“Do you think I should fuck her in a car? I cannot go to her house or take her home and it would be too weird to take her to a hotel or something.” He groaned as he pulled out of her depths again but this time instead of parting ways, he slammed into her again, beginning a slow steady motion of entering and withdrawing from her weeping pussy. For a few minutes, he fucked the supine woman, gently but steadily.
Rory stopped and Dorothy squeaked. “Any suggestions?” Rory asked, the head of his cock barely hooked inside the woman’s body.
Dorothy was panting and did not speak. Her cunt drooled desire.
Rory did not move.
Dorothy finally lifted her head and looked to the side, trying to peer down her body at him. Rory jerked into her and she groaned and rolled her head forward again, laying her forehead on the table once more, lifting her body slightly from her elbows.
Rory stilled again and waited.
Dorothy waited with him for several minutes. Her inner muscles rippled pleasantly around the cock planted in her body. After waiting for her to speak for a while, Rory pulled out and plunged back into her again. “I asked you a question.”
“What?” Dorothy said immediately. “I am sorry. What did you ask?”
“Any ideas? About where I could fuck a girl, if I happened to find one I wanted to fuck?” Rory slammed his cock home once more. He found a steady, sustainable rhythm and proceeded with fucking her. Liquid welled out of her and tricked down both thighs.
Dorothy lifted her head. “Here.” She said. “Bring her here. You can park in the bedroom, I mean in the garage and, and, and use me, I mean, use my house. No one would, would suspect and she, she would, would, would never guess you were, were, were fuck, fucking me too.”
Rory smiled and hammered Dorothy. She groaned, dropping her head with a thump and after a few minutes, she began to moan as the tide of her orgasm rose, shimmering up her strong lean legs. A car passed, going slowly enough to notice them if the driver knew what to look for.
“Argh!” Rory cried, thrusting into Dorothy as he came inside of her pussy.
She caught the scent and cried out as well, her body bucked once and she pressed her ass back into him as his cock unloaded in her. She sealed them together as her body jerked and Rory lurched at her over and over again.
They stilled, panting together, wheezing and sucking for air. Rory’s shorts had drifted down his legs so when he pulled free of her gushing cunt, he had to shuffle back or fall on his ass. He gave her room to stand but she remained tipped over the table.
“Oh god, Rory, it has been too long since I have been bent over a table like this. Oh, that was glorious!” Dorothy stood and pulled her shorts up her legs. She turned around, took his face in both hands and kissed him carefully on the mouth.
Rory wanted to ask about her suggestion but left it for another day.
The next week, Wednesday, he started football practice. It went late, nearly till nine and it was still light. He staggered home. By the next Monday, they were in pads and the heat was worse. Tuesday they had a light day, because of the heat, sending everyone home to rest up with the promise of a hard day on Wednesday. It had been ten days since he had been to Dorothy’s house.
Tuesday night he showered and went to her house, the soreness in his body abating through repeated punishment. He knocked on her door. Dorothy opened it and he staggered inside, stiff and sore. She took him to the bed and spent the next hour rubbing the soreness out of his body, limbs and torso, hands and feet. He lay on the bed too relaxed to move. Dorothy turned him onto his back, crawled between his legs and sucked his limp cock into her mouth. For a while, Rory thought he would not respond but in moments, his cock roused and Dorothy took him fully into her mouth. She sucked him deeply and fully, bobbing her head on his cock with energy. When he came, she swallowed and he moaned his amazed approval.
They did not fuck till Saturday when he had another light day. He actually had some energy. The workouts were beginning to have an effect on him. He was eating like a horse. His mother laughed at him as he cleaned his plate and asked for more. Saturday evening he fucked Dorothy and Sunday he spent the day with her, taking her over and over again with a new found energy and stamina. When he left, she saw him to the door, a tired, wan smile on her glowing face. “I am getting a workout from you and benefitting from your energy.” She whispered.
The next week, he visited each night and she rubbed the soreness out of his muscles.
Chapter 10: Divided
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By the time school started, he had put on twenty pounds of muscle. He had taken to going to the weight room and working the weights between practices. One morning the week before school convened, he heard the sound of a siren and went out to see what the matter was. One of the cheerleaders had fallen and broke an arm and hit her head. She was knocked unconscious and the ambulance took her to the hospital. It was not till the first week of school that Rory grasped the significance of this event. A new girl who had just arrived in town won the competition for the open spot, a statuesque dirty blond.
Lisa Ashley stood by her locker when Rory emerged from his Calculus class. She did not look up at him. Lisa’s blond hair cascaded down her broad shoulders, covering her back. She was tall in heels and when she turned to face him, he could see she had breasts, breasts any man looking her direction would see first. She had soft brown eyes and when she looked up at him, he managed to meet her eyes rather than dip into the vastness of her cleavage. He was struck in that single moment. He strode up to her and extended a hand.
“Hi, my name is Rory. I want to take you out.”
For a moment, Ashley regarded him, a polite smile on her face. She finally shook his hand. “I am sure you do. Shouldn’t you let a girl settle in first?”
“Settling in is a lot more fun if you have someone to settle you in.” Rory grinned, holding her hand lightly in his but not shaking it. When she pulled gently, taking her hand back, he released it.
“My name is Lisa, Lisa Ashley. Are you going to look down my shirt?”
“Already have. I need a better look but from here I think you look perfect.” Rory shrugged. “I understand. You want to play the field and make the best of being the new girl. Well, remember me. Rory McQune.” He pointed, “There is the quarterback but be careful, he has three girls he goes out with...and stays in with. Good luck, Lisa Ashley. Hope you enjoy joining our school.” He walked away.
School was surreal for Rory. When he looked at the women in the school, he found himself imaging each of them nude, the look on their faces when orgasm flashed through their heaving bodies, the feel of his hands on their asses as he plunged into them. No one was immune, including the ladies in the cafeteria. Whenever he saw Lisa, however, she would glance at him, meet his eyes and smile. The first couple months of the year, she was squired around by various members of the football team. Then Kyle Kolter got hurt and Rory moved up to first string to play safety for the team.
The first game he started, he was waiting for the kickoff, excited about playing in front of everyone. He glanced repeatedly at Lisa but she was absorbed with leading the cheers and displaying her voluptuous body. Rory scanned the audience and as if she were surrounded by a brilliant aura, he found Dorothy Hannah sitting amidst the throng. He felt a lurch in his gut. He had not been to her house in several weeks. He glanced at Lisa and when he looked back at Dorothy, she was studying the cheerleading team.
The game started and the crush and smash of the game replaced thoughts of pussy. It ended like a fairy tale. His school was ahead by four points and the opposition had the ball; time was short. Rory was across the field when the opposite corner tripped and fell as the opponent’s man passed him. The pass dropped into the hands of the wide receiver and he was off. Rory had an angle and he chased the fellow down and forced him out of bounds as the clock ran out at about the four-yard line. The crowd went wild and for the first time in his life, he was a hero.
Somehow, riding the shoulders of the offensive linemen off the field—the win put them in the lead in the division and virtually insured they would go to the playoffs—riding the shoulders of his teammates off the field, Rory’s eyes found Dorothy, standing alone in the stands as the crowd flowed past her, flooding onto the field. She stood with her hands clasped, her face aglow with private pride. In that moment, Rory resolved to reconnect with her.
He showered and went to the after-game dance but the vision of Dorothy Hannah standing in the bleachers, glowing with private pride together with the sure knowledge that he could have her any time he wanted made him restless. As soon as he could gracefully escape the throng at the dance, he slipped out a side door leading to the parking lot. His mother had let him drive her car that night.
“Rory McQune?” The voice came out of a shadow.
Rory turned and found Lisa Ashley emerging from the gloom, the streetlights sparkled on her white sweater top, highlighting the vertical ridges of the woven fabric, catching little shards of glitter in the threads. The effect was ethereal. She bowed her head over her huge breasts, looking up at him through her curled blond hair. Rory stopped, feeling guilty he was so easily distracted from his appointed destination, despite the fact that he had told no one and promised no one he would take Dorothy. That had been his intention upon leaving the dance, to go have sex with Mrs. Hannah, to fuck her and here he was drooling over Lisa Ashley.
“Mr. McQune, you had a good night for your first time on varsity.” Lisa spoke the words slowly. She moved closer till she was right in front of him. She pressed her breasts against his chest. “A good night, so far.”
Rory swallowed. “Everybody gets lucky.” He said.
Lisa shook her head. “No. Only if you are fast do you make that play. You were, are fast.” She smiled and put a hand on his chest, pressing her palm into his pectoral muscle. “And you were first.”
Rory hesitated for just a moment. He then put a finger under her chin and tipped her face up towards his. “Tired of the mindless jock world, Lisa?” Her eyes roved over his body before focusing below his eyes, fixed, he thought, on his lips. It made them itch and he licked them. That drew her gaze to his eyes.
She nodded slowly, like she was in a dream. “Yes.” She whispered. “I am tired of them. Why did you leave me alone after I rejected you?”
“You did not reject me, Lisa Ashley, you deflected me. Are you ready to stop deflecting me?”
She did not respond. She did not move but let his finger hold her chin aloft. Then her lips parted.
Dossy’s words came back to him: “You can have a woman with a kiss, just a kiss, Rory, if you know how and when.” He leaned forward and touched his lips to her lips. The moment he did, he lowered his finger, releasing her chin and the door behind them opened and people emerged. He closed his eyes and pressed closer to her without increasing the pressure on her lips. Her body felt hot against his chest. He kissed her lips gently. Lisa pressed her body against him. Rory lifted a hand, car keys jingling in it, and laid it on her side, the ring around one finger so that keys tinkled as he ran his hand up and down her side, very slowly. He lifted his lips from hers and opened his eyes. Behind them the door opened again and the raucous racket of the dance twitched over them and then died when the door slammed closed.
Rory studied Lisa’s brown eyes. She studied his grey ones. Neither of them moved. Rory had an unadorned letter jacket in his other hand. He let it drop to his feet and slipped that hand around Lisa’s waist. He pulled her tightly against him and bent to kiss her. Her head moved back and he stopped his motion. For a moment they locked eyes again. He moved his free hand down to her ass and clutched her perfect cheek. Her eyes closed. The rattling hand moved to her breast and squeezed it, pressing against the substantial bra which shaped and formed it under the sweater. Her eyes closed and her lips parted. When he kissed her, Lisa groaned into his mouth, her lips opened and her tongue met his. Her hand remained on his chest but did not press at him merely resting against him, feeling him.
Rory kissed her with one hand on her breast and the other on her ass, pulling her against his thigh. Her legs parted and he felt the heat of her pussy press against him. Her ass twitched once as he pulled at her. She groaned and her hands came alive, moving up to clutch his head and neck, pulling at him as he kissed her. Rory’s cock grew inside his pants. He ground it against her and she returned the motion, pressing her crotch against his leg.
The kiss dissolved and he straightened. For a moment her eyes remained closed but then they opened.
“You came with Chester.” Rory said softly.
“Not hard, a, not hardly.” She sighed. She wagged her head, moving her hair out of her face, one hand stroked his cheek.
“You should leave with him.” Rory said softly. “Go on. There is always time, another time, another opportunity.” He released her.
He had picked up his coat and moved down a step or two down the stairs when the door flew open and Chester Sparks appeared. He played linebacker and had a nice mean streak. “What the fuck is going on here?”
Rory looked over at the guy. “I was just leaving, Chester,” he said mildly.
“What are you doing with my girl, McCue?” He sneered, a threat in his tone.
“Mr. Sparks, I am eighteen years old. I am a woman. You, you are still a boy. Rory is eighteen as well, that makes him a man. Ask me to dance, boy, and I will dance with you. Say anything else and I will let this man take me away from you, now, rather than later.” Lisa spoke calmly but her voice held a distinct edge.
For a moment Chester did not know what to say but finally he tore his eyes away from the luscious beauty. “Dance with me.” He said softly, diffidence dimpling his broad face.
“Ask, Chester.” Lisa whispered. “Use a full sentence like you are civilized.”
“Will you dance with me?” Chester said, staring at Lisa’s breasts, proudly filling her sweater.
She took his arm and they disappeared into the throbbing sound.
Rory stood on the steps, standing on one foot with the other on the next higher step, feeling the sensation of holding the girl, no, the woman in his arms, clasping her body. His erect cock raged at him for letting her escape. The drive home was confusing. He felt like he was going a million miles an hour but his body sang with the sensation of lust and desire. He took his duffle into the house and started the wash.
“Rory? Home already? The new hometown hero? I’ll do that wash for you.” His mother spoke to him as he stood leaning on the heaving washer, his cock pressed against it.
“Mom.” He said but stopped, unsure what to say. “Mom, I am going up to Mrs. Hannah’s. She was at the game. I want to, to, to thank her. I was flattered she would come watch me play.”
His mother said nothing but stepped out of the doorway to let him pass. She laid a hand on his shoulder, “Rory...” she began but her voice faded to nothing in the syllables of his name.
Rory looked at her but saw nothing in her eyes but pride. Her silence seemed to say “I have nothing more to tell you, son. I am so proud.”
“Rory, I am so proud of you!” She said finally, validating the feeling he got from the look on her face.
“Thanks, Mom.” He said and bent to kiss her cheek. The walk to the Hannah house in the cool darkness was like foreplay. The feel of his hand on Lisa’s breast intermixed with the recollection of being inside Mrs. Hannah. When she opened the door, he swept inside, thrusting her back into the house. His lips found hers and her hands pulled at his shoulders as the door cracked closed behind them. She was immediately passionate, meeting his insistence with a driving need of her own. When he picked her up, it was just by the waist, one hand around it which lifted her completely off her feet. Football had been good for him.
He carried her to the bedroom, kissing her the whole time. There he removed her clothing and took her with a rush of need and passion with the echoes of his desire for Lisa throbbing through his b
ody. After he entered her, he envisioned Lisa, naked and spread below him, taking him into her voluptuous body. He tried to imagine the look on her face as he entered her or the feel of her huge naked breasts on his chest. He pounded into Mrs. Hannah, his body raging at her with an engulfing passion she responded to with a passion of her own. Pinned to the bed while he stood on his hands and knees and plunged his cock into her, she bent up and kissed him, pulling at his shoulders but finding no bend in him. She reached up, stretching her naked torso beneath him to kiss his lips, pulling herself up as his cock pierced her over and over again. The moment her lips touched his, his orgasm erupted and he fed his cock into her one final time and filled her. The orgasm was so strong he went deaf and his body jerked over and over and over and over again as he grunted and spurted into her body.
When he came to himself next, he lay on his back and Mrs. Hannah was cleaning the sweat off his chest with a cool cloth. His crotch tingled with the chill, wet with her previous attention, clean of their boiling liquid passion. He lifted his head.
“Rory?” Dorothy spoke in the dark. “Are you okay? You seemed to faint?”
His mouth was dry. “I think I am dehydrated.” He said softly.
“I’ll get you some...”
Rory pulled her onto the bed, turning her onto her back and kissing her hard. “I’ll do it.” He padded naked through the house to the kitchen. He drank three glasses of water, and felt sick. He returned to the bed. “I told Mom I was coming to see you.” He said softly.
Dorothy did not respond immediately. “What did she...how did she respond?”
“She said she was proud of me though I think she was referring to football.” Rory said. He lay back on the bed, putting his hands behind his head. “She knows I am with you. Dorothy, I want to stay with you tonight.” He did not know why he said it but he wanted to wake with her from sleep in the morning. That seemed reason enough.
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