Sharing Allie again – Football and a filthy fuck. [MFM]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ixwsd7/sharing_allie_soccer_sloppy_seconds_mfm/)
if you care. It’s optional.

Derek invited me back over with an odd message.

“Hey. Game Sunday 6pm. Got weed and beer. If you’re coming bring an STI check and rolling papers.”

I didn’t know whether to be worried or excited, but I got an all clear and a piece of paper that had enormous potential. And rolling papers. Sunday couldn’t come soon enough.

Allie answered the door.

“The game’s about to start. There’s beer in the fridge.”

Curt, but polite. Wearing yoga pants and a sports bra, her dark hair tied up tight, not a smidge of makeup on her face. Pretty and petite and perfect. She closed the door after me and disappeared upstairs. It wasn’t a promising start.

I grabbed two beers from the fridge and found Derek on the couch.

“Papers?”

I gave him the rolling papers and my all-clear. He glanced at it, placed it on the table and proceeded to roll a joint.

The game kicked off – a cup tie, Chelsea against some lower league club with a hyphenated name that I’d never heard of. I gave zero fucks about the game, but did my best to fake a modicum of interest. Biding my time, sipping the free beer, smoking the free weed, hoping for some more free use of Allie.

Derek stared at the TV like it was the most important game in the world as I replayed my last visit in my head, as I’d done several times a day for the last week.

*Recap…*

Allie casually sucking him off. The noises she made as I fucked her with his cock in her mouth. The disappointed moan as Derek came inside her. The slippery sloppy seconds as she used me to get off afterwards. The shameful, sticky delight as I emptied myself inside her with Derek’s blessing.

*Recap ends.*

Thirty minutes into the game and nothing of interest had happened. Derek was getting as frustrated as me but for an entirely different reason. Another beer. Another joint. Barely any conversation, thankfully.
Another beer.

“Is it half time yet?” Allie asked, standing in the doorway. Hands on her lovely hips, still wearing those yoga pants that exaggerated her curves and that sports bra that flattened her cleavage but showcased her nipples.

“Five minutes…” Derek replied.

She planted herself between the two of us. Deja Vu. My heart started racing. She glanced over my report, took a sip of Derek’s beer and a deep puff off the joint before passing it to me.

“Fucking football…” she muttered, exhaling a lungful of smoke. Her hand was on my thigh.

“You don’t care about the game, do you?” she asked. Rhetorically, I presumed. I didn’t answer out of fear of offending Derek. Her hand was on my crotch, squeezing me through my sweats. No preamble. No attempt at subtly. Making me swell visibly.

“Oh you don’t care about the game…” Her hand disappeared down my sweats, her cold fingers wrapping around my swollen semi, pulling it free. Exposing me. She stared at it, squeezing the shaft gently, watching it grow.
I awkwardly handed the joint back to Derek, avoiding eye contact as he glanced at my erection in his girlfriend’s hand and then looked back at the TV as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“You’re not even a Chelsea fan, are you?”

“I’m here for company…” I finally responded – the truth, as elegantly phrased as I could manage.

“He’s here for the pussy…” Derek interjected.

“Pussy is such a stupid word…” Allie started as she started stroking me. “It’s called a vagina. Why can’t you just call it a vagina?” It was weird as fuck, but also exciting as fuck. Watching the minutes on the game clock. Watching her fingers on my hard cock.

“Are you?” she asked, looking me in the eye with a playful smile. “Are you here for the… pussy…” she forced the word out like she truly hated it.

“Vagina… ” I replied, no longer giving any fucks. “But I’m also partial to free weed”. I had no fucks left to give except the one I knew was imminent. Allie laughed.

Injury time. Two added minutes. Still nil nil.

She let go and casually, expertly peeled off her yoga pants and panties in one fluid motion. “I presume you mean this vagina…” she said, straddling me without a moment of hesitation.

“Will you please stop saying vagina? I’m watching the game.” Derek grumbled.

“VAAAGIIINNNNA” Allie responded playfully, as I was literally entering hers. Lowering herself slowly, wriggling, working it in. Wet. Warm. Wonderful. What’s a word for tight that starts with W? Whatever.

Writhing. Whimpering. Enough alliteration.

Whistle.

Half time.

Derek climbed to his feet and casually pulled out his cock. I looked away, down at Allies chest, distracting myself by peeling her tight sports bra up. Tits. Lovely and perky. Nipples. The distraction was brief.

I couldn’t not look. Her lips wrapped around his average girth. Her head bobbing. Fucking mesmerizing. Slurping. His hands on her head.

“She sucks so much better with a cock inside her “ Derek grunted.

She started grinding harder. I tugged her nipples. Her head kept bobbing. Drool..
“Can’t believe we didn’t score…” Derek groaned.

Fucking casual. Casual fucking. One hand on her boob, the other between her legs, my thumb on her clit. Muffled moans.
“She likes that…” Derek muttered.

It was so fucking weird and so fucking hot. He reached down and grabbed her neglected breast, squeezing it so hard I thought it might burst. A muffled whimper. The commercial break ended and the halftime analysis started.

“Seventy percent possession and nothing… Fucking useless… Fuck that’s good…”

Allie writhed faster. Slurping and gagging and whimpering muffled whimpers.

“She’s got more cocks inside her than we’ve had shots on goal. Gotta switch things up. Make some fucking changes… Speaking of which, let me get some of that pussy…”

“Vagina..” Allie gasped, spitting him out with a mouthful of drool.

She climbed off me, standing up, hiking one foot up onto the couch beside me, presenting me with an eye level view of her dangling, dripping lips; of Derek’s engorged tip entering her; of his hard shaft as disappearing into her with an audible slurp.

Close up fucking. Like porn, but with the unmistakable scent of vagina and bodily fluids. I reached out and placed my hand on her belly, carefully navigating my thumb back onto her clit, unfazed by the proximity to Derek’s thrusting cock.

“Yes…” she moaned, leaning over, reaching down, grabbing my cock in reciprocity. Tits swaying. Derek thrusting. Her tight grip twisting. “Don’t stop” she pleaded to nobody in particular. My thumb rubbed faster but not harder. Derek thrust harder but not faster. I sucked on a dangling nipple. I say sucked. I fucking chewed it.

And then Derek pulled her hair, tugging her away, stumbling backwards, pulling me up onto my feet with her crushing grip. Kissing me as Derek fucked her. Moaning into my mouth. Still in her tight grip, my oozing tip rubbing against skin and pubes and the thumb that was still working her clit.

“Put it in.” She gasped desperately, wrapping a leg around me and lifting herself up on to her tiptoes. Precarious as fuck. Her fingers guiding me as I widened my stance and bent my knees and reminded myself I had no fucks left to give. I felt something wet and fleshy and something hard and veiny.

“Do it. Please… Put it in…”

“Fuck it.” I grunted.

I thrust. Allie shrieked. We were both in her vagina. Crushingly tight. Ludicrously wet. Disconcertingly gay.

“Two in the box. New tactics…” Derek grunted.

“OHMYGODFUCKBABYYYYESSS” Allie squealed.

She tensed and shuddered and bit my shoulder and clawed at my back. It was hot as fuck. Tight as fuck.

“OH FUCK” Derek growled.

Wrong as fuck. Instead of pulling out he pressed in. Grunting and pulsing. A flood of warmth.

“Fuck” I grumbled.

“Fuck” Derek gasped, slipping out.

“FUCK!” Allie shouted, losing her balance as Derek stepped away.

“Fffffuuuckkk” I cursed, grabbing her ass to steady her, stumbling forward until she was pinned up against the wall. Limp and breathless.

“Fuck” I grunted with a desperate thrust. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK”

Seven thrusts. Yes, I counted. Seven sloppy, slippery, sordid shoves.

Spurting. Shrivelling. Shame. Enough alliteration.

Silence, aside from the commercials on the TV.

I slipped out with a slurp, stepping back, watching a collection of cum ooze down her thighs. Derek’s, mine and hers. Some thick and white, some frothy, some watery. I grimaced at the sight of my shrivelled mess of cock and my disturbingly creamy pubes.

“Teamwork!” Allie giggled.

“Let’s hope Chelsea can do the same” Derek said, casually handing me a beer and a box of tissues.

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