“Motherfuckers. How the hell did that happen?” Looks like Coach is pissed. He signaled to our defense something.
I really wasn’t paying attention to what coach was doing. I was too busy trying to breathe. I think that last hit might have cracked my ribs.
Looks like I was right about this game. We were in the fourth and the score is 17- 14. So far we were only ahead by three points. Most of the team was exhausted.
Just then I looked up from feeling my ribs to make sure they were still there and see our left tackle rip the helmet off the quarterbacks head before he could get the ball out of hand. Guess the quarterback didn’t see him coming or whatever the reason was coach told our defense the blitz the hell out of them. Looks like they’re going to have to punt back to us.
Coach found our main return man Riddion.
“Alright son we only have less than a minute left on the block. I just need you to catch the ball and hold onto it with everything you have. You hear me?”
Riddion nodded his head, “Yes coach.”
The return team went out onto the field. Coach looked at all of us, “Alright I need us to run down that clock. Nossin you think you can handle that?”
Troy immediate replied, “Yes coach.”
Coach nodded, “Now remember to keep your eyes open. Find you’re open man and throw the ball to him just like we practiced.”
Once again Troy replied, “Yes coach.”
Coach turned around to face the field and watched as Riddion caught the ball and ran the hell out of the ball.
At first he ran for 5 yards. Then 10. Then 20. Finally he was tackled for 28 yards returned. I looked up at the clock to read we only had 28 seconds left before the game was over. Riddion had ran the clock 24 seconds for that return.
It was the offensives turn to get out on the field. Before Nossin started out coach grabbed him, “Remember take your time. Run down that clock.”
Troy nodded and headed towards everyone waiting for the huddle.
Troy kneeled down, “Ok. We’re going to do a QB Kneel so we can run down the clock. Everyone got that?”
All of us nodded.
We lined up and waited for Troy’s magic words.
“Hut.”
“Hut.’
“Hike.”
The offense pushed the defense back and I watched as Troy kneeled.
The clock ran down. Each second was excruciating. 27…26…25…24…21… 15…kneel…12…10…8…6…4…2…0.
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I walked out of the gym to see my parents, Amanda, and her parents talking to one another. As soon as they saw me whatever they were doing they immediately stopped.
I wonder if they were talking about something. For all I know they were probably talking about something as simple as next weeks game. Or they could be talking about my cousin coming to staying with my parents and me and the impact it might play with Amanda spending the night on the weekends. I really hope it was the ladder and not that.
Amanda’s dad reached me first before my parents could. He stuck out his hand to me, “Great game tonight. Great game.”
My parents both said, “That was a great game son.”
I had to drop my bag on the ground in order to grasp Amanda’s father’s hand. I shook his hand, “Thank you, sir.”
He looked at me seriously, “How many times have I told you it is alright to call me by my real name?”
Amanda quickly slapped her father’s arm, “Please you know Jay’s parents raised him better than that.”
He squeezed my hand hard this time. It actually felt like the bones in my hand were beginning to turn into dust. He vigorously shook my hand with a huge smile on his face and laughed, “That’s why I love this boy. He treats me with so much respect. I love it. Lord knows I can’t get any respect at home.”
This time Amanda’s mom slapped her husbands arm hard. He quickly let go of my hand and pretended to hide behind me. He hunkered down behind me pretending I was a shield from his wife, “Hide me.”
This time Amanda’s mom gave him a scowl that made me even cringe. Amanda just laughed, “Sometimes I wonder how you raised me father. You act like a child too much.”
My parents didn’t say much while Amanda’s father was talking. But even they were laughing at what was going on.
I watched as an idea formed in his head and he wrapped an arm around me. He pulled me close into him, “Say you want to trade lives for the night? I think my wife if going to beat me tonight.”
Amanda’s mom continued to scowl at him, “If you keep this up I will beat you up.”
He laughed, “Oh you know you love it.”
This time my parents butted in, “I think it’s time we let the winner and his girl spend some time together.” They looked at me, “We’ll see you at home son.”
Before I could even answer or anything they turned around and walked off.
Amanda’s mom wrapped her arm around her husbands arm, “I think that’s a love- ly idea.” She turned her attention to her daughter, “We’ll see you after the weekend sweetheart. If you run into any problems just give us a call.” When she turned around she nearly had to drag her husband off.
As the rounded the corner I heard Amanda’s dad call off, “Save me. I’ll give you a $100 if you save me.”
I heard Amanda laugh. I looked over at her to see that she was shaking her head, “Sometimes I wonder if he’ll ever grow up.”
She looked over at me as I smiled her, “I doubt it.”
She smiled at me and wrapped her arm around mine, “Come on let’s go home.” I smiled at her and we walked off towards my car.
As we walked towards my car my mind began to wonder what was going to hap- pen tonight. I knew for sure if I tried to tie up Amanda and have our usual fun now we’d probably wake up my parents. No matter how many times Amanda has told me how much she loves being my slave the moment I order her to be quiet so can’t. I really need to find a new punishment for her so that she would be quiet during our sessions.
At first when Amanda had talked me into treating her like a slave I was hesitant. Took me quite a bit of time to be comfortable enough to were I looked forward to when Amanda and I can be alone just so I can treat her like my slave. At least I know I’m not the only who looks forward to it because before I can give Amanda my first order she remembers her rules and immediately strips down and puts on her collar with a huge smile on her face.
I wondered how much time Amanda and I would have alone tomorrow? I hoped for most of the day. Hell I would be happy for at least five hours of alone time so we can have our fun.
Then my mind wondered what exactly will happen once my cousin arrives. We reached my car and I waved the lingering questions away from my mind. I looked over at the girl who I can’t stop thinking about across my car and I can see in her eyes that she has eyes only for me.
I woke up to Amanda in my arm with her leg draped over my body. I could feel along my body that she is naked. Naturally she was still asleep.
I could have sworn that last night when we went to sleep that she had on some type of clothing that resembled a nightie. Did she wake up in the middle of the night and take off the clothing or was I wrong and we crashed after having sex?
I smiled to myself as I hear Amanda snore nearly in my ear….and coach wonders why I’m hard of hearing. To be honest Coach yelling at me about my hearing is because he’s constantly blowing his whistle in my ear. I’m surprised half of the team isn’t wear- ing hearing aids…na that would probably make it worse.
I thought about reaching down and play with Amanda downstairs and see how long before she wakes up. If I had to bet she would orgasm before she woke up, but the call of nature told me I needed to answer first.
I pushed aside Amanda’s leg off of me and lightly nudged her off my arm. I quickly got up from the bed and looked over at Amanda to see that she resettled herself back where I was sleeping to get warm again. She stayed asleep the entire time. I lightly shook my head and amazed myself to see how Amanda is probably the only person I know who is so much of a heavy sleeper. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were to set off a nuclear bomb Amanda wouldn’t wake up. Me on the other hand you can lightly whisper and I’ll wake up…unless I’m completely exhausted then that’s a different story.
My bladder reminded me that I needed to release it’s contents. I looked down at my raging morning wood and told my dick, “Ok Ok. Let’s go and drain you.” Then I thought to myself looking down at my raging morning wood, what a waste.
I walked out of the bathroom and saw that there was a note on the kitchen counter. I walked over to the note and saw my name on the note. I pick up the note and read the note.
Son,
We left to pick up your cousin Moira. She should be flying in about 10:30am. Af- ter she flies in, we’ll be picking up some supplies and then we’ll be home sometime in the mid afternoon. So if you and Amanda are having sex I’m sure your mother and your cousin would greatly appreciate not seeing you in the buff. In the mean time until we return home, enjoy your time alone in the house. And do me a favor tap her once for me.
At the end of the note was my father’s unreadable signature.
I smiled to myself and was glad to see that my dad won’t ever change. Maybe a little bit of nasty old bastard but at least my relationship with my dad is funny if not good. He can always make me laugh. My mom on the other hand is a different story.
I chuckled to myself and crumpled the note before throwing it into the trash.
I walked back into my room and saw that Amanda was laying in the same spot I left her. I smiled to myself as I saw that she was still snoring away sawing logs. I pulled the covers off from her just so I can enjoy the view.
I briefly thought about gently nudging her and try to open legs before I start eat- ing her out. The moment the thought crossed my mind I brought my thumb across my mouth to do what I was thinking my thumb felt my scar across my lip on the lower cor- ner. I immediately remember how I got my scar.
About three months ago, I decided to do what I was currently thinking and actual- ly went through with it. At first it was going good but then Amanda woke up. For some reason she kicked me because I imagine I startled her or at least that’s what she claimed. Her kick got me square in the face. Because of that kick after a little healing and little bit of dental work the only thing to remind me of that incident was my scar just above my upper lip.
The whole thing flashed back to that incident. As the flash back was over I decided against trying to eat out the girl who I love while she’s asleep. I didn’t feel like getting a matching scar.
After the incident, I normally get woken up to her giving me a blowjob or already riding me putting my morning wood to good use.
Ever since that one incident with Sam and Jeanette and learning how to turn my girlfriend into a submissive slave, it has been a slow process…mainly on my part. But now while we’re alone is when the slave rules go into place.
Amanda knew that my parents were leaving town but because we didn’t know exactly know when they were leaving so I decided I wouldn’t punish her. Besides I prefer actually making love to the girl I love, maybe a little rough love, but love nonetheless. For now I decided against actually punishing Amanda and decided for taking a jog while I let Amanda wake up.
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I arrived back to the house from my jog soaked to the bone. It was raining lightly this morning. So I was soaked by rain and sweat.
I ended up running 10 miles with weights on my ankles and wrists.
I walked into the house and into my room to see that Amanda was still in bed sleeping. How long can a girl sleep? I scratched my head and thought to myself that I did fuck her senseless last night.
I sighed and shrugged to myself. If I weren’t afraid that Amanda might cause an- other scar whether I wake her up correctly or not, I’d wake her up. If she’s not up by the time I get done taking my shower then I’ll have to face the consequences when I wake her up.
I walked towards the bathroom where the shower was after I stripped the sweat/rain covered clothes off my body. As I walked I wondered which way I should wake up Amanda. So I try to kind wake up by just calling her name while I stand as far away from the bed as possible until she wakes up. Yes Amanda has scared me from waking her up.
I could be mean and grab a pitcher of ice cold water and dumping it on her, but that would cause her to be pissed at me and who knows how long before she lets me have sex with her again. And I didn’t want to deal with my mother why my bed was soaked when she washed my sheets.
I could shake her awake. But that would be another scar across my face. I swear I’m better off fighting a grizzly bear compared to waking up Amanda.
Then there’s always eating her out gently until she wakes up. But then there’s no telling how exactly she’ll wake up. She could wake up in a good mood and enjoy what was happening between her legs. Or I could get another scar.
I stopped just before the bathroom and decided I better have some coffee ready when I try to wake her up. That was probably my safest bet. I walked into the kitchen. Throw some water into the coffee pot. Put in a filter and poured some ground coffee beans into the filter and turned on the device. Now before I get done with the shower the house should smell like coffee and wake up her highness.
I had been in the shower for maybe six minutes just long enough to shampoo my hair, then condition it, and use some body wash when I heard someone come into the bathroom. Seeing how I had limited choices of who is in the house my logical guess it was Amanda.
She stepped into the shower completely naked with a smile on her face like she was happy to see me.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?”
I smiled at her without saying anything I simply rubbed my scar that was across my upper lip.
She frowned at me, “How many times do I have to tell you I was having a night- mare that night and when you were eating me out I thought it was still part of the nightmare so I just kicked.”
I smiled at her and kissed her on the lips, “And how many times have I told you that I have forgiven you but now I’m leery of doing that again.”
She pouted at me, “I swear if you do that again I promise I will take a closer look before I kick.”
I laughed, “Well I promise to be across the room before you can kick.”
She snuggled into me forcing me to step back into the wall in turn forcing her under the shower head getting her soaked with water. I felt her wrap her body completely into mine and slowly climb her way up until her face was level with mine. I barely felt her climb up until she wrapped her legs around my waist. Normally I wouldn’t care but because of my run my legs were telling me she needed to get off. My dick argued with my legs. And my mind told all of them to shut up. Good thing my back was against the wall.
Amanda kissed me while she had me pinned against the wall with the shower beating down on her. The entire time we were kissing Amanda was grinding her pussy along my dick.
After some time of us kissing and her trying to rip the skin off my dick by grind- ing against it with her pussy, I was nearly at the point where I might need some type of healing cream on my dick and possibly apologizing to my dick, Amanda in one swift movement she grabbed my dick and guided it inside her. If I weren’t kissing her I would be thoroughly impressed, actually I am impressed.
She slid herself down until she had my dick inside her all the way to the root. At first it was painful. I couldn’t tell if her sticking my now rubbed raw dick inside her was the final straw or she was dry inside. Whatever the reason the pain subsided away, after a few strokes up and down it was like usual. A place my dick never wanted to leave. My balls would have to work overtime in order to answer my dick’s need. And my mind would be forever turned into goo if that wish were ever granted.
As soon as I could tell Amanda was completely soaked to where it felt like her juices were running down my balls or it could be from the running water of the shower, I wasn’t too sure which. I turned her around to where she was up against the wall and slowly started increasing the momentum and how hard I was thrusting. The moment Amanda was against the wall was the moment we stopped kissing.
I began my momentum. I exited her all the way to the tip. My dick begged to be put back in. Amanda exhaled in my ear with a slight whine as if she were about to cry because I was taking my dick out of her.
I slowly brought my dick inside her. Millimeter by millimeter. Amanda inhaled just only by a little.
Once I felt my dick get about half way inside her I slammed my dick inside her all the way to the root. Amanda huffed really hard. I looked into her face and saw her eyes roll inside her head.
Something unique happened on that first hard thrust. Well half hard thrust. Amanda’s eyes rolling into the back of her head told me that she was having an orgasm. I could tell that by only a few obvious signs. The first was the rolling of her eyes. The second was her legs tightly wrapped around my waist. The third was her trying to embed her nails into my shoulder blades. The fourth arching her back. The fifth was her usual moan telling me she was having a orgasm. And finally my last sign was her pussy trying to grip my dick with everything it had.
I heard her moan, “More.”
I could only oblige.
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