eyebrows.

“Brit! You can’t ask that!” Savannah said.

“What? He can drink if he doesn’t want to answer,” she said plainly.

I thought back to Callie seeing up my shorts and then the tip when we were on the plane. And of course, Erin saw it the other night, but she’s not a player. Speaking of which, I was surprised that none of the others had teased me about that; perhaps she hadn’t told them.

“Just one,” I said honestly.

“Seriously?! Wow, I’ve been letting you down! I suck as a wing-woman,” Brit replied.

I looked at the other women for a reaction, but their faces only gave away mild surprise. Maybe they, too, had imagined I had been using my position to my advantage.

“Who’s it going to be, Andy?” Jenny asked. I had forgotten that I was in charge of the next one.

“Alright, Jenny, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” she replied.

“Hmmm. Ok, how old was the youngest person you slept with in the last five years?”

Jenny immediately started to turn red. “28,” she answered quietly.

“That’s not true!” Erin shouted as the others similarly chastised her. “You have to drink!”

“Fine, fine, fine,” she said before taking down a big chug of margarita. I was left wondering what the real answer might be.

“Erin, truth or dare?”

“Oh what the hell, I’ll be brave. Dare!”

“I dare you … to give our friend Andy a sixty second lap dance!” She said with a wide grin. “That is, if he’s okay with it.”

“Oh that’s a good one,” Savannah commented as Erin started to get up, looking a little nervous.

“Put on some music, Sav,” Erin requested. Savannah started up a nice 90s R&B song as Erin approached me.

She started with her front towards me and slowly began squatting down as she ran her hands down my neck, the front of my chest, my abs, and then the outside of my hips and thighs, purposefully avoiding my crotch where my cock was quickly growing. She then popped back and turned around, bent at the hips so that her ass was at my eye level, and began shaking it in time with the music. I had to admit that she had some skills. Wearing loose and small athletic shorts, I could almost see what was underneath, but not quite. Every few seconds, she would bring her butt closer and closer to me until she was hovering just over my cock. My lacrosse shorts were nearly fully tented as she lowered herself enough for her ass to brush across my tip.

“Oh!” she yipped in surprise as she felt it poking her. Just then, the music stopped—her sixty seconds were up.

The other three women clapped for her as she stood back up straight and strutted back to her seat.

“Wow I think he liked that!” Jenny exclaimed as she saw what Erin was leaving behind. For once, I was glad to be wearing loose-fitting shorts.

“No kidding!” Brit called out.

Savannah just gave a low whistle of appreciation.

“My turn to ask next,” Erin said once she had settled down and taken a big drink of her margarita. “Savannah, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“When was the last time you got fucked?”

Her mouth fell open aghast initially. I thought she was just going to reach for her margarita to take the drink penalty instead of answering at all.

Instead, she took a second to compose herself and calmly said, “It’s been two years and three months.”

“HOLY SHIT!” Brit bellowed. “I can’t even remember the last time I went two weeks, let alone more than two years!”

“Far too long,” Erin said supportively.

Jenny, who was sitting next to Savannah on the sofa, sweetly reached up and rubbed her arm empathetically. Though I did not have as active a sex life as Brit, I also struggled to imagine going quite that long without intimacy. Her marriage must have been difficult.

Savannah took a long drink to finish her margarita and seemed to intentionally put on a happier face as she asked, “Who needs a refill?” All of us downed what was left of our drinks in solidarity and got up to get more with her.

Once returned to the couch, Savannah had perked back up. She said. “Ok! My turn! Andy, truth or dare?”

“You’re skipping me?!” Brit ejaculated in outrage.

“Truth,” I answered.

“What’s the oldest woman you’ve ever fucked?”

“I’m not sure of her exact age, by I think she was about 45 or so the last time we had sex.”

“Really!?” Jenny excitedly exclaimed, looking me over with even more interest. “Who?” she asked softly.

“Only one secret at a time,” I tutted. Turning my attention, I went on, “Alright, Brit, I guess we should let you go. Truth or dare?”

“Dare! Please!”

“I dare you to go make two more tacos and stuff them both in your mouth at the same time,” I ordered.

“God, that is such a college boy dare,” Brit said downcast, seemingly hoping for something more exciting. “Fine.”

She went back into the kitchen and made herself a plate and came back to the sofa, moping about her instructions.

“Here I go,” she said as she rolled her eyes and pushed them into her mouth.

“We all know that’s not the first time you tasted two tacos at once,” Erin teased. Everyone burst out laughing and I was sure that Brit was going to start spewing ground beef and salsa all over Savannah’s lovely furniture. Fortunately, she kept it down as tears ran down her cheeks from trying to hold in the laughter. Afters she swallowed, she admitted, “That was a good one, Erin. I almost lost it there.”

“Erin, back to you. Truth or dare?” Brit asked.

“I’ll take truth this time.”

“Did anything happen between you and Andy in Florida after we got back?”

She took a moment to think, then replied, “Yes.”

The others waited with big eyes and their mouths open for her to say more, but she just wiggled her eyebrows and took a sip of her drink.

“I knew it!” Brit shouted. “What fucking happened?”

“You’ll have to wait for my next turn,” she answered coyly.

“You’re so annoying sometimes,” Brit huffed. “Take your next turn.”

“Savannah, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Ever since seeing his bulge in the weight room, how often do you think about it?” Erin asked with a sly grin.

“Not at all,” Savannah said with a big smile. Then she picked up her drink and took a massive gulp to go along with her lie, nearly emptying half the glass and making all of us crack up laughing.

“You dirty dog,” Jenny said, giving her a slap on the shoulder. “But I can’t say I blame you.”

“Jenny, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Alright, when was the last time you masturbated?”

Quickly and matter-of-factly, she answered, “This morning, of course, just like every morning. It’s part of a healthy routine.”

“Andy, truth or dare?”

“I think the rules say I have to pick dare.”

“Oh yeah, true. Savannah, do you have a tape measure.”

“Yeah, it’s in the drawer next to the stove, why?” Savannah replied.

“Andy, I dare you to go get that tape measure and go find out how long and how thick your cock is. I gotta know.”

“OOOoooooohhhh,” all three of the other ladies howled.

“The bathroom is down the hall,” Savannah said pointing.

“Unless you want to do it out here!” Brit suggested giddily.

“Uh, I think I’ll go to the bathroom.” I was so beyond turned on hearing these women excitedly talk about my cock. I couldn’t imagine being any harder than I was right now.

I grabbed the flexible tape measure from the drawer and took it to the bathroom. I hadn’t measured in a couple years and I was excited to see that I had grown a little.

I proudly walked back out to the main living area, my cock aggressively bouncing around inside my shorts, and announced, “One tick under eight inches long. Five and three quarter inches around.”

“Ho. Lee. Shit,” Brit said as her mouth hung open.

“Those are quite impressive stats,” Jenny said. I could see her face reddening with heat as she thought about my report.

I couldn’t help but smile wide as all four of the women stared dumbly at the tent in my lap.

“Ahem,” I began. They all blinked a couple times before looking back at my face. “Brit, truth or dare?”

Her face twisted. “You’re just gonna do another stupid dare. I choose truth.”

“What’s your favorite sex position?”

“Oh that’s easy. I love it from behind in doggy. It just hits different.”

The rest of the women nodded along in moderate agreement.

“Jenny, truth or dare?” Brit asked.

“I’m out of truths for now. Dare.”

“Hell yeah. Let’s turn things up a notch. I dare you to stick your fingers in your shorts and show us how wet you are.”

“What makes you think—” she started to protest, but then gave up. She leaned back and slid her hands beneath her pink Nike running shorts. Her breathe shortened for a minute as she touched herself. Then she pulled back out and held up three fingers to show us. They were absolutely drenched.

“Andy, dare you to taste ‘em,” Brit said in jest.

She may have been joking, but I wanted it. I slid over to Jenny and said, “Can I?”

Chapter 6.2: The Coaches Dinner pt 2

The Lacrosse Team Story Hub

Chapter 4: A Mile High

Over two weeks since my injury, my team’s physical training staff said that while my ankle was healing, it was doing so more slowly than they would have liked. They increased my physical therapy sessions in hopes that it would speed things up, but they started to worry that I might not be back playing with the men’s team until the second half of the season. It was a major blow to my aspirations as a player. I tried to see the silver lining though—I would get to continue helping with the women’s team, which I was greatly enjoying.

After our recent travels, I tried to avoid hanging around the team too much, though several players had suggested that I should come “have some fun” with them there before or after practice. Word on the women’s team traveled fast, and it seemed that most everyone knew about the plane-ride handjob with Callie. The only person whose attitude toward me hadn’t changed was Coach Sav; either she wasn’t in on the team gossip or was simply ignoring it. My guess was the latter.

As practice finished on Friday afternoon, she walked towards me.

I began, “I’m feeling good about tomorrow. I think Florida should be no problem for us as long as we stay focused.”

“I agree, we’re well-prepared and they don’t have the firepower to match us if we can stay disciplined on defense. Looking forward to the trip?” she asked.

“Very much. This winter just won’t seem to give it up. I can’t wait for the warmth.” I had been checking the forecast multiple times a day. While Boston hovered in the low 30s still, Tallahassee would be a balmy 79.

“Yeah, I think all of us could use the break. Speaking of our trip, I know last week we shared a room. But Coach Erin asked if you wanted to share a room with her this weekend.” Anticipating my next question, she said, “Jenny and I would share instead and Brit usually just shares with one of the players, or falls asleep drunk somewhere,” she added with an eye roll.

“Yeah, that’s fine with me. Did she say why?”

“Not a clue. You’ll have to ask her yourself. See you tomorrow.” As was her style, she abruptly ended the conversation and walked away from me. She was a busy woman.

*******

On the flight down to Florida, I actually had some homework to do, so I didn’t mind that I was stuffed in a row with two random strangers. They let me work on the paper I had due on Tuesday without trying to talk to me. I was glad to finish it and know that I wouldn’t have anything else to catch up on when I got back to Boston.

When we arrived at Florida State University, I was struck by just how massive the school was. We had traveled to play there my freshman year, but I had forgotten just how much bigger the university was than our own. As we walked towards the player facilities and field, Erin sidled up next to me and said, “Sav said we’re sharing a room tonight?”

“Oh yeah, she let me know that you wanted to swap me in for Jenny. But I honestly wondered if Sav was just trying to get rid of me,” I replied with a smile.

Erin chuckled at this. “No, I suggested it. I just thought it might be a little more … fun for all of us,” she said with a wink. “I hope you brought something you can go out in tonight!”

As soon as she said that, one of the members of team got her attention to ask about one of the intricacies of a play that we were putting into the game this week. I was left curious about what sort of fun she might have been imagining for us.

Apparently they didn’t have a meeting room for us in the athletic center, so I was forced to join the team in the locker room. I did my best to glue my eyes to the wall in order to keep it professional and avoid ogling the players.

Seeing my apparent discomfort, Brit teased, “You good, Andy? You look like you’re about to pop a blood vessel.”

“Oh, yeah. It’s chill. No big deal,” I answered with attempted nonchalance.

“Oh really? Then why does it look like a snake might have slithered into the locker room,” Erin taunted as she glanced down at my crotch where my bulge was growing against my will. The other three looked down with her and I heard Jenny gasp quietly.

“You’re a fuckin’ horn dog,” Brit mocked crassly.

“Takes one to know one. And if the roles were reversed, I’m sure you’d be responding the same,” I teased back, deciding that it was pointless to get embarrassed now.

“No, I most certainly would not be getting a boner in the men’s locker room,” Brit sassily snapped with a smug eyebrow raise.

“Alright, alright. It’s time to get started,” Savannah said with a chuckle. “Andy, take some deep breaths or something. I don’t want the girls getting distracted,” she teased before walking to the center of the locker room and calling the team to attention.

I was grateful for something else to focus on and eventually the tent in my khakis slowly deconstructed. As she finished and sent the team out to the field, Erin whispered in my ear, “You know, I’m hoping I’ll get to see a little more of that reptile in your pants tonight.” She casually joined the players as I felt my cock twitch in my pants again.

*******

As I had predicted, we won the game with ease, beating them by a cool seven goals. I had not been there when the team lost the first game of the season against UMass, but they had won every game since, and that one had been an exhibition game anyway.

Gratefully, I was able to sit with the coaches in the locker room with my back towards the team and this time they didn’t give me any flack for it.

“What should we do tonight after team dinner?” Brit asked the four of us, always the first one to bring up opportunities for fun.

Surprising everyone, Savannah was the first one to respond. “Think we can find somewhere to go dancing? I had a lot of fun last weekend.”

“I’m sure we can!” Brit replied enthusiastically. We were all excited that Savannah seemed so interested in joining us after last weekend. Maybe she really was turning over a new leaf.

“Let’s do it!” Erin said as Jenny and I nodded along eagerly. “Meet in our room to get ready?”

“Perfect,” Savannah replied.

*******

After finishing dinner and making sure that the players were all settled, Erin and I headed for our room as the other three went to stop by theirs before joining us.

As we walked in and put our stuff down on the beds, she turned towards me and asked, “You ready to have some fun tonight?”

“Hell yeah! I love hanging out with you four!”

“Hmmm. The kind of fun I had in mind is a little more … exciting,” she said, pulling her shirt up over her head. She was still wearing her sports bra, but I enjoyed getting to see her taut tummy nonetheless.

“You like what you see?” she asked.

“I’d love to see more,” I replied, trying my luck.

“Bold, aren’t we?” she retorted with an eye brow raise as she unexpectedly slid off her shorts to reveal a pair of sage green bikini cut cotton panties. “Your turn,” she smirked. Excited to join her, I quickly pulled off my shirt.

“And the pants,” she directed. I unzipped and let my pants fall to the floor, my hardening dick grateful to be released from its confines as my boxers began to tent aggressively. A wide smile crept over her face.

I thought she was going to stop there and put on a dress or go into the bathroom to finish getting ready, but instead she reached up to grab the hem of her bra and slow lifted up. Out popped two cute tits with cherry nipples on ivory skin. Her boobs were not big, but they suited her lithe body perfectly.

“Wow,” I said quietly. My cock was fully erect at this point, my boxers flying like a proud flag.

While I was still appreciating her upper body, I suddenly realized she was reaching for the waistband of her underwear and peeled them down over her ass and down her long white legs.

“Oh my god,” I whispered in disbelief of what I was seeing. Her pussy had a tiny landing strip of that reddish blonde hair perched atop lean runner’s legs. She looked incredibly sexy.

“Dare to join me?” she asked mischievously.

“Fuck yes” I replied defiantly.

I yanked down my boxers, exposing my rigid member. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened as they glued themselves to my crotch.

“Like what you see?” I asked with a smirk, enjoying being able to throw back her earlier question.

“Uh-huh,” she uttered, nodding her head as if transfixed. “Holy shit. You’re fucking huge!” she said excitedly. “Sav wasn’t kidding.”

Just then, there was a knock at the door and we could hear Brit jabbering away on the other side. “Let us in!” she called.

Erin swiftly grabbed her bag and snuck into the bathroom. “Would you grab that?” she asked over her shoulder with a devilish smirk, leaving me standing naked in the middle of our hotel room staring at her naked ass disappearing behind the closing door.

They knocked again. “C’mon! We’ve got the alcohol! What’s taking so long?!”

“Uhhh. One second!” I called out, finally snapping into action. I scurried around to quickly grab my clothes for going out and threw them haphazardly on my body.

I opened the door to see Savannah, Brit, and Jenny standing in the hallway all looking gorgeous in skin-tight dresses.

“What took you so long?” Savannah asked as she led the parade into the room. “And where’s Erin?”

“She’s … uh … getting ready in the bathroom.”

“Huh. And why’s your face so red?” Savannah pressed on with a grin. She obviously had some suspicions.

“It’s just a little warm in here,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

“Andy?” I looked over at Jenny. “Your, um, shirt’s on backwards,” she said quietly, trying not to embarrass me. But it was to no avail as Brit and Savannah both started cackling.

“Well, whatever the fuck was going on in here when we arrived, I think we should do shots!” Brit said, holding up a bottle of rum and diverting our attention.

I quickly turned around and took my shirt off to flip it around when Erin emerged from the bathroom. She looked stunning in a scarlet dress that started to get my dick going again.

“Cheers!” Brit yelled, as she pushed a plastic shot glass into my hands. We all downed a couple shots before we were ready to hit the town…

*******
The five of us stumbled back into the hotel quite inebriated and rather sweaty from our night checking out a couple different bars. The women had all enjoyed grinding up on me all night and a couple of them had even started to get a bit handsy, touching my cock through my pants, particularly Erin. Ready for bed, we all said “Goodnight” and split towards our respective rooms.

As soon as the door closed behind Erin and I, she pushed me up against the wall and began aggressively making out with me. Her tongue swung wildly in my mouth while her hands ran up and down my body like she was a feral animal. My cock sprung back to life in my pants as it quickly began filling with blood.

“God, I’ve been waiting to this all night. Now let’s fuck,” she said as she clumsily grasped at the buttons on my untucked shirt.

“Erin, we’re drunk, we shouldn’t do this,” I protested in between sloppy kisses.

“Oh c’monnn,” she begged, still unable to get my buttons undone. “I’ve been thinking about that incredible cock for hours. I won’t be able to sleep until I’ve properly come.”

“Okay, how about this. Why don’t we both strip down—“

“I’m liking this already,” she said, interrupting me.

I continued anyway, “Both strip down and pleasure ourselves separately. If we still want to do more, I’m sure we’ll have another more sober opportunity in the future.”

“Finnnnnne,” she whined. “I guess you’re probably right. As long as I get to see that big hard dick again,” she said with excitement. “Pull! It! Out! Pull! It! Out!” she began chanting belligerently.

“Shhhhh! You’re going to wake up the neighbors!”

“Fuck ‘em! I want them to be jealous of what I’m getting over here!” she snapped back obstinately. Erin was normally the most responsible and self-aware of the group, so I knew she must be hammered if she was willing to be so ornery and uncaring.

“Ok! Ok!” I replied, trying to get her to quiet down. “I’ll take my clothes off,” I agreed.

“Dance for me, lover boy,” she slurred as she plopped herself down onto her bed and watched me.

I rolled my eyes, but started swaying my hips reluctantly anyway, afraid of the volume that would come out of her mouth if I didn’t.

“Sexyyyy,” she cooed unabashedly.

I again rolled my eyes as my shirt came off. “You have really nice muscles,” she said. “Nice and firm and defined. I bet you make for a nice solid base to ride on!”

Committed to finishing this out, I ignored her and reached for the button on my pants. “Yess. Let me see that big fucking dick again,” she pleaded.

I slid my pants down over my legs and dropped them on the floor. My cock was back at full attention, straining against the material of my boxers.

“Wait!” she suddenly said as she got up off the bed, though she was sort of tilting to one side. “Help me take off my dress. I want to touch myself.” She turned her back to me so I could undo her zipper. As I was doing so, she sneakily reached down and grabbed my cock through my boxers. “Are you sure you shouldn’t fuck me with this thing?” she asked lasciviously.

I had to admit that her hand felt good wrapped around my shaft, even through the fabric, and I dearly wanted to give in. But we were both beyond the point we could really consent, and I had to put my foot down, even though it killed me to do so.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I said with a projection of confidence as I stepped back.

She turned back towards me as she dropped her dress to the floor. It was at that moment that I learned she hadn’t been wearing anything underneath it all night. She held out her arms in displays as she grinned at me devilishly and asked, “You’re really going to say no to this?”

Somehow, she looked even more desireable now than she had earlier.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I groaned and swallowed hard. “Unfortunately, yes,” I said defeatedly.

“Hope you don’t regret it,” she teased as she fell back into bed and sat up against the headboard. She spread her legs wide and I got my first peek at her pussy. She had tiny inner lips that were vibrantly pink in color and wow did she look moist. The entire area glistened with her juices.

As I stood next to the edge of my bed, she seductively lowered her fingers to her slit and slid her middle finger inside of herself. “This could be your cock if you had wanted it,” she said enticingly as she began pumping it in and out of herself.

I had to admit that I wanted it more than anything. If only we weren’t so drunk.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to get naked and join me?” she pushed as she added her index finger to her moist slit. I snapped out of my trance and realized I had just been stock-still with my hand wrapped around my boxer-covered cock.

I grabbed the waistband of my underwear and pulled down, my dick springing back up to parallel with the floor as soon as the garment dropped.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” Erin yelled, again at risk of waking any neighbors. Her fingers slid out of her and began quickly working her clit as her breath quickened and her face grew redder. Her eyes remained attached to my crotch. “I want that thing in me so bad!”

Holding firm, I dropped back onto the bed and began slowly stroking myself. I already had generated plenty pre-cum to lube up my hand, but I didn’t want to come before her.

“It even makes your hand look small. I bet it would make mine look absolutely minuscule … if you let me touch it,” she teased, her sentences now accented by moans and gasping breaths.

I simply ignored her now, as I remained transfixed by her fingers around her clit. The scarlet nail polish becoming a blur of color as she worked faster and faster. I could tell she was getting close now as her moans grew in intensity and volume.

“Someday, you’re going to pound this pussy. Mark my words,” she hollered. “And by god it’s going to be some of the best sex either of us will have ever had.”

“Someday, I’m going to tear that pussy up,” I replied, joining the fun shit-talking.

“Oh really?” she retorted defiantly, clearly excited that I was getting into it with her.

“You’re going to be begging for me to stop because it feels too overwhelmingly good. I’m going to ruin every other cock for you and every other man will feel inadequate for the rest of your life…”

With this, she finally sent herself over the edge. “Goddddddddd!!!!” she screamed as came hard. She threw her head back into the pillows as her back arched and her legs started shaking violently, snapping closed around her hand. “Shitttttttt,” she moaned.

I continued stroking myself as I watched her writhing in blissful pleasure. I was getting close now, too, excited by seeing her make herself orgasm while thinking about and staring at my hard cock.

Eventually, she re-opened her eyes and sat back up as she returned her gaze to my throbbing member. “I want to see you come, Andy. Come for me! Come for me!” she ordered.

I felt my orgasm slowly building in my balls and rising up my shaft. I couldn’t help but start to moan knowing that I was right on the edge now.

“I’m gonna come!” I shouted.

“Come for me!” she called again, just as I hit my own climax. I began erupting all over my own stomach and chest as each spurt brought with it a wave of pleasure. My cock pulsed in my hand as it continued to unload rope after rope onto my abdomen. Even for me, this felt like a lot of cum.

“Holy shit!” she ejaculated. “That’s fucking hot!”

I dropped my head back onto the bed as I let my orgasm continue to wash over me until it started to ebb away and I realized just how sticky I was.

“Next time, I want to be the one covered in your cum,” she said with a greedy smile.

“That felt good,” I said with a sigh of relief. “I think I better go shower though.”

“Can I join you?” she asked excitedly, though still clearly drunkenly.

“No, I still don’t think that’s a good idea,” I replied sorrowfully as I slipped into the bathroom to wash.

*******

The alarm went off much earlier than I felt like it should. My head felt like it had been run over by a fleet of monster trucks and I was a bit surprised to realize that I was in bed naked.

Across the room, I saw Erin start to open her eyes in her bed. She had been asleep and under the covers by the time I emerged from my shower last night.

“Ughhhh. What the fuck happened last night?” she moaned as if in pain.

“I think we went a little too hard,” I replied.

“Holy shit! I’m naked!” she observed with alarm. “Did we…?” There was panic in her face.

“No. You really really wanted to, but I refused. We did each make ourselves come though, so that fun.”

“Wait, I do remember that. Oh god, that’s sooooo mortifying,” she said with a groan as her face grew red with embarrassment.

“No, no. It was really fucking hot. I had such a hard time turning you down. I wanted it, too,” I said. “Luckily, you promised me there would be other opportunities,” I added with a wink.

“Oh, did I?” she asked with a scoff. “We’ll have to see about that, but for now we gotta go. We have to be out at the bus in 30 minutes!”

With that, she wrapped the sheet around her, still apparently somewhat embarrassed by her state of undress, as she slid into the bathroom to shower. But just a moment later, her head popped back out. “Hey, Andy?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for being a good guy,” she said with a genuine smile.

“Anytime,” I replied as she disappeared again and I started to gather my things for the return trip.

The Lacrosse Team Story Hub

Chapter 3: False Modesty

The blaring alarm woke up both Savannah and I after what felt like less than 20 minutes of actual sleep. I felt like absolute shit.

“Damn,” I heard her sigh as she reached over to turn it off. “Up and at ‘em. Let’s go,” she called over to me. “We’ve got to meet the bus in 20 minutes.”

I picked up my phone to assess the time and see if I had any notifications. Just one text, it was from Coach Brit 20 minutes ago. Last I saw her she was basically passed out drunk so I amazed that she would have been up before us. All it said was, “Sit next to Callie on the way home.”

I recalled the incident from a few days ago in the weight room when the Callie had gotten a view up my shorts as I spotted her on bench press. Not one of my finest moments. Now, I wondered what this text was about.

Wearing simple black sweatpants and a hoodie, I scooted out to the curb to wait for the bus with Savannah. Half of the team was already there including Brit and Erin. Brit looked surprisingly well despite the rough night previous, although Erin had definite bags under her eyes.

“Good morning. You see my text?” Brit asked slyly so that only I could hear.

“Yeah. What’s the deal?”

“I’m your wing woman, remember?” she replied with a wink.

Sure enough, as we boarded the bus and Savannah passed out boarding passes, I saw that I would be sitting next to Callie on the plane. And as we pushed away from the gate for takeoff, I learned that not only was I sitting next to her, but somehow we had our own row. I was in the window and she was in the middle seat.

“Feel free to spread out if you’d like,” the flight attendant said to Callie.

“I think I’m good here. Thanks, though!” she said cheerfully. Callie was a girl that could easily be described as a drop of sunshine: Tall, beach blond hair, and a constantly positive demeanor. On top of that, she was captain of the defense and a great leader. It was probably why she was so close to Brit, the assistant coach in charge of defense.

Also being a defender on the men’s team, we clicked naturally. We talked about yesterday’s game and what went wrong when the defense let Duke back in the game towards the end. There were a few switches that we had missed that left someone open with a clear shot at the goal, which was a sure recipe for disaster.

After reviewing the game, Callie started asking how I was enjoying working with them so far and what I thought of the other coaches. “I know you guys went out last night and got hammered. Did you have fun?”

I struggled to determine how much to share as I couldn’t tell how much Brit had already told her or what would be appropriate. I must have looked puzzled, because she added, “Brit pretty much tells me everything. She was the defensive captain when I was a sophomore so we’ve always been close. Honestly we’re probably too close,” she laughed.

As had already been made evident to me before, normal boundaries between coaches, players, and one another seemed to be moot with this group. I guess I’d just have to go with the flow.

“Yeah, we had a good time. Coach Sav even came out with us.”

“Really?!” Callie asked excitedly. “That’s great! She seems to have been a lot more stressed since last summer so I’m glad she was able to blow off some steam.”

Not being sure how much Callie or any of the other players might know about Savannah’s divorce, I didn’t want to over-share. “Yeah, we danced, drank, and had a good time.”

“Did you guys talk about the weight room incident?” Callie asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

I was gobsmacked and again unsure what to say.

She went on, “Don’t be so stressed. We were all there. After I looked up your shorts, and Angela got you riled up doing squats, we all saw your boner and Coach Sav absolutely couldn’t keep her eyes of you. It was hot.”

“Oh … wow … I, uh, didn’t realize it was that obvious.”

“C’mon, dude. That thing is a monster. You thought you could keep it hidden in a room of horny women?! Coach Sav wasn’t the only one looking. Maybe you are dumber than you look. I will say that for me, I’ve been thinking about it constantly since I took a peek up your boxers that morning.” She had a devilish grin on her face.

Again unsure how to respond, all I said was, “Umm … thank you … I guess.” As much as I tried to keep in control of my heart rate, this conversation about my dick was getting me excited.

She stuck her neck up and looked around the rest of the plane as she casually placed her hand on my thigh. Then, she leaned in and whispered, “Can I touch it?”

This question came as a surprise to say the least, but it immediately got me feeling even more aroused. She stared directly at my crotch and I could feel my dick filling with blood beneath the loose fabric of the sweatpants. I looked around just as she had a moment ago. There was a group of three of her teammates across the aisle, but they all seemed to be sleeping soundly.

“Right here?” I asked. “What if someone sees us?”

“I’ll be sneaky,” she said with a wink.

“Uhh sure.” I said.

Her hand slid up from my thigh over my growing member. “Oh wow. That feels thicker than I would have guessed.”

She continued sliding her hand up and down my shaft from outside of my sweatpants. Within a minute it had reached it full size. And if one looked carefully, they would see that the tip was sticking out of my waistband.

When Callie realized this, her breath caught and she said, “Oh wow. That’s new.” This only encouraged her hand to pump her hand harder as her thumb made a pass over my exposed head with each rep. I did my best to keep myself from humming from the pleasure

“Do you think I can make you come?” she whispered in my ear.

“I think you’re about to,” I gasped back. And I was right. With her next pump my orgasm coursed through me as I began spurting cum up onto the exposed bit of stomach between my waistband and the bottom of my sweatshirt.

“Holy fuck,” she whispered back. Her breath was also irregular as she excitedly watched me explode onto myself. But she did not stop her pumping as her hand continued to ride up and down my length until the last dribble escaped my tip.

“You’ve made quite a mess,” she purred as she continued squeezing me through my pants, despite beginning to soften. “Don’t worry. I’ve got wet wipes in my bag,” she said with a smile. “I’ll clean you up.”

“Wow, there’s so much,” she observed as she had to use several wipes and tissues to get it all. “Maybe someday we won’t need the wipes,” she said coyly as the plane’s captain came over the PA and announced that we were preparing for landing.

“That sounds nice,” I replied dumbly, still in disbelief of what just happened.

“Sir, you need to put your seat up,” the flight attendant said, surprising me.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” I said as I mechanically followed her orders.

Waiting in the baggage claim area, Brit slid up next me with a wicked smile and asked, “Nice flight?”

“Are there no secrets anymore?” I asked in false outrage.

“Callie texted me as soon as we landed. She said it’s even more impressive than she originally thought. Can’t wait until it’s my turn to get a look,” she teased with a wink and a quick glance down towards my crotch.

The Lacrosse Team Story Hub

Chapter 3: False Modesty

The blaring alarm woke up both Savannah and I after what felt like less than 20 minutes of actual sleep. I felt like absolute shit.

“Damn,” I heard her sigh as she reached over to turn it off. “Up and at ‘em. Let’s go,” she called over to me. “We’ve got to meet the bus in 20 minutes.”

I picked up my phone to assess the time and see if I had any notifications. Just one text, it was from Coach Brit 20 minutes ago. Last I saw her she was basically passed out drunk so I amazed that she would have been up before us. All it said was, “Sit next to Callie on the way home.”

I recalled the incident from a few days ago in the weight room when the Callie had gotten a view up my shorts as I spotted her on bench press. Not one of my finest moments. Now, I wondered what this text was about.

Wearing simple black sweatpants and a hoodie, I scooted out to the curb to wait for the bus with Savannah. Half of the team was already there including Brit and Erin. Brit looked surprisingly well despite the rough night previous, although Erin had definite bags under her eyes.

“Good morning. You see my text?” Brit asked slyly so that only I could hear.

“Yeah. What’s the deal?”

“I’m your wing woman, remember?” she replied with a wink.

Sure enough, as we boarded the bus and Savannah passed out boarding passes, I saw that I would be sitting next to Callie on the plane. And as we pushed away from the gate for takeoff, I learned that not only was I sitting next to her, but somehow we had our own row. I was in the window and she was in the middle seat.

“Feel free to spread out if you’d like,” the flight attendant said to Callie.

“I think I’m good here. Thanks, though!” she said cheerfully. Callie was a girl that could easily be described as a drop of sunshine: Tall, beach blond hair, and a constantly positive demeanor. On top of that, she was captain of the defense and a great leader. It was probably why she was so close to Brit, the assistant coach in charge of defense.

Also being a defender on the men’s team, we clicked naturally. We talked about yesterday’s game and what went wrong when the defense let Duke back in the game towards the end. There were a few switches that we had missed that left someone open with a clear shot at the goal, which was a sure recipe for disaster.

After reviewing the game, Callie started asking how I was enjoying working with them so far and what I thought of the other coaches. “I know you guys went out last night and got hammered. Did you have fun?”

I struggled to determine how much to share as I couldn’t tell how much Brit had already told her or what would be appropriate. I must have looked puzzled, because she added, “Brit pretty much tells me everything. She was the defensive captain when I was a sophomore so we’ve always been close. Honestly we’re probably too close,” she laughed.

As had already been made evident to me before, normal boundaries between coaches, players, and one another seemed to be moot with this group. I guess I’d just have to go with the flow.

“Yeah, we had a good time. Coach Sav even came out with us.”

“Really?!” Callie asked excitedly. “That’s great! She seems to have been a lot more stressed since last summer so I’m glad she was able to blow off some steam.”

Not being sure how much Callie or any of the other players might know about Savannah’s divorce, I didn’t want to over-share. “Yeah, we danced, drank, and had a good time.”

“Did you guys talk about the weight room incident?” Callie asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

I was gobsmacked and again unsure what to say.

She went on, “Don’t be so stressed. We were all there. After I looked up your shorts, and Angela got you riled up doing squats, we all saw your boner and Coach Sav absolutely couldn’t keep her eyes of you. It was hot.”

“Oh … wow … I, uh, didn’t realize it was that obvious.”

“C’mon, dude. That thing is a monster. You thought you could keep it hidden in a room of horny women?! Coach Sav wasn’t the only one looking. Maybe you are dumber than you look. I will say that for me, I’ve been thinking about it constantly since I took a peek up your boxers that morning.” She had a devilish grin on her face.

Again unsure how to respond, all I said was, “Umm … thank you … I guess.” As much as I tried to keep in control of my heart rate, this conversation about my dick was getting me excited.

She stuck her neck up and looked around the rest of the plane as she casually placed her hand on my thigh. Then, she leaned in and whispered, “Can I touch it?”

This question came as a surprise to say the least, but it immediately got me feeling even more aroused. She stared directly at my crotch and I could feel my dick filling with blood beneath the loose fabric of the sweatpants. I looked around just as she had a moment ago. There was a group of three of her teammates across the aisle, but they all seemed to be sleeping soundly.

“Right here?” I asked. “What if someone sees us?”

“I’ll be sneaky,” she said with a wink.

“Uhh sure.” I said.

Her hand slid up from my thigh over my growing member. “Oh wow. That feels thicker than I would have guessed.”

She continued sliding her hand up and down my shaft from outside of my sweatpants. Within a minute it had reached it full size. And if one looked carefully, they would see that the tip was sticking out of my waistband.

When Callie realized this, her breath caught and she said, “Oh wow. That’s new.” This only encouraged her hand to pump her hand harder as her thumb made a pass over my exposed head with each rep. I did my best to keep myself from humming from the pleasure

“Do you think I can make you come?” she whispered in my ear.

“I think you’re about to,” I gasped back. And I was right. With her next pump my orgasm coursed through me as I began spurting cum up onto the exposed bit of stomach between my waistband and the bottom of my sweatshirt.

“Holy fuck,” she whispered back. Her breath was also irregular as she excitedly watched me explode onto myself. But she did not stop her pumping as her hand continued to ride up and down my length until the last dribble escaped my tip.

“You’ve made quite a mess,” she purred as she continued squeezing me through my pants, despite beginning to soften. “Don’t worry. I’ve got wet wipes in my bag,” she said with a smile. “I’ll clean you up.”

“Wow, there’s so much,” she observed as she had to use several wipes and tissues to get it all. “Maybe someday we won’t need the wipes,” she said coyly as the plane’s captain came over the PA and announced that we were preparing for landing.

“That sounds nice,” I replied dumbly, still in disbelief of what just happened.

“Sir, you need to put your seat up,” the flight attendant said, surprising me.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” I said as I mechanically followed her orders.

Waiting in the baggage claim area, Brit slid up next me with a wicked smile and asked, “Nice flight?”

“Are there no secrets anymore?” I asked in false outrage.

“Callie texted me as soon as we landed. She said it’s even more impressive than she originally thought. Can’t wait until it’s my turn to get a look,” she teased with a wink and a quick glance down towards my crotch.