SOCCER17

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Graphic sex follows.
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I didn’t get much opportunity to play, and be rewarded, for the couple of weeks after that. I did ask Frank if he had a similar reward scheme.

“If I want,” he replied.

I did get a letter from my ex-girlfriend, Robin, in Ohio. I had written her when I was down earlier in the year. She was at a state school and had made the soccer team. She wrote she was sorry to hear about my break-up with Beate. She had gone through the same thing in the fall and reading between the lines I could tell she had lost her virginity to this guy she had been dating. Cryptically she wrote she “was into something different and better,” which I couldn’t decode. I hadn’t seen Robin in almost two years. I scribbled her a quick note, letting her know I was feeling better and was on the fringes of the first team.

Fringes was an accurate statement. After the one substitute appearance I screwed up in training, got the ire of the head coach, and didn’t even make the traveling squad. Nor did I get a place on the bench for the home games.

Frank was playing up a storm. The weekend after we’d hit the red-light district he went out again but pointedly didn’t invite to accompany him. The message was clear—rewards only came to those who made the team. He brought Elsa home and I could hear them thrashing in the next room. The weekend after that it was Ulka.

I lay there listening and thinking about Nixie. She’d been brazen giving me that blow-job in the courtyard. I drifted off dreaming out her hot mouth wrapped around my tool.

* * *

Finally I made it back into the coaches’ good graces and got to warm the bench again. It took another couple of games before he put me on the field. It was for a home game, and it was thrilling to step onto the pitch with 50,000 fans applauding. Again I played a safe game, making just one marauding attacking run that produced a corner kick.

After the game the team ate dinner and without any discussion Frank and a couple of others assumed I’d be going downtown with them. We hit a couple of the large beerhouses on the main drag, getting free drinks from supporters, and then entered a seamier place up a flight of stairs. The atmosphere was just like the basement bar as was the décor: heavy chairs and furniture cut from rough two-by-fours.

The girls were at a long table in the back, some of them seated on a bench facing the room and the others on chairs with their backs to us. It was a larger crowd than previously: Gerda was presiding, Ulka, Nixie, Chris I recognized. With them was a rather sloshed woman in her mid-twenties with medium length straw-blonde hair, who was introduced as Trudi, and a teenage type called Minna with frizzy, naturally black braids. Like Nixie Minna had a nose ring and two others punched through an eyebrow. Frank’s Elsa was noticeably absent and he quickly sidled up to Ulka who now seemed to be his main squeeze.

Pretty soon we were getting inebriated. I tried to talk to Nixie but she was across the table and the music was pretty loud. She was also being distracted by Jaro, the Czech midfielder who was considered to be the budding star of the team. So I talked with Chris and had a short conversation with the slurring Trudi. Elsa showed up and Frank switched his attention to her from Ulka. Minna went off somewhere with Peter, one of my teammates, and we didn’t see them for the rest of the night.

“So…” Gerda said as she slipped into the seat just vacated by Chris, “you had some play time today? I was there so I know this is true.”

She patted my thigh in a friendly manner. I nodded in agreement. She leaned over and nibbled my ear. Her hot breath stirred a reaction in my groin.

“So…” she whispered huskily, “…who should give you a prize today?” She kept kissing my ear and her hand was between my legs glancing against my balls.

“You seem to be interested…”

She rubbed my semi-hard penis under the table. “I am a better prize than for a bench-sitter. But I do like your big dick.” She squished the head through my jeans. Gerda broke away and placed her hands on the table, cupping her wineglass.

“Perhaps I should pick?” she declared.

For some reason I felt like a piece of meat. I went off in a silent huff and got another beer at the bar and stayed there to drink it. Nixie came over after a few minutes and asked me what was wrong. She convinced me to come back to the table, and when we got there Gerda was in conversation with Trudi. I chattered with Chris and Nixie. Elsa’s clone showed up and talked briefly with Ulka and then Gerda.

I was cracking jokes with Chris and Nixie when Elsa’s clone tapped me on the shoulder.

“Kommen Sie mit mir,” she ordered. I shook my head.

“Holden. You should go with her. If you do not you should go and not come back,” commanded Gerda.

Both Nixie and Chris nodded firmly in agreement.

“Go with Ailse,” Chris implored.

A little reluctantly I followed Ailse out of the bar, down the stairs to street-level. She was wearing a white blouse and tight black pants, and had a cute little ass. Ailse took my hand and led me down the street to a parking lot at the edge of the downtown district. She opened the door of a van and ushered me in.

The back of the van was carpeted and had an old love seat bolted to the floor. Ailse sat on it and pulled down beside her. She started kissing my face and neck. I grasped her round her shoulders and could feel her tits pressing against my chest. Ailse was pretty and an eager kisser.

She unbuttoned my shirt and started kissing my chest. I held a breast in my hand, weighing it. It was very squishy. I unbuttoned her shirt, and pulled off her shoulders. Her breasts were bigger than they seemed with her shirt on, and were cupped in a black, frilly bra. I pulled the straps off her shoulder and they flopped out. Ailse had long pink nipples that perked up when I kissed them. I did that for a few minutes and sucked her teats. Ailse played with my hair and kept my head firmly pressed into cleavage.

Then she broke away. She rotated the band of her bra a hundred and eighty degrees and unclasped it, dropping it casually on the floor. She cupped a breast in each hand, pointing them invitingly to me. I started suckling them again.

While I did that I found and unclasped the top button of her black pants. They were tight—they half unzipped on their own. I pulled at the waist and obligingly lifted her butt so I could pull them over her hips. She wore panties that matched her bra. Still sucking alternately her tits, I rubbed the double-thick crotch.

Ailse pushed me down. I got the idea and slid to the floor between her legs. I pushed my face between her thighs and kissed her mound through the nylon fabric of her panties. Alise rocked her hips, lifting them slightly so her sex mashed against my mouth. She held my head pressing it against her cleft.

I was able to get my tongue under the elastic of her panties. Sweet juices gushed into my mouth as my tongue swirled her lower lips. I found the bud at the top of Ailse’s crack and caressed it between my lips. She groaned. I tickled her clit with the tip of my tongue randomly and pretty soon her pelvis was bucking.

The hem of her panties was chafing me so I pulled down the waistband. Ailse helped me get them off and tossed them on the pile with the rest of her clothes. A streetlight shone through the van’s back window, and while there was little light there was enough to discern Ailse’s natural hair color. It was a dark, dusky brown.

Now unrestricted I renewed my attack on her muff with renewed vigor. I lapped over and between the undulations of her labia. Ailse grasped my head and used it to conduct the rhythm she wanted. Within a couple of minutes she was squirming with orgasms. I really liked the taste filling my mouth and getting her off, and kept probing her sex even when she pushed me away.

Finally she succeeded drawing me back from my oral assault on her sex. Ailse was naked while I was almost fully dressed, only my shirt was unbuttoned. I had a raging hard-on that threatened to burst out my pants. I lifted Ailse’s legs so she lay across the couch. She was panting softly. I stood up and kicked off my shoes and quickly got out my jeans, and then lay down on top her her.

I could feel her fuzzy pubic hair entangle my prick. I reached down and caressed her opening, and she was still wet and pulsed when my fingertips brushed against her sensitive clitoris. I held my prick against her lips, ready to penetrate her.

“Nien!” she almost screamed and locked her legs tight. “Sie können mich nicht ficken.”

“Warum nicht?” Why couldn’t I screw her?

“Die sind die Regeln von Gerda.” Gerda’s rules.

I tried to push my hard-on between her legs. Ailse grabbed it and pulled it away.

I got up on my knees, straddling her clasped legs. My hard cock swung like a derrick in from of Ailse’s face and she seemed mesmorized.

“Es ist so groß” she commented. She clasped her tits together and looked at the valley between them. “Hier,” she indicated.

I crab-walked up her body and started to lay down. She released her breasts momentarily so my hard-on could rest in the cleavage. Her skin was sweaty, and when she started mashing her breasts over my cock it slid easily. The bottom of her tits squished against my balls and most of the length was encapsulated between the almost gooey orbs. The top couple of inches escaped and rested on her clavicle.

Stretching Ailse bent down and started tonguing the head of my cock. It was too far to get it into her mouth, but she danced her tongue over the stretched purple head. It was weird being fucked by her tits.

After three or four minutes she released me from her cleavage, grabbed my butt, inserting my prick into her mouth. I felt it hit the back of her throat. There was sill three inches that hadn’t penetrated her lips.

I could feel her mouth work over what was stuffed in there. Ailse used her molars and lightly grinded them over the surface of my dick. Then she broke away and started kissing my balls and sucking the circumference at the base of my root.

“Ich kann alle davon nicht schlucken.” She couldn’t swallow it all.

But when she swallowed what she could she did a good job. I could feel my hard-on push her cheeks taut as she alternated sliding it on each side of her mouth. She was flaying her whole head around my prick. I started to feel the swell of my come building up.

Ailse had her eyes closed but they opened in alarm when the first round of come erupted in her mouth. Quickly released my cock from her mouth. My second ejection splattered on her face. She shifted so she could wrap my cock between her tits. Three more spurts splattered on her collarbone and neck as she massaged my sputtering prick between her squishy tits.

I collapsed on top of her when I finally was spent. We lay like that for a couple of minutes as I came down from my climax. Ailse finally pushed me off her body. I rested back on the arm of the love seat while she picked up and sorted out our clothes, putting mine on a pile beside me.

She smiled. “Was das gut?” she asked.

“Ja… sehr gut,” I responded.

Alise dabbed her chest picking up the strings of come that congealed on her skin. When she finished cleaning up she started dressing. I started doing the same. My cock was sticky with her saliva and my own semen.

“Ich will dich ficken,” she said as we left the van. I wanted to fuck her too.

* * *

Back at the bar everyone started grinning when Ailse returned. Both of us felt embarrassed by the common knowledge that we had done something. I think Chris recognized my discomfort and invited me play pool with her. When I beat her Gerda challenged me and Chris went back to group.

I put a couple of balls down after the break, and the Gerda took over the table.

“So…” she said after pocketing her two shots, “you like the prize system?”

“Yes.” Gerda sank another ball.

“And…” Gerda paused to line up another shot, “you also to like to eat pussy.” She downed the five-ball.

“Yes,” I said, growing red. I stood awkwardly, leaning on my cue-stick, and watched her pocket two more shots. Gerda was cleaning up the table.

“Ailse tells me you are good to eat pussy.” Another solid dropped. She lined up the eight-ball—it was a difficult shot. She glanced up at me. “But not so good with billiards.”

She sank it and shelved her cue. She then held mine, stood on her toes and kissed my cheek.

“Maybe we see if you are good in bed soon,” she whispered conspiratorially. “But only when you play a complete game.”

She took my cue-stick, placed it on the wall-rack, and went back to table.

* * *

I rode home in the back of Frank’s car and thought about the whole situation. Frank was bringing Elsa home for the night. But then he had started the game earlier. So had Peter and he had disappeared early in the evening with Minna. And so had Jaro, who had been taken home by the battleship that was Gerda.

And I wondered what it would be like. To fuck Gerda; she wasn’t the prettiest woman but was commanding and alluring. Or Ailse with her squishy tits. Or Nexie or Chris…

I was getting over my qualms about these women. The groupies, Frank had called them. This was casual, consensual sex. No real attachments involved. And if I wanted to bed any of them I’d been set my goal.

I guess I had some residual feelings left over from my relationship with Beate. There was some real affection, even love, between us. But that was over, and it was time to put that in the past.