[MF] The Saga of Sally (Part 5) – Locker Room Audience

(Welcome to the Saga of Sally! This is the story of my relationship with a girl called Sally. This is **Part 5**. I recommend you start from the [start](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nt5ffn/mf_the_saga_of_sally_part_1_cumstained_jeans/) – each piece will link you to next part at the end. However if you don’t want to start from part 1 (you’re missing out!) this should make sense to a new reader.

A brief reminder what Sally looks like (there’s a reference photo in the first part): she’s a pocket rocket, thick, redhead tomboyish girl, with an hourglass figure and the thickest ass this side of the Equator according to the Guinness Book of Records inside my head.)

Sally and I were finally a real couple. We told family and friends. We went on real date nights. If I look back on those final two years of college they were some of the happiest years in my life. Perfect relationships don’t exist but Sally and I got close. I’ve already mentioned that her parents only seemed to have the deepest respect for the young man who was now fucking their daughter on the daily. Looking back I wonder if they were worried that with her art school, tomboyish persona, they thought she might have been gay and they were never going to have grandchildren. Our relationship meant that wasn’t the case. Also I was a polite man studying a good degree. They probably saw me as a catch. I’m not sure they understood exactly how much I was banging their angel though. My friends fucking loved Sally. Why wouldn’t they? She loved sports, she was funny as fuck and they got to check her out when they thought we weren’t looking. Her friends – I think they liked me. Some of them more than others, but her closest friends were all very approving of me. I got the impression that Sally had mentioned to them before that she was falling for me and so our news of our dating made them obnoxiously excited and happy.

The problem is what do I tell you about these two years? There was a lot of sex. A lot of “going wild”. Some adventures I can’t tell because I just don’t remember enough about them. We are still talking like 17-18 years ago. Even memories of great sex fade after a time. But I do still have vivid memories of some of our college stories – the ones that stick to me tend to be those where we could have been caught. Where the thrill of getting caught, the risk of it, made us cum harder than ever. I’ll tell you some of these stories. However the first story I’m going to share is a little different: it was the story of when *we did get caught*.

Between increasing coursework, a boyfriend, and laziness, Sally decided she was going to only play one sport in our third year. She had played volleyball and soccer. She chose to give up volleyball. I can’t explain how internally angry I was about that choice. I don’t hate soccer. It’s fine if boring. My anger was more selfish. Firstly volleyball is played inside with seating for the spectators. Soccer is played outside, in the rain and the spectators all have to stand around on the sidelines. More importantly – soccer is played in loose, baggy shorts and shirts and involves a lot of running around. Volleyball is played in skin tight shorts which in Sally’s case never fitted and had at least a third of her ass hanging out the bottom by the end of the game and involves a lot of bending over. Why did she take that glorious sport away from me? What did I do wrong? Also Marie was still in her soccer team and Sally and I’s relationship only cemented Marie’s view that I had been cheating on her (I hadn’t!).

One evening she had training with her team and I sat in the clunker of a car I had bought (with some help from dad I was now renting an apartment and was at least out of the dorms but further away from campus) waiting to take her home. I only got out of the car to watch her actual games. Like I said soccer wasn’t really my thing. As far as I could ever figure out there were some tall girls at the back who tried to stop the other team scoring goals and there were tall girls at the front who tried to score goals for their team. And Sally ran around the middle like some sort of hyperactive small dog trying to get the ball from the tall girls at the back to the tall girls at the front. She told me she chose soccer because it was more exercise and should stop her from gaining weight. Sally her entire life basically only ever had one weight. No matter how much she exercised she never seemed able to lose it, keeping her thick thighs and plump ass. But also she could eat as much as she wanted without ever putting weight on. I thought that was a pretty sweet deal. Anyway I’m jamming out to some music (I can’t remember if I had an iPod yet but to show how old this story is iPod were the hottest new thing) when there’s a knock at my window.

Hannah was one of Sally’s teammates. She was one of the tall girls who tried to score goals. Her blonde hair was always in a ponytail and she was a little too full-bodied to be a stick insect model – she had that soccer girl bubble butt. Hannah and I got along well and she had taken Sally’s side in the silent feud with Marie. I unwound my window and looked up at her. She said: “hey lover boy, Sally wanted me to get you since you weren’t answering your phone.” I look down at my phone and see two messages. Fuck. “She said you should come down to the locker room.”

Now I like the sound of that. I like the sound of that a lot. But it’s the *women’s locking room*. Hannah tells me no one else is in there though. She was the last to leave. She gives me a wink and then heads over to her car. I quickly rush down to the locker room. I pause at the door to the women’s side. I’m fucked if anyone is in there. This would be a cruel practical joke though. I step inside and it’s completely empty. But I hear the sound of running water from the showers. I peak my head around the corner and I’m treated to one of the sexiest sights in the world. Sally is naked under one of the shower heads in the communal shower. Her pale, short body is glistening. She’s side on so I have the perfect view of her figure. Of her D cup breasts, all soapy and wet. Of her ass flaring out from her narrow waist. An alarm bell starts ringing in my heart. My heart is screaming *ALL HANDS ON DECK! ALL HANDS ON DECK! HE’S SEEN THAT GIRL NAKED AGAIN. I NEED MORE BLOOD. MORE PUMPING. GET IT ALL TO HIS COCK.*

“Are you just going to watch or are you going to join me” Sally asks. I point out I don’t have a towel and she tells me she has two in her bags. The little minx planned this from the start. I strip off and join her in the shower. It’s exhilarating to be naked with her in the communal showers, where anyone might walk in and catch us. We make out, my hands all over her wet bodies. I play with her breasts, gently squeezing them, letting my fingers work her nipples before my grips drop to her ass. I squeeze and spread those thick cheeks. I smack them, a wet fleshy echo filling the locker room making Sally laugh. Her soapy hand occasionally drops to my cock, giving it a few long, slow strokes, keeping me excited as I pay her body the attention it deserves.

“What are you doing?” she asks as I drop to my knees in front of her. I think it’s a dumb question. It’s obvious what I’m doing. I dive in between her thighs ready to eat her out. There is a second of pleasure for both of us as my tongue slides against her folds and then I realize very quickly why she had asked that question. The water of the shower seems to run down her body and pools exactly where my tongue is lapping at her. A second later I pull away having almost drowned. Sally laughs herself stupid at my shocked, soaked face. “Sometimes you really think with your cock” she teases.

I’m not going to be defeated. Turning the water off, I grab Sally by the wrist and lead us back into the empty locker room. I bend her unceremoniously over one of the benches so her perfect posterior is in the air. Then, free of the threat of drowning, I drop to my knees behind her and proceed to give her the tongue fucking of the century. I have to restore my honor. My tongue is all over her folds. I tease her by sliding my tongue along the outer folds, and I let my tongue push in and out of her pussy, tasting her juices. Every so often my mouth will slip down so that I’m making out with her clit almost. All the while my hands are all over her thick ass, squeezing and groping her. The sounds she make are fucking delicious. My cock has turned to steel between my legs. She moans and gasps, she whimpers my name, she begs for more, she tells me exactly where she wants my tongue to be. Sometimes I listen. Sometimes I don’t. Only once she has moaned my name in climax, her body shaking, do I stand up behind her, position my cock at the entrance to her drenched sex and push myself hard inside her. It earns another moan.

I cannot explain how much I loved fucking this girl from behind. It was the way her ass jiggled. It was the way she would always moan her approval, begging for more. It was the pale skin and the red hair contrasting against it. We’re alone. I don’t try to be quiet. My hips slap against her ass. Wet skin against wet skin. What a filthy fucking sound. And then I realize we aren’t alone at all. Standing by the door watching us is Hannah. She’s half hidden in shadow but clearly visible. I let out a yelp and pull my cock out, immediately regretting it, somehow feeling more naked. At least inside Sally I wasn’t so exposed. Sally looks over to the door to see why I’ve stopped and she sees her friend and then says: “put it back in.” I briefly argue with her. I’m whispering which is fucking dumb since Hannah obviously now knows we can see her. But she doesn’t run away and Sally says more forcefully: “fuck me Mark”. I don’t think this was part of Sally’s plan but I’m not going to refuse her.

I slide myself back into Sally’s quivering pussy and start to fuck her again. My hands grip her hips, holding her steady as I rail her. Her asscheeks bounce with each slap of my hips. One of my hands stray up to grab her hair, pulling it into a ponytail as I fuck her. I see her face turns to look at Hannah, her beautiful face now not hidden by her hair. Her moans are louder now. Is she doing this on purpose? My cock throbs. I try not to look at Hannah concentrating only on my girlfriend in front of me, but my eyes stray and I can see that she is standing there with a hand down the front of her skirt. Sweet Jesus. It’s too much. I moan and then for good measure, I pull out of Sally, emptying myself across her exposed ass. One, two, three squirts splatter her cheeks, painting them with my seed. I hear a gasp from the shadows and Sally pants out “you fucking bastard” with a satisfied, tired laugh. We all stand there for a minute, unsure what to do next. Then Sally leads me back into the showers to clean up and Hannah disappears from the locker room.

“Did you know she was coming back?” I ask her as my soapy hands clean the cheeks of Sally’s ass. She shakes her head and says: “no, but it was too hot.”

“You fucking sex addict” I joke before letting my hand slide between her thighs, where I finger her to another orgasm there and then in the shower.

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