A Jacks - Passion_s Her Game

I got up in a hurry and went.into the bathroom and toweled off my face and turned around to come out, but I couldn't get out of the bathroom.

She was standing right in the doorway, barring the door, with both hands on each side of the door. She looked glassy-eyed, and she was grinning.

"Those drinks really hammered you," I said nervously, thinking of the plane, the time. She was stiff. I'd have to get a taxi.

I knocked her right arm down and went straight past her to the telephone. I was just picking it up when she reached over my shoulder and knocked the telephone out of my hand. As I turned around to push her away, she put her mouth against my mouth and grabbed me with both arms. She put her arms around my neck and I went over backwards on the bed; she was lying on top of me, her mouth wild and gaping, her lips sloshing back and forth over my mouth, her firm big tits flattened against my chest.

"Listen, you silly bitch," I yelled. "I've got to catch a plane."

"Listen, you silly bastard," she said, "you're going to fuck me and fuck me good."

Wow!

What the hell? Was she trying to frame me in some way? But no reason. But how drunk could two big belts of booze make her.

I pushed her away. She came back again, reaching for my cock. I gave her a good arm shiver, the butt of my hands against her shoulders and she fell back on the bed and I got up. The shiver would have knocked a guard over.

"Come on, come on." I was sore. "What the hell kind of an act are you trying to pull?"

She turned over on her stomach and started crying. I slapped her on the ass hard and I slapped her again hard. It didn't help. She went on crying. So I reached down and turned her over, and she held her hands against her face, and I knelt down in front of her and pulled her hands away. Her face was smeared with tears.

"Fuck me," she sobbed. "Fuck me, please."

"Give me one good reason and I'll fuck you right through the wall."

"He won't."

Leighton's name was Ted.

"What's the matter with Ted?"

"He hasn't slept with me for eight weeks."

"Baby, it's been a tough season."

"Who've you screwed lately?"

I laughed at her.

"If you'd had your ass knocked off four days a week in practice and you got beat up every Sunday, how much screwing would you go for?"

"How would you know?" She sneered. "Mr. Quarterback!"

I wonder if she'd ever seen the scars and fractures on Y. Tittle's body. I hoped I could finish a successful career without getting beat up as bad as one of the all-time-great quarterbacks.

"You look like a great piece of ass to me," I said. "But maybe you're just another ice cube in bed.

Her eyes seemed to clear a little.

"Wanna try?"

"Come on," I said, standing up. "You've got to get back to your folks, and I've got to catch a plane."

One thing I always kept right, don't screw a,teammate's wife. No way. You could really fuck up doing that, but I wanted this broad how I wanted her!

"Who am I kidding?" I said aloud.

"What?"

"I've wanted to screw you like mad since the first time I saw you and I told myself I was going to make it if it's the last thing I did. Now I'm standing here playing all team spirit. To hell with it. Get your clothes off. I don't give a damn why you want to screw or why you aren't getting screwed. You're going to get fucked good right here."

Her tits were like beautiful white flowers with red centers. I sucked her nipples until she screamed. I dug my teeth into her big hard nipples. They were beautiful, creamy as hell, and I licked them and licked them, and her nipples never went down, just standing there rigid as flower stems, quivering to be sucked and sucked again. I brushed my eyelids back and forth over those beautiful nipples. I couldn't get enough of them. I stuck my tongue into her navel, and sloshed it round and round, listening to her now crying with delight, while I had the middle finger of my left hand right inside her cunt that was flowing with juice. I felt her hands clutching both sides of my head, pulling my head down. I ran my tongue through the furrows of flesh, those soft light creases marking the separation of her thigh where it joined her body.

My finger in her cunt felt the deep creamy warmth of her luscious pussy. Her stomach started to pump up and down; suddenly I didn't really want her, and I wondered what the hell I did want-only to get even with her because she had snubbed me the first time, only to fuck her because I hadn't made out with her right away?

"What's the matter, Matt?" she asked softly.

"I don't know," I said, and, my cock was going down. I couldn't believe it. I felt like a kid caught with his pants down pissing on the side of the school house.

"Darling," she said. Then she stood up and reached over and turned the light out and I felt rotten, the failed little boy. I'd never crapped out like this in my life. It was unbelievable, like getting shot, and lying in the street knowing you'd been shot, remembering the impact, but still not quite believing it had happened.

I'd never felt so much like nothing in my life.

"Come on," she said softly, gently. "There's worse things in life." She laughed softly. "A fractured skull?"

My whole body seemed to become smaller and smaller and smaller, and I wanted to leave her. No, to hell with that. You must always have hope, and you have to work at it. But I didn't need hope that night. She was my hope.

Her mouth engulfed me. It was the sweetest thing in the world, and I'd never needed it more. In fact, I'd never needed it before. Her lips took my cockhead into her mouth, and her lips worked along the shaft all the way. I felt her tongue cross the vein and suddenly my dick was alive, the knob pulsing. I was afraid if I let her stop it was going to quit on me again. Her wonderful lips went right up against my scrotum, then she nibbled right up the back of my cock, slowly and gently, until she put my cock right in her mouth again. My knees jerked and fluttered like I'd been knocked down on a busted play. I felt her kneeling between my knees, her nipples caressing my thighs. She lifted my organ in one hand and cupped my scrotum in the other. Then she began to suck me, compressing her lips. I felt my cock getting bigger and bigger, feeling strong again in her sweet saliva. Then she was sucking me right down to the root. I felt like my balls were going to burst, and then she sat up and called softly: "Fuck me now, you're ready."

I leaped on her like it was my first screw and I was out to prove myself to her, like I was sixteen years old and she was an old experienced woman. It was a strange, humiliating but exciting experience for me.

Who the hell did she think she was? She'd gimmicked me some way, some trick to make me feel small, but I couldn't remember what nor how. Well, it wasn't small now. Yes, I could thank her, but when she got finished with this shaft, she'd be on her knees like a lot of other broads, begging for my cock.

Take it, baby, I thought and thrust savagely again and again. Her pussy rose and ground against me with mounting frenzy. I got both hands under her buttocks and lifted her up. Her whole body was quivering. I poured the cock to her harder and faster.

Then her growing excitement began to reach me. It was sweet to savor it. The upward thrust of her buttocks felt as if they were going to go right through me. A smile lit her face when she felt the first hot, sharp spurts of come deep inside her cunt. She cried out in an agony of joy, panting and trembling. Then she just lay, moaning and shivering, quaking from the release of tension. When she thought I was finished, I rammed it deep into her and she jerked back with a cry almost of fear.

"Come on," I said. "You're such a big lover. Handle this."

"Please, please, I've come," she said.