“Fuck!” I gasped after jumping over the bench, which had been laid on it’s side, to act as the makeshift “boards”. “That one in the pink is fucking fast, eh.”
Katie nodded in agreement as she gulped from her water bottle.
I had been a part of the Multiple Scoregasms for three years now. The league was billed as “gym class for adults”. It was pretty much right on the nose. Every week our team of nine (if everyone showed) meets up at the South Regina athletic centre and plays a different gym class-level sport. Last week it was dodge ball; this week it’s floor hockey. It might seem juvinile or geeky, but whatever, fuck the haters, after a long day of sitting around at work, its pretty fun to be able to run around and sweat and play for ninety minutes. Most of the people in the league are pretty chill, you know, just there to have some fun. Ages can go as high as forty or as young as eighteen, but for the most part it was bored, childless, late twenties/early thirties-ish, nerdy, couples.
Across the court Adam was reaching his hand up, signalling he wanted a sub. Hopping onto the court I met him half way to grab his stick (yea, we gotta share) and join in on our teams only strategy: chase the ball. Our team captain (by virtue of being the only player to be on the team the full four years of existence. Diane and I joined through a work friend of hers), Conner, had just totally biffed on a pass to Jenn, so the ball was sitting dead in the corner. In the corner of my eye I saw the chick in the pink top start sprinting for it. “No fucking way I’m losing another one to her” I think as I start to a full run.
All night this chick has been on my ass. She was tall with long, strong, runners legs, always just steps ahead of me, beating me to loose balls, chipping at my stick, blocking a couple of my shots. Pissing me off. She wore the “basic” uniform to these games; New Balance running shoes, funky colour patterned Under Armor stretch pants, a tank top that showed off her sports bra, and her hair poking out the top of a buff. There were a few variations. My wife wore her hair in braided pigtails. The biggest assed chick on the other team went with shorts, giving a view of her thick legs. The guys all wore shorts and a Tee, repping various sports logos. Since this was saskatchewan, there was a shit ton of ‘Riders Green. It was pretty confusing.
She beat me to it again. The bitch. But I was right on top of her, slapping the blade of my stick hard down against the top of hers, pinning it to the ground. I was never one of the “varsity jacket, super star jock” back in the day, but I was naturally athletic enough to usually be in the top five draft picks in gym class. That, coupled with a few years of P90X on and off, but mostly off, meant I was our teams best player. And all that basically meant was I was expected to run around the most. It also meant I was left to cover the other teams best players. And Pink here, was it.
Pink smashed into me with her hip as we battled for position. The games were “suppossed to be” no contact, but that rule was only for pansies. The more competitive players expected a little bit of incidential contact. And this bitch was definitaly competitive. She gave off the attitude of one of those “anything a guy can do, I can do” chicks. I actually really enjoyed playing girls like that in the games. It made the play WAY more intense.
Pink continued to fight to stay in front of me. No matter how fiesty she was, I was always going to over power her. Biology saw to that. The best she could hope for was to hold me off until another of her team was there for support. She was taller than most of the girls in the league but still a couple inches shorter than my 6’0 frame. With the height advantage came the reach advantage, so I was able to keep her stick pinned with mine when she gave her hips a thrust back, grinding her ass into the front of my shorts, in an effort to back me up. She had an amazing ass. Thick and firm all the way down to her hips, thighs, and calfs, yet still a rump bubbely enough to really grab a hold of. With that tight sports bra on it was kinda hard to tell, but if I had to guesstimate, I would have said she had average-ish sized tits. Next, she started taking steps backwards, her body facing away from me, in a technique called ‘sheilding”. Which, by the way, was such a cheap move, and totally against the rules. Not like I’m gonna bitch and moan to the ref though. But it did piss me off losing to this girl. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not of one those douchebags who actually give a fuck about “losing to a girl”, or one of those nerds who joke about “oh no, I can’t lose to a girl”, who, spoiler alert, are only saying that because they actually do really care. I just don’t like to lose in general.
When she tried throwing her hips back again, I was ready. As I braced myself for impact her juicy, tights covered ass slammed up against my growing cock, just as my free arm hooked around her waist, keeping her pinned for when I thrusted back against her. It worked. She stumbled forward two steps, trying to keep her balence, but losing her hold on the ball. Sure, that was ‘technically” holding, but if the ref wasn’t going to call Pink’s sheilding, she wasnt going to call this. Pink had an averagely pretty face, that was long and thin with dark features that were dominated by a rather large nose. I’m about the kind of nose that started up by her bushy eye brows and hung over her mouth. Have you ever seen either of the chicks from Broad City from the side? That kinda nose. That’s the best I can describe it without venturing into casual racist territory.
I give her an honest “sorry” (God, sometimes I hate being Canadian) as i move to her side, her curly brunette hair smacking me in the face as it poked from under her hair band. I lift her stick, power away the ball from her, and pivot towards the net. She smelled like coconts and sweat. “Mother fucker!” I hear, from a step and a half behind me. It was good to know i was getting to the bitch just as much as she was pissing me off. In front of me is only the goalie left to beat. I close the gap between us in a few steps, then fake going to my backhand, before dangling back to the keepers stick side. I have him beat, nets wide open. And I whiff on the shot. The ball slowly rolls into the dude’s stick. I can hear Pink snicker over my shoulder. Fucking cunt.
The goalie cleared the ball all the way past half court. I know these games don’t mean anything, like, we’re literally playing for nothing, but I wish my team didn’t suck so bad. They leave me all alone on the rush and now I gotta hustle back, ’cause none of ’em can play D worth a shit. Case in point, the tall dude from the other team just deked past Diane as if she was a pylon. as I sprint towards her, she looks at me with a half smirk and a shrug of her Norah Jones-esque, racially ambiguous (like seriously, are you Mexican? Italian? Indian? Just permantly tanned?) brownish shoulders. Her dark eyes look at me, saying “whoopsie”, as I pass her, trying to get to the tall dude before he beats our last defender.
I’m there just in time get in front of the shot, but instead of shooting he passes it to the open player in the slot. Which was Pink. Wide open. She quickly wires it over our goalies shoulder, into the back of the net. I wish i could say that was a last minute, game winning goal. but it wasnt. I stopped counting when we were down 15-6. And there was still minutes to go. i pretty much coast the rest of the game though, I’m gassed. When the ref yells “game”, i was ready to call it quits on the game.
“Good hustle babe.” I felt Diane give me an “atta boy” pat on the ass as she headed to the locker room. “You coming?”
‘Yea, just gotta fill up on water. I’m fucking parched.” I say, shaking my empty bottle.
“Want me to wait for you, or…” She clearly didn’t want to wait for me so I give her a “forget about it” wave. “Love ya babe!” She called over her shoulder as she hurried to catch Katie.
After chugging back about a litre of water, I join Adam and Jenn and head to the locker room.
“So… did we win?” Asks Jenn.
“I don’t think so.” Answers Adam.
“No, we got our asses handed to us.” I chime in.
“Oh. So what place are we in now?”
“Sixth.” I tell her.
“Oh! Top six, that’s pretty good, right?”
“Out of eight teams.” Reminds Adam.
“Oh. But still, that’s something right?” The short, thin, blonde beamed optimisticly before dropping to her knees in the entrance of the change room. Her hands worked down the front of her husbands basketball shorts, pulling them to his knees, starring at Adams already rock hard dick for a second before eagerily bobbing her head down onto it.
I had asked Adam once, (while we were on either ends, fucking his wife) why do they always start these plays with each other? “I dunno, I guess we’re just romantics.” Adam answered, as my hot jizz shot down the back of the blondes throat.
I guess Diane and I just weren’t as romantic. We never really felt the need to start together. Diane usually started with Conner’s cock, whenever he was around. My wife really was a snow bunny deep down. Right now I can see her laying across the wooden bench, darting her tongue out, trying to lick Conner’s thick black cock as he playfully smacks it against my wifes face.
I keep scanning the room, full of half naked, and half fucking, bodies, looking for my target. Jenn’s small hand rubs up the front of my crotch as she continues to suck off her husband. Finally I see her.
I must have missed her the first few scans; I was looking for the pink shirt. Now I see it, along with her sports bra, allready peeled off and laying on the ground next to her. Pink herself was seated on the bench (against the wall opposite of Diane), with the tall dude from her team standing in front of her, his hands resting on top of her head. She still wore her two-tones-of-purple splatter patterned stretch pants, as well as her hair up in the white buff, but her modest sized, dark nippled tits swung in the air as she worked the dick in front of her.
Jenns hand released its grip on my tented out shorts as I stroll over to the chick who had worked up the load currently sitting in my balls. I peel off my shorts and kick them onto the bench next to her as I’m greeted with a “What’s up” and a nod from the guy. When Pink notices it’s me that’s now joined the party, her hand quickly snatches at my pecker and begins alternating between sucking the two cocks.
“Good game, guy.”
“Ah, thanks buddy. But to tell ya the truth, I was just trying to keep up with this one the whole time.” I say as I look down to meet her almond eyes with my hazel ones.
“I’m Jake. The girl with her lips wrapped around three quarters of your shaft, is my girlfriend Rebecca.”
I give a little wave, while my other hand gets lost in the mess of hair poking up on top of her head, which was now working its way down Jake’s length.
“Pete.” I tell them, then Jake and I go to the “bro-code” ettiqute of stop talking and just listening to the sounds of my adverserary slobbering on dick.
Watching Pink/Rebecca work, you can tell she’s sucking the dudes and my dick differently. For her boyfriend she was giving her standard, go-to blow. You know the blow, that every girl has, that’s unique to the lips doing the sucking. Like, nine times out of ten when she sucks cock, she sucks it just like that. Every girl is known for her own blow. Like a snowflake. Well, Jake got that one. But for me, she was just fucking attacking it, like she was angry at it, like she wanted to prove some sorta point to my cock. She was violently thrusting her lips from around my tip, then quickly down until they were pushing past my base, then held there, like she was trying to face fuck herself. The polite thing for me to do, was to help her. I thrust my hips forward, lodging myself further and further down her long throat, past the point of her choking on it, her eyes watering, until I was sure I couldn’t fit any further down.
Finally I felt her head pushing my hand as her lips started making their way back up my shaft, never once losing their vacuum seal though. She replaced her mouth with her hand and began working my dick, using her spit as a jerkoff lubricant, while her head went back to auto piloting on her boyfriend. It didnt take much more before Jake began grunting and really holding tight to the curls on his girlfriends head. She never took her eyes off mine as she took every wave of hot cum to the back of her throat. When it finally looked like she had taken all her mouth could fit, cum started to leak out the corner of her lips, Jake gave one last heavy, satisfied grunt, before pulling out. One big glob of cum hung off the end of his shaft, which he quickly flicked off onto Rebecca’s tit.
“Ok babe, I’m going to go mingle. Have fun.” The dude was already glancing around the room as I grabbed his girlfriends thin, but very toned arm. Pulling her up off the ground, we stand face to face, for just a moment, before I spin her around and bend her over the bench. In a second I have her pants down to her ankles, her firm ass staring me right in the face. Time to show this bitch who’s boss.
My dick easily slides into her wet pussy, her back arches up as she turns her head to watch, her mouth slightly hanging open. The look in her eye is almost mocking me, daring me to fuck her, like it’s a competition. I know it is. Fucking is practically a sport for people like her and I. And I’m going to win.
In no time my hips are rocking against her ass at top speed. Pink is grunting loudly as she places her hands up against the wall in front of her, to brace herself from hitting it. I’m having none of that. My hands reaches out to grab the back of her head, pushing the side of her face onto the cold cement blocks.
“Fuck….you…” she moans out.
“No,” I tell her, leaning over her back, so my mouth is right at her ear. “Fuck you, slut. Thought you were a fucking big shot out there, eh? This is what playing with the boys gets you!” My cock was drilling deep into her cunt when I feel her tighten up and unleash a flood of juices against my shaft. My balls were about as tight as they can get as my free hand reaches under her and began playing with her nipple. I hadn’t cum for a while, about five hours when I unloaded over Emma at work. I straighten myself up off her back, I could feel where our sweat had been mixing, and let her start thrusting her fine ass back into me. In another couple of seconds my load begins exploding out of my head, filling Rebecca deep.
Rope after rope I shoot into her as we continue to thrust against each other. Finally, that round was spent. For a moment, I thought about giving her another tooling, but eventually decide I had proven my point. I give her ass two hard slaps before pulling my still hard, and dripping, dick out of her and spin around, looking for a new hole.
Behind me, laying on her back on the middle of the room bench, was the other teams weakest player. She was short, blonde, heavy-set, with an enormous pair of tits. She was currently on her back, sucking on my teammate, Pauls, cock, with her knees up, and her finger furiously rubbing her clit. Walking over to the pair, I stradled the bench awkwardly, so that one knee was on the bench while the other foot was planted on the ground. Grabbing hold of her chunky legs and spreading them apart, I can see that her cunt is allready leaking cum from a previous fuck. It’s still warm against my cock as I slide into her pussy. As I begin to thurst against her, I can hear moans escaping from around Paul’s shaft, as he makes sure she continues her deepthroating.
As I begin working towards another load, I take a glance around the room. (Have you ever noticed, when you’re looking back on an orgy, it’s hard to keep who was doing what to who straight? Like, it all becomes a blur of fucking. So, the following may not be in chronological order. My apologies) On the bench to my left, the auburn haired, freckled faced Katie was bent over, across the bench oppiste the pudgy blonde. Some dude I didn’t know was behind her, looking like he was emptying a load inside her. Close to the door was Kirsten, our newest team member. She was a former star on the college girls basketball team, tall and strong, with platinum silver dyed hair. Right now she was riding another member of the other team, reverse cowgirl style. My wife was on all fours, on the floor, as some buff chinese guy stretched out her brown ass around his dick. She met my eyes and smiled at me, a dribble of cum leading down her chin, before she swallowed down Jakes shaft.
“Hey,” the fat girl underneath me brought my attention back to the present. “Need much longer, I kinda want to hit the shower.” Our time in the gym was almost up, this was the time people began filtering out. Some liked to take a shower before they left, mostly the girls, including Diane. I never bothered.
“Yea, no worries,” I say as reach out to play with her fat tit for a sec. Paul had disapeared as I was taking in the scences around us. He had left a heavy shot of hot jizz across the blondes chubby face. “I think I got a little left in me, you go ahead.” I told her as I pulled out of her wet pussy. My cock dripped a mix of her juices and the cum of the last guy who fucked her.
As she got up, I turn to see Jenn on her knees behind me, servicing Conners black cock. Her mouth is my closest option, so I walk over to stand hip to hip with Conner. Jenn’s wedding ring clad hand instantly reaches out to finish what it started earlier. I give out a soft moan as the blonde works my slick, cum covered cock.
“What sport do we have next week? Volleyball?” Conner asks me as he pulls Jenn’s head off his dick by the hair, and plugs her mouth down my shaft.
“Naw, I think that’s the last week.” I answer as I start thrusting into the petite girls throat. “I’m not really sure though. Handball, maybe?”
“Uggh, I hate handball.” The displeasure was voiced by the chubby guy who had just joined us for a cum dump.
I really didn’t give a fuck about his opinion about it, but figured it would be rude to say so, so instead, I just pulled my cock out of Jenn’s mouth, so the guys and I could readjust, so that our three heads rubbed against each other, letting her use her on us all at once. I reached over to the two guys next to me and started stroking their shafts. Conners black cock always felt so good when it was in my hand, mouth, or asshole, Dianne definatly had a point with her preference for dark meat.
“Fuck.” The fat guy groaned softly as I felt his pecker start to convulse. White rope started to quickly shoot out, splashing hotly across Jenn’s face, and mine and Conner’s cocks. When he was done, his pudgy hand wrapped around my base, milking out my fifth load of the day, adding to the mess on the blondes face. Conner quickly followed suit as I pumped him.
When the last shot was out, Jenn looked up at us with her blue eyes, gave each cock a final suck, licked at the cum leaking towards her mouth, stood up, and headed to the shower room to clean off. Our time in the locker room was over.
After finding all of my clothes and throwing them on, Diane found me at the exit, dressed in her typical Patagonia/yuppie wear. She held my hand as we walked to the car and climbed in. Typing “HOME” in the nav computer, the car pulled itself out and started heading to it’s destination, about ten minutes away, while we bagan our post game routine of my wife leaning over and pulling my cock out. You see, the reason I don’t shower after the game is because Diane likes having a taste of all the cunt I fucked that night.
Hey, maybe we were romantic afterall!
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