Tackled by the Team

by Sierra Sparks

  “Yes,” I tell her, as I hold tightly onto her hips. “Are you ready?”

  “Looks like it,” she says, nodding to how she’s tied up.

  My sweet, funny Sarah. I’m about to take her anal virginity and I love everything about her.

  I put my head at the entrance of her ass hole just like I did her pussy not too long ago. As I ease my way in, she cries out and tries to move away from me.

  “Not so fast,” I tell her, spanking her ass cheek. “You need to do what your professor and your fiancé instruct you to do.”

  “Yes, Professor Masters,” she says, relaxing again.

  “Now hold still and let me have my way with your tight little asshole,” I say, as I push myself further into her.

  She does, but she’s panting a bit. I grab hold of her nipples and twist them.

  “Calm down,” I tell her, “and this won’t hurt as much.”

  She relaxes some and leans back into me, as I push myself all the way in. It feels so good to be filling this hole just like I usually fill her pussy.

  “Oh, my God,” she says, leaning back as much as she can onto my chest, before I pinch her nipple.

  “Stay up there where I tied you,” I tell her, looking down at my big cock as it moves into and out of her ass.

  “Yes, Professor,” she answers.

  “That’s a good girl. That’s my naughty, dirty fiancée.”

  I reach around to the front of her and play with her clit as I thrust in and out of her ass hole. She begins dripping all over me, clearly enjoying what I’m doing to her.

  “That feels so good,” she says. “I’m so glad you bought my anal virginity.”

  “I’m so glad I met you,” I tell her, as my cock becomes completely engorged. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you too.”

  Just then I shoot my cum inside her ass hole as I continue to play with her pussy. She thrashes around with her hands tied up and says, “I’m coming, Adam, I’m coming.”

  “I’m coming too,” I tell her, and when I finish I pull my cock out of her ass and look at the delicious cream pie I’ve left inside her. It drips out onto the bench.

  I push myself up against her ass and whisper into her ear, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You sold me your body, but you stole my heart.”

  She hangs her head down and pants, completely and utterly exhausted.

  “I’m so glad I did too,” she says. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

  As I stand up and begin to untie her, she can’t help but get one more joke in.

  “It’ll cost you a pretty penny though.”

  I look down at my pretty green-eyed, funny fiancée, and laugh the laugh she says she loves so much.

  “You’re worth every cent.”

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  Chapter 1 – Brynn

  "Oh geez. I think this skirt is too short."

  I cringe as I look at myself in the mirror, and then at my best friend Riley Bradford.

  It’s Halloween night, and I’m second guessing everything. Including this obnoxious cheerleader costume. And the way my ass is hanging out of it.

  Sure, it sends the message I’m looking for: Come and get me. I haven’t gotten laid in a long time, and tonight’s the perfect night for it.

  "Don't be silly, Brynn," Riley says. "It's Halloween. It's the one time of year when there's no such thing as a skirt that's too short. In fact, Halloween is the excuse that young hot women everywhere use to flaunt their goods without feeling slutty."

  "Yeah, but that category doesn’t even apply to me anymore. I'm getting old. And frumpy."

  "No, you're not. You look just as hot as you did when we'd go to Halloween parties in law school."

  "I’ve gained like twenty pounds since then."

  "So? You were hot then but you're even hotter now. Curvaceous is the new skinny."

  I roll my eyes. But I love how dear Riley brings a positive spin to everything.

  "Remember that one time I went as a ghost?” I ask her. “What the hell was I thinking?"

  "I think you were thinking of saving time and money," Riley replies. "You were busy preparing for that big trial coming up in moot court— not to mention studying for midterms— and the easiest and quickest kind of costume was to throw a sheet over your head after cutting some circles out of it for eyes."

  "That's true," I agree.

  Good old practical and reassuring Riley.

  "But I totally ruined my chance to flaunt my goods when I was younger and looked a lot better."

  I can't help but reminisce about the past, when I would get laid on the regular. I wish I could be that carefree and fun now, because I haven't gotten any in ages.

  On that note, I peek my head into the living room to make sure my son Caleb is okay. He is, so I go back to looking at myself in the mirror.

  Being a mom is the best thing that ever happened to me, even though I wasn't so sure it would be, back when I was first pregnant with Caleb. I didn't even know back then that I'd be a single mom.

  I was just scared and unsure— with good reason— of going through a pregnancy with Caleb's dad Steve. My worst fear was that he would bail on us. Which is exactly what happened. But still, I wouldn't trade Caleb for the world.

  Ever since then, though, dating and sex have been last on my list of priorities, and I could certainly stand to be fucked good and hard.

  Steve was the last person I’d been with in that way. After that he’d taken off, leaving Caleb and me in the dust. So, he must not have thought the sex was worth sticking around any more than we were. I can’t say the sex was worth it myself, although it did produce Caleb, and for that I’m grateful.

  "You look great!" Riley is still insisting. "That skirt totally shows off your hourglass figure."

  "Awww, thanks Riley."

  I can't help but smile at her even though I still feel that the costume is a tad too inappropriate for someone— a mother, no less— my age.

  "You always have a way of making me feel better."

  "Good,” she responds, her pretty lighting up in a smile. “Because just seeing you makes me feel better."

  "I know! It's been way too long. We haven’t seen each other since your wedding."

  "And whose fault is that?" Riley laughs, teasingly. "Ms. Big City, Big Firm lawyer."

  "I know, I know. I'm way too busy with work. And with Caleb, too."

  I look over to the living room again, where Caleb is playing with Riley's son, Drew. To more accurately state the situation, Caleb is not playing with Drew. I've told him three times to share his truck but he just shakes his head and screams "NO!"

  Meanwhile, Drew has been glaring at Caleb in between coloring— or, should I say scribbling?— in his Sesame Street coloring book. He's too young to have gotten the actual act of coloring down yet, but he's sure trying.

  Even though the boys are staying in tonight— Trick or Treating having already happened earlier this week— they both wanted to wear their costumes. So, Caleb is dressed as a monkey and Drew is Buzz Lightyear from Toy Story.

  "Speaking of Caleb," I say to Riley, "I'm sorry he's not better at sharing. I don't think that Drew likes him very much because of that."

  "He'll warm up to him," Riley says with a shrug. "They're both toddlers and therefore haven't even learned what sharing means."

  I smile at her. She's not only a good friend but a good mother too. She knows when to let things slide. She's a breath of fresh air to be around compared to my moms' group friends who freak out if their kids eat anything but organic gluten-free crackers off expensive non-plastic, non-toxic plates.

  "Well, I'm glad you're in town and I'm really glad you invited us to this party
," Riley says.

  "Of course, Love," I tell her, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

  As my lips meet the powdered makeup she’s wearing there, I’m reminded that I haven't even put any on.

  "I think I left my makeup in your living room," I tell her. "What kind of makeup do cheerleaders wear, anyway?"

  "Lots of it!" Riley says. "But at least you don't have to worry about making yourself look like a loofah."

  Riley is wearing a short blue frilly dress reminiscent of a flamenco dancer. She can still pull it off because she has the perfect body even after having had Drew.

  "I'm glad you're wearing something pretty provocative too," I tell her. "Even though I feel so slutty in this short skirt."

  "Isn't that the whole point?" Riley asks. "As I keep trying to tell you, a cheerleading outfit is the perfect costume for a single girl to wear on Halloween. I, being a married woman, tied down to my old ball and chain, am forced to wear this embarrassing get-up. Because apparently ‘couple outfits’ are obligatory for married people on Halloween. Or at least, that's what Jensen seems to think."

  I laugh.

  "I can't believe Jensen has a thing for couple costumes," I tell her. "Never would I have guessed that. He’s in a motorcycle club, for goodness sake."

  "That's my Jensen," Riley says. "Always full of surprises. Which sometimes include ridiculous costume ideas I'm forced to go along with."

  "I happen to think you look cute."

  "Yeah, but you look friggin' sexy," Riley says.

  She shoots a glance over to our kids as she says "friggin.” And the word “sexy.” Luckily, they are in their own little world, having better things to do than listen to our conversation.

  Once Riley reassures herself that no little ears are listening in, she really gives me her honest opinion.

  "Your cleavage is amazing, your cute butt is on partial display, and you get to wear makeup that makes you look even prettier, rather than scarier like a lot of those Halloween costumes out there. And maybe you'll get lucky tonight. There's not a guy around who wouldn't want to bang a hot cheerleader like you."

  "Oh, I can’t do that tonight. I need to come back and get Caleb," I protest, even though I'd love to get laid.

  "Don't be silly. He's fine here. Why waste a perfectly good hotel room and a free pass to get down and dirty with a random fling while you don't have to worry about your child's well-being for one night of the year?"

  I quickly laugh it off, but I have to admit that the idea does intrigue me. One night of passion with a random stranger is just what I need before heading home to New York City. All that awaits me there are long hours as an associate at a stressful law firm, not to mention my life of single motherhood without any companionship or sex.

  Riley's right. Halloween is for single people to slut it up and have fun. And that's exactly what I want to do. I just hope I find the right guy to do it with.

  The idea is kind of scary, but that's what Halloween is about too. I need to face my fears and leap before I look.

  Hopefully someone at this party will catch me when I do. Maybe he'll be dressed as a knight in shining armor. And perhaps he'll play the part of rescuing me from drudgery and spicing up my life, if only for one night.

  What could be so scary about that? I ask myself. What's the worst that could happen?

  I have a feeling I’m about to find out.

  Chapter 2 – Brynn

  "Oh wow, look at the time," I say to Riley.

  I feel like quickly changing the subject because I don't want Caleb to start listening in and overhear this conversation, even though he's too young to understand most of it. I have to admit, though, that another reason I’m anxious to stop the conversation is because I'm embarrassed at how much I'd love to get laid and I don’t want Riley to know.

  I never thought there would be things I don't even want to tell Riley. But our lives have become so different since back in law school that I don't think she'd be able to understand.

  I head out to the living room where I'd left my stuff.

  "I need to put my makeup on," I tell Riley. "You're going to have to help me apply this stuff because I rarely ever wear it. And you've always known more about how to..."

  I trail off as I see the news footage on Riley's living room TV.

  "What the...?"

  "Brynn? What's wrong?" Riley calls out from the bathroom.

  "Oh my God, Riley. Come look at this."

  She joins me in the living room and we watch in horror as clowns chase people down the street, wielding canes and clubs like weapons.

  "Wow," she says. "I'd heard about these clowns but I thought it was more, like, practical joke type stuff."

  "What exactly have you heard?" I ask her.

  "That it's something that started with a rogue group of clowns doing stupid shit but it soon spiraled a bit out of control and now there have been creepy clown sightings and clowns involved in crimes across the nation."

  "Many people thought these initial clown pranks were harmless," says the newscaster on TV, seeming to pick up right where Riley had left off. "But now we're coming to find that these clowns are no laughing matter. They're to be taken very seriously. If you see a clown tonight, don't assume it's just a normal Halloween costume. Instead, be very cautious because the clowns are getting more dangerous."

  "This has to be some kind of Halloween joke, right?" I ask Riley, mainly looking for reassurance.

  I take another peek at Caleb, who is happily playing with Drew's toys while still refusing to share his truck.

  "Or it's like, this station's attempt to get better ratings with their scare tactics masquerading as media coverage?"

  "I don't know," Riley says, shaking her head. "But I hope you're right."

  "In fact," the reporter continues, "the clowns have even started engaging in more serious criminal behavior that has hurt local residents."

  The screen flashes to a woman sitting on a curb with her head in her hands. Her makeup is running down her face as she cries into the camera.

  "I was just standing here minding my own business when a clown ran up and grabbed my ass!" she says. "And then he grabbed my purse."

  "Is this some kind of Halloween practical joke?" Riley muses out loud. "Are they going to have some parody rapper come out and start singing, 'Hide your asses, hide your purses?'"

  "Riley!" I say, sternly, hoping that our boys didn't hear her say the word "ass." But I can't help laughing just a little bit.

  Riley's been my best friend since we met on our first day of law school orientation, and part of the reason for that is because she cracks me up with her off the wall sense of humor.

  "I'm serious," she protests. "I mean, I don't even know what constitutes real news and what is just parody anymore."

  She shakes her head before continuing.

  "So, there are really clowns that have turned into muggers? Is it all connected? At some point is the media going to tell us April Fools came almost six months early this year and everyone has been playing a big practical joke on us?”

  "I really thought the clown was just a teenage kid looking for some mischief on Halloween," the woman being interviewed on TV continues. "But he ran off with my purse and then when I tried to go after him, another group of clowns came from seemingly out of nowhere and pushed me down. I've never felt so humiliated or helpless in my life."

  "Well, I don't know what's going on, but I feel really bad for this lady," I tell Riley. “She sounds sincerely traumatized.”

  "Yeah, me too."

  She looks serious now. A slight frown crinkles her beautiful features.

  "I shouldn't make light of the situation," she says. "I guess this is actually real news, and real people are being hurt. I just don't know what the world is coming to anymore."

  The news camera pans back to the reporter.

  "Local police are instructing residents not to dress like clowns tonight, even though it's Halloween," he says.

  The absu
rdity of this statement would normally provoke a laugh out of Riley and me but right now we're dead silent.

  "If you spot any clowns, you're instructed to call 911 immediately. Have a safe and happy Halloween. And now this breaking news concludes and it's back to your regularly scheduled programming. The movie in progress is Nightmare on Elm Street."

  "Wow."

  I stare at the momentarily black screen, until Freddy Kruger's face pops up at me.

  "Ahhh," Riley exclaims, prompting both boys to look up at us.

  "Mama," Caleb cries.

  His little face erupts in a scared cry.

  "It's okay, Baby," I say, rushing over to pick him up.

  I pat his back and he lays his head down on my shoulder. Even though he's nearly three years old, he still looks, acts and feels like he's my little baby sometimes.

  "I'm sorry this was even on," Riley says, going over to turn off the TV. "It certainly wasn't appropriate viewing material for toddlers! And I try not to let Drew watch any TV at all. They say it isn't good for the brain development of children. But Jensen must have left it on before he went to the store, and I didn't even notice until now."

  "It's fine," I tell her. "The boys were too busy squabbling over their toys or focusing on playing with them to notice. And we were too busy talking. Just as I'm sure Jensen was too busy running out of the house to pay attention to the TV being on."

  As if on cue, we hear the sound of motorcycle engines being cut off.

  "That's Jensen now," Riley says.

  "Mo-to-cycle!" Caleb exclaims, pointing towards the front door.

  "That's right," I tell him. "Good talking! You're Mommy's big boy."

  "Vroom vroom!" Drew says, pretending to be riding a motorcycle.

  "Very good, Drew!" I say to him too. “Good talking.”

  He isn't talking all that much yet so I just humor him with my praise.

  "Mama. Down!"

  Caleb squirms in my arms and then hops to the floor as soon as I bend over to let him down.

  He runs to the front door with Drew right at his heels. Suddenly they're best buddies, united in their quest to see with their own eyes the vehicles responsible for the boisterous noises their ears love to hear.