by Tammy Goaren
I’m no dumbie and I knew what those sounds meant. I hoped that she hadn’t brought a boy home. After her questions this morning though I couldn’t be sure. Maybe some boy had been telling her he loved her, and she decided to give him her precious virginity.
I stopped at her door and peaked in between the crack. What I saw made me become instantly hard. She was lying naked on the bed, one hand was pinching her nipples while the other was stroking her slick pussy.
Oh she shaves down there, I thought as I licked my lips. I could see the glisten of her juices that had spilled out as she played with herself.
I had to fight hard to not stroke myself right there. But I just held my breathing in and watched her continue. When she cried out my name as she orgasmed though, I thought I would faint.
I moved away from the door and went to my bedroom. There was no holding back this orgasm that I knew would have to come out. My mind pictured her young body as she masturbated, and my sperm soon shot out of my dick.
Tom, you’re a sick bastard, I thought to myself. She’s like your daughter. But the other part of my mind reminded me that I was simply the man her mother had married, and left her with all those years ago. There was no real blood relationship. The fact that she had grown into such a beautiful and sexy woman hadn’t escaped my eyes.
I had to come into my room on more than one occasion after seeing some of her outfits. Especially the cute little two piece swim suit she had bought this past summer. The first time I had seen her in it, my erection had been so hard, and I had to dive into the cool water to stop it.
For months I had looked at her in another way, not as a step-daughter, but a sexy woman. After watching her in her room I felt dirty, but also turned on.
CHAPTER THREE
Today was the day we were going to celebrate my birthday and Tom had promised we would have a simple dinner and maybe a movie. I had decided that I would rather rent a movie and watch it at home. I picked out one of those romantic comedies and hoped that they had some sort of sex scene in it.
We had enjoyed dinner at one of my favorite places and were now on the way back to our house.
“I want to get into something more comfortable.” I said after we got inside.
I ran upstairs and picked out the perfect little nightgown. It hid very little on my body, but was just the right touch. As I walked back into the family room, Tom stopped and looked at me.
He looked like he was going to say something, so I cut him off. “I’ll make some popcorn for the movie.” I said and walked out of the room. I heard him release a huge rush of air from his lungs as I left, shaking my ass on the way out.
As I was in the kitchen I heard him go up the stairs and come back down. I wondered what he had done up there. Maybe he had to jack off, I laughed to myself. But I hoped he would save his sperm for me.
I had decided that Tom was the perfect man, the one to take my virginity. The one who would love me and show me what that special connection was like.
Carrying the bowl of popcorn into the family room I saw that Tom had changed into a pair of his running shorts and a t-shirt. I liked how his running shorts seemed to hug his body.
Coming over I sat by him and put the bowl in his lap. I made sure that my hand was placed under the bowl and it accidentally rubbed his crotch as I put the bowl down. He moved slightly at my touch, but didn’t jump off and run off.
He turned on the movie, “You couldn’t pick an action movie could you?” He complained.
“No it’s my birthday my choice. You’ll like this movie I heard it’s cute.” I stated.
“Yep just what I want to watch a cute movie.” He laughed.
I leaned against him as I watched the show and ate popcorn. I had angled my body just right so he could see down my top.
My breasts hung free, their 38C flesh swinging in the air, my nipples hard as I thought of him so close to me. I looked up at him and noticed that he was looking down my top at my breasts.
I smiled and put a hand on his leg. I acted like I was really into the movie and not paying attention to where my hand was moving. I went for the popcorn and missed the bowl. Instead my hand brushed over his hardness that was stretching his shorts tight.
My pussy instantly got wetter as I felt how big he was, and that he was obviously excited by my outfit. I wanted nothing more than to masturbate, or to have him touch me at that moment.
I decided to push this and see how much he would let me get away with. I placed my hand high on his thigh and let it sit there. I slowly made circles on his leg and accidentally brushed on his hard-on again.
This time I could hear him suck in his breath. But he didn’t pull away from me, so I continued. I moved my hand up and placed it right at the tip of his dick. I moved my hand up and down on his shorts, stroking him through the cloth.
“Sally, oh that feels wonderful.” I heard him whisper.
“Can you show me what making love is like?” I asked, skipping straight to the goal I had in mind.
He turned towards me and lowered his head, capturing my lips with his. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I moaned as I accepted it fully. I felt his fingers brush over my nipples and release my breasts from my top.
“They are beautiful.” He stated as he cupped on of my breasts in his hands and stroked the nipple. His fingers were rough and they felt delicious on my nipples. I moaned deeply as he lowered his mouth and sucked on one of my nipples.
I cried out as he bit the nipple just a bit too hard, but the pain was quickly replaced by pleasure. His other hand had gone down and pushed my panties aside. As he inserted a finger into my opening I thought I would climax on the spot.
“We need to go to the bed. I want to explore you all over.” He lifted me up and carried me up the stairs.
Before he placed me on the bed he kissed me again deeply. Running his tongue over my lips and plunging it into my mouth. I moaned again as he placed me on the bed. He undressed me and then took off his own clothes.
As his cock sprung forth I noticed that it was not only long, but thick. I couldn’t tell you how many inches he was, but I could tell you that the sight of him had my mouth watering.
He kissed my ankles and worked his way up to my thigh, stopping at the apex of my body. He took a deep breath in and sighed, “You smell wonderful.”
He assaulted my pussy with his mouth so quickly all I could do was scream out a moan. It came from deep in my throat and I felt the muscles in my body tighten as a climax washed over me. His tongue worked its way around my lips and on my clit, teasing me and sending me over the edge again and again.
When I didn’t think it could get any better he moved up and placed his cock by my opening. He pushed into me with a slow gentle stroke.
I felt a second of pain that was replaced by a growing pleasure. There was a heat in my body that kept building making me feel like I was on fire. I moved with him, trying to match his strokes.
“Sally you are such a beautiful woman. I’m so glad that I got to be your first.” He kissed me gently on the lips as he thrust into me.
His moans were soon matching mine as we both reached a mutual climax. I hollered out and raked my fingers along his back as my body shuddered at the release.
“Oh Tom, I love you.” I whispered. It was true I had loved him for so many years. It felt like my climax went on forever and my body continued to shake as he stayed inside of me.
“I love you too Sally.” He kissed me and rolled to the side of the bed.
I moved in and placed my head on his chest. I ran my fingers through his chest hair and then down lower. I was fascinated by his cock. It wasn’t completely limp, so I played with it and decided to try my hand at giving him a blow job.
My mouth moved over his slick stalk and I tasted our mingled juices as I sucked on him. He moaned as I pleased him with my mouth. I wanted to taste him like he had tasted me.
I moved my hand up and down with my mouth as he began to pump his pelvis up into my
face. With each stroke down of my mouth he would come up.
It was hard taking all of him into my mouth. But as I relaxed and got into it more, I was able to take his full length into my mouth. I wanted to taste him so I kept moving going up and down as quickly as I could. I would run my tongue over the tip of his cock on every other stroke and I could hear his breathing become more labored.
“Honey, I’m going to cum.” He put his hand on my head and I felt the first squirt of his sperm spill into my mouth. It was salty but had a hint of sweetness as well. I lapped it all up and even cleaned up the leftover sperm that had fallen onto his stomach.
He pulled me up and kissed me. “That’s what making love is sweetie.”
“I liked it a lot. I think I want to do it more often.” I smiled at him and lay my head on his chest once more.
STORY THIRTY-ONE
Chapter 1
Being a sports reporter isn’t where I expected my journalism degree to take me, but here I am, scaling yet another wall to sneak into yet another dressing room to try and get some candid shots of yet another set of jerseys getting ready for “the big game.” That or, of course, an interview with some half-known talent or other. Football season couldn’t end soon enough, though the end of the season would always come back to follow up on different injuries, digging down to find out which players would sign on with other teams in the upcoming season, and of course, the centuries worth of scandals that only professional athletes could waste so much time and money on.
I adjust my camera to climb the wall more cautiously. I had picked the only stretch of wall that doesn’t have a security camera on a slower practice day, and I had waited long enough that most of the less popular players would have filed out already. The sky overhead is already showing some stars in the clear autumn sky, and my breath makes a thin fog in front of me. I might have waited too long. The realization has me gritting my teeth, and I swing my leg over the wall. Damn the consequences, I need to get this shot. It could be anything at this point, as long as no one else has it already. I give a momentary prayer to whoever might be paying attention to not drop down onto someone’s head before I swing my other leg over and ease myself down. My tennis shoes may not be the most professional thing, but they make these high risk stealth jobs at least a little bit easier. At least I hope so. It’s late enough that the halls are mostly deserted as I creep towards the showers. I feel for all the world like a high schooler trying to peep on the cute boys. I have to remind myself that I am a professional. I shake off the feeling and keep moving forwards.
I make it as far as the door to the locker room before I hear the words, the ones every reporter gets used to hearing: “You’re not supposed to be in here.”
I look behind me, and there he is. Dre Murray: first string running back, six-foot four, and shirtless. I do my best to keep my eyes on his face and not his pecs or abs. I try not to think that he could effortlessly lift me above his head.
I clear my throat and offer him a handshake. “Murray right? My name is Trisha Porter, and I’m with the Gazette. Care for an interview?” The camera dangling from my neck feels so suspect. “Perhaps a photo?”
“How about you wait here for a minute while I go and get security?” the man said, crossing his arms. My extended hand fell back to my side. Civility might be out of the question.
“I’d really rather you didn’t,” I say in a small voice. “I’m just here to get a story. I’m not looking for any trouble.”
I let my quavering voice trail off and suddenly I can hear footsteps coming from around the corner. My face couldn’t get any redder. Dre must hear it too, but he doesn’t seem to be about to let me off easy.
“Please, one story. I’m desperate,” I whisper, stepping closer to the man. Even in the dim lighting, his eyes are a piercing green that I wouldn’t have expected. My neck heats up, and only some of it is due to panic. “I’ll print anything you want, just please don’t get me thrown out.”
There’s no more time to negotiate. The footsteps turn out to be two more of the offensive starters. They’re definitely names that I recognize: Marcus Peterson and Andrew Bryant, wide receiver and tight end respectively. All three of them tower above me, and I can only stare wide-eyed up at them.
“What’s this, Dre?” Marcus asks, his voice a booming thing that sets off my nerves all over again. Maybe it’s because of their fame, or maybe it’s their looks. All I know is that I’ll never be completely comfortable around famous people.
“Hi, I’m—”
“She’s a reporter,” Dre interrupts me. “She’s willing to do anything to get an exclusive.”
The other two laugh between themselves before turning their attention back to me. Their gazes are filled with plenty of things. The disgust, well, that comes from being a reporter. But there were other things at play too. Interest and curiosity only covered the beginning of it. There was definite arousal there. They all had something in mind, and I only had a few moments to decide how to make it work to my advantage.
“If you can give me an exclusive, I’m sure that there are things I can do for you. I don’t really have enough money to pay all of you, but I think there’s something else I could offer for your…cooperation.”
“The showers are empty,” Andrew said, not missing a beat. The lean elegance of athleticism, so present in Dre’s physique, was completely absent from Andrew’s form. He was built so thick, a wall of muscle. I felt the hairs on my neck stand up as I pictured how that wall would feel, pressed up against mine.
“There’s still a few hours before lock up,” Marcus adds. His dark brown hand reaches back to rub at his waxed scalp. I imagine that hand on my breast, my waist, getting tangled in my hair. The thoughts come as a surprise, but at the same time seem so natural, so easy to fit into my desires.
There it is. All the drive that pushes me forward in my career, all the resentment and long nights, none of that factors in here. I want to get the story, want to do a good job, but there’s another want buried deep down. Surrounded by these athletes every day, always chasing after these Olympians, it never occurred to me that there could be so much pent up heat in me.
Dre reaches past me, pushing open the door to the locker room. His other hand ushers me inside. My thoughts shrivel to nothing as the other men file in behind us. As I am steered towards the showers, I allow myself one brief moment to wonder if I’m really about to go through with this, if this is really happening. Of course it is. It isn’t what I’m here for, but there’s no way I could walk away from it now.
“How do you want this to work?” I ask once we get to the showers. “I mean, who wants to go first?” The question brings a new surge of heat and color to my face, but Dre speaks up next.
“All of us,” he says. My hearing seems to short out, and I tilt my head to the side. “You’re going to fuck all of us. At the same time.”
“The same…time…” My mouth drops open as I try to comprehend. The logistics alone are baffling.
Dre seems to have taken the lead of the group, and he gestures towards a bench. I sit, feeling incredibly on display for the others. Apparently that’s what they have in mind as well as they stand waiting, almost expectantly. I can’t meet any of their gazes. I feel the flush of my cheeks spread lower, to my neck, my chest, descending even more.
“Why don’t you give us a little show?” Dre suggests, slipping off his belt. “Give us a taste of what comes next.”
I hear my breathing kick up a notch as much as I feel it. There isn’t any other noise in the shower. There’s a distant, echoing drip, the cold direction of Dre’s voice, and my own breathing. I kick off my shoes and strip off my socks, feeling oddly self-conscious about my attire. I had dressed for infiltration. I mean, if the tennis shoes are any indication, none of my garments can be considered “sexy.” My slacks are old and worn at the knees, professional but nothing I would miss should they snag on a bit of fence. I slipped them down my legs before I could give them another though
t. My top is passable at best, but it finds the floor just as easily.
‘At least my underwear isn’t embarrassing,’ I think as my fingers trail up my back to unclasp my bra.
“Leave it,” Marcus says before I have it unhooked.
My hands drop down and I obey. I swallow a nervous giggle. I can’t be coy, can’t pretend that there’s anywhere else I’d rather be. I make eye contact with all three men in turn before slipping my panties down to the floor and spreading my legs wide. My index finger goes straight to my clit, brushing over it. A shuddering sigh escapes me as I discover the wetness already spilling out of me. My other hand clutches the bench, steadying me as I stroke myself. On display like this, I can’t ignore how much I like it. Having these men stare, dumbfounded, and focusing on my every move. A wave of goosebumps rush over my body, and I shiver. My breathing is so loud in my own head, I can only imagine how it must sound echoing across the deserted showers.
Chapter 2
The men are ready for more. I can tell. They’re stripping down, waiting for the right moment to join in. Dre is ready first, his hard cock sticking out of his pants. He steps closer, and I don’t stop. I don’t need him to tell me what to do next. I take my hand from the bench and grab him, continuing to touch myself as I lean forward and take him into my mouth. His hands find the back of my head, keeping my auburn hair out of my face as I lick over him. There isn’t enough spit in my mouth, I’m breathing too heavily. I borrow some of the juices from my pussy, gripping him with both hands as I work up more saliva.
Glancing over to the others, I see them circle around, getting a better angle to watch me. Marcus’s pants have already fallen to the floor, and he’s stroking himself slowly. I make eye contact with him as I take Dre’s cock all the way into my mouth, holding him for a moment in the back of my throat, tasting the flavor of my pussy on him. Spit is no longer an issue, trailing from the end of his dick as I pull back. Andrew comes up next to Dre, and I stop touching myself. I have a dick in each hand, moving my mouth to lick up and down Andrew’s shaft while pumping Dre’s cock. Dre still has a hand wrapped in my hair, and he steers my every action. He picks a pace and I take Andrew deep in my mouth, sucking him, turning my head to drag him against the soft flesh of my cheek. He moans and gives me a light slap in the face. Startled, I stop moving, and he thrusts into my mouth.