Waiting for the balls to drop (part 4)

9:30 P.M. The temptation to suck Doug off to ejaculation is almost overwhelming, but Christine finally pulls her mouth off of his throbbing, pulsating tool. I don’t want to waste his load in my mouth! she thinks to herself. “Come on, babe! I want you in my pussy!” she announces, getting to her feet and pulling her teen lover towards the bed. Throwing herself onto her back on the bed, she opens her legs wide. The stud slides his rigid, saliva slathered pecker into the eager pussy and begins thrusting. “I saw those sexy blue undies you had on babe! Were you wearing them just for me?” Christine asks playfully, gazing up at her young stud. “Yeah! I knew I was going to fuck you tonight!” the stud replies with a smirk, as he settles into a steady, rhythmic thrusting. Christine giggles and raises her head off the pillow, reaching for him with her mouth. Their lips meet to seal their forbidden love, their tongues violently thrashing together, even as penis continues to hammer pussy. As her tongue entwines itself with Doug’s, Christine closes her eyes and can feel herself being carried along to climax…

Isaac lets out a deep groan. His balls spasm convulsively and a thick, slimy mass of his genetic sludge is hurled deep into Tracey’s well fucked cunt. He pulls out, and Kyle, yet another 15 year old sophomore slips his dick into the lustful MILF, who remains on all fours, in doggy style position. After experiencing a brief respite with Isaac, Tracey is about to have her pussy mercilessly punished yet again. Kyle is a 6’2, 270 pound tackle. He locks both of his hands onto Tracey’s hips and uses his 6.5 inch tool as a battering ram, throwing his full weight into every thrust, pounding the screaming MILF with a vengeance. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” Tracey screams as she feels herself being propelled into yet another chain of orgasms. Throwing her head back, she lets out a long, loud, piercing shriek, primal in its intensity. The screaming only makes the stud pound her harder, but he is driven nearly to distraction by the ear splitting racket. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of something lying nearby on the bed and reaches for it with his right hand, even as he continues his ruthless thrusting…

“Holy Shit! They’re murdering Tracey!” Christine gasps, looking up into Doug’s eyes as he continues to thrust away steadily. Tracey’s banshee like screams are piercing both of their eardrums. “Yeah, all of the sophomores on the offensive line…they’re fucking the shit out of her,” Doug replies breathlessly between thrusts. Lucky girl! Christine thinks to herself. I mean, Doug is hitting it just right, but I really hope I get some more of those big, rough linemen to pound the shit out of me, too! Then, all of a sudden, the screaming abruptly stops…

Her eyes opening wide in shock, Tracey is startled and alarmed as she feels the wadded up mass of cotton material shoved into her face, pushed forcefully into her wide open mouth by her teenage stud. She is being stifled by male underwear, a pair of briefs that some random stud had carelessly discarded on the bed. She gags, but then quickly recovers and starts screaming steadily again, throwing her head back and wailing, the white cloth of the underwear sticking out of her mouth, muffling her orgasmic shrieks. She soon finds herself turned on, not only by being gagged, but by the staleness of the dirty briefs that are crammed into her mouth. They weren’t put on this evening, just before the party, still fresh with laundry soap. They were put on in the morning and have been tightly encasing and cradling their owner’s sweaty teenage junk all day, absorbing his musky scent. Tracey throws her head back again, closes her eyes and lets out a deep moan, imagining taking the unknown owner’s sweaty balls in her mouth. All the while, she continues to absorb and endure thrust after thrust from a sweat drenched Kyle, now more focused than ever, hammering his way to climax…

Christine has already been brought to orgasm several times by Doug. She moans with ecstasy and looks up into the deep blue eyes of her handsome stud. His black, curly hair, compressed under his backwards baseball cap, is now completely saturated with sweat; he is bathed in his own perspiration from head to toe, grunting loudly as he continues his steady, proficient thrusting. Christine delights in the smell and the feel of her stud as she runs her hands all over him, caressing his bulging biceps, running them up and down his back and giving his hairy ass a firm, lustful squeeze. “Yeah, babe! Deeper!” she gasps, gripping his ass cheeks tightly and pushing on them firmly. “Come on, babe! Are you going to give me that load?” she moans, gazing deeply into his eyes with a hopeful, almost pleading look. “Fuck, yeah!” the stud gasps out, thrusting his hips forward and back even harder than before. “Give me that big fucking load, babe!” she gasps breathlessly, the music from downstairs thumping in her ears.

Deep inside the stud’s man pouch, the white slimy mass swells in volume. Each thrust brings him just a little closer to release. Finally, he can feel the first twinges deep within his balls even as Christine continues to urge him on. “Come on, babe! Come on!” “I’m gonna cum!” Doug gasps, increasing his tempo, determined to maximize the force and impact of his last few thrusts. “Yeah, babe! Cum for me! Cum for me!” Christine moans loudly. Finally, far below, the dam bursts. The young stud feels his balls convulse and spasm violently. “Oh, fuck!” he gasps, as he feels his superheated white ball snot being propelled from his nuts and up the length of his rigid man shaft. “Oh, fuck!” he gasps again, as spurt after spurt of his man slime leaps out of his penile slit, splattering the deepest corners of Christine’s love box. “Yeah, babe! Oh, yeah!” she cries out happily, knowing that she’s getting a massive load blasted into her. As the stud lets out yet another gasp, his tool continuing to spurt, Christine closes her eyes and smiles blissfully. Bob AND Doug! Fucked them both! she thinks happily.

Kyle slams home one final thrust, making Tracey’s ass cheeks quiver and ripple with the impact. He groans loudly as his balls forcefully blast his thick, slimy nut scum deep into her well pounded pussy. Tracey joins her partner in orgasm, the underwear in her mouth suppressing the sound of her deep, lingering moan. Pulling out, Kyle gives Tracey’s right ass cheek a sharp parting smack with his hand. Tracey lets out a stifled little yelp at the stinging slap, and she can almost immediately feel the next stiff, throbbing penis pushing past her lower lips and sliding deeper and deeper into her still eager, welcoming love hole. Does it belong to another big, rough lineman? Tracey braces herself for another merciless hammering. The new dick, all 7 pulsating inches of it, belongs to 15 year old Cameron, a 6’2, 183 pound tight end. Firm but relatively gentle, he comfortably thumps Tracey into several orgasms without completely pulverizing her pussy in the process. Moaning in ecstasy, but no longer shrieking, Tracey plucks the drool soaked pair of underwear out of her mouth, gives them a parting sniff, and then tosses them onto the bed beside her.

“Oh, babe! You were so good!” Christine exclaims, as she and a sweaty Doug cradle each other in their arms for a fleeting post-coital cuddle. The snuggling needs to be brief; the next stud, erect dick in hand, is already advancing towards the bed. Christine and Doug exchange a farewell peck on the lips as he slides out of her arms and gets out of bed; Zac climbs into bed to take his place. Christine is about to get her wish to be fucked by a big, rough lineman. Unlike the compactly built Doug, 17 year old Zac is a 6’2, 220 pound tight end. He slides his 7.5 inch love wand into Christine and begins to thrust. His dick is half an inch bigger than Doug’s and there is more body weight behind it; the stud doesn’t have much finesse, but soon Christine is screaming loudly as she is hammered into one orgasm after another…

Downstairs, Doug locates his crumpled pile of clothing. He crams his still semi-erect love worm into his sexy blue briefs. He is still drenched with sweat and so is the massive Kyle who is also in the living room putting his clothes back on. Isaac and Peyton are there too, both of them now fully dressed. “Do you guys need a ride?” Doug asks his younger teammates as he zips up his jeans and reaches for his sweatshirt. “Yeah, dude, we’re waiting for one! Thanks!” replies Isaac. Soon, all four boys, including the hulking Kyle and Peyton, have somehow managed to cram themselves into Doug’s compact car. Doug will drop his teammates off at their respective houses before heading for home himself. On the ride, the four will recount their exploits. Doug will relate how he pounded Coach’s wife into multiple orgasms and then dumped his load into her. The three younger studs will compare notes on how they systematically and mercilessly hammered Christine’s friend into carnal oblivion and all four boys will share a laugh as Kyle relates how he had to shove a pair of dirty underwear into Tracey’s mouth to stifle her screams…

Deep inside Tracey’s pussy, Cameron’s tool begins to spurt, slinging his ball snot deep into her at high velocity. After he pulls out, Tracey quickly flips herself onto her back; after nearly an hour of getting fucked doggy style, she needs a break! Her next stud is yet another blue eyed blond; Matt, 15, is a 6’1, 185 pound tight end with a 6.5 inch dick. He’s so hot! Tracey gushes to herself, letting out a little giggle as the stud slips his tool into her. The handsome stud isn’t fazed; he’s already bedded his fair share of giggly teenage girls; why should this MILF be any different? Tracey’s giggling soon dissolves into gasps and moans of pleasure as the stud goes to work on her with steady, proficient thrusting.

9:45 P.M. A sweat drenched Zac groans as his tool begins to spurt, spewing his genetic sludge deep into Christine. After he pulls out, Conor, a fellow 17 year old tight end, takes his place. The two studs could be brothers, or maybe clones from a high school football lineman factory. Like Zac, Conor has brown hair and brown eyes, and also stands 6’2, weighing in at 220 pounds. He’s also equipped with a 7.5 inch pecker, just like his fellow stud. Mmmm…just slightly longer than Zac, Christine thinks, as the stud begins his thrusting. And a little thicker, too! “I love you big fucking linemen with your big fucking dicks!” Christine exclaims, looking up into his eyes with lustful intensity. “I’ll bet you can’t fuck me as hard as Zac did!” she taunts him. “Oh, I know you didn’t just say that,” the stud replies. Christine’s challenging trash talk has exactly the effect that she was hoping for; Conor slams into her again and again with unrestrained fury. Soon, Christine is screaming loudly as the stud uses his tool like a sledgehammer to batter her into one orgasm after another. The merciless pounding only makes her crave more punishment. “Is that all you got? Come on! Fuck me!” she yells defiantly. Throwing his full body weight into every thrust, the stud makes her pussy pay the price…

Matt ejaculates his love snot deep into Tracey’s pussy. He pulls out and is replaced by another blond, blue eyed tight end, 15 year old Lucas. Lucas is 6 feet tall and weighs in at 180 pounds. Quickly taking control, the stud grabs Tracey by the hips and forcefully pulls her towards him. Her head pulled off the pillow, a startled Tracey lets out an excited little yelp as the stud throws her legs over his shoulders, lifting her ass slightly off the bed. He shoves his rock hard 6 inch tool into her and begins hammering away. Holy shit! she thinks to herself in amazement. He’s such a young guy! Where did he learn to fuck like THIS?!? “Wow, baby! Is this your favorite position?” she gasps. “I don’t know (grunt)… I guess so (grunt)…mish is just so (grunt) boring…(grunt)” the stud manages to gasp out, as he continues to hammer away. Tracey is thrilled by the feeling of complete and total helplessness she experiences by being so aggressively pulled into and pinned in such a male dominant position. The stud plunges home with determined thrusts, hitting just the right spot again and again. Soon, he has Tracey screaming at the top of her lungs as he bludgeons her steadily into one orgasm after another…

Grunting viscerally, Conor slams home his last few determined pelvic thrusts and then feels his tool spurting his man slime deep into Christine’s pussy. “Yeah, babe! Give me that lineman cum!” Christine cries out happily. Conor pulls out and immediately Brian slides in. The new stud is enormous. A 17 year old tackle, he stands 6’4 and weighs in at 275 pounds. Christine feels his 8.5 inch baseball bat dick sliding deeper and deeper, as he buries himself in her down to the balls. “You’re so fucking massive!” she gasps, looking up at him, awed at just how big the stud is in every way imaginable. Zac and Conor have loosened her up; Brian will now push her to the limit of her endurance. The stud draws his hips back and then forcefully slams them forward again. Christine lets out a startled gasp as she begins to realize just how intense a pounding she’s about to absorb…

Drenched in sweat, grunting with determination, Lucas pummels Tracey’s pussy mercilessly as he hurtles towards ejaculation. “Harder, baby! Harder!” Tracey cheers him on, screaming in ecstasy. Deep within the stud’s balls, the white tide surges forward. He groans as his tool spurts again and again, spewing his genetic slime deep into the well pounded pussy, where it will blend together with the DNA of so many of his teammates. Tracey is left gasping and panting after yet another intensive fuck session. Lucas withdraws his tool, still oozing sperm, and Reese, another 15 year old, blue eyed blond takes his place in Tracey’s pussy. “All you hot blond guys!” Tracey enthuses. “Yeah, there’s a lot of us!” Reese agrees as he begins tooling her with his 6 inch pussy probe. He’s another tight end, 5’9 and 185 pounds, and while he’s skilled with his dick, he’s much more gentle than the merciless Lucas. He firmly but gently pounds a grateful Tracey into several orgasms, giving her another much needed break from the ruthless hammering that she’s been subjected to.

Christine revels in the rough, forceful pounding being administered to her by Brian. Bill never fucks me like this! the thought races through her head as she lets out a deep moan, achieving climax yet again. The stud seems to be thrusting in time to the thumping background music: “I LOVE this fucking music!” Christine cries out, loudly and lustily, finally won over completely to both millennial dick and millennial tunes. The stud now slams her even harder, grunting loudly with every thrust, and once again, the bed squeaks and squeals loudly as almost 300 pounds of well muscled teenage male flesh slamming into it again and again tests its limits. “We’re going to break the bed, babe!” Christine gasps, as she absorbs yet another deep plunge into her pussy. “I’m trying to!” the stud replies, slamming into the slut even harder. Christine moans loudly as she orgasms yet again, driven to climax by the brutal pounding being administered to her. Not only is Brian bigger than Zac and Conor, he’s also even rougher than they were.

Wrapping her arms around the stud, absorbing thrust after powerful thrust, Christine surrenders herself to the moment. “Oh, yeah, babe! Let’s fucking break it! You and me, babe! Let’s fucking do it!” she moans. The beefy stud uses his tool like a pile driver, throwing his full weight into every thrust, making Christine’s pussy feel every stiffened, rock hard inch. Soon he is bathed in his own sweat, pushing himself to the limit in his efforts to collapse the bed underneath them. His grunting, Christine’s loud moaning and the rhythmic creaking and groaning of the overtaxed bed springs all blend together with the pulsing, thumping background music to create a cacophonous symphony of lust. Christine soon orgasms again, and with a gasp, she begs her young stud again, “Come on, babe! Let’s break it! Let’s fucking break it!” Driven to a frenzy, with sweat now pouring off of him, the stud hurtles toward climax. “Holy shit!” he gasps as his balls explode, hurling a massive load of genetic slime deep into Christine’s pussy. Christine moans as she joins him in climax, her orgasm melting into his in a mutual paroxysm of ecstasy. She clasps the sweaty young stud tightly in her arms, murmuring lustfully in his ear as his tool spurts deep inside her, again and again. “Oh yeah, babe! Oh, yeah!” Finally, having drained his balls, the stud pulls out, his load of slimy, thrashing, wriggling sperm cells deposited deep into the slut’s pussy. “You were so good, babe! We didn’t break the bed, but we came close!” Christine congratulates him. “Yeah, we’ll do it next time!” the stud assures her with a cocky smirk as he climbs out of bed. The next stud is soon sliding his dick into Christine’s pussy…

Just as Brian and Christine are joining each other in their mutual orgasm, Reese spews his man goo deep into Tracey. He pulls out to make way for Tracey’s next stud. Mike is a 16 year old junior; Tracey has fucked her way through virtually all of the sophomore boys on the team’s roster. A 6 foot tall, 165 pound running back, Mike is almost predictably yet another blue eyed blond. Like Reese, he’s not a brutal pussy wrecker and comfortably pushes Tracey to orgasm with skilled, steady thrusting of his 6.5 inch tool…

10 P.M. Sweat. The salty stench of sweat hangs in the air in both the master bedroom and the guest room; the moisture exuded by sweaty, muscular adolescent male bodies permeates the air, creating a noticeably humid atmosphere in both rooms. The young studs are already perspiring even before they enter the bedrooms for sex; standing on line, packed closely together, their combined body heat starts them sweating even before they get into action. As soon as they step into the overheated bedrooms, the sweat begins to flow freely; once they begin performing their carnal duties, they are bathed and drenched in their own perspiration. Their lust fueled, hip thrusting workouts tonight are on a similar level of intensity to their training, practice sessions and even game day performances on the field; but even without their uniforms, pads and other gear, they sweat profusely. They have become so familiar, during the season, with the smell of each other’s sweaty bodies that they don’t even notice it, but it’s an extra added turn-on for the two horny MILFs that they’re fucking. Christine is pleased that she has the thermostat in both bedrooms set at 75; both she and Tracey delight in the smell of their sweaty adolescent sex partners. Even better is the uneven exchange of perspiration; each of the women themselves only lightly glistening, but being completely bathed and soaked with the sweat of their young, grunting, thrusting, overheated studs.

There’s something uncannily familiar about the stud whose face is inches away from hers, his dick thrusting deeply into her, Christine reflects. His height, his weight, his build, even his breathing pattern as he steadily works her pussy. She looks up into the dark haired stud’s face and she knows that she’s looked into those deep brown eyes before. She’s thoroughly perplexed, so she finally just blurts out, “Didn’t I fuck you already, babe?” “No, that was my brother, Troy. I’m Ryan,” the young stud grunts in reply as he begins to build momentum. “Oh, cool! I’m fucking two brothers! That’s SO hot!” Christine exclaims happily. Like his brother, 15 year old Ryan is tall and handsome, a 6’1, 175 pound linebacker with brown hair and brown eyes. Troy, a junior, intervened with his fellow upperclassmen and made sure that his kid brother got a place on line so that they could both fuck Coach’s wife tonight. Ryan’s 6.5 inch dick isn’t quite as big as his brother’s, but the younger stud knows how to use it and soon Christine is moaning in ecstasy.

With her legs spread wide, feet pointed at the ceiling and her stud plowing her pussy with steady thrusts, Tracey suddenly remembers that she’s still hungry. Christine can’t stop me from getting food now! she thinks to herself. “Hey, baby! What’s your name again…?” she gasps, although the stud hadn’t mentioned it before. “Mike” the stud grunts in reply. “Hey Mike baby, can you please ask one of those guys to get me a slice of pizza?” she manages to gasp out as she continues to absorb thrust after thrust. “She wants pizza!” the stud calls out over his shoulder, not even breaking the rhythm of his thrusts. “I’m SO hungry!” Tracey calls out loudly as the non-stop pounding of her pussy continues.

“Come on, babe! Harder! Fuck me harder!” Christine encourages her young stud. “Shoot your load in me, just like your brother did!” Ryan’s balls explode and he splatters Christine’s pussy with his man snot. All of his wriggling, thrashing, gyrating sperm cells will join those of his brother deep inside Coach’s wife, giving their family two tickets in the genetic lottery that even now is being played out in Christine’s casino of love. Withdrawing his tool, Ryan makes way for a very different kind of stud, another massive lineman, 17 year old Jonathan. Jonathan is a 6’1, 243 pound tackle, with a 7.5 inch dick. The new stud shoves his tool into Christine’s pussy and begins yet another rough, heavyweight hammering of the delighted slut. “Another big, strong, sweaty lineman!” Christine gasps lustfully, looking up into the eyes of the big stud. “Fuck that pussy! Come on! Fuck it!” she exhorts her partner, and soon, the grunting teenage fuck machine is pounding her into the first of several orgasms…

“Here’s her pizza,” announces Alec, a tall 16 year old middle linebacker, presenting a slice of cold pepperoni pizza on a paper plate, completely unfazed as Mike and Tracey continue their copulation right in front of him. “I’m fucking her next!” suddenly announces another stud, advancing up to the bed. It’s none other than Steve, the freckle faced 15 year old redhead, determined that Alec will not cut in front of him for sex. “Chill, dude. I’m just bringing her pizza,” Alec reassures the hot tempered redhead. The two studs stand next to the bed watching as Mike slams thrust after thrust into a loudly moaning Tracey. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fucking cum!” the stud announces. Suddenly, he pulls his dick out of Tracey and positions himself on his knees on the bed. “Give me that pizza! Quick!” he calls out urgently, his dick in one hand. Alec hands him the paper plate and Mike holds it out in front of himself at waist level. “Wha…What are you doing?” a befuddled Tracey asks the stud, looking up at him, her legs still spread wide. Letting out a deep groan, the stud whacks himself off with several vigorous strokes, belching thick white jets of his heated ball scum all over the slice of pizza. “Giving you some extra protein!” he announces as his tool continues to spurt. “Oh yeah, baby!” Tracey calls out happily, thrilled at her surprise treat. Finally, with his load splattered all over the pizza, Mike gets out of bed and starts to hand the plate to Tracey.

“I’m not waiting to fuck her!” an impatient Steve now announces, as he climbs into bed, taking Mike’s place. “You don’t have to, Steve baby!” Tracey announces cheerfully, getting up and clambering into position on all fours. “Feed me, Mike!” she orders her other stud, even as Steve slides his throbbing pecker in and begins hammering away at her doggy style. Eating the pizza proves a little awkward with her head bobbing around, and Mike holding the slice out in front of her, inches from her face, but she manages to time each bite to Steve’s forward hip thrusts. The cold slice of pizza, with it’s congealed cheese, sauce and pepperoni discs is coated and warmed with thick globs of sperm and Tracey takes a slutty delight in devouring it. “I love your special sauce, Mike!” she laughs. “Yeah, you need that extra protein with me fucking you!” Steve calls out, slamming into her again and again. After finishing the slice of pizza, including the crust, Mike holds his fingers out in front of her and she licks them clean. “Thanks, baby!” she purrs contentedly, looking up at him gratefully as Steve continues hammering away at her. Mike turns and exits the room, exchanging a high five with Steve on his way out. “Give it to her dude!” he exhorts his redheaded teammate who is just then bringing Tracey to orgasm…

After brutally hammering Christine into a series of orgasms, the massive Jonathan, sweating and groaning, blasts his load of man scum deep into her pussy. He pulls out and the next stud enters the bedroom. Lifting her head off the pillow to catch a glimpse of her new partner, Christine lets out an excited little squeal and jumps out of bed. Like an excited teenage girl, she runs over to the stud and throws herself into his arms. “Hey babe! I’ve been waiting for you!” she exclaims in a giddy tone. “Yeah, I knew you were…” a nonplussed Jude replies with a cocky little smirk on his face. The handsome 17 year old wide receiver is 5’8 and 148 pounds, with black hair and blue eyes. His 7 inch tool is petrified into a rock hard erection. “Did you like how I sucked your dick, babe?” Christine asks him, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the bed. “Yeah, you were okay…” the stud replies smugly, with a shrug of his shoulders. His air of studied indifference, bordering on dismissiveness, only serves to arouse Christine all the more. He’s so fucking hot! she enthuses to herself. “Come on, babe! I’m going to ride you!” Christine now announces, pushing him down onto the bed. The stud positions himself on his back, propped up with pillows, and Christine lowers herself onto his stiffened tool. “I’m going to give you the best fucking orgasm you’ve ever had!” she announces, as she begins slowly gyrating her hips, grinding herself into him, pelvis to pelvis. Looking up at her, still smirking, he replies “Yeah, we’ll see about that.” I’m going to make him last! she thinks, looking down at him through her sexy librarian glasses and putting both hands, palms down, on his muscular chest. In no hurry to bring either one of them to climax, she rocks herself slowly but steadily on top of her stud, a cowgirl riding her big dicked stallion at a walk

“Hey, Steve baby! Let’s switch positions! I want you on top of me!” Tracey calls out over her shoulder as her redheaded stud continues thumping her pussy doggy style. “Wait…you want to do mish?” a puzzled Steve asks. “Yeah, baby! Come on!” Tracey replies. With a shrug, the sandy haired stud pulls his dick out of her. Tracey tosses herself onto her back, opens her legs wide and points her stilettos at the ceiling. The stud lowers himself onto her, inserts his dick into her again, and starts thrusting away. “That’s right, baby! I want to see your face! I want to talk to you!” Tracey gasps, reaching up to caress the stud’s face with her hands, and looking deep into his hypnotic green eyes as he plunges into her again and again. “I can tell that you’re not a virgin! You already made me cum twice and I’m getting close again!” she assures him happily as Steve continues his steady, proficient pussy pounding. “Fuck no, I’m not a virgin!” the redheaded stud replies indignantly as he slams his hips forward, draws back and then thrusts forward again with a determined little grunt. “Those guys are always giving me shit just because I’m a redhead!” “Don’t listen to them baby! They’re just jealous!” Tracey replies, locking eyes with him. “You are so fucking good! You really know how to fuck! And you’re so fucking hot!” she manages to gasp out, just before another orgasm, her third, slams into her with seismic force. She throws her head back on the pillow and lets out a deep moan…

Christine slowly starts to accelerate her downward pelvic thrusts. She begins bouncing steadily and has just found her rhythm when her cell phone pings. The phone is within easy reach on her nightstand, and continuing her carnal bouncing, she reaches over and picks it up. It’s a text message from Coach. How was the party? She types back a reply: Party was good. I’m in bed now. She hits send, puts the phone back down and refocuses her attention on her teenage stud. I didn’t lie to him, she thinks to herself as she resumes her rapid carnal bouncing. I really am in bed!

10:15 P.M. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” Tracey screams as she senses that her sweating redheaded stud is getting close to climax. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Steve gasps as he feels the powerful surge deep within his balls. “Oh yeah, baby! Give me your load!” Tracey moans, looking up into his eyes, as far below, his tool begins spurting again and again, blasting his redheaded DNA into the deepest recesses of her already flooded pussy. The stud lets out a deep, visceral groan as powerful ejaculatory spasms drain his balls. “Oh, fuck! Oh, shit!” he groans, amazed at the intensity of his orgasm. “Oh, baby! You were so fucking good!” Tracey exclaims as the redhead pulls his dick out of her. “And you better not leave before you fuck Christine!” “You know I’m gonna fuck her!” the stud replies. Even as he leaves the room, deep inside his balls new sperm cells begin to divide and subdivide, replacing the hundreds of millions of their counterparts now swimming deep inside Tracey’s pussy. A fresh load of redheaded genetic slime begins to swell his nut sack…

After her intense lovemaking with Steve, Tracey decides to go back to the nameless, faceless anonymity of doggy style. She assumes the position once again and can feel a new dick sliding into her. About six and a half inches, she thinks to herself as the anonymous stud begins to thrust. Excited about having fucked the team’s only redhead, Tracey just can’t wait to tell Christine about it…

Christine is steadily building up speed on Jude’s cock when her phone pings again. Picking it up, she expects to see another message from Coach; instead it’s a text from Tracey. Christine slows down her pace again so that she can text, and with dicks buried in each of their pussies, the two sluts carry on an extended text conversation:

Tracey: I just did freckle face!

Christine: Was he good?

T: SO good!

C: Who are you doing now?

T: idk lol let me ask

(brief pause)

T: his name is Justin

C: I’m doing Jude!

T: Jude? No way!

C: yes way!

C: g2g

“It’s not safe to text and ride!” Jude tells Christine as she puts her phone back on the nightstand, looking up at her and giving her his sarcastic little smirk. “That’s text and drive, smartass!” she counters, sassily sticking her tongue out at him. “But you’re right. No more texting! I’ve got to focus!” She now begins to bounce herself up and down on her stud more rapidly, accelerating her tempo. “Oh, yeah! Ride it, bitch!” Jude exhorts her. Christine soon finds her carnal rhythm, bouncing up and down on her stud’s tool, lustfully synchronizing her hip thrusts to the thump of the background music. Jude’s hands tightly grip her bouncing c-cup boobs. She throws her head back and lets out a moan as a surge of multiple orgasms slam into her…

“Justin? Didn’t I suck you off?” Tracey now asks her new stud, calling out to him over her shoulder as he continues to tool her doggy style. “Yeah, you did. Me and Josh,” the stud affirms as he continues his steady thrusting. “Are you the sexy blond?” Tracey now asks him, trying to peer back at him over her shoulder. “Yeah. And Josh is waiting to fuck you next,” the stud replies. “Cool!” Tracey exclaims. “I hope you guys didn’t fight over who was going to fuck me first!” “No, we just did rock, paper, scissors,” the stud reassures her. “Oh! Is that all I’m good for?” Tracey exclaims. “Hey, you take what you can get…” Justin replies with a shrug as he continues his steady thrusting. The 16 year old stud is a 5’7, 160 pound running back with a 6.5 inch dick. His proficient pounding soon pushes Tracey over the edge into climax, and the indignity of rock, paper, scissors is soon forgotten…

“Dude, they’re going to notice that we’re not there,” Aaron whispers to J.J. as they approach the door to Christine’s house. “Dude, my dad is already wasted and your dad is halfway there,” J.J. replies. “And our moms are into their girl talk. Nobody’s going to notice that we’re not there.” He opens the door and the two boys step inside. Music is still blaring and the lights are low. The first thing that catches their attention as they enter the living room are piles of discarded clothing and sneakers strewn everywhere. “What the fuck?” Aaron whispers. “It’s a gangbang, dude,” J.J. replies. They can now hear cries of female ecstasy emanating from the upstairs bedrooms. “Are we getting on line with those football player dudes?” Aaron asks. “No, we can wait. Let’s play some video games.” J.J. replies. They sit down on the sofa and take up the controllers. Just then, Steve comes downstairs. Still naked, except for his backwards baseball cap, his dick is still semi-hard after fucking Tracey. Totally unembarrassed by his own nudity, he glances at the two dudes on the sofa and then locates his pile of crumpled up clothing on the floor. He pulls his cell phone out of the pocket of his jeans and after quickly checking it, he calls out to his two fellow teens. ”They want everybody naked! Get rid of the clothes!” “Yeah sure, dude,” J.J. replies readily. “Wha-“ Aaron starts to protest, but J.J. elbows him into silence. “Dude, don’t argue,” J.J. advises him, pulling off his sweatshirt, kicking off his sneakers and starting to undo his jeans. With a shrug, Aaron begins to strip as well. “We don’t have to get bare ass, we’ll just strip down to our underwear. We’ll be sitting on the sofa, so nobody’ll notice,” J.J. explains to his cousin as Steve goes back upstairs. Presently, both cousins are stripped down to their briefs, socks and backwards baseball caps. They sit back down on the sofa, taking up their game controllers again, unpleasantly aware of the suspiciously wet substance that seems to be splattered all over the sofa…

“Oh, shit! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Christine moans loudly as three more powerful orgasms slam into her one after another. Gasping, panting, beginning to glisten with perspiration, she starts to slow down her tempo. “Holy shit! I was getting close!” Jude exclaims, startled as Christine skillfully backs him away from climax. “Not yet, babe! Not yet!” a glistening Christine replies in a breathless voice. “We’re going to make this last!” She now begins a slow, sensual grind on her young lover, pelvis to pelvis. The sexual chemistry between the two is red hot. “Do you like riding this 17 year old dick?” Jude taunts her, as he relishes the feeling of being pinned to the mattress by the slutty, lust consumed MILF, her pussy caressing his rock hard penis in a wet, loving embrace. “Oh babe, I fucking LOVE your fucking 17 year old dick! I wanna ride it all night long!” Christine replies, almost breathless with lust. “Did you like how I shot my load down your throat?” the stud now asks, taunting her even more daringly. “I loved it babe! I love it when a man dominates me like that!” she assures him, as she slowly, steadily begins to ratchet up her tempo again. “You liked feeling my hand on the back of your head, didn’t you bitch? Slut!” the arrogant young stud now flagrantly baiting her. “I fucking loved it! I’m your fucking slut!” Christine gasps out as she bounces ever more rapidly, the dirty talk driving her into a frenzy. “Come on, bitch! Ride it!” the stud encourages her, gripping her hips tightly as she slams into him over and over again…

“I’m cumming…I’m cumming!” Justin gasps as he feels his white hot love lava surging up the length of his stiffened rod and spurting again and again deep into Tracey’s pussy. “Oh yeah, Justin baby! Give me your fucking load!” Tracey calls out encouragingly. As soon as the stud empties his balls into her, he pulls out and his best friend Josh rams his 6.5 inch dick into her. “Hi, Josh!’ Tracey calls out over her shoulder with a giggle. “Yo!” Josh replies. A 5’10, 175 pound guard, 16 year old Josh has brown hair and brown eyes. “Did you and Justin really do rock, paper, scissors to see who would fuck me first?” Tracey asks, as the stud thumps away steadily at her pussy. “Yeah, but it was two out of three, if that makes you feel any better,” the stud replies. “Yeah, I guess that’s something!” Tracey agrees, as Josh steadily pounds her into orgasm…

Jude can feel the pressure continuing to build deep inside his balls. He feels Christine’s entire body shudder, yet again, as she lets out a loud moan, another orgasm surging through her body like an electric jolt. “Holy shit! Holy shit!” she gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head. Panting for breath, perspiring, she starts to slow down yet again. “Shit! Holy shit!” Jude groans, as he feels himself being pulled back from the brink yet again. Christine has planned the climax that she will soon bring both of them to; Jude is now beginning to realize the magnitude of what awaits him. Catching her breath as she slowly grinds on him again, Christine flattens her body against him, and putting her face close to his murmurs, “Get ready for your fucking orgasm, babe!” The stud opens his mouth to reply, but Christine thrusts her tongue past his lips and into his mouth. They exchange a long, searing kiss, their tongues thrashing hungrily together as the stud enfolds her in his arms. Disengaging herself from their kiss and pulling herself back up and out of the stud’s embrace, Christine starts her slow, steady buildup yet again. Faster and faster, building up her speed, with little feminine grunts of determination, the lusty cowgirl starts on her final gallop to the finish line

(to be continued)