The Touchdown

by Bishop, K. M.

  Ro unzipped my pants and unfastened them. Then she reached inside and pulled me out through the fly hole of my boxer shorts. There I was in her hand, my thick, hard flesh standing at full attention for her pleasure. She moaned with a fun giggle as if I was even bigger than she thought.

  She cupped me in her hand, then gripped it, wrapping her fingers around the thick stalk. My length was impressive to her. I could see it in her eyes as they glazed over with a lust that was almost animal in nature. Her eyes glued right in on my part, as if possessed by something else, or something hidden deeply inside of her.

  Ro grabbed me a bit harder and started to work her hand up and down my length, stopping at the tip to massage the head, and then working her way back down to the base of the shaft. Occasionally, she would slip lower to gently touch the sack beneath, careful to massage my large globes carefully.

  But her main focus was on that shaft. Her face was close to it now, her eyes gleaming with want as she moved her hand on me. I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing, to get it steady, and trying to ease my dizzying head. I felt almost like I might pass out, but I couldn’t bear to do that and stop this amazing magic that was happening to me. To us. I wanted this to continue forever.

  “Oh, I love it,” Ro said. “You like this? Do you like the way I touch it?”

  “Yes, baby,” I said. “Keep going.”

  She started to use both hands now, stacking them on top of each other like she was gripping a bat, but adjusting her pressure as she massaged me, her fingers tightening and loosening her grip and applying just the slightest little twist to it as she went up and down.

  Then she put her mouth over the tip. I groaned out loud with a total annihilation of my senses. It felt like my entire body was going to give out and shut down due to a sensory overload of pure bliss. I was shaking from head to toe, which only served to move my appendage in and out of her waiting, receiving mouth.

  Ro pulled back and looked up at me with a smile. “Oh, does he like that?”

  “Oh, yes…”

  “Good…”

  She beat my member with her tight grip a few seconds more before covering the tip with her hot, warm mouth. Her tongue rested on the tiny opening at the tip, suckling in that little groove, and then lapping itself around the head and sucking it farther into her mouth. Oh, she was so good.

  I felt like I might come soon. I was holding out the best that I could, trying to survive until it was the right time for us to climax together, but I had a feeling I was going to lose that battle. Ro was too good at pleasing me.

  Her head was moving down farther now, until she had fully enveloped me. There she waited, paused at the end of the movement, before finally pulling herself back up to the tip and then repeating. She was moving so slowly. I kept wishing she would go faster because this was almost too much sensation to handle slower. But she insisted on teasing me to the maximum.

  Finally, she pulled me out of her mouth and looked up at me with a mischievous smile. “Now, it’s your turn.”

  Ro leaned back in the bed, pulled off the skirt she was wearing, and then removed her panties which she tossed to the floor. There she was, totally nude, waiting for me to make the next move. “I want you to eat me.”

  Her words echoed in my ears like the most perfect command I’d ever heard. She spread her sweet legs and revealed even more of the waiting, wet, beautiful entrance to her kingdom. It was so angelic to look at. I felt mesmerized by it for several seconds.

  She was as wet as could be, her juices glistening on the edges of her folds. I bent down and plunged my tongue into the sweetest peach I’d ever eaten. Her body was so juicy, so ripe… she was gushing hard now as she moaned louder and louder with pleasure. My tongue was working as hard as it could, licking up and down, back and forth, in and out of her—trying to keep her off guard from realizing where I was going and what I was going to do next. So far, it was working as I constantly surprised her.

  I moved my tongue’s focus to the nub, the magic button where all of her inner secrets were buried and when I did that Ro’s body shifted into another gear of pleasure. Her hips started to gyrate involuntarily and she was thrashing around with her head banging it hard on the pillow. “Right there! Oh… yes!”

  I continued to do as she instructed, for a little while at least. I didn’t want to overload her, not yet anyway. We had to save some fun for later. As far as I was concerned, we were just getting started.

  I inserted two of my massive, thick fingers deeply into her wet opening, letting the lips slide around the fingers as if ushering them into the arena for battle. Ro’s gasping “yes!” was enough to let me know that I was on the right track. I pressed mostly towards the bottom, to give her the best sensation of myself being inside of her, but as I pulled back, I gleamed against the underside of her with a sweet beckoning motion to slide my fingers against the delectable G spot. After several times of doing this, I could see that she was about to come.

  I decided that I wanted to see that. So I kept pushing my fingers in and out of her sweet center, letting the wetness guide me inside of her to the end and then pulling back out of her slowly, being very careful to pop that sweet spot inside of her.

  “I’m coming!” Ro yelled.

  I took this as my cue to bury my face on the top of her mound, and flick her clit with my tongue back and forth rapidly.

  “FUCK!” Ro exclaimed.

  Her body quivered hard around me, her legs clutching tightly around my head and forcing me deeper and deeper inside of her. The juices were gushing hard into my mouth. I kept strong with my face buried in the sweetness of her body and let it all happen. She was coming hard and fast. It was like the biggest rush I’d ever witnessed, to both be a part of, and to help produce.

  Her hips were bucking hard against my face, almost smashing my nose back in. I ignored the pain and let it happen. I wanted her to feel all of the pleasures that I had to offer. This was meant to be and I knew that by the end of this experience, she would know it as well.

  Her body began to stop quivering as the orgasm came to a slow release. I pulled back from her and grinned, her juices were fresh on my face and I looked up at her wearing them like a badge of honor. I felt almost privileged to be covered in her.

  But I could wait no longer to dip into that sweet, perfect honey that was dripping from that beautiful center of hers. I grabbed my shirt and wiped her off a bit, soaking up just a little bit of the wetness between her legs. Then I positioned myself and entered her slowly.

  I could feel her tight body stretching around me inch by inch as I made my way into her. Then I was fully engulfed by her, my hard, girth buried inside the sweet nectar of her passion. I held it there a moment and leaned down to kiss her, allowing her to taste herself still fresh on my lips. She moaned softly and I held her close to me in a warm embrace as I began to thrust my hips forward and plunge myself in and out of her warm sex.

  She reached out and grabbed my hands, clasping our fingers together. She squeezed my hands tightly as I continued to move in and out of her tightening organ. The lips were trembling up and down my shaft as I entered her and then caressing me on the way out. She was so tight, but her lubrication paved the way for my stalk to penetrate her with the greatest of ease. Our bodies were made perfectly for each other.

  I whispered in her ear as her body started to tremble with an overload on her senses, escalating her to a temporary insanity of bliss. “It’s ok, baby. I’m here. Just let it out. Whatever you need to feel, it’s ok. This is our time.”

  I kissed her again and she embraced me tightly. I could see the love in her eyes as she held me closer and closer to her. I was almost there. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I released everything I had to give inside of her. And I hoped she would feel as loved by it as I felt by her.

  Yes, it was love. It had to be. There was no way this was just two horny people having fun. No, I’d been to that rode many times before. This was all new. This was lust on
a plane of existence I wasn’t previously aware of.

  “I’m going to come,” I whispered.

  “Do it. Fill me up… I… want… it all…” she moaned.

  I bucked my hips in large, urgent thrusts which penetrated her to the very brink.

  And then I felt it. The surge of release rising up through me. The pressure… oh…it was going to be…

  “AAAAGGH!” I groaned as I let it all go deeply inside of her.

  Ro wrapped her legs around me tightly and began to move her hips back and forth rapidly as if trying to milk every ounce of my juice out of my body.

  I plunged once more into her and held it there, fighting my body’s inclination to flee from this pleasure inducing meltdown. I shook deep within my being and waited while Ro squeezed me dry with her continuous rocking motion.

  Then it was done. Our lust was satiated for the time being.

  But then something else was not right. I was in my bed, in the dark, but I was alone. My sheets were soaked with a mixture of sweat and nocturnal emissions. I had come in my sleep. I have always slept nude and it went everywhere around me.

  And Ro was not there. This was a figment of my imagination. This was not real. Why? Why couldn’t this be real for me? I held my head in my hands and tried to fight back the despair that encroached upon me. I felt almost empty for a moment.

  But then I slowly began to fill with wonder and yearning. Was this for sure to come to me soon? Was I going to be with this amazing woman, and experience this almost tortuous display of passion? It was torture to wait and it was torture to over stimulate the senses, but I wanted both. I craved the anticipation and I craved the lustful exchange of my body with hers.

  Soon. I knew I would have this celestial love in my arms. I had to.

  Chapter Six

  Ro

  I ran as hard as I could. I was going to be so late. Damn. Why had I slept so late?

  Because of him. It was all because of Bobby. That man had entered my head and no matter what I did I could not get him out. I had stayed up way too late thinking about him, and I had overslept. I believe I may have dreamt about him, but I couldn’t remember much about the dream. It didn’t seem to make any sense.

  But I had somehow slept through my alarm and I was now going to be super late to cheer practice if I did not hustle. It usually took me about twenty minutes to get there; I had less than eight. But I was a fast runner, always have been. My legs are long and naturally muscular. I had run some track in junior high and high school. I was usually one of the top runners on the team. It had been fun for a while, but I found that running for fun just wasn’t any…fun after a while. No. I was a cheerleader. And I was a damn good one. I would not show a lack of respect to the team or a lack of discipline by showing up late to practice. That was not what a leader did.

  My heart leapt as I saw the field house looming in front of me. Yes. I had made it. I wasn’t sure how, but I must have run faster than I was even used to.

  I hurried into the locker room, found my locker and began to get dressed. Dawn was walking past with a smug smirk on her stupid face. “Ah, you running behind? That’s too bad.”

  I saw her glance down at my large breasts as I was standing there in only my bra and panties reaching for my uniform. She was so jealous of me. She had a very flat chest. I stuck my chest out a little bit more right then on purpose just to remind her of what she didn’t have. She stuck her nose up in the air and grunted as she walked past. I didn’t say a word to the bitch. She had always been so envious of me and everything about me. I was the person she wanted to be and it killed her. She’d made it obvious on several accounts. She wouldn’t work any harder to make herself better; no, that would have been too easy. She was much more content to just run other people down. That made things easier for her.

  “You ok?” Allison asked coming from behind me.

  “Yeah, I just overslept.”

  “Oh, that’s right; you don’t have class in the morning on Mondays. I would have woke you up before I left, but you know Mondays are my slammed days.”

  I laughed. “No worries. You are fine.”

  “Well, hurry up. I’ll see you out there.”

  “I’m coming,” I smiled. Allison glared over at Dawn who was talking to a few friends. Then she turned and made a gagging motion towards her throat with her finger. I laughed. Allison was always making me laugh.

  My eyes caught Dawn’s just then. She was glaring at me. I shrugged with a smile. I never knew it was possible for me to actually hate someone, but…yeah. I thought I might have actually hated Dawn. She was so fake and phony. Everything about her set me on edge.

  When I got out to practice, the coach was already having us do some stretching drills. I fell right into it. I was already pretty loosened up from sprinting across campus to get here, but I went along with the stretches anyway. It was better to stretch warm muscles to the cold ones.

  Soon, we were done with warmups and entering into a few routines. The coach appointed Dawn to lead us today. Now I was very glad I wasn’t late. Dawn would have made a huge issue out of it. But something told me that she was going to give me the business today. I wasn’t sure why I felt this way, but it was there.

  We went through one of our basic cheers. I thought everything went pretty smoothly, but Dawn of course wasn’t satisfied. She seemed to think that pointing out how wrong everything was (when it was just fine) made her look like more of an authority than it actually did. It really just made her look like a jackass.

  “That was totally wrong!” Dawn screamed. “You are all so out of sync. This looks like a bunch of junior high kids who are just learning how to cheer. Let’s try it again. Stay on point.”

  I looked over at our coach who was silent, but shaking her head. Yep, she knew Dawn was wacked out of her mind. That was good. Dawn was only hurting herself.

  We launched back into the routine. I paid extra attention to the form making sure each movement was confident and strong, almost like a martial artist doing their forms. I’d once dated a guy in high school who did karate. He always told me to make each movement look balanced and strong, with purpose and conviction.

  “Ro! What are you doing?” Dawn yelled at me. She marched over and stood in front of me, her face very close to mine. I could smell food on her breath. It smelled nasty.

  “What?” I shrugged.

  “Your movements are stiff and awkward. You need to loosen it up.”

  I smiled. “No. I don’t. Everything about what we just did was fine.”

  “What did you say? Are you forgetting that I’m in charge today?”

  I glanced at the others who all looked scared. Some of them were intimidated by Dawn’s bully tactics. I had gotten past dealing with bullies as a kid. They were all cowards who loved to use fear to dominate people, but when it came down to it they were scared to death. If you actually pushed them or showed them you were willing to go farther than they were and in a quicker fashion they would back down quickly.

  “No, and I also didn’t forget that you are on some twisted power trip. Do you really think anyone is going to have you lead this squad?”

  Dawn looked at me like I’d slapped her. She glanced over at the coach who was surprisingly standing there very relaxed with a grin on her face.

  “Go run a lap!” Dawn yelled.

  I laughed. “You don’t have the authority to make me run a lap. Get out of my face. Now.”

  Dawn glared at me. She lowered her voice and moved in closer. “I’m warning you bitch. You had better shape up and not make me look bad, or you will be sorry.”

  “Threatening a member of the squad,” I said loudly so that everyone could hear this. “Yeah, that’s a good quality to have in a leader.”

  Dawn clenched her fists and walked back over to her place in front of the group. “Alright! Next routine.”

  We waited for our cue and then started into the second routine. I could hardly get through it, I was laughing so hard. Dawn kept
glaring at me. It was hysterical the way I was getting under her skin. She was full of it and everyone there knew it. There was no way they would ever respect her enough to let her be the leader.

  In the middle of the routine my eyes caught Allison, who looked over at me and made a stupid face mocking Dawn. I couldn’t keep it together any longer; I lost it and broke out laughing, which caused a few of the other girls to do the same thing.

  “Stop!” Dawn yelled. “What is the problem?”

  We all stopped the routine and tried to get ourselves together, but Allison had cracked several of us up completely.

  Dawn yelled again. “What is with the laughing?”

  April, one of Dawn’s best friends, approached her and whispered in her ear pointing over at me. I wasn’t sure what she was telling her, but I didn’t care. Dawn could believe what she wanted.

  “You think it’s funny? You think this is a joke?” Dawn yelled, getting in my face again.

  “Dawn, back away,” our coach demanded.

  Dawn ignored her.

  “No, I think you are a joke,” I said. I knew I shouldn’t have insulted her that way in front of everyone and our coach, but when someone gets in my face aggressively and yells, it brings out the fighter in me and I get so pissed. Dawn had pushed too many of my buttons that day.

  Dawn screamed and tackled me to the ground. I kind of expected it, so I rolled with the movement and let it carry me over until I was on top of her. She tried to slap and punch me from the bottom, but I blocked her blows with my hand. I did not want to fight this idiot. Getting kicked off the cheer squad, or worse yet—out of school—was the last thing in the world I needed.

  “Cut it out!” Coach yelled at Dawn. But she was enraged. She wasn’t listening. She still tried to push me off her, slapping at me, trying to pull my hair. She wanted to rip me limb from limb. It was almost funny how bad she was at fighting.