by Abbey Foxx
“The team isn’t you, Jasper.”
“No?”
“Fuck no.”
“Your a fucking idiot, Harrison. Pride is a dangerous thing. Step aside if you want Moxlin to do anything but drive themselves into the ground. I’ve been watching you, you’re past it, too old, too bitter, too fucking arrogant.”
“Careful, Jasper.”
“You think this team feel inspired by you? They hate playing here. You know that? You have every opportunity to change but you refuse to do so. It feels like you’ve given up already.”
“Jasper, come on.”
“No, Penny, he needs to hear it.”
“I’m warning you, Jasper. Who do you think you are talking to me like that?”
“The person that you need to listen to. The person that is going to change this team around, as much as that pisses you off. You’ve seen today that Moxlin can win when we play right and the players feel inspired and then fight for their right to be out there doing what they love.”
“Penny, get in the car, we are done here.”
I look at Dad and then I look at Jasper. Jasper holds his hands up and takes two steps back.
“Do whatever you’ve got to do.”
“No”, I say.
Dad looks shocked first and then the blood rushes to his face.
“Don’t fucking do it, Penny.”
I shake my head.
“Just go”, Jasper says. “Do what he wants.”
“No”, I say again. “Not this time.”
Dad turns to me.
“Last time I let you and look what happened. I should kill that piece of shit motherfucker for what he did.”
“Jasper’s not Topher, Dad.”
“No, this sorry excuse for a human being is even worse. I’ve seen the videos, all of them. Banned for a year for telling a journalist he was going to have him killed. This-”
Dad jabs an open hand towards a smiling Jasper before he continues. “-This is the man you want to start a relationship with.”
“It was just one kiss. It’s not like-.”
Dad waves his hand in the air dismissively. “Don’t come crying to me when he fucks you over.”
I shake my head. “I won’t.”
Dad growls. “I thought you knew better.”
“I thought I could trust you to support me.”
“I am supporting you.”
“That’s a funny way of showing it.”
“Making sure you don’t make the same mistake twice?”
“Telling me what to do isn’t supporting me Dad. Supporting me is helping me after something goes wrong.”
Dad shakes his head. “Stay away from her, Jasper.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
“I mean it.”
“Dad.”
“Fine.”
“Leave.”
“You’ll regret it, Penny.”
“Leave, now.”
Dad growls, jabs the air with his fingers, threatens Jasper again and finally turns to storm back to his office or the field or wherever to take out his frustration. While he’s still in earshot, I turn to Jasper and with a voice that’s loud enough to carry across the parking lot and into half of the next state I say, “Take me home and fuck me now, hard and deep.”
I can still hear Dad growl while I rush back home in the car, Jasper’s hands all over me aching to get inside.
Eight.
Jasper
I know some girls can get a little crazy when they’re horny, other’s so determined when they make their mind up about something that nothing can get in the way of it, so this I knew was perfectly possible with Penny, at least at some point, I just didn’t expect it so early, nor to such an enthusiastic degree.
I’m not complaining at all, not to myself nor to her, it’s just an observation as she practically mauls me on the way back to her house and then throws herself at me when we finally get inside it.
Topher doesn’t live here anymore, but he’s still all over this place so much that I get a weird feeling he could pop out from around the corner at any moment and surprise us. It kind of makes me want to fuck Penny so hard her screams make his ears burn wherever he is. Fuck Topher Cole. What a fucking ass-hole. What he’s thrown away for a cheap drunk fuck is absolute insanity.
Penny presses herself against my chest and we fall together briefly against the closed front door, before I pick her up and carry her towards her bedroom.
“Hard and deep?”
“Think you can manage that?”
Penny has hungry determined eyes only matched in intensity by how quickly her hands are working at pulling me out of my clothes.
“Think you can?”
“I know what football players can do.”
“Not this one.”
“Not yet.”
Off comes my top so she can spread her hands out across my chest, over the ridged muscles of my abdomen and down to my swollen cock. I’ve been harder for this chick than I have for anyone else in my life and that’s saying a lot. There’s something about Penny that I just can’t put my finger on, which should be an alarm bell for me to step away, but I just can’t resist her. From that moment I saw her striding confidently up to me in the airport, I just knew I had to get close to her. I’m not one to usually fall hard, but if I’m going to, this one has all the qualities to make it happen. I want to slide my rock hard cock up inside her. I want to suck her pussy and run my tongue along her slit. I want to pull her hair and watch her rub her clit, her legs spread wide open for me, and I want to hear her begging for more, the power of a multiple orgasm trembling through her skin.
I push her to the bed, dropping to my knees in the process to slide my hands up underneath her dress and pull down her panties to get at her.
She doesn’t complain or resist or tell me I’m going too fast or that I’m not doing it the way she wants to, all she does is let herself flop to the bed, her arms spread out wide and let me take what I want from her.
“Last chance, Penny”, I say, my thumbs looped up under the waistband of her panties ready to pull them down.
“My last chance is long gone.”
Down they come. Across the smoothness of her upper thighs, past the ridges of her kneecaps, over her ankles, and into a ball of fabric I toss carelessly behind me.
“Show me.”
Penny props herself up to look at me. She gives me a coquettish side glance, bites her lower lip theatrically and then lets her legs drop open so I can see what it is I really want to concentrate on.
“Most people remove the dress first.”
Some women don’t see the beauty in them, but I love them so much I could stare at them all fucking day. Pussies. And Penny’s, as I hoped it would be, is as gorgeous as any I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck that.”
“I hope so.”
“I’m big.”
“Oh, I know.”
“Maybe I should start with my tongue, work my way up, make sure you’re prepared for it.”
Shaved, but not so she’s completely bald. Swollen lips, parted slightly. The hint of her clitoris drawing the skin at the top of her sweetness together, bunching up, hiding the sensitivity. I can already tell she’s a screamer. Just by looking at her, watching how her skin bobbles at my touch, the way she carries herself, the bounce in her step, I know she’s sexually liberal. I know that when she comes, it feels like heaven on earth. I’m blessed with a cock that’s big enough to get so deep I can make women have the most intense vaginal orgasm, but not so large I’m uncomfortable to fit inside. With Penny, I’m going to get so deep she can feel me in her chest.
“Maybe you should stop talking and start working.”
“Show me what you like.”
I’m so hard I can feel my cock throbbing, desperate for me to release it. I don’t want to, not just yet anyway. I’m not going to spoil this, just in case it doesn’t happen again. Penny may be throwing herself at me right now, but I’m experie
nced enough to know the signs. However incredible this fuck is for her, and however much she needs it, after it’s done, she’s going to wonder whether she should have done it at all. That’s just natural and I get it, and what usually happens after that stage is the most dangerous stage of all, where two people keep fucking so much that feelings come into it and you run the risk of not being able to get out at all if you need to, but right now, I have no idea where this is going to end, so I’m going to make sure I enjoy it while I can.
Penny’s only one week out of a long term relationship, and I’m happy to be there for her even if this is only a rebound fuck, because as rebound fucks go I can’t think of anyone I’d much rather do, but with the team connection, the fact I’m only here for a year and Topher on the edge looking in, this could get very dangerous indeed.
Penny opens herself up with two fingers, drawing the skin back around her pussy so I can see the fullness of her swollen clit. Her breathing is making tingles run up and down my spine, and that coupled with the moistness developing around her pussy hole is making me very horny indeed.
“I’m waiting.”
“I’m watching.”
Penny slides her moistened finger along her slit, her breath shortening as she does so, a gasp as she finds her hole and let’s her finger dip momentarily inside.
“You like that?”
“Fuck yeah, I like that.”
I can’t wait any longer. Some women like it gentle some of the time, others want to be the ones in control, every single women I’ve ever been with, even though they’ve often denied it afterwards, like men to be assertive. They like men to show their power, their dominance, their physicality. They like a huge cock slammed so hard into their tight little hole that the swinging balls against their pussy lips leave little patches of red sensitive skin. Penny looks no different. She’s a confident one too. Pulled hair, ass spanked, hips gripped so tightly the tips of my fingers go white. There’s time in a relationship to fuck gently, and fucking gently is one of the things I absolutely love to do, but right now, right this minute, while Penny’s on her back, her dress lifted over her hips, her legs spread wide and raised up enough I can see the knot of skin that marks out an ass-hole I will encourage her to let me fuck later on, I want hard and deep. I want quick and dirty. I want orgasms barked from the back of a hot mouth into the depths of my ear. I want words so dirty they make my great grandmother turn in her grave.
I pull her towards me, lifting her slightly so I can get into a better position and then I start rubbing her with the flat edge of three fingers. I push away her hands and then I lock them both in one of mine so she can’t get at me. I’d tie her up if I could. I’m not into organised BDSM but I fucking love making girls unable to resist what I do to them. I love watching them squirm as I run my tongue repeatedly over their clits and in and out of their holes.
Penny tastes amazing, but I knew she would. With some girls you can just tell. Her pussy lips are fat like the lips she’s licking now, sensitive too, and responsive to each one of the carressing movements I give them. While I run my tongue along, to the edge, up and down and inside her, I hold her open or rub the skin around her clit, or attack it directly until she begs me to stop.
Penny’s pussy. Penny on her back wide open for me. I still can’t believe it’s actually happening. I guess I have Topher to thank for that. I guess I have the rugby disciplinary board in England and Penny herself for bringing me here. I’ve had good things and bad things happen to me in my life, and one thing I’ve learned is to live as much in the moment as you can, because memories are never as good as the real thing and fantasies just weigh you down.
Penny tries to pull herself away from me but I won’t let her. Every time I roll the underside of my tongue over her clit, her knee trembles and I see her ass-hole clench up tight.
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to handle me.”
Penny breathes a raspy response. “It might be easier if I had something to suck.”
“You’ve got to be careful, Penny, you might make me like you saying things like that.”
“I thought you wouldn’t be able to resist putting your cock inside me.”
“I think I can hold on a little bit longer.”
“You might make me come if you carry on like that.”
“I’m not the one thrusting.”
“You try resisting in my position.”
“I can see you’ve already found that impossible.”
When I pull away Penny’s visibly throbbing. There is a small patch of cum seeping into the bed cover, and her breathing is raspy and tight. She’s barely able to talk without stopping after every word to regulate herself. Her clit is shiny with her juices and her lips are so fat they look swollen. I’d carry on all day if I didn’t have other things on my mind. I’d make her come too if I didn’t want to see it happen for the first time with my cock inside her.
“That it?” Penny says, back up on her elbows.
“That’s it”, I say, shrugging and stepping away from her.
“Huh.”
Penny watches me kick my shoes off. Slide down my jeans and boxershorts and throw them to the side.
“You’re leaving me wanting.”
“I promise you won’t be saying that when we’re really done.”
Penny slips out of her dress and slides forward to the edge of the bed in one smooth unbroken movement that leaves her naked and perched, looking up to me with wide brown eyes and perky little tits that tell me only one thing.
“Are you going to corrupt me now?”
“Is that what you want?”
Penny nods.
“Like a bad girl.”
“Have you been a bad girl?”
Penny nods again.
“I’ve been thinking about you fucking me.”
My cock is pulsating. Penny casually reaches over and takes it in her hand, which looks tiny wrapped around my huge shaft.
“Oh yeah? How so?”
“It starts with you fucking my mouth. I have my lips pressed together, like this.”
She pouts for a moment before continuing. “And you slide your cock inside me until I’m choking on it, deep at the back of my throat. Like this.”
She pulls me towards her, opens up her mouth and places me on her lips. I put one leg up on the bed, gather a bunch of her hair in a tightened grip and slide my way inside her. I stop halfway and let Penny take control, deciding how much of me she’s able to take. When I’ve got my limit I take control back and begin to fuck her hard. It takes me a minute or two of slow progression until I’m deep enough to feel my balls against her chin, and Penny gives me that look that tells me this is something she’s always wanted but never been able to do.
Dirty girl. Sweet, dangerous and dirty. While I fuck her mouth hard, Penny drops her hand to her pussy and with her eyes on me and her mouth full of my cock, she begins to play with her clit.
Little circles around her swollen sensitivity before she slides down further, first to her pussy hole, and after to the moistness of her button tight anus, the tips of her fingers teasing, testing us both, her body fulfilling the demands her horniness is making of it.
She pulls away, drawing my entire length out of her like excalibur from the rock. If she’s trying to impress me, she’s succeeding.
“I thought you wanted to fuck me.”
I smile. Not everyone can do this and I admire the game. Some people take sex too seriously, some people are way too sensitive to let themselves go. I’ve never been like that, and I’ve never liked women who are like it either. Sex with the lights off? How the fuck can I see the way your body moves when we are locked together? Pillow talk, sentiment, soppiness? Give me dirty words any day of the week. Call a pussy a pussy, a cock a cock and tell me exactly what you want from me.
“I thought you were never going to let me.”
“I like your cock.”
“You can keep it if you want.”
Penny gives me a long l
ick the full length of my shaft. “I may have to come back to it from time to time.”
She pushes me away and eases herself back onto the bed.
“I think we can work something out.”
“I can be very demanding.”
“I hadn’t noticed.”
“And very specific.”
“You just tell me what you want.”
“And you’ll give it to me?”
“Exactly.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“No strings attached?”
“I can tie you up if you want me to?”
“Are you going to tie me down?”
“I thought you’d just gotten out of one relationship, don’t tell me you want to get straight back inside.”
“And you?”
“What about me?”
“What do you want?”
“I told you that already, Penny. I want you.”
“Why?”
“Because you make the time pass quicker.”
“I knew you were an asshole.”
“So why are you sleeping with me then.”
“Maybe I’m just using you for a quick fuck.”
“I guess only time will tell.”
She’s on her back, legs wrapped around me and locked together, me on top of her, my cock rubbing against her pussy, ready to slide inside her. I’m at the edge of her tenderness, able to slip in without doing much else but adjusting my position, but I’m holding myself here, teasing her, waiting for the right moment to connect us together.
“Your time’s limited remember.”
“Then we better make the most of it.”
“I hope you’re not about to do something you’re going to regret.”
“I’ve never regretted fucking a pretty girl.”
“Then I guess you better get on with it.”
“Hard and deep?”
“Don’t stop. Until. Oh fuck me-.”
Her words get lost in the action, in the sensation that results from it, in the surprise of the intensity of the feeling, the desire that I see shake through her body like an electric shock might, and the way she pushes herself onto me, concentrating hard to remember every moment. It is my favorite part, which doesn’t mean that what follows is any less important or enjoyable for it, it just means that if had to choose one part in the whole sexual act, the moment my dick pushes my way inside her pussy would be it.