SOCCER—CHAPTER
SEVEN
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“Huh?”
I was
still half asleep and hadn’t heard Zarah enter the room.
“Can I see
it? Yer woodie?”
Without
waiting for my reply she lifted the sheets. Her tiny hands opened my fly and
released my hard-on. Her fingers stroked its length caressing it like a
precious object. For a split second I enjoyed the grope but then I was
wide-awake, pulling the sheets back over my body.
“Mmmm,”
Zarah smiled admiringly, “It’s a lot bigger than the others I’ve seen. Boys my
age such have thin cocks. Yours is long and
meaty. Lindy was right that men have real cocks. Yours is good enough to eat
for breakfast.”
I shooed
her out of the room. I still had this raging hard-on and jerked off. But as I
spewed my seed into my cupped hand, I closed my eyes and thought of Zarah.
It was
around Easter and we had a heavy schedule of games over the holiday. I was
getting some playing time, usually off the bench, backing up the two aging
fullbacks on the team. After an indifferent start to the season we were making
a push for one of the play-off spots. There were three of us teenagers who were
breaking into the first team, and at seventeen I was the youngest. The club’s
success was attracting notice and it was rumored that scouts from bigger sides
were looking us over for talent.
* * *
A couple of
weeks later it happened. It was mid-morning on a Sunday and I was sleeping in.
We’d had a tough game the day before which I started, played in ankle deep mud
that made it a hard slog. My body ached from the bruises.
Zarah came
into the room without knocking. I was awake but dozing, and peeked through my
shut eyes. I didn’t know if it was June or her daughter. Zarah was wearing a
white singlet and a tight pair of shorts. She bounced onto my narrow bed.
“Wakey,
wakey!” she yelled, shaking my shoulders. “It’s my birthday. Where’s me
prezzie?”
“Hey I
didn’t know. I’ll get you something later.” I pushed her away but she jumped
right back into my face.
“I want it
now!” she demanded and started kissing my face. I shook my head. “I want it now
and I know what I want.”
She was
straddling me and ground her torso against my groin. It actually hurt—I’d been
‘accidentally’ kneed during the previous day’s match—but I was also growing
hard.
“Come on,”
she implored, “I’m fourteen now…
“Your mum…
what about your mum?” I protested.
“She’s
gone down to the shops. She won’t be back for hours.”
I was hard
now and giving in.
“I want
your bat in my gift box.” I could tell she’d rehearsed that line. “Now!” she
added emphatically.
“Okay.”
I had
submitted.
I knew I
probably wasn’t going to sleep with June again. Even if she did get drunk again
and wanted to. My infatuation with Zarah’s mom had pretty much dried up and I
saw June for what she was—a dumpy middle-age woman who wore a hard life. Unlike
Zarah who was lithe, vivacious and enthusiastically wanted me. Now.
She peeled
off her white vest. The little breasts that she had flashed at me so many times
pushed into my face. Eagerly I sucked her nipples. They weren’t fully
developed, like a child’s with a small ring of aureole, but the teats instantly
grew hard between my teeth.
Zarah
gripped my hard-on with both hands, massaging the foreskin. “You feel so big,”
she cooed in my ear between kissed.
I found
her knees and ran my hands up her thin thighs. They were all bone and almost no
flesh. I reached the hem of her shorts and kept going till I felt her briefs.
Cotton, with ridges. My fingers got under the elastic and scratched against her
thin wiry bush.
“I want
you,” she whispered.
She pulled
down her shorts and briefs, they were white cotton Marks and
It was a
bright day and the curtains were open. Every time I had had sex before it was
in a shadowy light—the basement in
She ground
her sex against my engorged penis. I lifted it with my hand and pressed the tip
against the opening of her slit.
“Yeah,”
she oozed and pushed herself onto the point. I thrust up into her. The purple
head split her tight dewy lips. I poked harder and her canal engulfed the
bulbous head. She was so tight. It was so different from June.
“Ohhhhhhhhh!”
Zarah squealed as she impaled herself on the length of my prick. “You’re so
big… You’re so big in me.”
Neither of
us moved. Zarah’s eyes were welling in pain and I could feel her nails as she
gripped my waist.
“Does it
hurt?” I asked.
“Yeh,” she
whispered. “But it feels good too.”
She lay so
her chest was against mine and then started to wiggle her pelvis around my
cock, which felt like it was in a vise. I started jabbing my hips back into.
Her pubic bone ground against me and the bruising from the day before.
“Let’s try
this,” I said, rolling her over onto her back without withdrawing. I got on my knees
and lifted her hips to I could easily thrust into her. She was so light I could
easily pick her up. She was like one of the rag dolls she kept in her room.
I ran my
fingers over her tiny breasts and pinched her nipples. She was wet and, in
spite of the tightness, my prick slid in and out of her easily. I started
fucking her faster, but I didn’t penetrate all the way, just the top half of my
erection probed her tight canal.
“Yeh… yeh…
yeh… “ she stuttered with each thrust. Her hands brushed over her bony hips
which started pushing back at me. Another inch of penis slipped into her.
“Oh
yessss!” she squealed, “God, yehhhhhhh!”
Her chin
juddered with the orgasm. I kept fucking and my whole length penetrated. She
pulled down on top of her and I kept doing her, missionary style, while her
nails clawed my back.
“I’m
coming again.”
“Me too.”
She was so tight. She was shuddering beneath me and I couldn’t hold back and
started gushing into her. I could feel the come squelching into her tight
pussy.
I lay on
top of, heaving to catch my breath. Her eyes were closed and tears dripped on
her cheeks. I brushed them with the back of my hands, softly stroking her face
and kissed her thick lips gently.
Slowly I
withdrew and lay beside her. I continued to play with her face and she started
kissing me back. I ran my hands over the slight curves of her breast and her
tousled braids, clearing them off her shoulders. I don’t know how long we lay
like that. It was dreamy, post sex time.
Suddenly
her mother called her name.
“Oh shit!”
Zarah was immediately alert and picked up her clothes and put them on. She ran
out the room and down stairs. I got up more slowly and could hear their voices
in the stairwell but couldn’t make out the words. It was only while I was
pulling up my jeans that I saw the blood on the sheets. Some was also caked on
my limp dick.
I didn’t
know Zarah was a virgin. She had told me she wasn’t.