SOCCER 22
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SOCCER—CHAPTER
22
When I finally got back to my hotel room things were pretty much a disaster. Todd’s ploy to avoid bed-check hadn’t worked but as he promised he took the fall, insisting he’d kicked me out. Coach asked where I’d been and I said I’d slept on the beach. That answer was accepted, probably because the coach has a bigger problem on his hands. Four of the team had been picked up by the local constabulary for possession of illegal substances. A deal was cut: the four would be sent home, along with Todd, in exchange for no prosecution or publicity. “Violations of team disciplinary rules,” said the press relations suit.
So we were a weakened and disorganized team. Still we should have won but instead there was an upset: we went down 2-0 to a team that on any other day we should have crushed. It was a physical game and we picked up couple of injuries as well as red card meaning that player was suspended for the next game. I was at fault for one goal, a lack of concentration, or maybe sleep, and a slow tackle let a forward through one-on-one against our goalkeeper.
The result meant that for the last game we had to win and even then our qualification would depend on the result of another game. Three days to prepare for what could be the final game. Coaches had us under a lock-down in an attempt to stop any more wayward behavior. I saw Joyce a couple of times at meals but didn’t even have a change to talk to her. Until the night before the game.
* * *
I was watching TV and thinking about turning in when I heard a soft tapping on the door. It was Joyce.
She pushed past me when I opened the door.
“Jeez Joyce,” I expelled, “if the coaches catch you here…”
“I got to have you,” Joyce whined. Her hand touched my collar and ran over my chest downward… Despite myself I felt stiffening. I don’t know what did it, the flowery scent mixed with her wanton sexuality.
“Come on darling…” she moaned, touching me and feeling my physical reaction. She kicked the door shut with a heel.
Joyce unbuttoned my shirt and teased my nipples with her tongue. Then she unbuttoned her own shirt, revealing a creamy smooth bra that cupped her generous breasts tightly to form a deep cleavage. She took both my hands and placed them over the stretched sheer fabric.
“You been haunting me, Holden,” she whispered.
Inexorably we sat on one of the beds. Joyce unzipped my fly and my erection sprung out. Her mouth immediately covered it. Her wide black back faced me and I unsnapped her bra, cupping her now naked breasts. Joyce’s nipples were taut and slipped naturally between my digits.
I was close to bursting in her magical mouth. Joyce sensed it too and released me.
“I need you in my punnai.”
In a swift motion she pushed my back onto the mattress and wiggled out of her tight shorts. My cock slipped naturally into her when she straddled me and the whole length impaled her. She didn’t start fucking or even gyrate. In stead I could feel her vagina ripple around my hardness. Joyce’s eyes were closed. She was vertical wearing nothing but a bra that swung loosely from her shoulder straps. Beneath the unfilled cups were the firm mounds of Joyce’s tits rising and falling slightly with her breathing.
“Come on now…” she cooed after letting me enjoy her hot undulating cunt. Leaning forward she rested her hands on my chest and raised her hips off me, and poised for a couple of seconds. Impulsively she ground back down hard on my dick and rested for a couple of more. Then raised her body, waited, and plunged again. Each move felt like it was the beginning of a real hard fuck, and each pause a pregnant interruption.
The climax that threatened to erupt from Joyce’s exertions subsided. Joyce was staring in my eyes gauging my reaction. After three or four minutes of staccato pulsing she was satisfied.
“Ready?” she asked and without waiting for a response started fucking me quick and hard. Just a couple of inches of my prick escaped each time she raised her thick hips but immediately was swallowed back up into her tight body. My gonads were bouncing against her ass-cheeks and getting gooey with the drippings from her cunt.
“Can you feel?” she asked as an orgasm pulsed through her body and from it to my cock. I started fucking her back, rising up to meet Joyce’s down-stroke. Her tits were bouncing like my balls, up and down but also mashing together as they swung side-to-side.
“Oh manh… oh manh…” Joyce was getting louder, and clenches on my dick harder.
My teammates heard in the next room. They started pounding, then realizing what was going on made staccato thumps on the wall with each wailing “man” Joyce emitted, each one corresponding to her pummeling down on my balls.
“Oh manh… oh manh!… oh Manh!… Oh Manh!…” she was wailing.
Joyce was close to coming, and so was I. I thrust harder into her trying to find some friction to grip her slick cunny. She climaxed and collapsed on top of me, a hundred and fifty pound of quivering black flesh pinning me into the sheets. Three or four sharp thrusts into trembling passage were all it took for me to get there. I could feel blobs of my come shatter deep in her.
* * *
The television was still. When the phone started ringing I first thought it was coming from the TV.
“Shit!” I pushed Joyce off me. I heard the key sliding into the lock of the door. Joyce heard it too and rolled off the bed while I struggled to zip up my fly. I kicked Joyce’s shorts under the bed and was sitting up when the assistant coach entered the room.
“Get to sleep early, Holden,” he said.
“Sure thing boss.” He shut the door.
Joyce’s head popped up from behind the bed where she’d been hiding.
“He gone?”
“Yes.”
Joyce stood up. Her ebony skin was glistening. She was a statuesque woman, big and built firm. She unhooked the bra straps and was completely naked. On her hands and knees she crawled across the wide bed, her breasts pendulous and heaving. I was still sitting on the edge of the bed from my conversation with the coach. Joyce gripped my shoulder and pulled me onto the mattress, smothering my face with kisses.
We were head to head but our bodies pointed in opposite directions.
“I’m gonna take you round my world tonight,” she forecast; I didn’t know then what Joyce meant. She scooted down the bed and undid my shorts, roughly pulling them off me. Her breasts now dangle above my face and I sucked her nipples, feeling them tense and perk between my lips. Joyce was stroking me back to stiffness with her hand. I couldn’t see anything but the dark chocolate glow of her bosom.
Joyce sat up her knees, cradling my head on them and her thighs. She stretched up high above, cupping a breast in each hand.
“You like my boobies?” she asked, pulling them apart so we could each other’s face.
“Yes.” I was almost whimpering.
“Want to jook ‘em?” she asked. I nodded, but was uncertain what I was agreeing to.
“Get up here,” she ordered patting the pillows at the head of the bed.
I shifted off her thighs and positioned myself along the length of the bed. Joyce inspected me, still upright on her knees. My cock twitched in anticipation.
“OK now,” Joyce decided. She swung over my legs so each firm buttock pressed against my knees and looked my erection for a moment. She cupped a breast and twirled her fingers over her nipples making them still harder. They black paps looked like they were going to pop. I was quivering.
With a harsh hock Joyce cleared her throat and she smiled. Parting her lips slightly a blob of mucous drooled from between them, surging over her lower lip and plunking on her sternum. She mashed her breast together spreading the glob in the sleeve of her cleavage.
Shifting down the bed so her knees locked around my ankles Joyce leaned over me. I could feel my erection pressing against her tits and Joyce’s rubbing them over the length of my straining cock. She relaxed the grip on her breasts and my meat slipped into the mammary valley.
I thought back to Ailse in the back of the van. Ailse’s tits had been small and almost watery, and I had pressed my cock gently into them. Joyce was built a lot more firmly and her big breasts engulfed me; she was also pressing her full weight against my cock.
The topside of my cock pressed against the hardness of Joyce’s breastbone but the rest it was smothered in the firm flesh of her breasts. She started to rock up her torso up-and-down, pulling and squeezing my hard-on. I slid easily between the pressed mounds of tissue.
Joyce titty-fucked me like this for a few minutes before doing something weird. I liked the sensation of my prick skating in the sleeve of her bosom. But then Joyce rose a little and ran erect teats around the corona at the base of swollen glans. It felt like pins against the delicate flesh and made me squirm. Joyce was grinning.
“You like the agony?” she asked, and then meshed by cock between her tits, fucking me with them for a few strokes before teasing me again with her nipples. Ailse had to use her mouth to get me off but I didn’t expect Joyce would.
I was right. The clockwise and counterclockwise rotation on the circumference of my cockhead was making my toes curl. She plunge my cock between her mounds and fuck the whole length, and then scratch my glans.
“I’m coming,” I warned her.
Down the valley of her cleavage, the flesh enveloping me. My come sprayed from between her tits, on to Joyce’s chest, neck and chin. She kept fucking me with her tits, coaxing globs of come to dribble in dark mounds.
Joyce rolled off me onto her back. Looking down her body I could see my white semen glisten on her dark brown skin. Joyce scraped one blob up with the side of an index finger and sucked it slowly and suggestively.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, and showed me the now clean digit. She put it against my lips and pushed her finger slowly into my mouth. I could taste my own saltiness.
I looked over the body lying on the bed next to me. Joyce’s large bosom was held flat on her ribcage from gravity. The jet-black nipples pointed upwards invitingly and were centered on the aubergine-colored auras. Below them a flat milk chocolate belly pierced by her navel, a knotted knob, and still further down the crinkly prickly short hairs.
I picked up a blob of my own come with a fingertip and placed it above Joyce’s mouth. When it dripped off she eagerly consumed it, letting it brush off her lips into her mouth. I found another gob on her throat and fed her again. Joyce picked up another from her sternum and placed in my mouth.
“You’re still hard,” she observed. I was. What was it about Joyce? She stirred these carnal feelings in me. I didn’t want to think about it, preferring to satisfy the needs instead. Joyce felt the same way: she dabbed her finger into a thick pool of white come on her right breast and sucked it.
“Tasting you makes me hot.”
She reached for my cock and pulled me toward her. I rolled between her legs which wrapped around my waist. The length of erection slid between her lips but did not enter her; instead the crown of my cock rested in her pubic hair with the frenulum pressed against her clit. It made me feel taut. I moved to-and-fro slightly. The hot dampness emanating from Joyce’s cunt bathed over the base of penis. We embraced like that feeling our mutual tension heightening.
Joyce released my hips from her leg lock and pulled her knees back until the almost touched her ears. Her lower lips parted invitingly. I just had to bend down a little and the head of my cock penetrated between them.
“Mmmmm…” Joyce was appreciative. She was so wet that I displaced amative juices that oozed between us. Pulling my back to her I plunge into the cauldron of her cunt. Joyce was almost upside down. Her weight rested on her head and shoulders and her shins drooped over my shoulders.
She thrust her hips back at me and relaxed. I pushed my cock into her and withdrew. She thrust back. I shoved back. Her move. My move. Each action and response getting ever quicker. And then we were fucking fast and hard.
There was a squelching sound with each thrust. I could feel her labia ripple as each plunge forces air from her moist cavity. In that position my cockhead was sensitive to each wrinkle of her vagina. Joyce’s nails began to scale across my back as my pubic ridge mashed against her clitoris.
“Make me come,” she urged. Somehow I started fucking her faster, like two strokes a second. Joyce started grunting, muffling the sound by squashing her face into the pillow. I could feel the quake building up in her and then noticed it was happening to me too. She was pushing hard and fast against me. Instinctively I knew when to slow.
At maximum withdrawal, with just the cockhead pursed between her engorged lips, I stopped. Joyce’s eyes opened. Very slowly I pushed the whole length of my hard-on into her till our pubic hairs mashed together. And waited.
Joyce’s muscles rippled over my meat at the frenetic pace. Bit-by-bit I pulled my prick out, paused, and leisurely re-inserted it. Her cunt undulated over my length, slowing. I was on the verge of coming. I drew out again, and replaced it in her sleeve. Her whole body exploded when the head of my cock reached the deepest point. With two lightning quick thrusts I was coming too. Joyce locked her ankles around my neck holding me at in the abyss of her sex. Her cunt trembled with each ejaculation.
“Can you feel it?” I asked softly, my prick pulsing come deep in her.
“Mmmmmm…”
There was almost a smacking sound when I finally withdrew my sagging dick.
* * *
I kind of drifted off. When I woke I was lying on my side with my chest against Joyce’s back. One of my forearms was draped over her hip. Her buttocks were grinding against my groin. I could see the alarm clock on the bedside table—it was just after midnight. I ran my fingertips through the tangle of sharp pubic hair. Joyce took my hand and pulled it farther down between her legs.
She was already moist. She pushed my fingers over the furls of her labia which I stroked until she guided them deeper. Two of fingers easily entered her to the second joint while my thumb rested against the hood of her clit. It was dark in the room and while I couldn’t see a thing I could map Joyce’s anatomy in my head.
My cock was pinched between her generous buttocks which continued to gyrate. I could feel it getting harder. Joyce stirred base carnal thoughts. She was so hot. Even in the dark I could imagine my white-pink hard-on captured between the dark brown globes of her butt. I’d had a lot of black friends growing up and didn’t think about them in terms of race. But there was something profoundly exotic and dangerous being in bed with Joyce, are two bodies entwined.
Joyce ass was scrunching me harder. I was able to slide my arm under her and was rewarded with hold of a scrumptious tit. I pushed against her with my hips and Joyce pushed back harder. She was still guiding my hand as I played with her twat. My two fingers were embedded in her up to the knuckles and her breathing was getting faster. I was twisting them inside her since Joyce pressed my hand, preventing me from thrusting in her.
Joyce was getting more lubricated with every rotation and her juice filmed over my hand. I’d pushed apart the fleshy hood of her clitoris and rubbed it with the ball of thumb very softly. Joyce stopped holding my hand deep in her. My fingers slid out and still slick I started playing, sawing them, with the top of her cleft.
I could feel her fingertips brush my balls. They crept upward and curled around the stem of my cock. Joyce wiggled away from me and was able to pull my hard-on between her legs so part of it lay against but outside her slick cleft. Moving slightly down the bed the head entered her. A small push and half the length was inserted. Joyce gasped.
My hand was still gently rubbing the top of the opening in a circular motion. I thrust slowly in-and-out, the timing matching the slow shifting of my hand, holding myself steady with a firm paw of her tightening breast.
We were still lying on our sides but after a few minutes Joyce rolled on to her stomach, pulling me with her so I was lying on her back. My hand was crushed awkwardly and I removed it from her crotch, but maintained my grip on her tit with the other one. Joyce didn’t seem to mind. She bucked harder against my thrusts, and seemed to be trying to rise on her knees.
I got the message and lifted myself onto my knees. My prick slipped out. Immediately Joyce rose onto her own knees, presenting her rounded ass to me. Her head and shoulders were still on the mattress. I took my erection in my hand and steered it between the flowery labia and stabbed into her.
Now securely mounted, I grabbed her hips and started rocking against her. Joyce pushed back. Her cunt was hot and slick. I was rock hard and it felt so good to be immersed in Joyce’s pussy. I knew it would be a while before I’d be able to come so I concentrated on getting Joyce off. I’d find a slow thrusting rhythm that I would use for a minute. Then without warning I’d fuck her erratically: slowing to almost a stop for a few strokes, or just jabbing the entrance of her cunt without plunging my length in, and then resume a steady pace.
I could feel the orgasms building by the tightness of her hold on my cock. Each time she was close I’d break the steady cadence with an unpredictable surge of fucking. Sometimes this broke her build-up, sometimes it intensified it. It felt like I had a baton that controlled the orchestra of her body though I wasn’t always sure what result each new ploy would produce in Joyce. I poked her gently and Joyce exploded—all the pent up anticipation gushed out of her as she collapsed from her knees.
I lay on top of her feeling the swell of her buttocks pressing against my stomach while the tremolo of her climax dissipated.
“You do me so good.” Her voice was husky. We lay there for a couple of minutes.
Then Joyce said in a quiet voice, “I want you in my batty hole.” She wiggled slightly and my still hard cock slipped out of her.
“Huh?” There was a quizzical tone in my voice.
Joyce’s hands reached between our bodies and grasped her buttocks, pulling them apart. I was on my knees. Joyce was looking back toward me, her glance fleeting from me to her ass cheeks. Looking down from her face my gaze perused her squat neck, the ridges of her shoulders, and the firm muscles of her back. And below that her long thin fingers gripping the twin hemispheres of her backside. In the crevice between her cheeks was a strip of lighter colored skin, milk chocolate, and almost at the end, an inch from her still parted sex, the bulb of Joyce’s anus.
“Please…” she whimpered, and lifted her hips up, her buttocks pointing to me, her rectum proffered, “… do me batty.”
I held my erection at the based and aimed it toward this new target. This was something I’d thought about before, fleetingly, but never thought I’d do. But it seemed an impossible task. How could this tool fit in the tiny puckered bud?
Joyce sensed my doubt. Her finger tips gripped the petal and drew it opened. I pressed the purple head of my penis against the crimson bulb. There was no way I could squeeze it in such a tiny opening. Pathetically I pushed against Joyce’s backdoor.
She was full on her knees now. Still stretching the opening with one hand she gripped my dick at mid-length. She was almost prying her ass open with my dick.
“Push,” Joyce commanded. Tentatively I tried. I had no idea how I could possibly squeeze into the tight opening.
“Come on now,” she implored as I tried in vain to penetrate.
“I’m scared I’ll hurt you…” I tried to explain.
“Push hard. You not the first one to jook me backside.”
I prodded again. Joyce pushed suddenly back. I felt the tight ring of her anus squeeze over the head of my prick. It was like a white hot ring—a ring of fire—that now banded the circumference of hard-on just below the glans. Joyce exhaled loudly. Her knees buckled slowly and she lay on the mattress, pulling me, the top of my dick captured in her ass, down with her.
I didn’t try to move. It took a few seconds… I was in this woman’s ass.
My awareness of the tightness of her opening subsided. Only slightly less severe was the pressure of her rectum over the bulb-head of my cock.
“Come on now…” Joyce mewled, twitching her ass around my cock, “… jook my ass!”
Her push against me was simultaneous with the experimental jab I made. An inch more inserted. The tight band wrapped around the base of my foreskin. I pulled back a miniscule and shoved forward. Another inch. Joyce sighed deeply.
I waited ten seconds. I hadn’t realized but I was gripping her shoulders. I held them harder, warning Joyce. I withdrew a fraction and thrust forward. Joyce pushed back at the same time.
The pressure on my dick was excruciating but felt so good. It suddenly occurred to me that it was amazing how in the tight confines of Joyce’s ass I hadn’t even thought of coming; immediately I felt I was going to. I took a time out, maybe half a minute. Then shoved into her again.
Over half my dick was in her. I knew I couldn’t get anymore in. I’d hit a wall… too tight for me to go forward… maybe a turd? I was trying to keep from exploding.
I withdrew real slow till the crown of glans reached the ring of her rectum; counted to five, then pushed it back as deep as it would go.
“Ohhhmaii” exuded Joyce. It was amazing how easily my prick slid in the tight confines of her ass. I realized she’d palmed her buttocks and was pulling them as wide apart as she could. I pulled back until the base of my cock-head reached the inner rim of her anus.
“I could come any second now,” I warned or apologized. And thrust again. Joyce pushed back as I reached the depth of my plunge. A little more of me penetrated. Over half my length was in her… four inches.
The band of her opening was keeping me from coming but even that tight constriction wasn’t going to stop me for long. I pulled back and without pausing stabbed again.
“Ohhhhh yeaaahhh,” she said softly. I withdrew until the crown of my cock-head could withdraw no farther.
“Ohhhmaii!” came the exclamation. I plunge half my cock into her. Hit the wall. Retreated. Thrust again. I found a pace, the timing reinforced by Joyce’s exhales and exclaims. In addition to pushing back against my thrusts her hips were twitching. Another half dozen stabs and I was coming.
I could feel my come stall and then force it way past the defensive perimeter of her rectum, pulse down my cock. The first spurt came as I down stroked… the second when I thrust again. I realized that her anal ring was almost forcing my come to the tip of my prick, milking my deposits into her cavity.
And with each spurt the tip of my prick was being washed with the previous load. The build up of my come was just squeezing me tighter and making me want to come more, to fill her up, to fill her ass, till I was spent, my thrusting purposeless.
I lay spent on Joyce’s back. I could feel my come cool and get gooey around the head of cock. I tried to slide out but I was still pretty stiff and my engorged head could not fit through her back portal.
“Relax,” Joyce advised, patting my head. I waited but felt the urgency of entrapment. I tried a couple of more times but could not pull out. Finally, at the third attempt, my cock-head slipped through her back gate.
I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. I could feel the globs of my own come cool and dry, getting gluey, in the air conditioning of the room. Joyce was whimpering next to me.
Reaching down I stroked the small of her back reassuringly. What did she feel? With half my dick in her ass spilling seed? Was it good?
“Are you ok?” I asked tentatively.
“Mmmmm… you liked that?”
“Yeah…”
I tried to recall the first time, when I lost my virginity, and then all them times I fucked since. Loose cunts, tight ones: Gitte, the three Evans women, tight young Lindy, my love Beate, Ailse, and now Joyce… Being stuck in Joyce’s ass was the tightest fuck. But while I liked the novelty it wasn’t the same as coming in through the front door. At the same time Joyce’s ass was so tight.
Something cold and wet woke me from my contemplation. Joyce has taken a washcloth from the bathroom and was cleaning my crotch. In the dim light I watched her long fingers delicately curl around my limp tool. She dabbed my slit with the corner of the rag.
“There’s some poo on you,” she commented. I couldn’t believe it by I was reacting to her touch. How many times had I come? The fact that Joyce was naked added to my interest. In the poor light her curves were hardly defined but the swell of her breasts and the outline of her perk nipples were. Her skin glistened evocatively.
“You’re getting stiff… can’t get enough of Joycey can you?”
The pretense of the washcloth was discarded and her fingers curled around my half-swollen staff. Her fingers entwined my appendage: index finger under, middle finger over, ring finger under, pinky over… and this grid undulated its pressure. The palm of Joyce’s thumb touched the slit on the tip of my cock. I still wasn’t hard but pre-come oozed against her skin and I felt the tingle of her touch.
Joyce was kneeling on the mattress beside me. We watched, fascinated, as my cock slowly rose to half mask. I knew it was lethargic but at the same time I was pleased with any kind of erection, though Joyce seemed disappointed. She started stroking the foreskin over my cockhead. That drew more blood into my steadily stiffening member. Joyce bent over and took the bulb into her mouth. I could feel her lush lips press around the base.
Casually Joyce moved across the bed and swung her torso over mine. Her knees straddled my head. As her mouth engulfed the whole length of my prick she lowered her sex onto my face. Eagerly my tongue split her labia and probed her pink inner flesh. She must have used the bidet since there was no scent of our coupling. Instead there was the tangy musk of Joyce’s excitement. The stubble of her pubic patch scratched my face which didn’t bother me—it just made me more eager to suck her juices. My lips pressed against her labia and I strained my tongue to probe as deep as I could into her. The hard nub of her clit pressed against my upper lip and I massaged it as best I could.
Joyce’s was working on my glans. She teased my slit with the tip of her tongue and seemed to be trying to burrow in deeper. Every once in a while she’d swallow my entire hard-on and seemed to try to eat my pubes. I could feel the head of my cock press into the back of her throat as she held all of me until she gagged and had to release me. It was a strange sensation: I felt a heightened sensitivity to Joyce’s oral manipulations but was also so numb from all the prior exertions that there was no looming climax this side of the horizon. It was almost like an outer-body experience.
I put the sensation at the back of my mind and concentrated on the task at hand. I was lapping as deep as I could in the Joyce’s dank cleft. The pungent sap of her arousal cascaded over my face and the aroma clogged my nostrils. Her hips were humping up-and-down so that my tongue would trip over her clit. I tried to purse my lips around the button and when I was successful twirled my tongue over it. Finally I got a good purchase on the love-knob and tortured it with the tip of my tongue. Joyce started quivering as mini orgasms racked her body, but she broke away before I could make her come. Her hips descended planting her vagina firmly on my outstretched tongue.
It was almost suffocating. I pulled my head back and lapped Joyce’s plush labia and then behind the opening. My tongue brushed against her anus and she shuddered. Instantly I had this image of my cock plugging that tight opening. Instantly I felt even stronger in her mouth. I brushed against the petal and set Joyce trembling again. She broke away. My prick was entombed deep in her mouth and it sounded like she was gargling on it. I raised my hips to push it deeper. I hit her gag reflex and she almost spit me out, but as soon as she could breath started sucking.
She could tell I was about to come and lowered her pelvis so I could reach her with my mouth. Immediately I clasp my lips around the hood of clit and swirled my tongue across its surface. Joyce was jerking her head on my glans with her lips pulling up the foreskin. Joyce’s body was quaking and she pressed her sex harder against my mouth. I sucked on her clitoris while the surface of my tongue rasped against it. I don’t know where it came from but my climax was bubbling up. Joyce swallowed all my length and cupped my balls hard. My nose almost broke, stuck between her buttocks, almost broke from the quaking of Joyce’s climax, but the shudder ran through my prick as I joined her.
Her body was slippery and when I touched her clit she groaned and slid off, rolling onto her back. I flipped over so I was lying on my stomach with my head beside hers. Joyce’s chest was rising and falling as she recovered her breath, her tits compacted but swelling with each intake of air.
“I don’t believe it,” I murmured in her ear. Her eyes opened and she rolled her head to catch my gaze.
“What?” Joyce mumbled, her brown eyes quizzical.
“That you could make me come again.” She smiled as she closed her eyes. I draped an arm over her shoulders.
* * *
It felt like I hadn’t slept for more than ten minutes. I was lying on my side with my chest pressed against Joyce’s firm tits. She had my balls in a tight grip and was grinding them against each other. It was excruciating.
She was kissing my face. Big, wet, sloppy kisses. I grabbed her buttocks and pulled her closer to me, hoping that by squeezing her against me she’d free my balls. She didn’t. Instead my hard-on pressed against her flat belly. Joyce’s forefinger and thumb ringed the root of my dick while balls remained caressed in the palm of her hand. I kissed her back and found her lips. Her tongue snaked into my mouth. With her free hand she pushed the back of my head so my face mashed against hers. I fought her tongue with my own.
Silently she pushed me onto my back and straddled me. My prick lay against her labia which she rubbed over its length. She was dripping wet and soon I was slick. I felt so sore but Joyce’s urgency was infectious.
She held my dick upright and squatted on it. Only the bulb and maybe another inch penetrated. Her heat oozed over the top of my cock. Instinctively I pushed up and inserted another two inches. Joyce rose the same distance, and as my hips lowered she dropped the same. I shoved myself back into her, and she lifted her hips again. It was infuriating. I wanted so much to be embedded deep in her hot snatch. From the twinkle in her eye Joyce knew what I wanted but kept teasing me.
Finally it got to be too much for her. As I lowered my hips onto the bed Joyce was drawn down on my cock. Are pubic hairs entwined and her vagina rolled over my erection. She started fucking me awkwardly, rising till she was almost free from sword before impaling herself on it again. I cradled her thighs, helping to lift and lower her, my fingers running over the sweaty crease where her buttocks met her legs. My prick was sore and raw from use but this just made me more sensitive to the rippled texture of Joyce’s snatch.
Dawn was beginning to break. Joyce was emitting little grunts like a sleepy dog chasing rabbits in its dreams. I could tell she was urging herself on. Her right hand delved between her legs and started rubbing against the top of her slit. Her finger tips brushed against my shaft. She formed a V with her index and middle fingers which straddled her clitoris. It was nut hard and crimson and I thought it would burst. Joyce’s urgency increased as she stroked herself in time to fucking me. Her face screwed up and her climax was sending shudders down my cock. She started rocking faster while her fingers blistered the blood-red bulb and squeezed it between her finger knuckles. Her hand, her lips, all glistened in the first rays of the day.
When she came she fell back, soothing her cunt with her long fingers, spreading the lips wide, and exhuming me from her body. My cock plopped onto my belly. The sun cast a reddish hue to her dark moist body. She lay back, gathering herself for a few moments.
“You’d not got off, have you darling?” she asked. I shook my head. I wasn’t even sure I could get off again.
Joyce thought differently. She crawled up the bed on her hands and knees and picked up my drooping dick with her left hand. It was sore and red from the friction of our fucking. She brushed her lips along the underside perking it up. She kissed the bruised head and her tongue titillated the pee-hole exquisitely. Exposed to the morning air the juices that lubricated our love-making were growing sticky. Carefully she bathed the whole length, her tongue making little brushstrokes to wide me clean. By the time she was finished I was trembling in anticipation. The thought of her mouth encapsulating me, her hot breath all over my cock’s surface, had me believing I could come.
She held my erection vertical and contemplated the quivering meat.
“Suck me,” I whimpered. Joyce looked me in the eye and smiled.
“Oh no, darling…” Her hand moved up my cock so the foreskin hid the swollen head. “I want to watch you come…”
Her hand lowered till the heel rested on my pubic bone. The foreskin was taut, straining against my erection. She made a ring with the thumb and forefinger of her other hand and drew it over the stretched head. When the ring touched the corona of my glans I twitched involuntarily. She smirked wickedly.
And fucked me with both hands. Her ringed right hand flew up-and-down the glans and the sensitive underside. The other hand languidly pumped the lower half so the foreskin alternated between being relaxed and tight enough to snap. Joyce started tickling my balls with her fingernails and I felt from the deepest well a pending climax.
Joyce’s right hand formed a tube and it gripped my prick. She held it steady as if gauging how close I was to coming. With the other hand she stroked the root. Deciding she detected an inkling of something, her right hand masturbated the top half of my cock so fast that it was a blur.
“Come on…” she urged, “come on now, darling…”
The first spurt of come erupted from my cock and dribbled over her hand. Joyce stuck her left pinky into my anus and tickled my prostate. What ever reservoir that remained untapped burst out. The second spurt had more force, pushed by the third that flew out of the silo of her hand.
“Come on now…” A fourth glob splattered over her fast-moving hand, thin and translucent. Then a fifth that trickled into her palm.
Joyce released the base of my cock and slowed the piston action of her other hand. The post-climax sensitivity made me realize how raw my cock was. Immediately my hard-on dissipated.
I looked at the alarm clock: it was seven-fifteen. We had a team breakfast at eight and I knew that as well as the room I too stank of sex. I was exhausted physically, mentally and sensually.
“I’ve got to shower,” I announced and made my way to the bathroom. Joyce followed me in there and we stood under the showerhead in the lukewarm water. I washed myself with soap and shampoo; I felt sticky from the long night’s exertions. In front of me Joyce spread the suds over her ripe solid breasts. She rinsed provocatively by using the edge of her hands to slide the soap bubbles off her curves and from where it caught in her wiry pubic hair. Detaching the showerhead she used the handset and sprayed the water close to her body, dwelling as the jets pounded her sex.
“This is making me hot… Does it make you hot?” Dimly I nodded. My prick twitched. Joyce noticed. “I gotta taste your come again.”
She was on her knees in an instant and sucked on by stiffening dick like a popsicle with a long drawn pull back of her head. Somehow I rose to the occasion. I’d come six times already, but I was hard in seconds. Joyce was working the base of my erection with a firm grip of her left hand, syncopating the movement with her mouth. The edge of her tongue found the crown of my glans and swirled around it. The fingers of her other hand were clenched by spend gonads except for one which drew circles around my anus and pressed between by scrotum and rectum. She was milking the last drops of come skillfully.
My cock was numb from use, or abuse, but the little nips and pressure of Joyce’s lips and tongue were coaxing me toward a climax. I grabbed her head and bucked my hips into her face, forcing more of my cock into her mouth and indicating my need for a faster pace. Joyce responded with enthusiasm and gobbled up more my prick. The raw flesh tingled as it brushed against the edge of her teeth. I lent back against the wall. The shower’s handset careened on the bathtub floor like a headless snake. Joyce’s mouth kept fucking me hard, sensing that this climax could only be achieved by force and her willpower. I pushed her head so her lips pressed against my public ridge. I could feel her gullet constrict as she fought the need to gag but finally she fought to pull away. That took me over the edge. I struggled back and succeeded in getting my cockhead into her throat. The first splatter hit the back of it and I relaxed my grip.
Coughing Joyce pulled back. Sticky strands of saliva connected her lips to my pubic hair. Even though she was choking she kept sucking and fucking with her mouth. Two more gobs erupted and then I was spent.
A couple of minutes later we’d rinsed off again, dried ourselves and were getting dressed. From the adjoining rooms I could hear the commotion of my teammates getting ready for breakfast. It was five-to-eight. I left Joyce in my room while I joined the rest of the team.
* * *
I
played with lead feet. The injuries and suspensions had the coach play me out
of position, at the center of defense, so I had some excuse for the poor
performance other than being worn out by Joyce. The team we played was from
It took a couple of days to arrange our earlier than expected trip home. We were a pretty disconsolate bunch at the airport. While checking in our bags I saw Joyce in another line. I hadn’t seen her since that last, exhausting night. Joyce was in a queue for a local flight with a bunch of other people her age.
“Hey Joyce,” I greeted. She looked up, surprised to see me.
“What you want?” Her tone was hostile. I big guy loomed protectively behind her.
“Just want to say bye.”
“Go one side.”
I walked away. About five minutes later as we were going through security Joyce came up behind me.
“You had a good time, Holden?” she asked. Warily I nodded. “You jook good for a white boy… You boys going home?”
“Yes.”
“’Tis a shame you boys didn’t go on. For you anyways.”
“What about you?”
“I’m going home too. I’ve done what I could.” She nodded over her shoulder to the large man who had been with her earlier and seemed to be loitering with intent. “Dat’s my brother. You know him?”
I looked him over but didn’t recognize him. “I don’t think so.”
“Well, if he can win the next game he’ll play at the Olympics.” I recognized the crest on his shirt. “We all got to do what we can to help family and the national side. You ken’?”
I got it. Joyce pecked my cheek and whispered, “But it was a good time too.”