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Scouts
from other teams were expressing an interest in me. The club I was playing for
found out and try to renew my contract at higher wages and for a longer period
of time. That would mean they would get a bigger buy-out if another team tried
to purchase my contract. I talked with my dad about, he was acting as my agent,
and followed his advice and did not renew immediately. It was a better tactic
to see if any other offers came and not price myself out. In the end this
proved to be the right strategy.
Zarah’s
sister Claire looked a lot like her mother. Round and a little overweight, with
nice dirty-blonde hair. She had an attitude. Claire was the first in her family
to go to college and resented her lower-class family. I think she also had
problems about her father abandoning herself and her mother, and then her
mother giving birth to Zarah. All of this resentment focused in a hatred of
football and footballers. We were a bunch of uneducated yobs who fucked women
and then discarded them. I got the brunt of her attitude. It probably didn’t
help that I was staying in what used to be “her” room before she went to
university, and that I was an American and we had a president that was none to
popular at the time.
Clare had
come home to study for her second-year exams. She was staying in little room,
barely larger than a closet, on the ground floor of the house. It was only
eight by eight and had a tiny window that looked onto a brick wall a couple of
feet away. It really was a closet. Since she was reading all the time we
couldn’t make a lot of noise in the parlor where the telly was. She’d yell at
Zarah and me if we made any noise coming in or going up the stairs. Really, she
was a self-centered bitch.
For some
reason I liked to goad her. I think her superior attitude got to me as it was
largely about stereotypes. I was pretty well read and didn’t only think about
football and sex. Sometimes I did think about other things. I didn’t like being
blamed for things
Zarah
started spending a lot more time out of the house either at the community
center or at Belinda’s. The sisters did not get along. That meant I spent more
time alone with Claire.
I started
trying to find Claire’s weak spot. I found it one evening when we were both
alone. Zarah and June Evans had gone on an overnight visit to see a relative.
Claire had stayed home to study. I was making some dinner when Claire came in
to complain about the noise. I tried to be gracious and offer her some of the
food I’d prepared. Surprisingly she accepted, but then we started going head-to-head
on the worth and worthlessness of soccer.
“Home come
you never go out?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“What’s
there to do in this yob place?” she asked.
“It’d be
better than closeting yourself with your books. You could get a boyfriend or
something.”
“I
wouldn’t go out with anyone from around here,” Claire stated simply.
“What
about a college? Do you have a boyfriend there?”
“I don’t.”
She paused. “I really don’t like men. They’re all the same.”
“What do
you mean? Or maybe you like girls?”
“I do
not,” she said emphatically. “All men want is entertainment. Watch footie for
the result. Date a woman till they can sleep with her.”
“What’s
wrong with that? At least you, as a woman,
can get some satisfaction from human contact.”
“Men don’t
care about a woman’s satisfaction. All they want is their own pleasure. Then
they go home or fall asleep and snore.”
“All men?”
“That’s my
experience.”
“With all men? Have you slept with a lot of
them?”
She
blushed, and her face looked attractive with rosier cheeks. “I have not.”
“Well how
many have you slept with?” I tried to pose the question innocently.
“That’s
none of your business.”
“You’ve
just categorized ‘all men’ based on your experience. That happens to include me
and I resent being type-cast like that.”
“What do
you mean?” she asked, confused.
“You said
all men just want their own pleasure and don’t care about the girl. I don’t
know what research you’ve based that
on,” I added sarcastically, “but that’s not an accurate description of my
behavior.”
“Oh, like
you’ve slept with dozens of women.”
“I didn’t
say that. I said that I make sure those I have slept with get off.”
She glared
at me.
“Do you
want me to prove it?” I asked.
“How?”
“Let’s go
to your room.”
“What!”
She looked horrified but was looking at me. I wouldn’t let her break eye
contact with me.
“Sleep
with me right now.”
“I’m not
sleeping with some yob footballer.”
“You’re
not sleeping with a man that can get you off.”
“Stop
using that kind of language.” She got up and stormed off to her little room.
“Stop
stereotyping me with the losers you fuck.”
I finished
eating and then cleaned up the dishes. I thought about annoying her more by
watching telly but decided against. I thought I got her a little curious. So
instead I tapped on her door.
“Who is
it?”
“Holden.”
“Go away.”
“I just
wanted to say I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m going to my room so
you can study.”
* * *
I wouldn’t
have bet on anything happening that night. It was late spring and a warm evening.
I piled up some pillows, took off all my clothes, grab a book and lay naked on
the bed reading. I was read Nabakov’s Lolita;
for some strange reason I was into reading about nymphets. I was almost falling
asleep when I heard a tapping on my door.
“Yeah?” I
called out.
“Holden?
It’s me, Claire.”
“Come in,”
I beckoned. I didn’t bother to cover myself up.
Claire
opened the door and turned to close it behind her. I lay the paperback on my
stomach right above my exposed groin. She started when she saw my nakedness and
then tried to ignore it. She was wearing a plaid dressing gown and I could see
the hem of a gingham nightie underneath.
“What are
you reading?” The book was upside-down and she peered to read the title, or
maybe at my equipment.
“Nabakov.”
“Is it
good?”
“It’s
interesting,” I said not committing. There was heat rising in my loins. “Why
don’t you sit down.”
I put the
book on the floor beside the bed. There wasn’t a chair in the room and she
hemmed not knowing what to do. I patted the bed beside me. Warily she sat down.
“What’s
up?”
“Nothing.”
Both of us
were silent for a minute.
“You must
of come up for something,” I said tying to push her somewhere.
“This is
silly.” Claire started to stand by a grasped the chord of her belt.
“Are you
sure?”
She sat
staring out the window.
“Look!” I
ordered. I didn’t have to tell her at what. She immediately glanced into my
lap. My penis was half-erect and started pointing to my belly button.
“You’re
all the same!” she exclaimed but didn’t try to get up.
I placed
my hand on her thigh and stroked up to the part between her legs. Claire was
wearing panties but I thrust two fingers under the elastic and touched the
opening of her sex. She was moist.
I withdrew
the fingers and put them in my mouth.
“We’re all
the same,” I stated simply. She was still looking at my groin. I was fully
erect and it was twitching.
I pulled
the chord of her dressing gown and cupped one breast through the fabric of her
nightgown. It was bigger than Belinda’s, heavier too. But it was also firm and
didn’t sag like Claire’s mother.
“We
shouldn’t be doing this.”
I didn’t
answer. Instead I bent forward and kissed her. I didn’t try to French but just
use my lips passionately and massage hers. I felt the tenseness in her ease.
Her tongue tentatively began to explore mine. I squeezed her breasts and felt
her nipples harden.
After a
few minutes I had her laying beside me. I kept kissing her and massaged her
breast. After a little resistance I was able to get my thigh between her legs
so I could rub it against her crotch. Claire started rocking against me.
She had
almost slipped out of her robe and I had exposed the tops of breasts by pulling
down her nightie. I started to pull both off her shoulders. Claire put up a
token of resistance but soon acceded. My dick was throbbing in anticipation—I
hadn’t had sex in a week or ten days—but she stoically ignored it.
My leg was
still rocking between her legs. Now I could get my hand under her panties. Her
pubic hair was thick and damp, thicker than Belinda’s. I wanted to taste her
but dared not retreat. Claire swam pretty much everyday and must have trained
the edges of her bush to tufts would not escape her bathing costume. But the
rest of her patch was a wild jungle. I found the top juncture of her labia and the
hard nub of her clitoris and rubbed it.
Claire
went paralytic when I touched her sweet spot, but soon she was rocking against
my teasing fingers. I delved further down tactilely exploring the folds of her
vulva. She twisted and my fingers slipped between her labium.
“Don’t”
she said when I shifted and started pulling down her panties.
“Don’t”
she repeated, and lifted her hips so I could pull them over her hips. They were
‘flesh’ colored though look pale and lifeless against her rosy body.
“Can you
turn off the light?” she asked. That surprised me. I was used to Belinda and
Zarah who seemed uninhibited when it came to being seen naked. Nevertheless I
did so. It was close enough to summer that despite being nine or ten there was
a dusky light.
I started
rubbing the exterior of her sex again. She had heavy thick lips like her
mother. As I stimulated them they thickened and I ran the edge of my finger
along the length of her pudendal slit, brushing it against the hard button of
her clit. She squirmed each time it was touched.
I lay my
head on her lower belly against the thick brown bush covering her pubes. I
sought out paths in her jungle. I was still rubbing the rima of her cleft but
now my tongue flicked idly at her love button.
Shifting again
I knelt between her legs. The humidity of her sex wafted through my nostrils as
I placed my face between her legs. I twisted by head and kissed her sex. At I
had with her mouth I kissed passionately and only after a few minutes did I
start projecting my tongue past her labia. By this time Claire was positively
gushing. She was musky but neither salty nor spicy.
“That
feels good,” she said. Encouraged I started darting my tongue against her
clitoris occasionally while continuing to lap her sex. She started rocking
against my face as I began to focus on her prepuce and the gem it protected. By
this time she was writhing from my oral ministrations.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
she cried out, her whole body trembling.
I must
have been eating her out for fifteen or twenty minutes before she came. I was
still fully hard but my prick felt desensitized. Now I wanted to get off.
I got off
my knees and laid down on top of her. Her thighs were still open and my hard-on
lay on her bush. I started kissing her again, using lots of tongue and almost
drooling the taste her sex left in my mouth into her own. She grabbed my prick
and pushed it against her cleft.
I thrust
it into her. This was an initial resistance as I parted her inner labia and
then my cock slid into her. All the way. To the hilt. Easily. Just like that.
There was no resistance as there was with the two teenagers. But Claire wasn’t
as cavernous as her mother though her cunt was plenty roomy.
I just
started pounding into her, getting some feeling back in member. I gnawed at her
breasts. Like June’s her aureoles were enlarged and her nipples distended, but
her breasts were firm and didn’t drag down her ribcage. I was beginning to get
off when I noticed Claire was passive despite the energy was dissipating. I
slowed my urgency.
“What’s
the matter,” I asked slowing to a stop, my prick buried all the way inside her.
“I don’t
get off like this.”
“What do
you mean?”
“Only with
oral.” I thought for a second.
“Let’s try
this.”
I pulled
my cock out of her and rolled her over the narrow bed. As I said she was a big
girl and it was a tight fit on the bed. (Not like the nymphets.) Her ass was as
generous as her mother’s but a lot firmer. There were a couple of blisters
marring it but it seemed to glow in the quarter-light. I knelt between her legs
and lifted her hips. My prick fell into the cleavage of her buttocks. I steered
the head between the dilated lips of her pussy and plunged in.
Claire’s
face was buried in the mattress and she was soon panting at my exertions
working her pussy. She was pretty quiet but her breathing was speeding up and
soon matched my pounding rhythm.
“I don’t
believe this,” she said quietly, almost without emotion. My back was straight
but I stopped fucking her and leaned so my head was level with hers.
“Believe
what?”
“Don’t
fucking stop… I think I was about to come.” She said it simply without affect.
It didn’t
take a genius to know what to do. With two or three thrusts I had re-found the
beat of my pounding. Her body started shaking and her vagina clenched me with
each orgasm. It felt like her cunt was pumping me and I couldn’t hold back and
came. I still fucked her hard and her cuntal muscles milked my balls of their
load.
We
collapsed into a heap of messed up sheets and her clothes. A thin film of sweat
covered us both. I rolled off from her back and squeezed in beside her lying on
my back. She was still on her chest and looked at my face now lying next to
hers. Straggles of hair almost obscured her pale blue eyes.
“Thank
you, Holden.” She said it slowly.
“Thank
you, Claire,” I replied with equal gravitas. I wipe the strands of her from in
front of her eye and the fixed to her moist forehead.
* * *
We fucked
one more time before falling asleep. This time we were both lay on her sides.
That way I could nuzzle and bite her breasts. Claire’s tits were identical to
her mother’s in form and size, but more youthful and firmer. We had a hard time
getting her off though. I’d only just come and fucked her hard for about twenty
minutes. For some reason I just didn’t want to try to do it slowly like with
Lindy and sometimes with Zair. I think it was the openness of cunt that made me
want to pound her hard and fast. It was only when I convinced Claire to play
with herself while my cock slithered in-and-out that our friction produced some
sexual relief from her. When she started coming her orgasms clenched my prick
and my load erupted into her.
The next
morning we fucked again. I was hard when I woke and Claire was still sleeping.
I started playing with her sex seeing if I could excite before she woke. I did
notice a stain on the sheets, a wet spot from the night before that I’d had to
deal with before the other occupants of the house came home. Claire was still
drowsy but wet when I slid my prick into her wet cunt. She got a lot more aware
because I wasn’t subtle and fucked her fast. She didn’t resist and her thighs
wrapped around my hips holding me deep inside her.
Our bodies
were pressed together.
“Do it
like last night,” she whispered in my ear as I thrusted.
“How?”
“From
behind.”
I withdrew
and got up on my knees. In an instant Claire was on her hands and knees along
the length of the bed.
“No. Like
this.” I stood on the floor and positioned her body across the bed. My cock was
level with her pussy. And her ass. I thought about trying the tighter opening.
What would that feel like?
I put the
thought out of my mind and thrust my dick into her pussy.
“Ohh, fuck
me from behind…” she squealed.
“You’re
just like your mom,” I compared and started fucking her like a machine. Without
prompting Claire started diddling with her clit and was soon heaving in
pleasure. Her cunny gripped by hard-on but I was pretty spent and didn’t come
immediately. I just kept pistoning into her. I think she climaxed two or three
times before I finally came. My balls must have been empty because there were
only a couple of spurts, but the relief felt good.
We dozed
afterwards for a few minutes.
“Holden?”
“Yeah?”
“What did
you mean?”
“When?”
“Before… “
“When?”
“When you
said ‘just like your mom’?”
I was
stuck. I didn’t say anything. Claire got up on her haunches and leaned over my
prostrate body.
“Have you
slept with my mother?”
I didn’t
have to answer. She could see it in my eyes.
* * *
Naturally
all hell broke loose. Claire left in a huff and locked herself up in the room
downstairs. I went off to training and by the time I got back Claire had
confronted her mother. In front of Zarah. I was asked to pack my things
immediately. Which I did. Zarah burst into tears because I was leaving so as I
was boxing my books and heavy stuff there was an interrogation going on the
floor below. I decided safety was the best policy and left with just my clothes
and told Claire, through a closed door, that I’d have the rest of my stuff
collected later. I tried to apologize. I could hear June and Zair screaming
upstairs but couldn’t make out the words.
A wise
decision: just as I was opening the front door June yelled out my name. I shut
the door behind me.
I was able
to move back into the academy rooms at the club training pitch. It was still
going to be a difficult situation since June Evans basically was the
house-mother for the youth program. And I had fucked her. And fucked her two
daughters. Awkward was the understatement.
Luck was
on my side. After a couple of icily hostile encounters with June—I made sure
that I wasn’t alone so she couldn’t confront me without further spreading the
news she’d slept with me—I got called into the manager’s office. I was afraid
that June had made some official complaint. The youth coach and business
manager were also there.
A bid had
been made to buy me. It was more than generous, a six-figure sum, that would
benefit the club with a cash infusion. While they would like to keep me this
was good business especially as I hadn’t committee to signing a new contract.
The offer had been provisionally accepted unless I agreed to extending my
current contract. The club interested in me had suggested they would more
triple my wages. The management here would be unable to match that. Could an
agreement to the move be made in principal, with negotiations on the details
made quickly with my agent.
I nodded
my agreement and called my old man. The three men watched as I explained the
situation on the phone. My dad then spoke to the executive and the club
manager. A commitment was made to the transfer. The manager handed me the
phone.
“Congratulations
son. You’ll be with one of the top outfits in the Bundesliga. They might just
have gone down to the second division but they have a history and the resources
to pop right back up.”
The
Bundesliga? I knew I had to get away from the Evans family, but
* * *
Agreement
was quickly reached between my dad and the new club. Four-year contract, with
me making four-figures a week with a lot of bonuses based on making the first
team and appearances. They wanted me over there ASAP and for the summer. That
sucked because I wanted to see my mother back in the States, and maybe try to
make up things with high school sweetheart, Robin.
On the other
hand it was a great career move. Once the news broke June Evans looked at me
with daggers in her eyes. I saw Zarah once more and she wanted to come over and
speak to me while I was with some of the lads playing pool in the common room,
but her mother was there and firmly led her away by the hand.
Belinda
sneaked into the academy housing one afternoon after training. I don’t know how
she got in. That was strictly verboten (I was learning some German). There
wasn’t much time but she gave me a blow job. I don’t know how she could do it
but she sucked down the length of my cock and held it there until I blew. The
whole seven-plus inches was in her mouth and her lips pressed against her pubes
while at least an inch or two was stuck down her throat. Her mouth and tongue
massaged my prick and she did the humming thing. My meat was trembling and the
vibration ran up my spine. This went on for five or minutes, just raising my
tension and making me want to come. But there was no friction to stimulate a
climax…
Or so I thought. The pressure
built up, the urge to come grew. It was only when the first gush of sperm flow
down Lindy’s throat that she started pumping my cock with her mouth so only the
head was wrapped around her lips before she plunged it to the back of her
throat. I just came and came. When I finally stopped Belinda stood on her toes
and kissed me, pushing some of my spunk into my own mouth. It was one of the
best blowjobs I’ve ever had, before or since.