SOCCER21

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SOCCER—CHAPTER 21

The next few days we worked hard in training. The talk on the team was about the girls around the resort. At least half of us had got lucky, as Todd put it, on our free night. A small group had hit on a supply of pot and that was causing some rifts in the squad. I saw Joyce working but different have an opportunity to talk to her. She smiled when she saw me, but that was it.

The afternoon before our second game the coaches gave us time off though with strict rules about what couldn’t do—drinking and such. I just headed to beach for a swim. For whatever reason, most of the team and tourists preferred hanging out at the hotel pool so it was pretty empty. I couldn’t understand why you’d fly a few thousand miles a tropical island and not hang on the beach.

“My man Holden,” said Joyce plopping down on her knees on the sand beside me. She brusquely kissed me on the lips. “I have to get work. But I also need to have you again. You free later?”

“I wish. But coach has got a curfew.”

“Please try, ok? I need you to do me…” she pined. She kissed me again, this time giving me tongue. “I got to go.”

* * *

Later I was back at in my room.

“Hey man, can you make yourself scarce tonight?” asked my roommate Todd.

“How come?”

“I got a rematch scheduled with that chick from the other night.”

“What about bed-check?”

“I got it worked out. Coach always comes down the hall and we’re the last room he checks. Ernie will give me a buzz when he starts the check. Sue can jump into your bed and pull up the sheets. Coach won’t tell the difference.”

“I don’t know, man… “ I hesitated.

“If we get caught I’ll take the fall for you,” Todd offered. I thought about it a moment. Actually I was more thinking about Joyce.

“OK.” Todd didn’t ask where I’d be staying.

* * *

Coach did a room check at 10, and then usually would do another one three or four hours of later. After the first pass I sneaked out. I found Joyce at the poolside.

“I’m going to the beach,” I told her. I couldn’t hang out around the bar in case I was seen breaking curfew.

Joyce looked at her watch. “I’ll be there in ten, darling.”

I waited in the tree line by the beach and heard someone coming down the path fifteen minutes later.

“There’s my man,” she whispered and embraced me.

“I need some place to stay tonight.”

“All night. baby? Mmmm… let’s go.” She took my hand and led down a path to the back of the hotel. There was an alley next to the kitchens, and from there we went through a maze of corridors and stairways. Finally we got to Joyce’s room. It was tiny, maybe eight foot square, with pipes cramping the already low ceiling. It was neat and bare, with just a desk, dresser and twin bed. There was a doorless closet and a tinier bathroom Joyce locked the door.

“Come now. Take off your clothes.”

Joyce stripped efficiently and folder her clothes and put them on the dresser. Her back was toward me and I admired her firm round buttocks and black sheen of her skin. I was slower undressing and placed my clothes neatly on the desk. Joyce lay down on the bed. I reached for the light switch.

“No, leave it on,” she said. Above her, high on the wall, were two windows through which I could see the ankles of the kitchen staff. I lay down on my side beside her.

Joyce hooked a thigh over my legs hauling me close. She was a large woman but firmly built. Her large tits pressed into my chest while we kissed.

“Ebony and ivory,” she cooed, stroking my arm and then reaching for my erection. “Such hard, hard, ivory.”

She placed it against her pubic patch. Her bush was a tiny triangle and what she hadn’t shaved off to keep it small was wiry. The shorn hairs felt like needles as she brushed my cock through them. I kissed her forehead.

“Come now,” she said, opening her legs and pulling my erection between them. I swear I could feel the heat emanating from her sex before I even entered her. Joyce rolled onto her back, pulling me on top of her. Her lags wrapped around my hips and she locked her ankles. I could only move in-and-out a couple of inches the way she gripped me, but the whole length of my shaft was buried in her snatch on each down-stoke.

I could feel she was urgent for me, and pistoned to meet her need. Joyce was slick and hot.

“Kiss my boobies,” she implored. I smothered them with kisses. Her black nipples were so tight they seemed about to burst. Their flesh was almost purple with arousal. I squeezed them one hand, pointing each pap so I could bite them, alternative from side to side. My other hand clamped around a buttock getting slippery from the juices draining out of Joyce.

“Oh yeah…” she moaned, “… make me come…”

I fucked harder and her cunt undulated around my cock. Her thighs pressed harder around me and she pushed back against my stabbing shaft.

“Oh yeah… oh yeah,” she moaned louder, “can ya feel?… can ya feel?”

I could. She was coming and the sheath gripping my prick rippled.

“Oh man… yeaaaaahhhhh,” Joyce howled, feeling the waves of my come blowing out inside, “come with me.”

I rolled off her panting.

“Joycey getting it, mon,” a male voice cackled through the window.

* * *

“You do me good Holden,” Joyce whispered while stroking my back. I was lying on my stomach exhausted. It had only been a couple of minutes since we stopped.

“You do me good too, Joyce.”

“Come,” she said rolling me onto my back. “You got a fine hose for a white boy.”

She played with my penis. It was sticky from her cunt juices. It was flaccid but her touch stirred some life back into it. Delicately she stroked my balls and pulled the fine hair on my scrotum. I was only semi-hard, but Joyce sat up and straddled my hips.

“Bend ya legs.” I did so, and Joyce leaned back against my thighs. My prick slid between the labia without penetrating. For the first time I could see her cunt. Joyce’s outer lips were fleshy and almost eggplant purple. The interior labia were black and glistened with her secretions. They were open and between the cliffs was the sweet pink meat of her vagina. It surprised me—I though her inside would be the same chocolate hue as her skin. She rubbed my cock with her vulva getting me hard and glossy with her wetness.

I rubbed her thick, firm thighs in anticipation.

“You ready to do me again?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I mumbled. I could smell her arousal. I wanted to taste her. But that could wait. She teased my cock with her slick cleft for a couple of more minutes. I just seemed to be getting harder and felt I was going to burst.

“You ready now?” Before I could answer she lifted her hips and lowered herself on my dangerously engorged penis.

“Oh yeah…” she oozed. Joyce was sliding up and down my thighs easily as we covered in sweat. I bucked back at her, lifting her with my pelvis, and marveling at the feeling of my cock sliding in her fine cunny. Her tits were heaving up and down, bouncing joyously in front of me.

I gripped her hips to hold her steady and we fucked like that for five minutes. Joyce was panting and repeating her manta, oh yeah, over and over. She started riding me faster.

“Oh yeah… oh yeah… make me come…. make me come,” the speech pattern change but not the cadence or our fucking. I was still holding her hips, but stretched out a thumb and just brushed the tip against her blood red clitoris. The effect was immediate and electric.

“Oh manh,” she mewled. I brushed in again: “Oh MANH!”

There was more laughter from outside. I didn’t care. The waves of pleasure in Joyce were coursing through her cunt into my prick. I pressed the ball of my thumb on the engorged button and her own motion rubbed her clit against it.

“OH MANH!... OH MANH!... OH MANH!” she screamed, grinding her belly against my hand while fucking my dick. Her hot gripped me hard, coaxing me to come. I started fucking her back harder. Our pubic ridges were hammering into each other.

“OH MANH!... OH MANH!... OH MANH!” Joyce was shrieking now. There was silence outside, I think in awe. I stopped thinking about immediately as I started come. Her cunt muscles clawed around my prick as her climax matched mine.

I pulled back my thumb as she sank down on my still-hard dick and leaned back on my thighs. Her eyes were closed. Her vagina quivered around my erection.

“Can ya feel it?” she moaned.

Within a couple of minutes she was revived. Joyce still had my drooping meat in her and fell on top of me. She smothered with kisses.

“Let’s go swimming,” she whispered.

“What time is it?”

Joyce looked at her watch, the only thing she was wearing. Her chocolate skin gleamed. “Tis midnight.”

She dismounted me and got off the bed. With a tissue she wiped between her legs and started dressing.

“Come on now,” she urged and tossed my clothes onto the bed. I followed suit. Joyce led us back out through the twisty innards of the hotel outside. We followed a dark trail to the beach and walked some ways up it.

Joyce started stripping and I did the same. Skinny-dipping! Something I hadn’t done for years. We walked knee deep in the water that felt icy. Joyce dived into the surf and emerged splashing water over me. I threw myself in her direction. We swam out into the deeper water. It was inky and Joyce melded into the darkness. I felt like a white torch beneath the starlight.

Joyce dove under the surface and I lost sight of her. She snuck up behind and surfaced. The water was shoulder deep and she wrapped her arms around my waist, nuzzling my neck. She started fondling my cock and balls.

“Poor things, they shank in the water,” she cooed. They didn’t stay that way long. Her hands were magic squeezing my sac and stroking my penis stiff. It took a couple of minutes but I had a good hard-on. Joyce came round in front of me, holding me firmly and then pressing her pubes against my cock.

First one leg then the other wrapped around my torso. She was almost weightless in the water and instinctively I carried her with a buttock in each palm. Joyce directed the head of my cock to the mouth of her vagina and impulsively I pushed it in. She released her grip on my cock and wrapped both arms around my neck. She rocked on my cock while I thrust.

The cool seawater and her hot cunt juices swelled around my cock, the walls flexing my shaft. We fucked slowly like that for a long time. Over her shoulder I could see three or four people walking down the beach, past where we dropped our clothes, but I kept rocking Joyce on my cock. The slow crashing of the surf measured the rhythm of my thrusts and Joyce’s undulating back against me.

For once she was silent, pressing her mouth against my neck muscles. A spasm ran over my cock. “I can feel it,” I whispered and Joyce ground against me firmly but not any faster and I felt another little orgasm run through her. They started getting stronger and she pushed harder. The pace of our fucking was steady but the peak of each of Joyce’s eruptions was getting higher and higher.

“Ohhhh yeeeaaahhhh,” she finally moaned softly as she came.

She rested her head on my shoulder for a minute.

“Now I’m making you come,” she said simply. I really didn’t think I could so soon. She leaned back holding herself up by clinging to the back my neck. “Feel this.”

I expected her to bounce on my cock. Instead Joyce closed her eyes and her face twisted into a grimace. Her thighs locked around me even harder. A huge pulse enveloped my cock.

Joyce opened her brown eyes to gauge my reaction. It was positive.

Her face screwed up again and clamped around my cock. Joyce’s tits floated on the surface, twin islands rising with the swells. The clutches on my manhood got stronger, and I after five or six more pulses I could feel my climax welling.

“I’m going to come,” I warned. Joyce didn’t answer, but her clenching of my cock got faster and stronger. She was squeezing the come out of me.

“Oh God!” I moaned as three or four spurts erupted in quick succession.

* * *

We swam back to the beach and quickly dressed. Back in Joyce’s room we took a shower in her cramped stall to wash the salt off. Joyce soaped my body and maneuvered me under the shower head to rinse off. The water was cold, and my genitals were scrunched. I watched as Joyce washed herself. When she bent over to wash her lower legs her ass faced me and I could see under her plump ass the knitted labia of her snatch.

I’d already come three times, but the sight of her ripe sex was getting me stirred up again. Joyce noticed and grabbed my slightly bloated dick, leading me out of the bedroom. Gently she arranged me on my back with a pillow to rest my head on. The bed was low. Joyce knelt on the floor beside the bed. As she bent over me her breasts heaved. She kissed the base of my penis, and pursed her lips sucking the loose skin of my scrotum into her mouth. I was rock hard in a minute.

“You ready for Joycey?” she asked standing up.

Without giving me a chance to answer she swung a muscular thigh over my face, crushing her sex into it. Automatically I stabbed my tongue and was rewarded by the musky nectar of her arousal. Joyce tasted rich and addicted I lapped her cunt juices. My eyes were closed but the image of her genitals was burnt into my memory. I could feel my tongue swirling around the pink inner flesh of her passage and tang of her arousal flowing over my taste buds.

I was so enthralled with this woman’s sex it took me a while to realize she was sucking my cock. Joyce’s hot mouth embraced my hard flesh, taking about half my length on the down strokes. Every once in a while she’d release my hard-on from her mouth and pepper the surface of my piece with sloppy kisses.

Joyce shifted slightly, raising her hips and putting more weight on her knees. I had to stretch to taste her, but then I realized why she’d moved. In the dim light between her thick thighs I could discern the parting of her purple lips and at the base the rose-red bud. Magically my mouth was drawn to. As I touched for the first time for the tip of my tongue Joyce gagged on my hard cock, but it was a momentary lapse of concentration by her.

I held Joyce’s hood between my lips and sucked her clit into my mouth where I stroked it mercilessly with my tongue. Joyce released me when I began this tortuous assault. I could feel my saliva covered cock cool in the open air of the room and realized it was heavy with the musky odor of our exertions.

Keeping her clitoris firmly in my mouth I wrapped my arms around her waist, palming as best I could her buttocks, and pulled her hips closer. Joyce was squirming in my grasp but kept pumping my cock for all she was worth.

Suddenly I just lost it and exploded in her mouth. My hard-on started relaxing with the first spurt. Joyce kept sucking trying to urge every last drop of come from me. She wiggled a little, mashing herself firmly against my face. I got the message and started teasing her clit while getting soft in her mouth.

She released me and rested her cheek on my hip while I tongued her bursting bud. Joyce started humping her pelvis against my face. I stuck my tongue as deep as I could between her labia, her succulent juices drawing me in, and then lapping over her lips and dabbing her clit with the tip of tongue. I matched her rhythm that was getting faster, her hips grinding against my mouth.

Joyce just froze when I brought her over the edge. I could almost feel her body temperature drop as I clasped her inert body. I kept tonguing her clitoris, gripping the bud between my teeth. Then her whole body shuddered spastically. Two more strokes and then another fit ran through her. Four more strokes and she quaked violently, collapsing and rolling off me.

* * *

“We got practice that sixty-nine,” Joyce murmured later. She was nuzzling my neck while trying to steal some of the pillow.

“Huh?”

“We got make it so we come together.” She pulled at my limp dick with her long fingers. I dozed.

I woke up in dark strange room. There was a loud slurping noise. I realized where I was, and that Joyce was working my prick and had, despite (or maybe because) of my semi-conscious state, got it hard. In my head I counted… four times I’d come already. Joyce’s prurience was infectious.

Her shadowy hulk around my groin moved and I felt her wetness engulf my almost aching cock. My eyes adjusted to the light and her large body lulled lazily over my pinkness. She loomed close in the dusky light and I leaned to kiss her nipples.

Joyce’s cunt clenched and released my erection while her pelvis mashed against mine in a slow circular motion. All of me was embedded in her and it stayed that way. She fucked me slowly, holding one tit to my mouth to suckle, then the other one.

The rotation around my cock became more pressing and lateral till Joyce was bucking against my pole. It almost felt like she could rip it off at the root. I could sense the urgency in her and started rubbing her silky thighs stopping when my thumbs hit the cleft where they met her hips.

“Come on now,” Joyce urged as she crunched harder against me. I knew that wasn’t likely from me but somehow could tell she was talking to herself. For the first time I started pushing back against. The head of my dick felt ultra-sensitive as it grazed the wall of her vagina.

“Oh maaannnnnnhhhh” Joyce wept quietly, coming yet again.

She lay on top of me. Her body was heavy on mine and I felt her breathing return to normal. Every few second I twitched my cock which still lay in her, and felt the spasm of response.

“Did you come?” she whispered after a few minutes. I shook my head.

“Good. I want a taste you again.” She slid off my prick and the bed. Kneeling on the floor she took me in my mouth. I was hard and felt the need to come again though wondered if I had any seed left. My whole glans was receptive to Joyce’s mouth, and I think she sensed that and worked her tongue and nipped with teeth, heightening my sensitivity.

Joyce would or couldn’t take all of me in her mouth, and I didn’t try to force her. Instead I enjoyed the way she was working the head of cock and felt my balls contract. Joyce immediately cupped them in one hand, crunching them together. Her tongue swirled more urgently sensing the climax welling up in me.

I didn’t come hard or much—just two or three watery spurts—but Joyce churned my seminal fluid around her mouth before swallowing it.

* * *

We drifted off to sleep, but woke with the sunrise. Light streamed through the unshaded window wiping away the coolness of the night. I don’t we’d slept more than an hour or two; even then it was interrupted as our bodies crunched against each other on the narrow cot.

When I woke Joyce was still asleep but cradle my genitals, balls and all. I felt sore but the sight off her outstretched body, or perhaps the sheer amorousness she had projected the last few hours made want more. I caressed a breast and then gently pinched a sleep nipple.

I don’t if that woke Joyce or that her hand was being filled with swelling penis. Joyce’s eyes were still closed but almost imperceptibly she was jerking off my dick. With her other hand she combed her fingers through the matted hair on my chest.

I was fully hard and rolled on top of her. I kissed her mouth and she welcomed my tongue. Her eyes were still closed but I felt her legs part and she guided my prick into her. She was slick and wet, and I slid in easily. The hand that just released my prick stayed between our hips and I could feel as her fingers stroking her clit.

My thrusts were long and slow. I was on hunched on my elbows so only our groins and legs touched. Joyce’s free hand palmed the small of my back guiding the timing of my drives into her. She quivered slightly, and hurried my movement in-and-out of her.

“Can you feel?” she asked sleepily as another mini-orgasm pulsed through her body and reverberated around my prick. My response was to fuck her with more exigency. The swollen pinkness of her inner flesh grasped my length with each withdrawal as if tying to hold me in her. Her orgasms started coming harder and with less intervals between them. I could feel her demands rising and met the needs of her body. At the same time I felt my own desire to expel what little content I still had in my balls into her.

“Ohhhhh” we both moaned as we came.