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Late Eleven by Systematic Today wouldn't be restful. I picked up my stuff and dragged myself downstairs. Outside the sun was shining, the temperature was good. Birds were singing, kids were playing. It was perfect for sleeping. But I wasn't going to sleep, I was going to play football. I was about two steps from the door when Red came out of nowhere and kissed me.

She had to stand on her toes to do it. I was so surprised I big jugs as a guarantee for sex hardcore blowjob dropped my helmet.

She finally let me go and pulled back, glowing. "That was amazing yesterday," she whispered, then ran off. I wrestled with my temper for a moment. I guess… I guess I misjudged her kinkiness. Shame on me for assuming she wasn't a total pervert. That was the last time I ever gave anyone the benefit of the doubt. But I had football to worry about. Red would be here when I got back. Unfortunately.

I went outside, even more reluctantly than before. "Late!" I paused by my car and turned to see Doctor Rogers come running up. She paused, jogging in place. "Already going to the game?" "Yeah." "I'll be there." The house to left of mine is a rental, but the one on the right is the Doctor Rogers'.

She's been our neighbor for a few years now; she moved in after she got divorced. I like her. She used to be on the plump side, but now she's a fitness freak, always running or lifting weights or playing basketball in her backyard, with me, when she can't find anyone else. I think all the activity is how she deals with being 30 and single. "Knock 'em dead," she said, chucking me on the shoulder, and completely ignoring my lack of enthusiasm.

I watched her jog up her front steps.

Of course she'd be at the game. Our community isn't large. Everyone would be there, especially because this happened to be the big one with our rival.

Of course we won. I was the one calling the plays, so it couldn't have ended any other way. Unfortunately, my overconfidence had gotten me sacked again, and while everyone was celebrating, I was trying amateur lesbian chicks get their yummy pussies licked and nailed to pass out.

I was already deafened by the noise from the spectators, my chest still hurt from when Brett tried to knock me into next century, and I was oblivious to the people trying to hoist me on their shoulders and pass me around like a peace pipe.

Edie was there, jumping around like an idiot, not bringing me a towel. So was Kylie, looking grudgingly impressed. I spotted the Doctor in the stands, along with my parents, and basically everyone else I knew. Sandy was trying to bring me some Powerade, but for someone his size to push through a bunch of football players don't count on it.

But I didn't need a drink, I needed aspirin. And a nap. The captain of the opposing team made a rude gesture. I tried not to pass out. Despite the pain, what stood out to me was the absence of two of my players. My two best players, Brett, and Ollie. It wasn't like them to run off the moment the game ended.

They would want to be here, basking in the adoration of our little community. And there was so much adoration that nobody noticed me. So I staggered off the field and made for the Nurse's office. At the very least Sarah, who I now knew to be a contemporary of Miranda, could offer me some ice.

I saw Brett and Ollie enter Sarah's office. Neither one of them had taken a hit during the game. I already had a feeling about this, but I went up to the door and took a look anyway. Sarah was sitting in her chair, wearing a skirt and a blouse that were characteristically too tight. She always wears clothes that she seems extreme tit torture nailed tboard burst out of.

She's soft, full-figured, and very, very pale. Just as Miranda and Kylie had observed, she had the kind of enormous breasts that everybody noticed.

Her hair is long and black, and she even had a beauty mark to go along with big, shiny lips that were always glossy red. Her bedroom eyes were always switched on. It was easy to believe the things Miranda had said about her. I had the strangest feeling I knew exactly what this was about. Sarah liked to corner me and make provocative offers, of course hinging on my seeing to it that our team won. Her love of gambling wasn't a secret. How much had she bet on this game, and what had she promised to Brett and Ollie if they could deliver?

I supposed I ought to stick around and find out. Sarah was leaning back in her chair, legs crossed, looking smug. She had, I suspected, collected a tidy sum on this game. But I knew for her it wasn't about the money, she just liked to bet. The top buttons of her blouse were undone, revealing vast expanses of pale, flawless cleavage. She must have commanded the boys to strip down, because they were struggling out of their gear.

Ollie was still hopped up from the game, and he was at half-mast already. Sarah's eyes locked onto him, and he covered himself, looking self-conscious. Ollie was no virgin, but no matter how experienced you are, apparently you just aren't in control when Sarah's in front of you.

She smiled, and he moved his hands. Now he was completely hard, and standing out, wobbling as he shifted uneasily. Brett finished undressing, and I spotted a few bruises on his back. At least he hadn't escaped the game completely untouched. He was becoming erect right in front of us, from nothing more than Sarah's overwhelming wild sex w short hair babe with tattoos latina ass and the thought of what was waiting for him.

She motioned them forward, still sitting, and took them each in hand. Looking wasn't enough; she had to touch. Ollie looked disbelieving, like he'd won the lottery. Brett just looked determined. But they were both under her complete control. She was just weighing and appreciating them, not even stroking or pulling, but it was having that effect. Brett twitched in her hand, and a drop of pre-cum welled up from Ollie's tip.

Sarah rubbed him with her thumb, smearing it around his glans. Her eyes had become glassy, and there was pink on her cheeks. Sarah had experience, but right now she had about four hundred pounds of revved up football player in front of her. That had to be a treat, even for her. She stood up and kissed Ollies, putting her arms around him and squashing her breasts against his chest.

His hands found her waist, and he shuddered as his erection pressed against her soft abdomen. Sarah pulled over Brett and kissed him too.

Her hands were everywhere. Brett and Ollie are both superbly muscled, and Sarah couldn't get enough. She gripped, kneaded, and nipped with her teeth.

She luxuriated in the way Brett rubbed against her backside, and allowed Ollie to reverently fondle her breasts through her blouse. He was dripping, now. She pressed Ollie back into her chair, then dropped to her knees, pushing his penis against his stomach and suckling the underside.

Brett watched, his fist wrapped tightly around his own hard on. This wasn't one of the redhead's sloppy, chaotic blowjobs. Sarah knew exactly what she was doing. She took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him, and pulling out with just enough suction to make him gasp. I watched his muscles as her head moved slowly up and down, his fingers deep in her glossy hair. His head was back and his mouth was open, groaning. He wasn't going to last long, and Sarah knew it.

She didn't expect much from these two. She could tell they weren't experienced; that was why she would get the both off once before the main event, because it would be over too quickly if she didn't. Ollie was reaching critical mass. She drew back and jerked him enthusiastically, while he gripped the arms of the chair and let out a stifled grunt. Sarah delightedly let his semen fall across her breasts and throat, closing her eyes and clearly enjoying it.

After the last few drops ran over her hand, Ollie went limp in the chair, and she leaned down to gently lick off the head. Without any pause at all, she turned to Brett, who took an uncertain step back. She rose, licking off her hand, and advanced on him. He bumped into the desk, and she pressed herself to him, taking his head in her hands and kissing him. She caressed his chest and trailed more kisses down his neck, then downward more, until she was kneeling in front of him.

He swallowed, then gasped as her mouth enveloped him, and pulled him deep into her throat. I was impressed; she was not a large woman, and Brett was a very, very large guy.

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Over and over, she took him as deep as she could. I could hear the slurping and sucking over Brett's fast breathing. It was admirable how long he lasted, though it wasn't actually very long.

He came with a jerk, grabbing her head and arching his back. Sarah kept her lips tightly around him, and I saw her throat bob and constrict as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful. When it was over she pulled back, swallowed a final time, and smiled. Brett slipped down to the floor, gasping for breath. Sarah looked at his still-erect penis with great respect, then kissed him again, this time more deeply.

The kiss lingered, and I saw her hand gently cup his scrotum. Brett couldn't resist. He couldn't even move. But Sarah was just getting started, and Ollie was back on his feet, his right hand absently stroking his penis. She looked up at him, and it was clear she wasn't waiting any longer.

Sarah got up and started to unbutton her blouse. Ollie's erection got even bigger and redder as she took it off, then unzipped the tight black skirt and let it fall into a puddle around her ankles. She stepped out and kicked off her shoes. Then she was in Ollie's arms again, her lips locked hungrily to his.

His hands gripped her buttocks firmly, rubbing soft flesh and satin. She pulled him backward, toward one of the infirmary beds, reaching back to undo her bra. It was barely off before he was groping her breasts, a big, pink nipple between his lips. She smiled and stroked his hair, but it was an impatient smile.

She backed up, pulled down her panties, and sat down on the bed, spreading her legs wide.

She leaned back on her hands and looked up at him. Now it was Ollie's turn to swallow. He would have stood there staring all day if she hadn't used two fingers to spread her lips. He came to his senses, stepped forward and grasped her lips, guiding himself, and carelessly smearing pre-cum across her neatly trimmed patch of black pubic hair.

He pushed in with a sound that wasn't very manly, and Sarah sighed contentedly. Ollie had no technique, but he was big, and young, and he would do. She murmured some encouragement, and he began to move. Ollie gazed down at his engorged penis thrusting into her, and Sarah gazed up at him, drinking in his body as she pushed her hips against his. Ollie grunted with exertion, but Sarah only made small, satisfied sounds. She wanted him to go faster, but Ollie had the sense to hold back.

He knew he wasn't going to last long, and he wanted to savor the experience. I didn't blame him. He slowed down a little, and it frustrated her, but she tolerated it. I could see her pink lips twitching and gripping him. Brett had recovered nicely, and was mesmerized by the scene in front of him. He was focused on the puffy and swollen labia as well, which were now covered in her juices.

Sarah was feeling some urgency, rising to meet his thrusts, actually levering her hips off the bed to do it. Ollie bratty sis bribing her big brother se out of strength. He pulled out, jets of cum shooting all over her breasts and belly. Still groaning, he staggered back and fell on the opposite bed, a few more spurts landing on his own stomach.

He wouldn't be getting up for a while.

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Sarah looked down at herself, but only appeared disappointed for a moment, because she remembered Brett was still there. She forgot all about the pearly semen scattered across her and beckoned him over.

He didn't just stand at the edge of the bed, like Ollie had, he climbed onto the bed, and surprised Sarah by kissing her fiercely. She was surprised, but also pleased. She lay back, but she didn't even have to pull him in. He slammed in so deeply and so suddenly that she cried out in pleasure. There was no lead-up. Brett just gave it to her as fast and hard as he possibly could, which with his body, was pretty fast and hard.

Sarah couldn't even think straight enough to be surprised. This was a pounding she had only dreamed over. Her cries and moans were even louder than the sound of Brett's body crashing into hers. Sarah's huge breasts were bouncing wildly, and her hands clutched at the sheets on the bed as her face contorted in ecstasy. There was no time for her to appreciate Brett's Olympian body. All she could do was try not to scream too loudly.

As for Brett, he never slowed down, he just gave it his all, and always with that look of intense concentration. He was absolutely drenched with sweat from the exertion; it dripped from him onto her.

This wasn't about his lust for a beautiful woman, this was about proving to himself that he wasn't gay after our little chat in the shower. It was a shame he was so hung up on that, he probably wasn't enjoying this at all.

But Sarah was enjoying it enough for the both of them. She came with a jerk and a cry, her legs wrapped around his waist, toes flexing. She tightened on him, and Brett couldn't help but go as well. He pushed in to the hilt and emptied into her. They were both rigid, shaking their way hot nasty brutal lesbian fucking she cums the orgasm for a long time before he collapsed on top of her.

Brett's eyes were closed, but Sarah's were wide open. She looked like it was Christmas morning, and as Brett's head was nicely pillowed on her chest, she stroked his hair fondly. None of them were very aware of their surroundings, so I took that opportunity to slip out, still in considerable pain. Well, no wonder Brett and Ollie had seemed so motivated today. All we needed was for Sarah to make this arrangement with the rest of the team, and the season was guaranteed.