The Play-Offs (Part 2)

‘Fuck… Fuck, that feels so good!

Darren lies flat on the bench, his chest panting as I run my tongue up his cock while I suck it.

He lifts his head and meets my eyes. I glance at him with a devlisih little hum at the head of his cock, that sends his back arching.

‘Oh God, you know I’m really sensitive there!’

I release him from my mouth and pump his cock in my hand.

‘That’s exactly why I love doing it. I can stop, you know…’

‘No, no no no please don’t stop! It feels so good…’

I look around the locker room. Mark is behind me, hands prowling all over me as he kisses my neck. Jason is jerking his cock while he watches. Jake is underneath me and Mark, my pussy in his mouth.

They’re all so good… Jason’s the captain, so he’s good at hyping everyone up. He tells me how good I am with my mouth, that Darren can hang on just a little bit longer when he really wants to come. Mark’s kisses are gentle, his touch almost reverent. He definitely strikes me as the romantic in the sheets type. I’m really looking forward to having sex with him.

Jake loves going down on a woman. So when he started kissing me, sheepishly whispering in my ear, begging to lick my pussy, how could I possibly say no? He’s good with his tongue, concentrating on my clit. My inner thighs shake around his cheeks, my hips rocking against his tongue. The more Jake brings me to the edge, the less I am able to concentrate on sucking Darren’s cock. But he’s not complaining. As Mark and Jason’s hands slide and squeeze over my body, Darren pumps his cock in his hand as my chest pants, my face contorts with pleasure.

‘Oh God!’

Jason moans against my neck.

‘I think someone’s close…’ he murmurs to Mark.

‘Mmmm, she is. Come for us, sweetie. Don’t hold back…’

‘Yeah, don’t…’ Darren sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. ‘It’s so hot watching you…’

Jake’s hands snake around my thighs, pulling me down harder against his face. Against his skilful tongue. Fuck…Fuck…

My moans grate in my throat, rocking against Jake’s lips. I pant. I writhe. I scream, Darren now watching as I hold his cock in my hand, unable to stroke it as I’m overcome. Imparting from between my legs, waves overwhelm my body, washing through me in tingles and sensuous cries, blood pulsing in my ears.

‘Oooh fuck!’ Jason groans.

‘You’re doing so well, baby…’ Mark whispers in my ear with a kiss on my lobe.

‘Look at her come!’ Darren cups my face in his hands and places a fervent kiss on my lips. ‘She’s so cute…So sweetheart, which one of us do you want to fuck first?’

I look around at the eager men, eyes half-closed in a post-orgasmic haze. Jake is gently kissing my clit as I come down from my high. Jason has knelt down with Mark and stroking a hand over my hair.

‘Well…’ I breathe. ‘Since I teased you first, Darren… would you like to go first? Is everyone ok with that?’

‘Fine by me,’ Jason says. ‘We’ll just sit back and enjoy the view, won’t we?’

Mark nods, kissing me on the shoulder before getting to his feet. Jake slides from under my legs while Darren, taking my hand, helps me up and guides me to straddle him. I take Jake’s hand and he comes down to kiss me. He moans against my lips and I taste my arousal on his tongue, stroking my hand over his cock, covered by his boxers. It’s rock hard.

‘Thank you…’ I whisper against his lips. He smiles.

‘Until later…’

Straddled over Darren’s broad hips, he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me down to kiss him. Ever the prepared man, the familiar foil packet of a condom is nestled snug in his hand resting against my ass. The packet’s jagged ridges press into my skin.

‘Do you want to put it on or shall I?’ he asks. With a teasing grin, I take the packet from between his fingers and tear it open. Safety first, of course, and plus, I like making it a part of the whole experience. It’s easy and doesn’t have to interrupt anything. Delicately, I pinch the top of the condom and settle it on the head of his cock, before carefully rolling the thin latex down to his base. Grabbing a bottle of lube from under the bench, he squirts a generous dollop and massages it on to his cock, shivering for a moment.

‘Is that cold?’ I giggle.

He grins, heaving a breathless laugh. I look around and Jason, Mark and Jake are seated around us, each watching with an eager hand around their cock.

‘Yeah. Now, come on.’ He grabs my hips. ‘All aboard.’

I chuckle, heat rising in my cheeks at his easy-going grin. He settles his cock right at my entrance. All I have to do is slide down onto it.

‘Are you ready, sweetness?’ he asks. I nod.

‘Yeah…’

Bracing my hands on his chest, I slowly sink down onto him. His face relaxes, eyes closing and his mouth hanging open as he settles his hands on my hips.

‘Ohhh fuck…’

To be continued…

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