“Score! Ram it up in there, Jay! It may look tight, but there is plenty of room.”
Those words echoed inside of his head as he lay at the bottom of the pile. Multiple hands gripped various parts of his body. He still held the smooth leather football tightly in his left arm pressed close to his ribs. He was at least two feet shy of the goalline. The horn blasted, ending the game, as he struggled to stand. The hands that had fiercely held him were now clapping, slapping, and pumping with vigorous exuberance.
Jay hung his head and walked back to his sideline, shoulders sagging and feet dragging.
‘Two feet short,’ he repeated to himself. ‘Coach should of called someone else’s number. Maybe we would have scored and won.’
The two teams met and shook hands. Hollow High had lost 14 to 20. It was a bitter loss for the Falcons. They now were out of playoff contention. The home crowd had watched their boys battle the district favorite, Elantra Panthers, to the closest game yet this season. The Panthers were ranked 6th in state.
The boys huddled in the center of the locker room, kneeling. Coach addressed the team and spoke of pride and honor. Jay, still focused on his failure to punch into the endzone, heard not a word. The time spent showering and dressing was just a blur. Walking outside he almost fell to the ground as something pounced on his back.
Staggering to regain his balance he gripped tightly to the two legs squeezing his sides. The soft chuckle, golden curls dangling near his cheek, and warm breath on his neck allowed Jay to identify his attacker. A wide grin now crossed his face and his eyes widened.
“Steph, you almost knocked me flat!”
“Wait until tomorrow, I will knock your socks off,” Steph snapped back. “I am going to make all your fantasies come real!”
“Wow, what have you been taking? I am all yours, babe,” replied Jay gratefully. “Why not start tonight?”
“No, I want it to be special. I got it all planned out. Mom and Dad are both going out of town tomorrow morning. I want you, all alone, in my bedroom. A weekend of just you and me. You will forget all about this silly loss and silly game. Let’s go to the dance and have fun. You can dwell on the game later. But, tomorrow you can only think of me!” stated Stephanie seductively.
The dance was the usual after game activity; the tables and chairs in the lunchroom were folded and pushed to the sides. The deejay setup on the small stage up front. Sponsors and the cheerleaders had decorated with balloons and streamers. A strobe-light pulsated the room with rythmic beams of light.
Jay had no problem forgetting about the tight loss to Elantra. He was now totally focused on thoughts about how tight Stephanie’s vagina woud feel engulfing his hard sex-tool. He was aching to slip into her, but so far that had never happened. He finally fingered her just last Saturday. He could still taste her pre-cum, and smell her distinct aroma. He could hardly wait for tomorrow to arrive. With each dance, Jay inhaled Steph’s scent and his groin swelled with passionate blood. He cared little about the bulge in his pants being seen by others. Stephanie rubbed her torso gently against his rigid body and giggled with delight.
She had teased him for three months. She knew exactly what she was doing. Jay would not be her first. He would not be her last. Her hormones had been racing: eighteen and horny. She had given Jay several blowjobs, but had not allowed
him to touch her sex until last Saturday, and then only with his fingers. She wanted to keep this boy in suspense for as long as she herself could hold out. It had been tough, but she had prolonged intercourse for almost three months, this time. Jay was also eighteen and she had heard other girls talking about having him, so this would not be his first time either. However, she still wanted it to be special. She had never had sex with a boy in her bed and in her house. It had always been in a car or behind a secluded building. It was rushed and it was quick. She wanted it to be slow and easy. She wanted it to be long and hard.
The dancing lasted into the early hours of the next day. As the couples filed out of the building and into the parking lot, hands were held, lips smacked, and lovers exchanged goodbyes.
“I will be waiting for you in my room with only my satin nightie. Don’t forget to wait until 11:45 am to come. Mom and Dad will leave at 11:30 am and won’t be back until late Sunday night,” whispered Stephanie as she nibbled on Jay’s ear.
“Oh, don’t worry about me. I will be there. You just be ready to be rocked!” blurted out Jay loudly.
“Shhhhh! Jay do you want everyone to know!” exclaimed Steph as she ducked and dragged Jay down beside her car.
Each departed with excitement oozing from their pores. Just a few short hours later and they would be back together, alone. Wanting desperately to stay entangled, but knowing that their parents would expect them both at home before the dawn, Steph speed away in her cherry red Sunfire and Jay backed out his Chevy 1500 and cruised in the opposite direction.
Jay woke with a stiff woody stretching his briefs as it sought space. Jay had been dreaming of Steph and her tight juicy pink hole. Rolling over on his back, he arched his back and reached his arms over his head. It just could not wait. He knew that if he jerked-off now, he would last longer the first time with Steph. He reached under his bed for his stash of lotion with one hand as his other provided needed release for his cock as he pulled his underwear to his knees. Once lathered, he proceeded to stroke with both hands. He closed his eyes and tried to perceive a mental image of Steph’s hairless sex-pie. He remembered her smooth and wet lower lips devoid of the slighest hair or stubble.
“Oh, she must shave daily, ohhhhh,” he breathed.
His hips arched as his hands increased speed. Finally he spurted a thick stream and signed in relief. Breathing heavily he grabbed a handful of tissues from his nightstand and cleaned himself. He showered and spent extra time in front of the mirror primping. He wanted Steph to drool when he undressed and stood in front of her displaying his body. He drenched himself with cologne and then dressed: t-shirt and his tightest jeans. He went back to the bathroom mirror just so he could get a last look at how his butt looked. Smiling sinisterly he picked up his wallet and keys, and headed downstairs.
As he made his way to the front door, Jay heard his mother emptying the dishwasher and her voice call out his name. He ignored her and quickly exited the house and ran to his truck. He knew his mother would have chores for him to do. He would let nothing come between him and his erotic plans with Steph. Blasting his heavy metal tunes, he squeeled his tires as he left. His groin began to surge as his thoughts turned to Stephanie. The drive was about ten minutes, if he hit the street lights at the right time.
Pulling up to her house, Jay noticed Steph’s car out front and her parents Suburban missing from the driveway. The only other vehicle at the house was her father’s work truck. The plan was working.
Jay drove past the house and around the corner; a vacant lot resided just there. He would park his truck in front of this lot to keep any neighbors from getting suspicious. Reaching under the seat, he pulled out a small tackle-box. Inside was an ample supply of a variety of condoms. Snatching a handful, Jay walked down the alley and entered the back gate.
Stephanie’s parents had a two-story brick house. The yard was always well maintained and had the greenest grass. Jay admired the way her dad worked hard and provided for his family. Jay’s own dad was no where to be found. His father left when Jay was only a few years old; he had no memories of him. His mom gave him few details. Their home was two stories also, but much older and in need of several repairs. Something Jay hoped to remedy in the near future, now that football was almost over.
A mild splash caused Jay to quickly glance toward Steph’s pool. It was rectangular in shape with a slide and diving board. A cascading ripple originated from the far end of the pool.
“Skinny-dipping, now why didn’t I think of that,” escaped from Jay’s smirking lips. He tugged his t-shirt over his head and unfastened the button on his pants as he glared into the water.
A slender form could be seen moving under the incoming waves. As the form neared the edge it began to rise. Jay froze.
The hair breaking through the surface was not honey-comb blonde, but dark brunette. The tan shoulders protruding on either side and long slender fingers gripping the edge of the deck did not belong to Stephanie.
Stepping back and fumbling with the button on his jeans, Jay’s mouth dropped open as he gazed at the large, soft breasts overflowing from the tight, white bikini-top. Jay doubted if both his hands could hold just one of her tits. He knew his mouth would in no way hold more than the areola firmly defined under the transparent fabric. He drooled and stared as the sexy mature woman pulled herself onto the deck slinging her head back spraying Jay with a showery mist. Just as her top revealed her tasty nipples, the bikini-panties looked as if they were spray-painted on. The luscious outer lips of her labia were clearly visible; her triangle-shaped bush pointing to her sex flower.
“Hello Jay. What a surprise seeing you. A welcome surprise as a matter of fact. Would you like to go for a swim? The pool is heated and the water feels wonderful,” seductatively stated Jeannie, Steph’s mother.
Eyes still straining to examine her sexy body, Jay stuttered and stammered at a loss for words. Jeannie slyly shifted her weight and widened her stance providing the young man with a better view.
She licked her plump lips as she took a close look at the toned body standing before her. A small twitch deep with her groin caused goose-bumps to race up her spine resulting in a flip of her head and a smile to emanate across her face. She had not felt the rod of a man for over a year. Bill, her husband, was devoted to his job. He ignored all of her advances with excuses of being tired and not in the mood. Jeannie was beginning to think that it was much more than that. A new young secretary hired ten months ago was at the root of this problem. She had no proof, but she did have her suspicions. But, here was a young stick to scratch her itch.
Yes, it was her daughter’s boyfriend. She had many boyfriends; one every couple of months. This one was going to satisfy mom’s desires this weekend.
“Mrs. Whelming, I am sorry. Excuse me for interrupting your swim. I was looking for Steph.”
“Sorry honey, but Steph and Bill went out of town this weekend. Surprise getaway for daughter and dad to bond. You understand don’t you?”
“Oh, Steph and I had plans. I guess she didn’t know. Well, I guess I will see her when she gets back. Goodbye Mrs. Whelming.”
“Jay, before you go, can you do me a favor? I have a plumming problem in the bathroom in my bedroom upstairs. Can you take a look at it? The plummer told me he could not get to it until Monday. I would be really grateful to you.”
Jeannie had to have an excuse to get him to come into her lair so she could spring her seductive moves on the young stud.
“Uh, ok! I can take a look. What kind of problem are you having?”
Jay wanted to get a closer view of Mrs. Whelming’s body. This would give him that chance. His hungry cock pulsed against his jeans. He had never looked closely at Mrs. Whelming before; his attention had always been focused on her daughter. He liked what he saw.
Mrs.Whelming turned quickly and appeared to be skipping toward the patio as her voice squealed, ” Alright, follow me!”
Jay followed with his eyes fixed on her giggling ass. Her butt cheeks were hanging out as her swimsuit rode-up along her crack. Tight, well-formed, and tan described her ass. Jay could feel the crotch of his pants tighten. He attempted to straighten his swelling manhood with a tug, but there was no room to maneuver in his jeans.
As she entered the house and ascended the stairs, Jay reached into his pants and pulled his erection toward his navel; the head protruded from the top of his jeans. Covering it with the wadded-up t-shirt he held in his hand, Jay followed Mrs. Whelming to the bathroom upstairs in her bedroom.
“Jay take a look under the sink. I think something needs to be screwed. I need to get out of these wet clothes.”
He stepped into the bathroom and glanced over his shoulder watching Jeannie as she dropped her towel and moved toward her closet. She opened the closet door slowly peeling off her bikini, letting it drop to the lush white carpet. Jay froze and fixed his unblinking eyes upon her lucious nude body. No tan-lines were visible. As she turned toward him, he also turned and unexpectantly bumped into the door-frame causing him to stumble into the bathroom.
“Honey, did you find what needed to be screwed? It should be easy to see,” stated Jeannie seductively.
Jay looked franticly under the sink examining the pipes, but found nothing unusual.
“Mrs. Whelming, I am sorry, but I can find nothing wrong with your sink,” he said as his voice cracked.
” That is ok. I will call the plumber out on Monday. I appreciate your help. Now can you help me with another problem? Come here.”
Jay turned from the sink. Mrs. Whelming was laying on her bed with her legs opened wide, propped-up on her elbows and batting her thick eye-lashes. Her red lips were pursed and smiling slyly. Her other lips were in plain view: they looked like a slice of roast beef folded and pressed together. A slither of pink peaked from beneath. Her pubic hair still damp, curled tightly on her mons. Jay licked his lips, but stood as a statue.
“I need my plumbing serviced. Bring that pipe-snake in your pants over here. Just ram it up in there, Jay. It may look tight, but there is plenty of room. My juicies are flowing and I am ready for your hard dick,” squealed Mrs. Whelming.
Dropping his shirt, Jay fumbled with his pants and tripped falling with a thud onto the floor. Jeannie laughed as the young man peeled his jeans and underwear from his body. Socks still on, his erection led him to the edge of the bed.
This was not Jay’s first time, but it was his first with a mature woman. His hands trembled and his cheeks were flushed. He wanted to be smooth and in control, but his balls wanted to explode. Just the sight of Mrs. Whelming’s moist pussy was causing his penis to surge, oozing with pre-cum.
Mrs. Whelming smiled with delight in response to the effect she was having on the young stud. His face and chest tightened as he tried to use all his bodily muscles to help prolong the overwhelming desire to fire his load. He had yet to even physically touch her. Placing a hand on either side, Jay slid up to position his pipe-snake to go down the hole. Jeannie’s hot breath blew against his forehead. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as the head of his rod pushed past her swollen pink pedals and penetrated her wet flower.
The nerves on the tip of his love-toy sent a rippling sensation of ecstacy throughout his body. Knowing he could hold back no more, Jay pushed in fully and proceeded to pump wildly in and out. His hands clinched the sheets on the mattress.
‘Ohhhhh, noooooo! Shit noooooooooooo,’ blared within his mind. He had blown this score. How many opportunities did a guy get to bang a hot older chick. This was a “cougar.” He lasted only a few seconds. His body straightened, tightened, and then feel limp over her warm smooth figure. He was surprised when he felt her arms wrap around
him and her long fingers clenching his ass.
“It’s ok. We have all weekend long to work on your staying power. You just need to relax. I will prepare a bubble bath for us to both relax.”
Jay improved as the weekend progressed and Jeannie savored every thrust. It was not the score Jay was expecting, but it was a score. In fact, Jay scored multiple times. Each time, “Score! Ram it up in there,” was in his thoughts.
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