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The Penalty
by Bulging Briefs (bulging_briefs_ca@yahoo.com)

***

A high school hockey player gets ejected for a cheap 
shot, but when his fantasy girl helps him serve his 
time, his day starts looking up. (MF-teens, oral)

***

"Fuck man, would ya look at those tits!"

Steve was always stating the obvious but, of course, he 
was quite right. Cheryl Sullivan's breasts were 
absolutely magnificent.

"Shit," he groaned. "What I'd give to suck on those 
nipples."

We'd stopped by the field on the way to the hockey 
rink, ostensibly to take in the cheerleader's regular 
practice. But we'd really only wanted to watch Cheryl 
Sullivan's perfectly pert 36C boobs move under her 
tight gold cheerleader top.

"What I'd give to feel my dick slide between those 
babies," I responded.

"Yeah, well dream on you wankers." Ricky slid into the 
stands behind us, dropping his heavy equipment bag 
noisily on the ground. "Cheryl Sullivan's only 
interested in blowin' quarterbacks, not a couple of 
assholes like you." Ricky was always saying supportive 
things like that.

"Well fuck you, Richards," I retorted. 

"Time to get to practice, boys." Steve hauled himself 
out of the bleachers, picked up his bulging duffel and 
started toward the rink. Ricky was quick to follow, but 
I lingered a second longer, long enough to catch 
Cheryl's eye momentarily as she stood giggling with her 
friends.

---

The rink was, as usual, cold, damp and drafty. Unlike 
the football team, no cheerleaders or groupies or even 
moderately cute females awaited us Friday night when we 
showed up for our game against our arch cross-town 
rivals, the Harrison High Vikings. Sitting in the 
dressing room before the game my only concern was how 
to make my point to the Vikings defenceman and top goon 
Tony Martin. I wasn't interested in my friends' words 
of reason.

"Forget it, Scottie," Ricky offered. I hate it when he 
calls me that. "He's not worth two minutes in the box".

"Shit, man," I replied. "I still have the bruises after 
that asshole crosschecked me last week. That ref musta 
been blind not give him even two minutes."

Anyway, the game was pretty uneventful, and we were 
down by a goal early in the third period, but I was 
still fuming over Martin's antics from the last time we 
met. Maybe because the coaches were trying to keep 
things cool, we'd only been on the ice together a 
couple times so far this game.

I was just about to go over the boards for my shift 
when Steve leaned over to me. "Check it out... behind 
the glass over by their net."

I looked over where Stevie was pointing and was 
startled to see Cheryl Sullivan, bundled up like a 
little snowman, standing at the end of the rink, 
watching the play intently. She was dressed in a short 
white down filled jacket with a pink wool scarf and 
matching toque. But the coat did little to hide her 
magnificent chest, at least from my imagination, and 
her long golden hair still spilled over her shoulders.

An elbow in my ribs was enough to wake me from my 
reverie, and arrest the uncomfortable swelling in my 
cup, and I hopped over the boards and onto the ice. 
And, to my amazement, found myself face to face with 
Tony Martin. 

Martin gave me a saucy wink and raised the middle 
finger on his gloved right hand ever so slightly. 
"Jesus Christ," I thought. "Your time is coming, you 
dickhead." 

And my moment was at hand. A minute later I saw Martin 
skating listlessly away from the play, just outside his 
own blueline, and I saw my chance. Skating up swiftly 
behind him, I moved to hip check the big defenceman 
heavily into the boards. But the bastard was quicker 
than he looked, neatly sidestepping my check and 
causing me to stumble embarrassingly on my blades.

Seeing red now, I swung around to see Martin's grinning 
mug and I lost it. Without thinking I dropped my right 
glove and slammed my fist into his chin. Martin dropped 
to the ice like a stone.

The next few moments moved in slow motion. I stood 
waiting to hear the cheers of the crowd and praise for 
my victory. Or to see his teammates moving toward me 
for revenge, only to be met by the steely resolve of my 
mates. It took a second or two for it to sink in that 
instead the rink was deadly silent. And that Martin was 
lying on the ice, unmoving. Then the Harrison trainer 
was running onto the ice to tend to the unconscious 
boy. I felt the referee's hand on my arm as he moved 
me, not toward the penalty box, but toward the gate. A 
game misconduct! I was out of the game.

---

Dejected I sat alone in the team dressing room. A few 
moments before I'd heard the crowd applauding, which 
told me Martin must have made his way from the ice more 
or less under his own power. The fact that the guy 
wasn't dead or seriously hurt made me feel only 
slightly better. That Cheryl Sullivan had seen me act 
like an ape made me want to crawl into a hole.

Better get out of here before the game ends, I figured. 
I slowly peeled off my stinky, sweat soaked gear, 
dropping it carelessly to the floor as I made my way to 
the shower. I spent a few minutes under the tepid 
water, listening as the spray hammered against the 
pitted cement floor. I turned off the tap and grabbed a 
towel. Then as I stepped from the shower room I thought 
I heard a faint voice call my name.

"What the fuck," I muttered as I padded nude back into 
the dressing room. 

Then I stopped short as I realised Cheryl Sullivan was 
standing just inside the dressing room door. I was so 
dumbfounded it took me a few seconds to register who it 
was in the puffy white parka staring at me wide eyed. 
It took me another few seconds to realize I was 
standing stark naked, water dripping onto the floor, 
the towel hanging loosely in my hand.

"Holy shit," I muttered as I uselessly tried to cover 
myself with the threadbare cotton rag, which was hardly 
big enough to even go around my 28 inch waist. And all 
the while Cheryl just stood there staring.

"I'm sorry," I stammered pointlessly, as though it was 
me who had invaded her space. That seemed to rouse her 
and she gave me a timid grin.

"No, I'm sorry," she said softly. "I didn't mean to 
barge in. I just came to say I was sorry you got kicked 
out. You were playing real well." 

Then her grin got wider. "Besides, you're pretty cute 
with nothing on."

"Ummm... well... thanks." My face felt flushed, red as 
a beet.

"That towel doesn't cover much," she said, her gaze 
drifting downward. I looked down and to my dismay 
noticed my dick was hard as a rock.

"Oh geez, I..." I started to apologize. Then thinking 
the hell with it I grinned back. "He's not used to 
seeing anyone as pretty as you in here." Lame I know, 
but I was winging it.

"Oh I think he's very pretty." And with that Cheryl 
Sullivan moved toward me and silently wrapped her tiny 
warm hand around my straining erection.

"Uhhhhhhh," I added helpfully, as my eyes closed in 
ecstasy. The towel dropped forgotten from my hand.

"I've died and gone to heaven," I thought as Cheryl 
lightly stroked my rock-hard dick a few times. Then I 
heard her little giggle as she reluctantly released me 
from her grasp. "Noooooooooo," I screamed silently in 
my mind. I reluctantly opened my eyes to see her 
grinning at me impishly.

"You sure know how to get a guy's attention," I said 
weakly. She stared at me appraisingly and for a brief 
moment I thought she was going to abandon me, leave me 
with an aching, dripping prick while she ran to tell 
her friends about how she cock-teased poor pathetic 
Scott Murphy.

What she did next surprised me. Stepping close to me 
she raised her arms, wrapped them around my neck, and 
pulled my face close to hers. Then tilting her head up 
she touched our lips together for a tender, slow kiss.

We lingered like that for a few seconds before things 
became more urgent. Putting my hands on her shoulders I 
pulled her closer and felt my throbbing penis press 
against her belly. My kiss became more frantic, 
pressing my lips hard against hers, then slipping the 
tip of my tongue into her mouth. 

I gave a brief thought to what I would do if she pulled 
away, but I didn't have to worry. Her tongue snaked 
into my mouth and began to wrestle with mine. Her hands 
left my back as she fumbled to drop her coat to the 
floor. Then her arms were around me again. She pressed 
herself into me, and my rod jammed into her bare 
midriff.

I was prepared to give her some half-baked argument 
about the fairness of her being fully clothed while I 
stood there completely bare-assed but she voiced no 
objection as my fingers started pulling at her top. 
Pulling her lips away from mine only briefly, she 
raised her arms so I could pull the tiny T over her 
head. I tossed it absently to the corner as I stared at 
her magnificent tits, barely contained in a satiny hot 
pink bra.

My view was cut agonizingly short as she pulled me 
close again, this time moving her lips to my left ear. 
Her tongue started probing around and into my ear, her 
teeth nibbling at my lobe. My knees turned to rubber. 
For me my ear is a super erogenous zone, and a tongue 
in there drives me wild. "Oh my god, oh my god..." I 
muttered over and over as she licked and probed and 
suckled my ear lobe. 

At this point Cheryl's hands were all over my back, and 
getting lower. Mine were busy too, but mostly they were 
frantically trying to solve the mystery of the hook on 
her bra strap. I must have done something right because 
the clasp magically parted and her bra hung loose, held 
up only by the pressure of her tight firm breasts 
against my chest. She pulled back only slightly, and 
the bra disappeared. Now I could feel her hard nipples 
digging into me. 

But only for a moment. At this point I decided to take 
more of a lead and dropped to my knees. Cheryl's 
magnificent round breasts were staring me in the face, 
and I worshipped them. No lie: never in all the 
internet porn I've viewed on sweaty and horny nights 
alone, and certainly never among the few girls I'd 
managed to uncover, had I seen boobs so perfect, so 
shapely, so firm and so delicious. Like a kid in a 
candy store I couldn't decide. Then I popped her right 
nipple in my mouth.

To be completely fair I took my right hand and applied 
it to her left breast, teasing the nipple with my 
finger. My tongue swirled around the right nip, 
occasionally pressing it and tweaking it... mostly just 
teasing and circling. And she moaned. And mewed. And 
muttered sweet little obscenities that made me hornier 
still. I was vaguely aware of the crowd cheering over 
our heads, but Cheryl Sullivan's voice was music to my 
ears and drowned out all other sound.

My remaining free hand was busy too, trying desperately 
to free the snap on her tight faded jeans. Finally it 
came free, and I quickly pulled down her zipper. The 
low cut jeans were so tight, peeling them off was a job 
for two hands. But Cheryl is no dummy and before I 
could remove the other hand from her tit, she reached 
down to help me get her pants off.

Not wanting to waste any time I made sure her panties 
came off with the jeans. As her pants pooled around her 
ankles, Cheryl kicked off her sneakers and stepped out 
of her clothes. I looked down quickly to see her 
standing naked, but for her white ankle socks.

Obviously she liked what I was doing to her breasts 
because she quickly pressed her nipple back to my lips. 
I only briefly bemoaned the disappearance from view of 
her taut flat belly and neatly trimmed bush. I moved my 
lips to her left breast, cupping the other with my 
hand. I pinched and teased the nipple, wet with saliva 
from my earlier oral attentions.

Now my free hand was on her sweet butt, kneading her 
tight cheeks. Occasionally a finger would trace a light 
line down her crack, probing her asshole. But she was 
too close for me to have easy access to her slit, and I 
reluctantly left her breasts to move my face a little 
lower.

Her moans became louder as I gripped her hips in my 
hand and lightly kissed her puss for the first time. My 
tongue flicked out and started to stroke the outside of 
her labia. I carefully avoided probing inside her and 
concentrated on tracing my tongue lightly over and 
around her vaginal lips. I felt her press her cunt hard 
into my mouth and her moans got louder.

"Oh Scott, oh Scott..." she repeated as I drew my 
tongue hard up and down her sweet pussy. But still I 
avoided entering her or touching her clit. I can tease 
too, I figured.

Of course I had no intention of holding out for long. 
After a few minutes of play I let my tongue probe 
gently inside her. And she shuddered. Man, I could feel 
it. And she groaned. I probed deeper, then let my 
tongue move upwards until it was at her clit. I had no 
problem finding it: a firm little nub, only slightly 
hidden in the folds of flesh at the top of her pussy. I 
swirled my tongue around it, then flicked it hard with 
my tongue.

And she came. I've never seen a girl cum so fast 
before. With my first hard tweak of her clit I felt her 
knees weaken, I heard her cry out, I felt my tongue 
getting wet with her juices. And they were sweet 
juices. I'd had a few girls before and a number since. 
But I've never tasted anyone as sweet as Cheryl 
Sullivan. While we were together I always called it her 
honey pot - "I need some honey" was always my code when 
I needed to eat her - and it was always as tasty and 
sweet as that.

I could have kept licking her sex forever, but she had 
other ideas. She pulled me up from my knees, then 
squatted herself in front of me. She didn't have to 
tell me she was planning to return the favour. The look 
in her eyes as she stared up at me, along with a big 
shit-eating grin, told me all I needed to know. The 
image of Cheryl Sullivan squatting before me, eyes 
looked on mine, spectacular breasts pointing at me, her 
legs and pussy spread wide, her girlish socked feet 
planted right by mine, is imprinted in my mind to this 
day.

Then her lips were on me. Her tongue encircled the 
angry red head of my cock. Her mouth took me in. 
Deeper, then deeper still, I watched transfixed as my 
throbbing erection disappeared inside her tiny sucking 
mouth. I groaned. 

She pulled back and then her right hand was on me, 
gripping my cock firmly as her lips and tongue 
continued to work on me. She started to stroke the base 
of my member while her lips sucked the top of the shaft 
in and out of her beautiful mouth.

Then her free hand left my ass and started playing with 
my balls. Now I've never been altogether satisfied with 
my penis - it's a firmly average 6.5 inches and not 
very thick - but I'm rather proud of my nuts: big, low 
hanging...I've always thought they help compensate for 
my everyday dick.

The feel of her awesome lips on my shaft, the pressure 
of her one hand milking me, the feel of her fingers 
teasing my balls....I suddenly realised with a bit of 
shame that I wasn't going to last long. In between my 
moans and gasps I tried to bleat out a warning. She 
either didn't hear or didn't care.

"I'm... I'm... oh my god I'm gonna... I'm gonna... 
CUM!" I managed as I passed to point of no return.

I felt my load churn its way out of my balls and surge 
through my shaft. Cheryl didn't release me for one 
second. I felt shot after shot of hot creamy cum blast 
her mouth and throat. It had been days since I last 
jerked off - I always hold off before a big game - and 
I knew there'd be a lot. Cheryl just kept on sucking.

"O fuck, o fuck, o fuck!" I kept repeating the same 
thing over and over as my balls emptied into Cheryl 
Sullivan's mouth. After what seemed like an eternity 
the flow slowed to a trickle and I dared to open my 
eyes. Cheryl's big grey eyes were staring at me, and 
the most adorable smile was on her lips. 

"What a load! I'm sorry I couldn't swallow it all," she 
said finally, and somewhat needlessly because I could 
see the evidence. A stream of white cum had leaked out 
one side of her mouth and was trickling down her chin. 
A second line of cum had poured out of one nostril. She 
looked so nasty and so beautiful I was all set to kiss 
her deeply, notwithstanding the fact my semen coated 
her lips. But she grabbed my damp towel from the floor 
and wiped her face.

"Oh my god, Cheryl. That was fucking amazing. But I'm 
sorry I came so fast."

"Don't say that, silly." She was looking at my crotch. 
I looked too and was amazed to see my erection had 
barely receded at all.

Without another word Cheryl gently took my hand and 
pulled me downward. As I kneeled down she put her hand 
against my chest and pushed. I took her cue and lay 
back on the cold concrete floor. Cheryl tucked her 
discarded parka under my head then flung one leg over 
me so she was straddling my sweating, naked body. She 
slowly but deliberately lowered herself onto my 
straining erection.

I watched unbelieving as I my dripping cock disappeared 
inside Cheryl's tight, hot passage. "My god, you're a 
big boy," she gasped as she felt me enter her. As I 
told you, I've never thought of myself as very big but 
there was no question about how completely I was 
filling her. Her cunt gripped me firmly, like it would 
never let me go.

And again she came. 

I have been with women who almost never climaxed 
vaginally. Cheryl had no such problem. She could cum at 
the drop of a hat. If she was excited enough she would 
cum virtually the moment she was penetrated. And she 
was excited that day, cumming on my dick as soon as it 
was planted as deeply as it could go. Her squeals 
filled the air, and I could actually feel her cunt 
juice flooding my cock and balls.

I knew, having just shot off in her perfect little 
mouth, that I could muster up a bit more stamina this 
time. But I started to worry because she was doing all 
the work. At this pace I was afraid I was going to come 
again in no time. Cheryl was riding me like a race 
horse, raising herself up so that only the head of my 
penis was inside her, then dropping herself down so 
that my cock completely disappeared.

I was enjoying this immensely, and my cock had never 
felt so good. But I began to feel guilty that she was 
doing all the work. So I started moving with her, 
bucking into her as deep as I could when she was 
grinding herself on my dick.

Then she changed her angle a bit, leaning forward and 
grabbing my arms with her hands. Now she was driving 
back into me, not just up and down, and I would meet 
her thrusts by bucking my hips forward.

I could tell by the tempo of her moans that she was 
approaching orgasm again. "Cum with me," she gasped. 

"I'm not ready yet," I said, "but do it for me. I love 
to see you cum."

Without another word she did. "Oh shit," she gasped as 
she shuddered to another orgasm. I watched enraptured 
as her eyes rolled back, her long blonde hair flew 
about her and her gorgeous breasts tightened as she 
climaxed on my hard cock. She stopped moving, but I 
didn't, continuing to thrust my penis slowly inside 
her.

"Oh my god," she said, once she'd calmed down. "That 
was the best orgasm ever."

"You are so beautiful when you cum," I said. It was 
true, but in all honesty she was beautiful all the 
time.

By now I was tired of her doing most of the work so I 
asked her to turn over. Without any protest she did and 
I arranged her coat under her so her back was not 
against the cold floor. As for the rest of her I wasn't 
too concerned because I knew what I had in mind. 

I sank down on my knees between her spread legs, 
wrapped my hands around her ankles and pulled up. Soon 
her legs were draped over my shoulders, her ass was in 
the air, and her beautiful slit was open before me. I 
grabbed my throbbing prick in my right hand and moved 
until its red dripping helmet was positioned at her 
front door. 

With one long slow thrust I pushed my penis deep inside 
her.

"Ohhhhhhhh," she gasped as I bottomed out.

"Ohhhhhhhh," I replied, as her scalding hot cunt 
gripped me and held on.

I started to move, slowly at first, pulling back so 
that my cock was completely exposed, then driving it 
deep inside. Before long I was moving faster, 
desperately pounding her pussy, feeling my balls slap 
her sweet ass. "I love feeling your balls," she 
stammered. "That's so horny."

As I slammed into her I could feel the head of my cock 
hit some hard tissue. I didn't know much about female 
anatomy but imagined I was hitting her cervix. "Oh my 
god," she cried. "I think you found my g-spot."

And with that her body tensed and she started to gasp. 
"Oh god, oh god, oh god." With a massive shudder she 
came. And came and came. For what seemed like minutes 
she continued to cry out in pain and pleasure.

"Holy shit," I thought. "Is this a multiple orgasm?" 
She said later it was more like one long never-ending 
orgasm, that just kept coming in waves. 

I'm greedy and didn't want to be left out. I could feel 
my second climax building so I picked up the pace, 
pounding her cunt relentlessly, driving as deep as I 
could go. In a moment it was there, my semen surging 
out of my balls, through my shaft, and deep into 
Cheryl's cunt. I held myself as deep as I could, my ass 
tight, my muscles straining as if though sheer force of 
will I could deliver even more potent seed.

I moaned uncontrollably, calling her name, praising 
God, cursing. Bam, bam, bam. I could feel shot after 
shot of white hot cum blasting into her. She said later 
she could feel it too, like a cannon.

After what seemed like an eternity we rested, just 
holding each other, listening to our breathing come 
back to normal, gazing deep into each others' eyes.

It was then I remembered where we were, just as the 
dressing room door flew open and 14 tired, sweaty 
hockey players started to pour into the room.

"Oh, shit," Cheryl and I said together as we tried to 
cover up. But it was a bit late for that. 

At first there was silence, and why not? It must have 
been a bizarre scene, me lying naked with Cheryl 
Sullivan in a heap of clothes in the middle of the cold 
hard dressing room floor.

I think Ricky's voice was the first one I heard. "I 
should get thrown outta the game more often." Leave it 
to him to know the right thing to say.

Evidently the rest of them decided ignoring us was the 
best approach so with a few groans and mumbles they 
made their way to the bench. I knew they were all 
looking but only Ricky and Steven made it a point to 
come over and stare. I had an arm of Cheryl's now 
filthy white coat draped over my sweaty, cummy crotch, 
while she was having a harder time, since she was 
mostly lying on top of the coat. She had the old towel 
draped over her tits and her hand and her pink wooly 
scarf barely covered her groin.

Ricky spoke again. "Be a damn shame if coach found out 
about this." 

I'd been considering myself lucky that coach rarely 
came into the dressing room after a game, at least 
until we were all showered and dressed. "What the fuck 
do you mean," I retorted. "Who the hell's gonna tell 
him?" I panned the room with my best glare, as if 
daring anyone to disagree with me. It would have been 
more effective, I admit, had I not been lying naked in 
the middle of the floor, tangled up with the very 
lovely, very blonde and very red Cheryl Sullivan.

"Nobody's gonna tell shit...as long as we get our 
share."

"Yah right, Richards," I responded uncertainly. "Dream 
on."

Cheryl spoke up for the first time with a more succinct 
"Fuck off, Richards."

Ricky ignored us both. "That's no way to treat your 
buddies, Murphy," he went on. "After all we had to pick 
up your slack when you went on vacation and pulled that 
game out of the dumpster for you."

"We won?" I forgot my compromising position for a 
moment.

"Yah...5-4...no thanks to you." Steven spoke for the 
first time.

"So now I figure we're owed our rewards." And, without 
waiting for any acknowledgment, Ricky began taking off 
his sweater and hockey pants.

Looking back on it, it was pretty funny. Here's Ricky 
Richards, all 6'1" of him still wearing his elbow pads, 
skates and knee socks. But his sweater, pants, boxers 
and jock strap were gone, and his 8" dick was pointed 
straight at Cheryl's face.

I didn't know whether to come to Cheryl's defence, 
knock the half-naked Richards on his ass, or walk away. 
But Cheryl made the decision for me. She opened her 
mouth and the head of Ricky's hard stinking prick 
slipped inside.

Cheryl told me later she knew I was the one in deep 
shit if anyone told and, since she loves to suck cock 
anyway, she thought "What the fuck, bring it on."

And bring it Ricky did. He let out the most amazing 
moan, like the weight of the world had been lifted from 
his shoulders. One inch, two inches...soon all but two 
or three of Ricky's massive cockshaft had disappeared 
inside Cheryl's heavenly mouth. I couldn't believe what 
I was seeing, nor could Steven, who was muttering "holy 
shit" over and over again behind me. The rest of the 
room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Well I knew from experience what was coming. Cheryl 
gripped Ricky's ass with one hand, and his sweaty balls 
with the other as she sucked him like a vacuum cleaner. 
I could tell Ricky's moans were getting more excited 
and I figured he wouldn't last long. But then I looked 
up and 6'5", 220 pound Bob Levesque, our designated 
goon, was standing there stark naked, fresh from the 
shower and hard as a rock. He thrust his cock, which 
looked about the same size as mine, toward Cheryl's 
sucking mouth.

To my amazement she took it. Leaving Ricky's dripping 
prick in her hand, she gobbled up Bob's like it was the 
last food on earth and she was a starving woman. This 
time she wrapped her lips around his shaft and Bob 
started sawing in an out like he was fucking his 
girlfriend's pussy. 

There was no question this was very sexy shit and once 
again I realized my cock had swollen to its full size. 
Evidently Cheryl also noticed because she suddenly let 
go of her grip on Bob and Ricky's members and climbed 
on top of me, her back to me. If that wasn't surprise 
enough, I was amazed when I realised she wasn't lining 
me up with her pussy but with her very tight and very 
round ass.

My eyes rolled back in my head as she slowly skewered 
her asshole with my throbbing cock. I'd never felt 
anything like this before in my life. My one attempt at 
anal sex with my ex-girlfriend had been quickly aborted 
when she claimed I was killing her. Judging by her 
moans, Cheryl was enjoying being filled so completely.

Once he saw she was in place, Bob quickly resumed his 
position with his cock in Cheryl's pretty face. And she 
grabbed it and started tonguing it pretty 
enthusiastically. But, if I do say so myself, she did 
seem a bit more, um, distracted this time.

I didn't have much time to contemplate this, however, 
as I felt something new and wonderful pressing against 
my cock. It took me a moment to realise what was 
happening. Ricky, tired of being left out, had moved to 
drive his dick into Cheryl's empty vagina.

"Holy fuck," I thought. Here was this beautiful angel 
of a woman, who I thought just a few hours before was 
completely unattainable, fucking her ass on my cock 
while one of my best friends is in her puss and another 
guy is doing her mouth. This is fuckin' awesome!

Cheryl seemed to think it was pretty amazing too and 
was really getting into it. In fact I could hear her 
breathing speeding up and her moans getting more 
frantic. I knew she was going to climax soon.

I was underneath and pretty well pinned, but I was 
getting lots of stimulation feeling Ricky drive himself 
in and out of her cunt. I'm sure he was feeling the 
same even though he was one of those quiet cummers. All 
the times I'd jerked with him over porn and he never 
made a sound. Me, I can't keep my mouth shut. Anyway, 
when I heard him grunt and felt him hold himself deep 
in Cheryl's puss, I knew he was emptying his balls into 
her. Then I once again felt Cheryl's body tense and her 
breathing quicken as she too reached a climax. 

That was more than enough for me. As soon as I felt 
Ricky withdraw I started sawing in and out of the 
girl's tight butt. My orgasm was building quickly. I 
was sure my third load of semen would be filling her 
bowels any second. Then, to my surprise, I felt more 
pressure on my cock. I looked up to see Steven, his 
eyes shut tight, his muscles taut. He'd obviously just 
entered Cheryl's heavenly gate. 

Now I'd known Steven since we were in grade school and 
knew damn well he was a virgin. I also knew his cock 
was much bigger than average, certainly thicker, if not 
longer, than Ricky's. How Cheryl was managing to take 
him, while I was already lodged in her ass, was beyond 
me. I also wondered, as I looked up at Bob, still 
sliding his dripping wet dick into her stretched mouth, 
if the girl was going to have to take on every horny 
guy on the team. Maybe, for all I knew, someone was 
going to invite the Vikings to get on the act too. Sort 
of a make-up gift for my assault on Tony.

Anyway all I could do was hold on for the ride. I could 
feel Steve moving in and out of Cheryl's well-worn 
pussy. He was rubbing me too and the friction, coupled 
with the tightness of her amazing ass, was bringing me 
fast to the point of no return.

Then I heard Bob start to whine, "oh fuck I'm going to 
cummmmmmmm." Steven started to moan louder too, more of 
a scared sound, sort of like "what the fuck is 
happening to me?" Me, I was just trying to hold off as 
long as I could, repeating "oh my god" over and over. 
Cheryl was just whimpering, in pain or pleasure or 
both, I'm not sure.

Anyway, I think Bob was the first to blow, his hot load 
spilling out of Cheryl's overloaded mouth, down her 
chin and onto her sweet breasts. Then Steve came, and I 
could feel it as his dick convulsed, sending ounce 
after ounce of pent-up teen sperm into her thirsty 
snatch. That was enough to put me over the edge. I 
can't imagine there was much liquid left in my system, 
but the ejaculation was a strong as ever as my 
throbbing dick convulsed inside her clinging ass.

We all collapsed in a heap, too spent to move, too 
self-conscious to look the rest of the team in the 
eyes. When I finally looked around I was surprised to 
see just a few voyeurs sitting around, rubbing their 
swollen crotches. The rest had faded away, mostly, they 
said later, because they didn't want to risk getting 
into trouble with the coach or their own girlfriends.

Bob and Ricky, both being basically asshole jocks, got 
up and dressed and got out of there with barely a thank 
you. Steve, on the other hand, was funny as shit, not 
sure whether to apologise or express his eternal thanks 
for the long-overdue loss of his cherry. Cheryl, being 
a class act, made him feel special and gave him a sweet 
kiss on the lips before he went on his way.

As for her and me we spent almost a year together, 
mostly for the incredible sex, and invited Stevie to 
join us a few times. Eventually we drifted apart but 
I'll never forget that day.

In hockey they say there are good penalties and bad 
penalties. I never quite figured out the difference 
except I know that day I took my best penalty ever.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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