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Skins vs. Boys (TG, FM, femdom, anal)
by Couture ([email protected])
(c) 2001 Couture

The biggest football game of the year was almost over, 
and my husband sat next to me angry and blushing in 
humiliation, while I cheered.  Call me a bitch, but I 
took extra pains to rub it in.  "Wahooo!  The Skins 
are going to lose to the Boys!" I cheered.  Then I got 
up and did a little victory dance in front of his 
face.  "The - Skins - are - Pansies!"  

Now ordinarily, when I was wearing my little grey 
exercise shorts that look like the tiny version of 
their football equivalents and a cutoff Cowboys 
football jersey, my husband would have been all eyes, 
but today he wasn't quite so happy.  Hee-hee, he 
always said that I look sexier wearing this than any 
of that satin and lace stuff.  It's good that he 
thinks so, because I'm not a big fan of wearing satin 
and lace -- never have been.  I've always been more of 
the tomboy type, and never grew out of it.  

My husband used to be okay with this.  However, 
lately, he has been pestering me to wear some other 
things.  "I'm just getting a little bored with the 
same-o same-o," he had said.

Then, earlier this week, when I was doing my usual, 
the Skins-suck-routine, before the big game, he said 
he wanted to make a bet...to make it *interesting*.

I thought for sure he was going to ask me to wear some 
sexy lingerie, but nothing prepared me for what he 
said next.  Can you believe what he said he wanted me 
to do if I lost?  He wanted me to have anal sex with 
him.  

Granted, he's tried that shit before, but I always 
stopped him.  Then he pretended like, "Oops, sorry, 
honey - wrong hole."  Now, don't get me wrong, I would 
probably have tried it.  However, there have been 
things that I wanted to do - things that turn *me* on 
- and each time he would say, "Honey, I can't do 
*that*!"  

So, the asshole had known the Skins were predicted to 
win by 14, and he wanted to take advantage of me pure 
and simple.  Well, who's laughing now?

It is all over but the crying.  The Skins had lost to 
the Boys 21-14, and I had won.  Poor little hubbie was 
shifting uneasily in his seat.

"Honey, I know we made a bet, but maybe I could do 
something else," he said hopefully.  "I'll clean the 
house by myself for a month.  I'll even dust your 
Cowboys stuff." 

Ha-ha, our living room is divided by an imaginary 
Maginot Line with Cowboys memorabilia on one side and 
Redskins crap on the other.  Each of us, of course, 
refuses to dust the other's stuff -- just on general 
principle.  "Please?" he pleaded.

"A bet is a bet, sweetie," I answered, loving every 
minute of his mortification.  "Come on, I've got a 
bath already run for you."  It wasn't just the bath, I 
had *everything* ready.  I had been working on this 
all week, and I wasn't going to give him a chance to 
think of a way to wimp out of it.

I walked with him to the bathroom, my hand squeezing 
his ass through his jeans.  "Let's get you out of 
these nasty old Redskin things.  No, no, honey, let me 
do that for you," I said, undressing him.  I was 
pleased to see his cock standing up at attention like 
a good little sailor; it appeared that though he was 
trying to pretend he didn't like the consequences of 
his loss, another part of him liked it very much.  

I kissed him and gave his nipples a quick pinch, 
watching as his cock bobbed into the air in reaction.  
"Ha-ha, it looks like someone likes this."  I picked 
up a bottle of hair remover, and began to coat his 
body with it.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I want you smooth and soft," I replied, paying 
attention to his cock with the lotion.  Now, I know it 
says on the bottle that you aren't supposed to put it 
on the genitals, but surely they were just talking 
about women, right?

"I think you are taking this too far.  Please, honey, 
I don't feel comfortable doing this," he whined.

"How do you think it makes me feel, when I do this 
stuff for you?"  I had him there, and he shrugged and 
shut up.

"Hon, this - err, this stuff kind of burns."

"That's natural, dear; you should try a wax sometime.  
Besides, you've only got two more minutes - try to be 
brave," I soothed.

He grew increasingly uncomfortable, shifting his body 
uneasily as he stood.  "How much longer?"

"Your ten minutes is up, let's get all this nasty hair 
off of you," I said, as I took a wet washcloth and 
wiped the hair off his body.  "Come on, into the tub 
with you."

He practically jumped into the bathtub, sighing with 
relief.  He looked so cute, blushing in his little 
bubble bath, I almost laughed at his embarrassment.

He wanted desperately to wash himself, but I had the 
sponge and gel in my hands and bathed him.  I think he 
liked it in the end.

I even dried him when it was over, to get him used to 
having me do things and be in charge.  I took him in 
front of the mirror and picked up a tube of lipstick.  
I wondered if he would go through with it.

"Uh-huh, this is too much, honey!  I can't do this!" 
he said, backing away.

"A bet is a bet.  Would you have fucked my ass?" I 
asked.

"Yes..." he squeaked.

"Well, it has always been my fantasy to be with a 
woman."  I could see the look of surprise in his eyes.  
"Don't worry, silly, I would never do it in real life.  
I could never get over the whole gay thing.  But, with 
you, I could pretend and still be normal."

"Please, honey," I cooed, rolling his balls in my 
other hand.  "I promise to make it worth your while.  
Maybe, I will even give you what you wanted."  Oh, 
that really got his attention.  He stood perfectly 
still while I made his face.  

"Do your lips like this, doll," I said, rolling my 
lips in and out to a pucker.  He blotted the excess 
lipstick onto a piece of toilet paper, after I showed 
him.

"You are so gorgeous, I could eat you up."  I kissed 
him deeply, bending him backwards over the sink.  I 
could feel my pussy gushing with my new found power.  

"We're almost there, sweetie, just a few more yards to 
the end zone."  I sprayed some perfume on the more 
interesting spots on his body, enjoying his discomfort 
and his scared uneasy eyes.  Next came a pair of 
dangly clip on earrings.  I knelt down and sucked his 
cock, taking it all the way down -- his favorite 
thing.  

It began to spasm, and I pulled away.  "Not yet.  Lift 
your feet for me, doll," I said, putting a pair of 
panties under his feet.  I pulled them up and almost 
giggled at the picture he made, all made up, but with 
a hard cock sticking out of his panties.  I could hold 
back no longer, and burst out laughing at him when he 
noticed the panties I had picked out.  They were 
Dallas Cowboys panties.  "I always promised I would 
turn you into a Cowboys fan!" I laughed. 

"Hell, no!" he said, tugging down the panties.  "I 
might do a lot of things, but I'm not wearing Cowboys 
panties!"

I grabbed the back of the panties and held them up, 
wedged into his ass.  I thrust my pelvis against him, 
and tugged the panties up with each thrust.  "Mmmmmm, 
you've got me so turned on, baby.  Don't worry, I'll 
be taking the panties off my favorite little 
cheerleader in just a minute...if I can wait that 
long."  I kissed him deeply again, until I felt his 
resistance melting away.

Next, I put on the top.  I'm surprised he didn't fight 
me on that one.  It was a blue western style bikini 
top with tassels that hung down from it.  I pressed my 
body against his, and rubbed up and down to keep him 
distracted while I put the breast forms in place.  
Then I put the white boots onto his waiting feet.  
God, he looked cute in those boots.

"You are almost in the end-zone now, you sexy thing!" 
I said, as I put a cowboy hat on his and sexy long 
blonde wig on his head.  He blushed, but obediently 
let me adjust the hair until he looked *perfect*.  And 
he was gorgeous, my perfect little cowgirl...almost 
ready to ride.  I could feel the end zone, just a few 
yards away.

"God, I wish we had done this sooner.  You are so 
fucking hot, I could cum from just looking at you, 
doll face." He blushed with the compliment.  Yes, I 
could get used to this blushing and shy eyes routine.  
"Let's put your little guns on now." 

I buckled the holster on, giving him a playful smack 
on the bottom.  "I worked real hard on the guns.  Give 
them a try!"

He reached his hand down, grabbed the guns, and tried 
to pull up.  The look of surprise on his face, when he 
heard the click as the triggers snapped down trapping 
his fingers was priceless.  He tugged up, but they 
wouldn't give.  He tried to reach the buckle, but it 
just slid in the direction his hands moved.  At first, 
he thought he had done something wrong, but then there 
was a look of recognition and alarm, when he figured 
out I had done it on purpose.

"I had a feeling you might try to be a tease tonight."  
I ground my pussy against his ass, pleasuring myself 
and holding him totally immobile at the same time.

I reached into the medicine cabinet and pulled out a 
jar of asoline.  He renewed his struggles at the first 
sight of the little tub of lubricant, but he simply 
had no leverage.

I slowly took a big dollop out with two fingers, in 
front of his face.  "Trust me, honey, you will *need* 
this."

He understood that it could be a long night without 
any lubrication.  He would save his fight for later, 
but he knew this part was necessary.  Little did he 
know, there wouldn't be a later.

"Such a pretty little ass on my cute cowgirl 
cheerleader," I remarked as I stroked his ass cheeks.  
With my other hand, I undid the laces on my shorts.  
Ha-hah, I already wore the harness, and only had to 
attach the greased dildo.  It was time to get in the 
end zone.  Right up the middle!  He didn't suspect a 
thing.  

That was - until he felt something much larger than a 
finger pushing through the grommet of his virgin ass.

"Ow-ow-ow!  Stop, it hurts!  Ugh!" he groaned.  When 
he figured out I wasn't going to stop, he tried 
another strategy.  "Please, Trace, not so fast.  It 
hurts!  God, you're splitting me!"

Touchdown!  The crowd goes wild!  "Is my little 
cheerleader a virgin?"  

When he didn't answer, I prodded him again with the 
faux cock.  "Hmmm?"

"Ugh!  Yes, I'm a virgin.  Please, Trace, not so 
rough..."

"Call me Troy!" I ordered, pushing in forcefully 
again.

Now, I hadn't planned on making him call me Troy, but 
once I had him helpless, I couldn't resist.  It wasn't 
like he had to do it, anyway.  I mean, he was going to 
get fucked, sure, but take it like a man, not a sissy.

"Oww, please, T-troy, not so rough..."

"Don't pretend you're a virgin.  You're nothing but a 
cheap groupie slut!  I bet you've given your sweet 
little ass to everyone on the team."

"Ugh, no I <aiiee> h-haven't."

"And what's my name, slut?"

"T-t-troy."

"Why don't we go into the bedroom, so we can do this 
right then, slut?  I would hate for you to lose your 
virginity in the bathroom.  It should be special."  
Well, special for me, because I had a video camera 
hidden and pointed at the bed.

I pulled him away from the sink, but kept my dildo in 
his ass.  He stood there bent over, then turned his 
head and said, "I-I-I can't w-walk like this."

"The only way you are going to the bed, is if I ride 
you there, cowgirl."  I only had a quarter of the 
dildo in him, surely he could walk.  So, I began to 
walk, forcing him to move forward or get impaled.  He 
chose to move forward, albeit bent over in a duck 
waddle.  The little liar just needed the appropriate 
motivation.

I led him to the bed and pushed his head down, while 
his legs remained upright.  Yes, I would have a lot of 
leverage like this, and it also provided a good angle 
for the camera I had set up.

I began to push in again, loving the sound of his 
groans.  "Do you want to do this the easy way or the 
hard?" I asked.

"Ugh, the easy way!" 

Boy, that was quick!  "I promise to go slow, if you 
will tell me how it feels getting fucked by me.  Be 
sure to remember my name."

"Ouch, p-please, honey, let's stop this.  Ow-Ow-Owee--
-o-okay, it feels like-"

<Smack!> I slapped his ass.  "No, tell me just like a 
cheerleader would talk - a little, bubble headed 
blonde cheerleader."  No response...yet.

"Oh, Troy, your cock is so big in my pussy!  I want to 
be a good little cheerleader, let me do the work for 
you!" I encouraged in my best ditz voice.

I wondered if he would stoop so low as to do it.  I 
was pushing him further than I had a right to, and I 
knew it.  I had already taken his ass.  The battle was 
over; I just wanted to see how far he would go.  I 
thrust the cock into him, until it was halfway in his 
ass.  I felt sorry for him, in a way.  He only wanted 
to fuck me with six inches; I could only imagine what 
it would be like to take ten *thick* inches.

"Owww, please!  Wait!  Oh, T-troy, your cock is big, 
in my tight pussy.  Let me be a good cheerleader.  
Okay?  Please, I'll do the work," he said, working his 
hips on the cock.

I pulled the cock back until just the head was in, so 
that I could watch him take it voluntarily.  He began 
to inch back on the cock.

God, I was dripping!  "Keep talking, slut!" I 
demanded.

"Oh, God, it's big, Troy.  It feels unnatural, so full 
when it goes in.  It's such a relief when it goes out.  
Ugh!  Like the best shit ever...  Ow, Ow, please, will 
you put some more lube on?  There's a tube on the 
nightstand, I bought in case <ugh> you know."

I squirted the lube on his ass and my fake cock.  "Is 
that better?  Does the slut like having a sloppy 
cunt?"

"Ugh!  Yes, I like having a sloppy cunt.  It - it 
feels good." 

He was actually doing it now.  He hadn't taken but 
half of it in, but he was fucking it willingly.  Well, 
I guess I'm being a pessimist; the cup was half full 
depending on how you looked at it and judging from his 
moans, he probably believed the latter.

"Who's the best quarterback in the NFL?" I asked, as I 
began to fuck him back.

"You, Troy."
 

"The best running back?" I asked, smacking his ass as 
I fucked him.

"Emmit Smith."

"The best Coach?"

"Jimmy Johnson."

"That's right.  Okay, slut, tell me.  Who's the best 
owner?"

"Ah, Jesus, Trace!"

<Smack!> I spanked his ass real hard.  "Remember my 
name!"

"Please, Troy, don't make me say that," he sobbed.  I 
couldn't believe it, he was crying.  I wondered what 
for.  I pumped even faster, fucking him into 
submission.  I tore the panties off, because they were 
getting in my fucking way.  Slapping the cheeks of his 
ass, I enjoyed their color; a nice shade of red for a 
former Redskin.

"Who's the best owner, bitch?"

"Ugh-ugh-ugh, Jerry Jones, goddamn it! <ugh> Jerry 
Jones is <ugh> the best fucking owner!"

I was all the way in now.  I was fucking him with the 
full ten inches, and he was meeting every stroke like 
a good little slut cheerleader.  "Who has the best 
cock?"

"Oh, God!  You, Troy, ugh - ugh - I think - I'm -"

I pulled my stiff cock out of his ass with a plop, and 
lifted his hips off the bed he was trying to hump.  
"Oh, no you don't, slut.  I'm in the mood for a little 
missionary position."  His asshole looked so adorable; 
it was so red and angry.  It was also so open.  I blew 
into his little hole and listened to his gasp, as his 
ass clenched, then opened back up.  Hee-hee, I had 
opened his little back door, and the poor thing could 
barely stand it.

I pushed him up on the bed and rolled him over.  I 
loved the feeling of power as I looked down at my 
little cowgirl, looking up at me with those 
apprehensive eyes.  However, the hat had fallen off, 
taking with it the wig and the mood I had strived so 
hard to create.  I should have just fucked him doggie 
style.  But, the hair was easily remedied; I just 
slipped the wig and hat back on.  He was adorable once 
again.  

"Come on, slut, spread those legs for your man."  He 
obliged, but not enough.  He looked sexy, but what I 
had in mind was a slut - a fucktoy.  I grabbed him by 
both of his boots high heels, and spread his legs out 
and up.  His little deflowered hole once again visible 
and gaping.  I moved my body to the side, so the 
camera could capture this moment.  I would definitely 
want to relive this moment again.

I pushed his legs up farther and placed my cock next 
to his.  I had never seen him this swollen or hard 
before, but compared to his, mine was a monster.  
"Wow, my cock is so much bigger than your hot little 
clit!"  I don't know what possessed me to say that.  I 
had never been mean to him like this before, but I 
loved it.  I got off on it, and I wanted more.

I watched his face intently as I slapped his penis 
with my cock.  "Isn't it?"  I slapped his penis again 
with the dildo, watching him flinch.  It didn't hurt 
me at all.  

"Yes, it is bigger," he admitted reluctantly.

I placed my cock against his tender little brownie. 
"My cheerleader needs a big cock in her pussy, doesn't 
she?"

"Yes," he whispered.

"Tell me what you want, slut."  He was mine now.  As 
much as he might like to put things back like they 
were, our relationship was changed forever.

"I want you to fuck me.  I want you to fuck my pussy, 
Tracy."

I slammed into him brutally with one stroke, and began 
to pummel his ass.  "What did you call me?" I shouted.  
"You said you were a virgin, and now you're calling me 
someone else's name!  Who have you been giving that 
pussy up to?"

"Ouch!  You're hurting me, Trac- I mean, Troy."  His 
voice began to change as he assumed the role of my 
sweet cheerleader once again.  "Please, you're killing 
my ass - my pussy, with your big dick!  Oh, God!  It's 
too big for that, please, slow down."

I felt his legs around me, pulling my body into his, 
trying to slow my thrusts.  "I love it when you wrap 
those sexy legs around me and pull me into your pussy, 
slut."  I began to work his ass with short hard 
thrusts that caused my stomach to slap against his 
cock with each plunge.  

"Oh, God!  Shit!  Fuck me!  I'm- I'm-" he moaned.

Shit, the little slut was getting ready to cum.  Oh, 
no you don't!  Not like this!  I grabbed his legs and 
put them over my shoulders.  He had fucked me like 
this before, so I knew the effect it had.  Not only 
are you utterly helpless and penetrated fully, you 
have to watch it.  You cannot help but watch your 
pussy get royally fucked.  

"Ugh - ugh - so deep.  Ah...fuck me!  Fuck!  Fuck!  
I'm cumming!" he cried.

I grabbed his little clit and pointed it at his face.  
You could definitely call it a clit now, because it 
wasn't even hard.  But, he was cumming with it, 
nonetheless.  "Open your mouth, sissy, I want to cum 
in it," I demanded.

He opened his mouth.  I couldn't believe it.  I jerked 
his little clit, spurting his cum in his mouth and on 
his face.  It was a little disappointing, I wanted him 
to have great gobs of thick pearly cum on his face, 
but this cum was almost clear.  There was an awful lot 
of it, though -- more than I had ever seen him shoot 
before.

I began to fuck him again.  I stared at his very used 
and soiled face as he winced in discomfort.  He had 
gotten off, and wasn't into it anymore.  God, it was 
great.

"P-please, honey.  Enough.  <ugh> You've had your 
<ugh> fun now."  

"I may have had fun, but I haven't gotten a nut.  I'm 
going to cum in your pussy."  I thrust the cock all 
the way to the hilt, over and over again.  On the 
other end of the harness, there was a small dildo that 
was in my pussy.  Every time the larger one met 
resistance, the sensation was transmitted to my pussy.  
However, since I had loosened his ass, I wasn't 
meeting the resistance I needed.

"I need to cum, baby.  Come on, doll, squeeze it with 
your pussy, so I can cum!"

I watched as his face wrinkled in concentration and 
pain.  I felt the dildo move in my cunt.

"Ow, please, it hurts too much," he sobbed.  He was 
crying again, what a fucking baby.

"Do it, bitch.  Squeeze your little sissy cunt now, or 
I'll fuck you raw!"

I could feel it again.  The look on my precious 
sissy's face, and the whine escaping from his open 
mouth, was enough to take me over the edge.  

"That's it.  Oh, God!  I'm cu- I'm cu- I'm cumming!"  
Fuck, it was a huge, mind-blowing, melt-your-pussy 
cum, too.  It was the best ever -- even better than my 
first.

I pressed my mouth against his, and explored it with 
my tongue.  I could taste the bitter taste of his cum 
on his lips.  I reached between my legs and squeezed 
the bulb below my cock, causing it to squirt out its 
liquid.  I was cumming in his ass.  I could feel his 
moan as it left his throat and went to my lungs.  

"I love you, Troy," he whispered, as I kissed his 
eyelids.

"Call me Trace," I said, and kissed him deeply again.

******************

Things are very different in our house now.  All that 
Redskins memorabilia has been thrown away...the living 
room is now a Cowboys shrine.  We only watch the 
Cowboys play now, and that is much more enjoyable when 
you have a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader between your 
legs licking your pussy.  

We have a standing bet now.  Well, it was sort of a 
compromise.  I only get to fuck him when the Cowboys 
win.  If they lose, then he finishes me off with his 
mouth.  Then, I take him over my lap and give him a 
paddling...a little red skin for pulling for the 
Redskins.  I know it doesn't sound very fair, but 
after all, I still have the tapes.

Shhh...don't tell anyone, but Monday when Dallas 
played the Niners, I saw him cheering for my Boys.  He 
looked so sweet rustling his little pom-poms.  He 
caught me smiling down at him, blushed, and quickly 
hid his face between my legs, but it was too late.  I 
knew his little secret.  That night, I fucked him with 
my cock, anyway.  He was actually eager...the little 
slut.  

The End

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