Today I felt like taking a dive down memory lane to write this up. I’ll start off with the standard disclaimer. It is a long and I mean a very long post. However, I broke it up to two parts(Story Part and Sex Part). I’ll leave it to you to read which part that tickles your fancy. Otherwise, take your time and enjoy the entire post and cheers to the weekend!
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Story Part
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I was in my late-teens time when this took place. I could be 18 or 19, hell maybe even 20 as I can’t really remember my exact age. I’ve joined my Uni football team or soccer for some of y’all. Just like every Uni out there, we have rivalry teams that usually end up in a fiery state. If you’re familiar with any sports rivalry matches, well basically apply that.
This was a group stage match and the goal was basically to finish as top 2 to qualify for the knockout rounds. My Uni and our rivalry opponent were guaranteed to qualify for the knockouts. However, this match was for pride and therefore, both teams were going to go all out to get a victory. We were the home team and they were the visiting team, you could imagine we gave them a nice warm welcome with jeers and insults.
I played as the left back player for my team and the rival team’s captain was playing as a right winger. Therefore, it was my job to defend against his threat. He(let’s call him Mike) is the type of player that plays for the crowd, in order words a showboating player. Just like any other players out there, they brought a long their girlfriends to support the team. They would be with the rest of the spectators sitting at the stand.
Throughout the game, especially a rivalry game like this, everyone is basically getting on each other’s nerve. Purposely giving hard tackle, verbal insults and basically being a pest to one another. I was no different to this as a defender, I would watch Mike dance all over the ball and when I got bored I would foul him just to irritate him. In a football match, if you get 2 yellow cards that would equate to a red and a dismissal from the game. My intentions were to do just that since he was already on one yellow card. Therefore, each time he was fouled by me, I would laugh as to how weak he was, or how his football skills were garbage and anything to rile him up for a reaction. With the crowd chants and more importantly his girlfriend’s cheer, he would definitely react to each of my abuse.
As the match went on, his frustration was becoming visual and I knew it was matter of time he would burst out. It starts off with the first hard tackle, sending him sliding and rolling towards the stand. I could hear the cheer from his girlfriend in the line of “oh my god that’s not fair, it’s a foul” “come on babe, are you okay babe etc etc”. I just stood up and giggled at Mike and we began pushing each other as if a fight was about to take place. I just said stuff to rile him up as a footballer “aint my fault you suck at football. Why don’t you sub with your girlfriend, perhaps she could do a better job” and other stuff I can’t really remember.
The match proceeded and bang, another rough tackle. This time within minutes, Mike quickly stood up and began shoving and pushing me away and I reacted back the same manner. I told him to get the fuck outta here and don’t embarrass himself in front of his girlfriend. That really got him and he swung a punch at me but only getting the tip of my chin. In my head “this is on like donkey kong son” and retaliated with punches and kicks. It happened so fast, but he was pinned down and I was laying all the punches on him while his girlfriend was a few rows above. Having a front seat view of her boyfriend getting beaten up.
You know the kind of scene, where a small fight more or less breaks out into a group of everyone swinging at each other. It was more or less that. When everything cooled down, I was pulled away from the Mike, blood gushing from his nose and cheek. The ref gave both of us a red card which meant a dismissal from the match. “Oh daymn, plan failed” as I chuckled to myself and began walking up. I put my head up and my eyes spot Mike’s girlfriend and I gave a wink at her and smiled as I walked away from the pitch. She had both her hands on her mouth in shock as to what she had witnessed, her eyes screaming out from her socket. Her eyes were locked at mine when I looked at her until finally walking away. I didn’t think much of her and was mostly replaying the fight scene in my head as I reached to locker room.
I was the only in the locker room, just walking around. Slowly removing my boots and my socks. I looked at the mirror and saw the blood stains on my jersey and shorts. “God dayumn, that was fucked up” as I had a lengthy conversation with myself. I had a few cuts here and there but not as bloody as Mike’s face. I was in my own world basically thinking about the match and the fight, I was oblivious with my surrounding when I got interrupted by Mike’s girlfriend. I just stood there shocked at first but soon I began to run my eyes all over her. She was petite, really cute face to cum on with a small B-cup breast(I think, for me boobs are boobs) and those chunky thighs in her sport’s shorts. It was orange in colour to represent her Uni’s theme and her top was the football jersey. But she wore it in a cute and sexy manner, where she tied at the back and exposed her belly button piercing.
“Hey I ain’t gonna apologize for your boyfriend being a bitch” the first words I uttered to her and she replied “I know”. I proceeded by saying “It’s football, it happens….except he got it a whole lot worse” as I giggled when I said it to her. “Yeah that’s cool”. As I mentioned I was a little oblivious of my surrounding as we were chatting, she merely replied with these short answers and walked slowly towards me. It came to a point, she was merely a few inches away. I was still in my sweaty jersey and bloody shorts, she looked at the bloody shorts and grabbed them “my boyfriend?” asking if the blood were his. I just nodded and stared down at her eyes. You know those cliche moments, where everything stops in dead silence? Yup we were in that moment as she looked on the bloodied stain and began giving a gentle rub on it.
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Sex Part
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Despite the foul sweaty aroma I was filing in the room, her sweet scent was flooding in my nostril, her warm aura radiating off my body. Though chances are it was my heaty body from the match and fight. Nevertheless, as I looked at her rubbing my shorts where her Mike’s blood stains were, I placed my left hand on her waist with my sweaty hand and she immediately looked up with a gaze. Having a mind of a typical brawn man, I could not tell if she was giving a “fuck me now” gaze or a “why the hell are you touching me???” gaze. It doesn’t matter, as moments like this we just have to trust our instinct and grab the moment. A few moments of gazing one another, I grabbed her closer to my sweaty body and began kissing her. Her hand grabbed a fist on my bloodied shorts and her other hand grabbed my wet jersey surrounding my chest and pulled my body closer to hers.
We began making out passionately, our warm lip coating each other as we began making out in a sloppy manner. I swirl my tongue under her tongue before dancing with it with an increasing intensity. I kept my left hand on her waist to feel her soft tummy, she had a bit off jiggle type of tummy and on a petite body, it like the cutest thing I have seen on a girl. I began to grope and squeeze it as I heard her moan lightly. My right hand natural instinct is to run at one of my favourite spot of a girl, her thighs. Within minutes I was caressing her inner thigh, grabbing her outer thigh and squeezing it. Her fat petite thigh were out of this world, the warmness and tender feeling on my fingers and palm certainly set out pleasurable shocks to my body. The kind of shocks that ends up with a few twitch down at the gentleman’s club.
Has any girl ever said this to you “beat my pussy as good as you beat him”? If no, well that makes two of us but I was blessed or rather shocked to hear her utter those words as she kissed and licked my cheeks before kissing on my neck. I ain’t going to lie, in my filth of sweat and musk, I was afraid it would disgust but somehow that made her rage in lust. She could not stop having her soft wet tongue run all over my face and neck. Leaving trails of her sliver around it as she slurps on my sweat. I returned the favour by licking her neck and her ears, suckling around it and licking at her ear lobe. This certainly made her purr and moan sensually and my next instinct was to lift her up and carry her to the closest bench to pin her down.
But she was in control in her own trance as within minutes she dropped to her knees and tried to yank my shorts down. I had to tell her “wait wait!” because most football shorts are lose and we usually tie a knot so it holds nicely at our hips. She giggled waiting impatiently as I untied my shorts. The moment those strings came lose, she yanked it once more and there I was in my wet briefs. Sweat stains all over it and some still running down on my thighs. She began kissing my thighs before sliding one of her hand into my sweaty briefs. She stroked it a few times before pulling it out. I wasn’t rock hard as my fatigue were already depleted at the field.
But her kisses, her strokes and her outright in lust of the moment slowly began to draw the blood into my shaft. She let go of my cock and once more yanked my briefs down. She wasted no time on having her attention jump back to my cock. She kissed the surrounding of my shaft, my cock was already moist with the sweat so you could imagine the scent and musk. To which, drove her into an aphrodisiac sensation as she introduced her lips onto the tip of my cock. Swirling that tongue and rubbing her lips back and forth as she bopped on my cock. Her left hand played with my sweaty balls. As a teen back then, I had no clue what to do but to appreciate her head as I looked down at her. Giving a zombie look as if my soul was sucked out by her mouth. All these arousing sensation sending shockwaves to my mind and with my rubbish multitasking skill, I could not process them but just to tilt my head backwards and let go of the range of sensation flow in my body.
Her mouth was getting warmer and wetter, my veins on the shaft was throbbing, my shaft was twitching and dancing her mouth. The tip of my cock pulsating as the sliver coats around and slides in and out of her mouth. I grabbed her head back and looked down at her “you like cleaning that unwashed cock with your mouth uh” and she bit her lips and nodded. I grabbed her arms brought her up before lifting her up. As I walked to the closest bench, we made out in a heaty manner, my cock dangles below her petite fat butt, rubbing below her shorts. I pinned her down on the bench as I pressed my hands on her shoulder, sweat from my chin dropped on to her top and I quickly removed my jersey while she removed her top. She unhooked her sky blue and yellow floral bra and I began to drool all over soft perky breast. Her creamy firm skin all over her breast and tummy. I ran my right hand over her breast and began cupping it, groping it, fondling it and a whole range of motion around it. I rubbed over her soft nipple, pulling it and tugging it a couple of times before slamming my wet tongue on it.
I let it dance around before suckling it and slowly kissed around it. I slowly guided my tongue down below her breast and lifted it up with my head and began kissing it with my warm lips. I entertained her breast as my head moves in a chaotic manner between each breast. The fingers on my left hand were touching and dancing on her lips before I pushed into her wet mouth. I certainly could not get enough of her breast as I spent a good amount of time before heading down on her tummy as I kissed and licked her belly button, suckling her little jiggle around it. That was certainly a unique experience, well at least for me it was. Soon enough, my head was hovering all over her neanderthal region. But unlike her, I did not yank her shorts down but certainly did not waste any time to get it out of the way. Her sky blue cotton panties sat cutely on her pussy as I kissed it while running the tip of my finger on her inner thigh. I spread her legs apart and kissed the outer area of her pussy before removing her panties. I continued to kiss her thigh and the regions near her pussy while I rub my fingers around her pussy lips before letting the tip of my finger dance over her clit.
To nobody’s surprise, she was drenched down there. Though the sweat from my body could have played a huge role in it. Nevertheless, I’m going to take it as her pussy being drenched from my action just so my male ego is entertained. Once her clit was introduced with my fingers, it was only logical to introduce my warm wet tongue on it and let the tip of my tongue swirl in a motion that made her moan and purr. Somehow, there was a feeling of a gentle warmness between our body and that drew my mouth to press on her pussy harder. I gave more attention on her clit and the sensation it was causing her. We both felt we’ve had teased and enticed each other’s body for too long and I wanted to be in her, I rubbed my cock on her wet pussy as my sweaty body rubs all over her body while we made out for a little while.
I pushed my cock into her scintillating pussy and thrust into her by slowly increasing my intensity. It would be impossible to describe all the groping, grabbing, fondling and squeezing we did for each other. I’m quite sure most part of my body was on auto-pilot doing its own thing. But the moans we let out only meant we were having an aphrodisiac euphoria sensation. We mostly did missionary, probone and doggy before I could not hold it anymore and glazing her tummy and body like a doughnut(if that made sense). We had to capture our breath after a while and finally cleaned up. Well mostly she cleaning herself up as I was heading for the showers.
She was about to put back her top and I offered her my jersey instead. She laughed and said “no no, he has gotten battered enough for tonight”. Instead, she took the closest black marker from the white board and wrote her number on the jersey. She bit her lips and waved goodbye and head out from the locker. As for me, with all my blood drawn to the wrong head at that moment, looked at the jersey and threw it in my locker. I went on to shower, once I was done I wanted to capture her number into my phone but someone had already thrown my jersey into the laundry. Suffice to say that was the only moment I had with her.
Karma instantly paid a visit as our team lost 1-3 to our rival opponent.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ly7o69/university_rivalry_football_match_had_her_pinned
I’m sorry, but “neanderthal region” just sent me into hysterics
Well written