by Abbey Foxx
“I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
“Is that right?”
Now I let him see, but only for the briefest of brief moments. A blink-and-you’ll-miss-it spread of my fingers pushing my moistened pussy lips open.
Jasper nods. His dick does that pulsing thing again and I watch the head swell. “Until you scream.”
“With your big dick?”
“Show me again.”
I shake my head, rubbing myself all the time, my sensitivity hidden and out of bounds.
Jasper growls like an animal and then he comes for me. I’m up on my feet in seconds, as light as a feather in his hands, and then up on the bench a moment afterwards, adjusted, placed, positioned for his convenience.
“You’re wearing fuck me socks.”
“Am I?”
“And fuck me eyes.”
“Maybe it’s just the way you’re looking at me.”
“Open your legs.”
“Only if you cure me.”
“Big dicks and football players.”
“I guess I can’t have one without the other.”
“Hands off.”
“Just to the side.”
“I knew you were dirty.”
Even with me standing up here, he’s almost as tall as me. I put my hands up like he asks and then spin around and stick my ass out towards him. Like this I can hold onto the coat hooks and force my way back against him. Like this he can go so deep he’ll put my tits to sleep.
“Don’t let that put you off.”
“I wouldn’t hold anything against you, Penny.”
“Nothing you didn’t want to put inside.”
“And you thought you’d be able to give me up.”
“I haven’t even started with you yet.”
“Oh no?”
“Uhuh.”
“Then you better make yourself available.”
“What have you got in mind for me.”
“Well I can’t cure you in just one session.”
His hand smooths out the skin over my ass cheek, the tips of his fingers dipping underneath the elastic and edging the fullness of my pussy lips. I am so wet and I know he’ll be able to feel it.
“It’s a good job you’re not planning on going anywhere.”
So close to going inside me, only to pull away at the last minute. I squirm towards him desperate to get him closer again.
“What would you do without me?”
“I don’t know, do dildos come in your size?”
How can someone who has only ever touched your body once know exactly where to place their fingers to get you off? And I don’t mean just off, like any regular Friday night ice cream and slippers pussy rub, I mean better than you can do yourself. This is what I mean when I say that Jasper Stone is a fucking God.
“You like that, huh?”
I look back at him and wish that I don’t, because watching this big strong man turn me into tingly jelly is going to make me explode in embarrassingly quick time. I have to shut my eyes and look away, trying my best to control my breathing and pretend what he’s doing to me is nothing special at all. Just fingers, and not even inside me deeply, but around me, massaging the skin at the edge of my hole, around my clitoris, at the bridge between my pussy and my anus.
I wonder if his cock will fit in there too and how long I can resist it before asking him to try.
I shudder when his tongue finds me, partly because I don’t expect it, partly because when he pulls it away again I feel like it’s inevitable that I’m going to come hard. Last time was a multiple orgasm, this time feels like it could be that plus one.
Fuck.
“Are you ready to face your fears?”
I nod because I’m unable to speak. Spread-eagled with my back arched up, barely even undressed, hanging onto the metal poles in front of me as though for dear life, I’m ready.
In all of the time I’ve been here we’ve never updated this locker room, and something about that seems so right just about now. Old wood, bent metal, worn hooks and two horny twenty somethings banging the living shit out of each other because they simply can’t resist not doing it.
This was what I always wanted with Topher and now I’m so glad that he always refused. It would have ruined this place for the rest of my life had I let him try and make love to me here. If I can even call it that. As Jasper mounts the bench and we wait for a heartbeat to check it’ll test the weight of us both, I feel like a fucking porn star. A slut, a porn star, a girl in love. I’m all three of those things in this moment and maybe only one of them outside of it. I know I’ve got to protect myself and it’s pretty clear already I’m not the best at it, but fuck it. Fuck it hard and deep right now because I’m taking this and enjoying every minute of it.
“Just to the side.”
I nod again. Jasper grips my right hand and together we wrap them around the bar. With his left, he pulls my panties to the side, cups his dick and feeds it to my entrance. One was never enough and who the fuck was I kidding? As soon as he slides his way inside me, my pussy so wet it practically yawns apart for him, I feel the fireworks exploding already.
Fuck, it feels good. I mean, I knew it would, but damn, this is even better than the first time. It’s like Jasper knows exactly what I want, without even asking me. Without even the possibility he might not get it right. It’s fucking crazy to say it, but it’s like there is this connection between us that works whatever we do together. Jasper’s cock fits perfectly in my pussy, My body fits perfectly into his, our brains meld together as one.
“That what you wanted?”
“That’s what I wanted”, I gasp out.
“You didn’t come down here to be careful.”
“I wore my fuck me socks.”
“And your fuck me eyes.”
I lean back into him and Jasper leans back too, the creaking bench holding our weight as we swing, now in a kind of seated position like a pair of monkeys fucking, enough for me to take control and begin to slide up and down his cock. Either it’s the position or he’s suddenly grown another inch, because like this, I feel him deeper than I ever have before.
“Fuck, Jasper.” He bites my neck, kisses my shoulder, pushes himself even deeper. “Can you hold me?”
“I can try.”
“I want to see you when I come.”
“You’re so romantic.”
I detach myself for a moment, spin around and climb back on top of him. When I gather him up and slide him back inside his eyes go wide.
“Like that, huh?”
“I like watching you pleasure yourself.”
“Then keep watching.”
“You’re going to make me come if I keep watching.”
“That’s the idea.”
“You’re dangerous.”
This has the potential to spin rapidly out of control. It has danger written all over it in big fucking police tape letters and here I am going head first for it. I’m jacking myself up and down on his cock, hard enough to shake the whole bench and slap his balls up against the sweet sensitive nub of my anus.
I grab them, push them down out of the way and fuck him as hard and as deep as I can go.
“Watch me.”
I’m so close to coming. If I look down I see his cock pushing my pussy apart bordered by the wet fabric of my panties. I haven’t even bother to pull out my tits, but I can see my rock hard nipples poking against the pocket of my bra. Jasper is holding on underneath me, compliant in my game, happy to let me take control and throw myself towards what I know will be an earth shattering orgasm.
“It’s coming. Oh fuck, Jasper it’s coming.”
“Come, Penny. Fuck. Come hard.”
“I’m coming, I’m coming. Jesus Christ fuck-.”
The rest of that gets lost in screams that I can barely keep inside me. I’ve never heard the sounds I’m making before, nor felt anything quite as intense. I thought the first time we fucked was incredible. Compared to this it fades in
my memory. I am exploding all over in shivers and spasms and bolts of pleasure that make my skin feel like it’s on fire.
I can’t think straight, or act straight, or stop yelling, and it takes a long time for me to even think about whether I’m breathing normally or not. I can just about make out Jasper below me, because the intensity of the blood rush has made my vision all wonky. Looking at him is like looking at a statue through a kaleidoscope, and when I try and speak nothing but half formed words dribble out of my mouth. What the fuck has he done to me?
“Fuck, Penny”, I just about hear, but I don’t know where it comes in the timeline of events. For all I know it could be before, during, or as much as five minutes after. His orgasm I feel though, strong enough that it sends a completely unexpected second wave through my body that makes me so sensitive I have no other recourse but to try and get away from him.
“Fuck”, Jasper’s saying. “Fuck that was so fucking good.”
Jasper is kicking out hard and trying to keep me in place, but it isn’t going to happen. I push down on his chest and lift my pussy up from a still ejaculating cock, and as soon as I manage it, I know I’ve fucked up. I hear the creak first, feel the bench tip next and know there is nothing we can do to stop it. I cower towards my big dicked sporting hero and as he twists free from the bars, he gathers me up in his arms and turns inwards so as we hit the floor I’m wedged safely in his grasp.
A moment later, and while we are both still coming hard, the ancient bench crashes down on top of us, spilling a box of helmets out all over the floor.
Jasper gathers his breath, lifts up the fallen bench in one go and tosses it noisily to the side of the room.
“Are you ok?”
“No”, I say. “That was-. Fuck, Jasper, I’ve never felt like that before in my life.”
I want to turn into him and cuddle up but I don’t know if I should, so I stay there on my back and look aimlessly up to the ceiling, my body awash with emotion.
“I’ve never fucked hanging off a changing room bench before so that’s a first.”
“We shouldn’t have.”
“Don’t start with that again Penny, for fuck sake.”
“Sorry.”
“I think I bust my ankle. Re-bust it.”
“I think I bust my pussy.”
“I’ll make sure I kiss it better for you.”
“That was fucking insane.”
Jasper nods. “Something’s working, huh?”
Through a mess of football helmets Jasper’s hand finds mine.
“I didn’t think you’d be like this.”
“That good?”
“No, like this.”
“Football players have emotions too.”
“Maybe they do after all.”
For a while we just lie like that, hand in hand, hearts beating wildly, neither one with a need to say anything.
“I’ve got a joke”, Jasper says after a while.
“Go on.”
“I used to date a girl with a lazy eye. It turns out she was seeing someone else the whole time.”
“You fucking idiot.”
“It’s good huh.”
I shake my head but I can’t stop laughing. Earth shattering sex and shit jokes, I think I’ve found my perfect man.
Eleven.
Jasper
I’m out for three weeks with a busted up ankle and we lose both of the games that I can’t play in as a result. Into the bye week we carry a record of 2-4 and there’s some serious work we need to do to put things right if we want to get past Christmas with a positive lead and even start thinking about the possibilities of playoffs.
I hate not being able to play almost as much as I hate seeing my team lose. Alright, more than I hate seeing my team lose. I’m built for sport and keeping me out of the game is like cutting the wings off a falcon. Moxlin Tiger’s aren’t the only team falling apart without me either. Corsham Riders are sixth in the league after their worst start to a season in years. They miss me and they know it, but there’s nothing I can do about that from here. Right now, this is where I belong and it’s not just because of the football.
Penny and I have gone 16-0. I guess that football expression doesn’t work quite so well talking about fucking, but we are deep into it and showing no signs of holding ourselves back. I’ve got to say I’m falling for her in a big fucking way. It’s stupid, I know. Not the falling for her bit, but the letting myself do it. We both know I’m on limited time here, and we both know that if this continues we’re going to have to make some careful decisions so we don’t get hurt. There’s that word again, careful. It sits alongside shouldn’t on the shelf by the bed staring at me in that uneasy, knowing way. If Penny and I fall for each other hard, and I have to go back to England at the end of the year, what the fuck is going to happen to us? It’s at the back of my mind but I’m trying to ignore it. I don’t want to think about anything else but the fun Penny and I are having, fun I’ve never experienced before, and fun she hasn’t experienced in years, the game, Moxlin, getting myself fixed up and ready to play again and everything else but what will happen when that day comes and my contract runs out here.
Penny’s never been to England, but there’s no way she’d give up Moxlin. This is her life, her whole life, and I’m the dick that’s walked into it and come along and said, you. I want you, and I’m not giving up until I get you.
I kind of did do that I suppose. Penny’s a hot girl, what else was I meant to do? Not only hot, but seriously likeable as well. I’m showing my sensitive side here, but when I’m with Penny, I feel like I could forget about everything else and it would be alright if none of it ever came back. That’s how I know I’m serious about her. I would choose Penny over rugby. Fuck, that’ a hell of a scary thing, but if it feels right there is no point in hiding from it.
So, after that day in the locker room, and we lay there for as long as it felt right, Penny gave me a lift home and we fucked again. We fucked so hard in fact that three separate hotel guests complained to the concierge about the noise, and we were eventually interrupted mid session by the manager and two members of staff. That was a little embarrassing, but we worked it out in the end.
I’m now at a completely different hotel, and Penny and I fuck much more often at hers. I am still planning on moving out to a proper place, I just haven’t had time with all the extra training and reading up Harrison’s had me on, and then all the extra curricular activity Penny’s had me on afterwards. It’s on the list with a lot of other things because there is only so often Penny and I can sneak into a public building and then scream so hard we get chucked out, before we both get caught, the press gets hold of the story and Harrison and Topher both go ape shit.
To be fair, although he hasn’t said anything yet to either of us, Harrison probably already knows. I think as long as Penny’s happy, which she never seemed to be with Topher, Harrison is happy too. Seriously, I’m not the only one noticing it either. She’s got a spring in her step she didn’t have before, she’s got a fucking glow that those in the know know only comes from one thing and she’s happy man. Like seriously fucking happy.
Topher knows she’s fucking someone else too, he just doesn’t know it’s me yet. Part of the reason we lost those last two games is because Topher’s been throwing like a blind seventy year old. Alright, most of the reason we lost those games is because I couldn’t do anything to save them, but Topher is well off his game. He’s trying to hide it, but that guy is pining and as much as I hate to see it in someone, it serves him right. He’s not pining because he loves her either, he’s pining because he doesn’t get to have her anymore. He treated her like shit and this is the result. Penny fucks the next guy. That net guy happens to be me, and Penny is so much happier for it.
After that, we’ve been running through her favorite spots at work, which she seems to have a healthy kink for exploring, and every single room in her house including the swimming pool outside that Topher had designed into the shap
e of a football. That was a particularly good fuck actually, Penny with her legs wrapped around my back, my dick deep inside her, both of us looking at the stars as we came.
Penny’s good like that. No matter how many times we do it, we always seem to be in sync. I don’t even need to tell her I’m about to come now, neither does she need to feel like she needs to hold on for me. When she comes, I come, and the same the other way round as though one sets off the other and even if we wanted to we couldn’t do anything to stop it.
It’s fucking magical, and that’s coming from someone that doesn’t believe in magic at all. I believe in Penny. I believe in what I can feel and touch and see and what I know is right, and believe me when I say it, I’ve never felt anything more right in my life.
“The red or the black?”
Penny’s at the end of the bed holding up two outfit choices for the day. It is the morning, just about still at least by a few minutes, the weekend, our first few days off in months, and the first time she’s allowed me to stay over here. I feel fucking great. I feel on top of the world and about to conquer the universe.
“Red.”
Black would be just as good but red is a happier color for the weather we are having. She’d look incredible in a trash bag.
“You know they know?”
“I know who knows?”
“The team.”
“You think someone saw us in the locker room?”
“Possibly. Someone might have seen us in your office.”
“Or out on the ten yard line.”
“Remind me again why we did that? Middle of the night, freezing our tits off.”
“Come on, don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to?”
“We don’t have a ten yard line in rugby.”
“Then you’re missing out, clearly.”
“I’m serious though.”
“So what? Let them know.”
“And Topher?”
“With any luck Dad will ok his transfer request and we’ll get someone else in.”