Basketball Camp
“Jason, you need to get moving,” I said as I wrestled my nephews duffel bag out to the car. “I love that boy, but sometimes I need to light a fire under his ass to get him moving,” I thought as I shoved his bag in the car and looked towards his parent’s house. Jason was just walking out the front door with headphones and his phone, and of course a basketball under his arm.
There were two things this 19-year-old never left the house without having along, tunes and a basketball. I had offered to drive him to the basketball camp he had been admitted to following graduation from high school. This camp was something that was supposed to help him make the team in college and I was happy to help.
I got behind the wheel as Jason wedged himself into my compact car, at 6’ 6” he was tall and muscular and I had a difficult time not looking at his crotch. The old cliché about shoe size and the size of a man’s cock did mean something. My arousal always started when I got sight of something that huge.
We drove across town to the gymnasium where the camp would be conducted. I had trouble calling it a camp because it was right in town and I would be there every day watching him play and workout like the good aunt that I am. I am a retired college counselor, so I know the importance of family participation in these things. My sister-in-law and her husband both worked full time and were very appreciative to the attention I gave their son.
We walked into the gymnasium following registration and I was immediately taken aback. The place was huge and there were about 20 players in every stage of development. Most were tall but they ranged from skinny to muscular and half had their shirts off playing an impromptu game while they waited for the coach.
Just so my readers understand, I am a self-described cougar, I like variety, which is the spice of life and I like them between 18 and 21 years old. And in this gymnasium, it took all my effort not to pounce on one or two of the players immediately. I knew the next two weeks would offer me plenty of eye candy if not a bite of the young stuff I was checking out.
“Excuse me ma’am,” a very strong voice said, “if you want to stay for future workouts you will need to stay on the sidelines.
I turned around and nearly fainted, there was a mountain of a man standing right beside me. He was very dark skinned, probably close to 7 foot tall, and was wearing athletic shorts that did little to mask his manhood. His jersey was very snug and his muscular build was on full display.
“I’m the coach, Anthony,” He said offering his hand, “I take it you are here with one of the
players.”
“Yes, Jason is my nephew, he has great promise,” I said promoting my only nephew who I knew would do great things on the court. “My name is Wendy, his father’s sister.”
“We’ll find out how much promise he has,” Anthony said, “now today’s workout is more about establishing their stamina and fitness for our camp. For this reason, this is a closed session, but you are more than welcome tomorrow.” He said gesturing towards the door.
“I will leave Jason in your capable hands,” I said and took his hand again. His strength and power emanated from every pore in his body and my arousal that had started in the car was higher than ever. Jason looked down at my small white hand in his and I slowly pulled away from his hand cupping my fingers around his middle finger, a gesture that my experience signals men that something sexual could happen.
Anthony walked me to the door of the gymnasium, which seemed to signal that he didn’t trust me to leave. He opened the door just wide enough that I had to turn sideways to get out and he smiled saying, “Wendy you are welcome back anytime, I would love to get to know you personally.”
I looked up into his dark brown eyes and saw something that was not there when we were near the players. I intentionally brushed my hand across the bulge in his shorts and he pressed against the back of my hand with had to be a beginning erection and I looked down and could see the outline of his tip. I licked my lips as I looked back into his eyes, “I will take your offer as a promise.”
His back was towards the players so I let my fingertips pass over the tip of his cock hidden but not noticed in his athletic shorts. My pussy was slick with my arousal as I left the gymnasium, I could feel my waxed lips sliding side to side as I walked. I had chosen not to wear panties and the air blowing up my skirt felt cool against my bald pussy, but did little to cool the heat deep inside.
The gymnasium was part of a larger sport complex so I looked around and saw a skate park a short walk from my car. I casually strolled over to the bench seats where I could watch two young men running the ramps with their skate boards. I could tell they were probably not more than 20 years old so I immediately sat down on the bench and with no hesitation parted my legs offering the boys a look they wouldn’t soon forget. The skate area was below the sidewalk level and the shorter of the two guys was first to spot my bald slit.
He took a tumble and his buddy gave him a bad time about being clumsy and as he came to
give him shit he also spotted the distraction. He was a bit taller and unlike the first guy, bold in his staring at my slit. I pulled my skirt up another couple inches and he did a big circle around the ramp and up to the sidewalk.
“Waiting for someone?” He asked and sat down beside me flipping his skate board around and holding it between his legs.
“You,” I said and put my hand on his bare thigh.
He jerked as if I poked him with something sharp and then relaxed as my hand slid up his thigh and stopped so close to his crotch that I could feel the heat of his cock. “You got anything in those shorts that you’d like to show me?” I said in my sluttiest voice.
He sat speechless for a second then said, “Sure, but not out here in the open, follow me,” he
said and jumped up, slammed his skate board down and pushed slowly away towards a small building. He motioned to his buddy that followed him and as I got near, I could see it was a restroom. He pulled the men’s room door open as I approached.
I pulled the ladies room door open saying, “if you want some of this, follow me,” and I pulled my skirt up showing them my neatly groomed landing strip patch of hair that pointed directly to my swollen and wet pussy lips as I turned and walked into the ladies room. I looked around, it was not the cleanest place to have sex, but I knew it would better than the men’s room. When the door didn’t move, I pushed it open a bit, the tall one, let’s call him stretch, was arguing with the short one, call him Shorty.
“Hey man,” Stretch said, “that slut will fuck both of us, you can’t pass up on that.”
“I don’t know,” Shorty said, “what if she is a cop or something?”
“Fuck you, cops don’t show you pussy to get you in trouble, stay out here if you want, but I
know I am going to get some trim.” Stretch said and I pushed the door open for him.
“What’s up with the little guy, doesn’t like women?” I asked as Stretch looked in the three stalls to make sure they were empty.
“Who knows, he is undocumented, always worried about cops you know.” Stretch said with a sneer.
“He is Hispanic?” I asked, could have fooled me.
Just then the door swung open and Shorty walked in smiling from ear to ear. He must have
figured out it was safer inside the ladies room than standing outside of it while his buddy got lucky.
“Well, you saw mine, now let me see what you two are packing,” I said as I looked at Stretch and then at Shorty.
“My name is Emmanuel….”
“No names,” I said, “we are here to fuck, or at least I am.”
I pulled my skirt up to my waist and ran a finger up my slick crease. Stretch yanked his shorts and boxers down and revealed a 7-inch cock that was just about erect. Shorty looked around and slowly unbuckled his jeans and when they fell to the floor his 10-inch cock flopped out and I knew I had hit the jackpot.
I walked over to Stretch and gave his cock a couple of strokes and he was standing tall. I then moved to Shorty, “he is short in height but not here,” I thought as I lifted his meat and felt its size and weight. He was far from semi-erect but looking into his eyes I saw the lust he was feeling.
I pushed him down on the toilet and bent at the waist not wanting to kneel on the dirty floor. I spread his knees with my hands and grabbed his huge chunk of Latin meat and skinned it back revealing a nearly purple tip glistening in the light of the fluorescent light. I licked it roughly and felt his shudder and then I slipped it between my ruby red lipstick covered lips. I felt his cock tighten in my mouth and knew he was going to get had in a hurry.
I loved to deep throat a cock, and knew this one would be a challenge. My poor little dildo that I trained myself with didn’t hold a candle to Shorty’s monster. I wanted to savor this cock and began running my tongue over the tips ignoring his buddy Stretch. This was the cock I wanted in the gymnasium, the cock I knew Anthony had, and now I would have it, down my throat.
Shorty hardened with each pass of my tongue, each time I ran his semi-erect cock down my throat I felt it harden and swell in my mouth. Then there were hands on my hips, fingers in my pussy and up the crack of my ass. I humped back against them and then knew that Stretch would not wait for instructions or permission.
Shorty put his hands on my head and started thrusting into my mouth and then my pussy was being penetrated by a strange cock. Not the biggest I have had, but it would do if he had any knowledge of how to use it. I felt him slip the head inside of me, he had a cut cock with a helmet he could be proud of and I felt my pussy close around his shaft and he thrust into me, pulling at my hips. He groaned, I knew he wouldn’t last, a woman knows these things. It was all about his pleasure and I didn’t care, this Latino cock was going to fill me with all the cum I desperately needed.
Stretch picked up the pace, humping he wildly as if he was on some foot race desperate to cross the finish line. I pulled off Shorty, “slow it down a bit,” I scolded, “the idea is to make me cum and then you.”
I knew he wouldn’t listen, his feeble attempt at sex separated him from the true man that was at that moment in my mouth. He was fully erect, I had two hands on his cock and he was hitting the back of my throat without me making any movement. He humped hard and if it hadn’t been for holding his cock at the base, he would have choked me completely.
Stretch moaned loudly, “Of FUCK, I am gonna cum.” I humped back against him know my tubes had been tied but waited until I knew he was beyond control, which he reached with the next thrust. “Fuck yea, here it comes bitch, I am going to plant my seed deep inside your fancy-ass cunt, you high and mighty show-me-yours BITCH.”
I felt his first spurt deep inside me and pulled off of Shorty, “You stupid fucker,” I yelled, “if you knock me up, I will make your fucking pay.”
My hand stroked Shorty wildly and Stretch sent another rope of cum inside of me unable to control his lust. Shorty groaned and rammed his cock down my throat and blew his thick Latino seed down my throat. I pulled back as he sent spurt after spurt into my mouth and throat and then a shot across my face. I looked up and smiled, “What a fucking stud you are Shorty,” and I felt Stretch pull out of me.
I stood and looked at the pitiful scare crow of a young man, “You are so pathetic,” I said, “I told you not to cum in me,” I said as I spread my legs and watched his load begin to run down my legs. “Look what you have done, I was ovulating this morning, do you have any idea what that means?”
He was shocked, I could have knocked him off his feet with a feather. I pulled my skirt down, looked back at Shorty who sat on the toilet with his massive cock covered in my saliva and his cum. I bent and kissed the tip of his cock, looked into his eyes, and knew I would see him again. Stretch, well he wasn’t worth the trouble, but he did get me to an orgasm, but he’d never know it.
I turned to Stretch, “I know who you are, if I am pregnant, you will be sorry.” I didn’t smile until I was clear of the door, the look of horror on his face and his buddy yelling, “now who is stupid? I know enough not to plant seeds in someone else’s garden,” and laughed.
As I walked back to the car with his cum seeping out of me and the taste of Shorty’s cum on my tongue, I started thinking about what to wear to the basketball camp tomorrow…
Basketball Camp 2
I needed to make that morning trip to the bathroom, but then I would return to bed after stopping by my drawer full of toys, “I think the big purple one today,” I thought as I swung my legs off the bed and walked to the bathroom. I pulled my nightgown off and looked at my 34C tits, “still firm and so perfect.”
After retrieving my toy, I slid back into bed and closed my eyes and my mind filled with that mountain of a man that I met yesterday. Anthony was dark as the night but there was brilliance in his eyes, a brilliance that filled me with lust. I had to have him.
I pushed the large purple head of the dildo between the swollen lips of my pussy and imagined it was Anthony. His black cock penetrating my white pussy for the first time would test the limits of my 53-year-old pussy, a test I had studied for so many times before. I knew his cock was huge in length and girth, perhaps the largest I had ever had. The toy slid in, no hesitation, no gentle attempt to test my depths, I knew he would take control of me and I would be but a fuck hole for him.
I imagined his muscular chest pinning me down to the bed, his hips grinding that huge cock into my gut, would the tip of his cock penetrate my cervix? I wanted to know and feel his strength, and then I felt it, the start of an orgasm and I wanted to cum on Anthony’s huge cock. If I did, he would know that I was his, at least his for that moment.
I thrust my hips up to meet my hand shoving that huge deep purple toy into my slick pussy, lips spread, my arousal squishing out on my waxed labia. I wanted to please him and then I froze, my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. Every muscle in my body reacted to the cock that was shoved deep inside of me, I was cumming and I wanted it to last forever.
It was a good orgasm, but it did not cure my lust for that man that I wanted, I would let him take me right on that basketball court if he wanted, he could take me in any position. I had to have him, TODAY!
And so, my day began, as it always did, with an unfulfilled lust and sexual need. I quickly showered and then selected the perfect wardrobe. My dress was short and pure virginal white in color, not so short that I looked like a whore, but short enough that it would ride up when seated. Stockings, black with elastic lace tops, no sense messing with a garter belt today.
My shoes were a statement of my desire, stiletto heels that graced my feet and made my legs the object no man could resist. I looked in the mirror, my makeup was perfect, not over the top slutty, but it screamed “fuck the bitch in heat,” I thought as I nearly ran to the car and drove to the gymnasium where Jason and the other camp participants could be heard gathering for their opening workout.
I pushed on the double doors with confidence, I was the first family member there and as I walked to the front bench seat along the court the place fell silent. All eyes were on me, the young men, 18 to 22 years old stared at me like I was a goddess from on high. I made an entrance that screamed, “I am ready to fuck.”
I set my purse on the bench, adjusted my skirt and looked at all those athletic faces, strong, viral, and young. Inexperienced in most cases to what a woman wants and needs, and that is the way I liked them. I was like a lioness surveying the savannah for its morning prey, but unlike the lion I was not searching for the weakest, I wanted the one that would match my needs with theirs.
“Aunt Wendy,” Jason shouted with his voice echoing across the gymnasium, “I knew you would come,” he said as he rushed towards me and hugged me.
I smiled, he really was such an attractive young man, the pride of my sister and her husband. I kissed his cheek leaving lipstick to mark my conquest. “How is it going Jason?” I asked as he released me from the hug that did nothing to cool the fire between my legs.
“I don’t know, the coach and I had this long interview and I don’t think he likes me much,” he said hanging his head.
“It will be just fine Jason, I will speak to him, I am sure it is just his way of training athletes,” I said as I let my hands brush across his front and felt his response to our closeness and knew I had produced the desired effect, “Adjust yourself Jason,” I said with that coy smile of control I had over him, “we must not display inappropriately,” I said as I stepped around him to hide him from the players. I knew they cared nothing about Jason adjusting his cock in his jock strap, they wanted me, I could feel it, I knew it.
“Jason,” a booming voice called out, “on the floor, NOW!” Anthony shouted from across the gymnasium.
I turned towards the voice, “Hmmm,” I growled in a low guttural way, “My prey has shown himself,” I thought not daring to reveal my needs to Jason.
Jason hustled back to the group and the coach shouted, “let’s do some wind sprints, ten times back and forth, you know the drill” and he blew his whistle and the young men took off running like gazelles across the African plains. It was a sight that made my pussy ooze my creamy arousal as I positioned myself on the bench prepared to watch.
Anthony looked my way briefly, I had anticipated this, “he wants me as bad as I want him,” I thought and as his eyes fell upon my seated form I parted my legs, my skirt rose to a dangerous level, and I could see the light burning in his eyes, he saw my bare pussy, no panties to attract my prey, nothing but my waxed labia gleaming with my desire.
My eyes dropped to his crotch, the white athletic shorts moved in front, “yes, he is mine, just a bit more and he will be mine,” I thought as I placed my hands on my nylon stocking covered thighs and I opened my legs further and moved my hands to the elastic tops of my stockings, held that for a moment, then slowly crossed my legs hiding the object of his desire.
Anthony turned back to his players, shouted commands to them, worked them like soldiers in basic training, and I knew his sexual desires were controlling him as much as mine were controlling me. The young men were covered in sweat, some sagging from the exertion, yet he drove them and he would look my way, I refused his desire to see my snatch again, “he needs to earn it,” I thought feeling in control of this tall handsome man.
There was this olive-skinned player, jet black hair, and I noticed his smooth skin, not a hair on his arms or legs. His name was on his jersey, it looked Italian. I pulled a small red out of my purse and jotted the name on the pad and added, “strong, muscular, probably 21 no more than 22 years old, Italian, need to have him.” I put the little book back, every accomplished professional keeps notes on their future plans, and he was definitely on my list.
The whistle blew, “that’s it men,” Anthony said, “hit the showers, class will start in an hour,” and then the whistle was between his large full lips and signaled the start of what I hoped would be my next conquest.
The players ran to the end of the gym and vanished into the locker room, how I wished I was a fly on the wall there, young players, cocks on display, “I would easily pick out others of interest,” I thought as I watched Jason and the other players vanish.
“Hello,” Anthony said, “Wendy, right?” he asked as he stopped a few feet away.
“Yes Anthony, Jason’s aunt,” I said as I remained seated, “I love the way you take command.”
I looked around and realized that while I had been watching all the potential young studs in the workout that I was unaware that no other family members had shown up yet, “perfect,” I thought.
I uncrossed my legs and made no attempt to control my skirt that now rose to the top of my legs leaving my ripe and swollen pussy in full view. Anthony stared at my V, I stared at his crotch, and I knew this game had to move forward, my lust had reached the boiling point.
I let him look for what seemed forever, but in actuality it was probably less than 10 seconds before I stood, pulling my skirt down slowly before stepped towards him. He acted as if he was in control of his emotions, but the bulge in his shorts told me that his cock was doing the thinking and without looking around or caring is anyone had come in unnoticed I cupped his massive bulge with my hand.
His cock was huge and I felt him press it against my hand as I looked up into those beautiful brown eyes. He smiled and said, “Let’s go to my office, I have the results of Jason’s interview I’d like to discuss with you.” He put his hand in the small of my back and led me in the direction of the locker room doors. We entered, I heard the players voices and running water to the right. There was no door, just one of those locker rooms with a secluded hallway that would turn into an open area.
We turned left, there was a door and when we entered the voices were gone, it was a wood paneled office that was filled with trophies and other sports items. The desk was clear of any clutter, neat as a pin and then I felt his hand on my ass, it was like he was palming a basketball. His large hands covered my ass, he was in control, and I knew it.
I ceased to be the lioness in search of prey, I was the prey and he pulled me to him, his cock harder than before and I felt it grind against me. He looked down at me, “If I misread you, I apologize,” he said, “but I suspect that I know what you need.”
He didn’t wait for an answer but simply pushed me to my knees, “you know the drill Wendy,” he commanded and stood in front of me with his bulge growing as I pulled the shorts and jock strap down.
I could smell his sweat, manly viral sweat, and there was also the scent of arousal as I revealed that massive tool waiting for me.
I looked up as I grabbed his cock, it was nearly erect and the tip was poking out of its cover, glistening and begging for my attention. I wanted it so badly, yet it frightened me with its size. He smiled, “you know the drill,” he said again, and I did. I extended my tongue and felt him respond as I licked along his huge cock. He had to be a foot long and as big around as a beer can.
I peeled his foreskin back with my hand and then he was in my mouth. I had practiced for years to eliminate my gag reflex, I loved to deep throat a cock, yet I knew there was no way he was getting down my throat. I licked around the rim of his tip and felt him press against my mouth. He wanted more than I could give him yet I tried to accept more.
He groaned and pulled out completely. I thought I had hurt him. He grabbed his cock and slapped it across my face, smearing my make up with his wet meaty cock. Then he pulled me up and set me on the desk, he parted my legs and pushed me back onto the desk as his cock pointed right at my glistening pussy.
There was not foreplay, not sliding his massive fingers into me to open me up, no thumb on my clit to get me further aroused, he simply pulled my hand to his cock, “you know the drill,” he said and I obeyed and guided his deep purple tip to my entrance and just as I imagined in bed this morning, he shoved it inside of me.
His pre-cum and my arousal allowed his penetration, but the size of his cock stretched me to the point that I had to stifle a scream. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure as he pushed deep inside of me. He pulled at my neck directing me to look between my legs. He was only halfway inside of me as he pulled out a bit and then I looked at his face, her grinned and said, “ready?”
Without waiting for an answer, he rammed his cock all the way in, his balls slapping against my ass. I yelped a bit from the sudden pain of it but was soon overwhelmed by the flood of pleasure that coursed through my body and my mind. I had no idea my pussy would accommodate anything that size. He released my neck grabbing my hips and started fucking me with long purposeful strokes. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched in amazement as his enormous cock would pull out and my pussy followed it as if he was pulling me inside out.
And then he would ram back in, and I felt my clit want to follow that shaft back inside of me. The pain I felt vanished as the pleasure became so intense that I knew I was going to cum hard on his cock. He rammed into me with a force I had never felt, stretching my pussy exactly the way that I had dreamt of, a man in control and with the power and size that my pussy needed.
As I gazed at the amazing sight of his massive pole thrusting in and out of me, my orgasm began and my fluids gushed out around that black invader, his fucking action whipping my fluids into a creamy white substance that looked more like sperm than my cum. His
black cock was streaked with my juices, and I was totally under his control. Most lovers sense a woman’s orgasm and hold still as it controls our bodies. But not Anthony, he plowed in and out of me with no hesitation.
I nearly blacked out with the pleasure that controlled my entire body, and then he groaned, a deep guttural groan and I felt his spurt of cum, hot and strong, and I knew I made him cum. Or should I say he made himself cum inside of me? He pulled out and shot at least 6 ropes of cum across my dress and by reflex I closed my eyes as he directed a huge spurt of cum onto my face. I opened my eyes, cum hanging across one eye, he was grimacing as he held his tool and shot his final load onto my gaping pussy.
He pulled me off the desk onto my knees. He didn’t need to say a word about me knowing the drill, I cleaned him up with my tongue and lips as another small spurt of his sperm entered my mouth, salty and sweet, “perfection,” I thought.
Anthony pulled me up his cock dragging across my body until I stood in front of him, “you can clean up in my private bathroom, be quick about it, we need to talk and then I need to get back to my players,” he said as he moved away and recovered his shorts and jock strap.
I looked in his mirror and saw that I was a mess of smeared make up and cum. Anthony had marked me as his bitch. I did the best I could to clean up the mess, and then I dabbed at my stretched and swollen pussy. Fluids continued to drizzle out of me, I loved it. I dug
in my purse and pulled out a thong that I kept in reserve and slid it up my legs. I captured his remaining cum in the thong and smiled, I loved the feeling of a man’s cum wetting my panties.
I stepped back in his office. My face was at least presentable, though my dress was still sodden with his cum. “I need to get back to the players,” Anthony said, “you can wait here until they are in the gym and then use the side door. No sense in making a scene,” he finished. I nodded in agreement unable to form words. I was not ashamed of his conquest over me, but no sense in raising alarm, after all this was day 2 of 14 days.
As he got to the door he turned, “One more thing, leave Jason alone, you are not to fuck him until the camp is over, and by the way, the rest of the players are off limits as well, you are mine until I say otherwise. GOT IT?” I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off. “He told me you two have been having sex, don’t try to deny it, leave him and the others alone while they are in training,” he said in a no-nonsense sort of way, I nodded in agreement again and he was out the door.
There were two things this 19-year-old never left the house without having along, tunes and a basketball. I had offered to drive him to the basketball camp he had been admitted to following graduation from high school. This camp was something that was supposed to help him make the team in college and I was happy to help.
I got behind the wheel as Jason wedged himself into my compact car, at 6’ 6” he was tall and muscular and I had a difficult time not looking at his crotch. The old cliché about shoe size and the size of a man’s cock did mean something. My arousal always started when I got sight of something that huge.
We drove across town to the gymnasium where the camp would be conducted. I had trouble calling it a camp because it was right in town and I would be there every day watching him play and workout like the good aunt that I am. I am a retired college counselor, so I know the importance of family participation in these things. My sister-in-law and her husband both worked full time and were very appreciative to the attention I gave their son.
We walked into the gymnasium following registration and I was immediately taken aback. The place was huge and there were about 20 players in every stage of development. Most were tall but they ranged from skinny to muscular and half had their shirts off playing an impromptu game while they waited for the coach.
Just so my readers understand, I am a self-described cougar, I like variety, which is the spice of life and I like them between 18 and 21 years old. And in this gymnasium, it took all my effort not to pounce on one or two of the players immediately. I knew the next two weeks would offer me plenty of eye candy if not a bite of the young stuff I was checking out.
“Excuse me ma’am,” a very strong voice said, “if you want to stay for future workouts you will need to stay on the sidelines.
I turned around and nearly fainted, there was a mountain of a man standing right beside me. He was very dark skinned, probably close to 7 foot tall, and was wearing athletic shorts that did little to mask his manhood. His jersey was very snug and his muscular build was on full display.
“I’m the coach, Anthony,” He said offering his hand, “I take it you are here with one of the
players.”
“Yes, Jason is my nephew, he has great promise,” I said promoting my only nephew who I knew would do great things on the court. “My name is Wendy, his father’s sister.”
“We’ll find out how much promise he has,” Anthony said, “now today’s workout is more about establishing their stamina and fitness for our camp. For this reason, this is a closed session, but you are more than welcome tomorrow.” He said gesturing towards the door.
“I will leave Jason in your capable hands,” I said and took his hand again. His strength and power emanated from every pore in his body and my arousal that had started in the car was higher than ever. Jason looked down at my small white hand in his and I slowly pulled away from his hand cupping my fingers around his middle finger, a gesture that my experience signals men that something sexual could happen.
Anthony walked me to the door of the gymnasium, which seemed to signal that he didn’t trust me to leave. He opened the door just wide enough that I had to turn sideways to get out and he smiled saying, “Wendy you are welcome back anytime, I would love to get to know you personally.”
I looked up into his dark brown eyes and saw something that was not there when we were near the players. I intentionally brushed my hand across the bulge in his shorts and he pressed against the back of my hand with had to be a beginning erection and I looked down and could see the outline of his tip. I licked my lips as I looked back into his eyes, “I will take your offer as a promise.”
His back was towards the players so I let my fingertips pass over the tip of his cock hidden but not noticed in his athletic shorts. My pussy was slick with my arousal as I left the gymnasium, I could feel my waxed lips sliding side to side as I walked. I had chosen not to wear panties and the air blowing up my skirt felt cool against my bald pussy, but did little to cool the heat deep inside.
The gymnasium was part of a larger sport complex so I looked around and saw a skate park a short walk from my car. I casually strolled over to the bench seats where I could watch two young men running the ramps with their skate boards. I could tell they were probably not more than 20 years old so I immediately sat down on the bench and with no hesitation parted my legs offering the boys a look they wouldn’t soon forget. The skate area was below the sidewalk level and the shorter of the two guys was first to spot my bald slit.
He took a tumble and his buddy gave him a bad time about being clumsy and as he came to
give him shit he also spotted the distraction. He was a bit taller and unlike the first guy, bold in his staring at my slit. I pulled my skirt up another couple inches and he did a big circle around the ramp and up to the sidewalk.
“Waiting for someone?” He asked and sat down beside me flipping his skate board around and holding it between his legs.
“You,” I said and put my hand on his bare thigh.
He jerked as if I poked him with something sharp and then relaxed as my hand slid up his thigh and stopped so close to his crotch that I could feel the heat of his cock. “You got anything in those shorts that you’d like to show me?” I said in my sluttiest voice.
He sat speechless for a second then said, “Sure, but not out here in the open, follow me,” he
said and jumped up, slammed his skate board down and pushed slowly away towards a small building. He motioned to his buddy that followed him and as I got near, I could see it was a restroom. He pulled the men’s room door open as I approached.
I pulled the ladies room door open saying, “if you want some of this, follow me,” and I pulled my skirt up showing them my neatly groomed landing strip patch of hair that pointed directly to my swollen and wet pussy lips as I turned and walked into the ladies room. I looked around, it was not the cleanest place to have sex, but I knew it would better than the men’s room. When the door didn’t move, I pushed it open a bit, the tall one, let’s call him stretch, was arguing with the short one, call him Shorty.
“Hey man,” Stretch said, “that slut will fuck both of us, you can’t pass up on that.”
“I don’t know,” Shorty said, “what if she is a cop or something?”
“Fuck you, cops don’t show you pussy to get you in trouble, stay out here if you want, but I
know I am going to get some trim.” Stretch said and I pushed the door open for him.
“What’s up with the little guy, doesn’t like women?” I asked as Stretch looked in the three stalls to make sure they were empty.
“Who knows, he is undocumented, always worried about cops you know.” Stretch said with a sneer.
“He is Hispanic?” I asked, could have fooled me.
Just then the door swung open and Shorty walked in smiling from ear to ear. He must have
figured out it was safer inside the ladies room than standing outside of it while his buddy got lucky.
“Well, you saw mine, now let me see what you two are packing,” I said as I looked at Stretch and then at Shorty.
“My name is Emmanuel….”
“No names,” I said, “we are here to fuck, or at least I am.”
I pulled my skirt up to my waist and ran a finger up my slick crease. Stretch yanked his shorts and boxers down and revealed a 7-inch cock that was just about erect. Shorty looked around and slowly unbuckled his jeans and when they fell to the floor his 10-inch cock flopped out and I knew I had hit the jackpot.
I walked over to Stretch and gave his cock a couple of strokes and he was standing tall. I then moved to Shorty, “he is short in height but not here,” I thought as I lifted his meat and felt its size and weight. He was far from semi-erect but looking into his eyes I saw the lust he was feeling.
I pushed him down on the toilet and bent at the waist not wanting to kneel on the dirty floor. I spread his knees with my hands and grabbed his huge chunk of Latin meat and skinned it back revealing a nearly purple tip glistening in the light of the fluorescent light. I licked it roughly and felt his shudder and then I slipped it between my ruby red lipstick covered lips. I felt his cock tighten in my mouth and knew he was going to get had in a hurry.
I loved to deep throat a cock, and knew this one would be a challenge. My poor little dildo that I trained myself with didn’t hold a candle to Shorty’s monster. I wanted to savor this cock and began running my tongue over the tips ignoring his buddy Stretch. This was the cock I wanted in the gymnasium, the cock I knew Anthony had, and now I would have it, down my throat.
Shorty hardened with each pass of my tongue, each time I ran his semi-erect cock down my throat I felt it harden and swell in my mouth. Then there were hands on my hips, fingers in my pussy and up the crack of my ass. I humped back against them and then knew that Stretch would not wait for instructions or permission.
Shorty put his hands on my head and started thrusting into my mouth and then my pussy was being penetrated by a strange cock. Not the biggest I have had, but it would do if he had any knowledge of how to use it. I felt him slip the head inside of me, he had a cut cock with a helmet he could be proud of and I felt my pussy close around his shaft and he thrust into me, pulling at my hips. He groaned, I knew he wouldn’t last, a woman knows these things. It was all about his pleasure and I didn’t care, this Latino cock was going to fill me with all the cum I desperately needed.
Stretch picked up the pace, humping he wildly as if he was on some foot race desperate to cross the finish line. I pulled off Shorty, “slow it down a bit,” I scolded, “the idea is to make me cum and then you.”
I knew he wouldn’t listen, his feeble attempt at sex separated him from the true man that was at that moment in my mouth. He was fully erect, I had two hands on his cock and he was hitting the back of my throat without me making any movement. He humped hard and if it hadn’t been for holding his cock at the base, he would have choked me completely.
Stretch moaned loudly, “Of FUCK, I am gonna cum.” I humped back against him know my tubes had been tied but waited until I knew he was beyond control, which he reached with the next thrust. “Fuck yea, here it comes bitch, I am going to plant my seed deep inside your fancy-ass cunt, you high and mighty show-me-yours BITCH.”
I felt his first spurt deep inside me and pulled off of Shorty, “You stupid fucker,” I yelled, “if you knock me up, I will make your fucking pay.”
My hand stroked Shorty wildly and Stretch sent another rope of cum inside of me unable to control his lust. Shorty groaned and rammed his cock down my throat and blew his thick Latino seed down my throat. I pulled back as he sent spurt after spurt into my mouth and throat and then a shot across my face. I looked up and smiled, “What a fucking stud you are Shorty,” and I felt Stretch pull out of me.
I stood and looked at the pitiful scare crow of a young man, “You are so pathetic,” I said, “I told you not to cum in me,” I said as I spread my legs and watched his load begin to run down my legs. “Look what you have done, I was ovulating this morning, do you have any idea what that means?”
He was shocked, I could have knocked him off his feet with a feather. I pulled my skirt down, looked back at Shorty who sat on the toilet with his massive cock covered in my saliva and his cum. I bent and kissed the tip of his cock, looked into his eyes, and knew I would see him again. Stretch, well he wasn’t worth the trouble, but he did get me to an orgasm, but he’d never know it.
I turned to Stretch, “I know who you are, if I am pregnant, you will be sorry.” I didn’t smile until I was clear of the door, the look of horror on his face and his buddy yelling, “now who is stupid? I know enough not to plant seeds in someone else’s garden,” and laughed.
As I walked back to the car with his cum seeping out of me and the taste of Shorty’s cum on my tongue, I started thinking about what to wear to the basketball camp tomorrow…
Basketball Camp 2
I needed to make that morning trip to the bathroom, but then I would return to bed after stopping by my drawer full of toys, “I think the big purple one today,” I thought as I swung my legs off the bed and walked to the bathroom. I pulled my nightgown off and looked at my 34C tits, “still firm and so perfect.”
After retrieving my toy, I slid back into bed and closed my eyes and my mind filled with that mountain of a man that I met yesterday. Anthony was dark as the night but there was brilliance in his eyes, a brilliance that filled me with lust. I had to have him.
I pushed the large purple head of the dildo between the swollen lips of my pussy and imagined it was Anthony. His black cock penetrating my white pussy for the first time would test the limits of my 53-year-old pussy, a test I had studied for so many times before. I knew his cock was huge in length and girth, perhaps the largest I had ever had. The toy slid in, no hesitation, no gentle attempt to test my depths, I knew he would take control of me and I would be but a fuck hole for him.
I imagined his muscular chest pinning me down to the bed, his hips grinding that huge cock into my gut, would the tip of his cock penetrate my cervix? I wanted to know and feel his strength, and then I felt it, the start of an orgasm and I wanted to cum on Anthony’s huge cock. If I did, he would know that I was his, at least his for that moment.
I thrust my hips up to meet my hand shoving that huge deep purple toy into my slick pussy, lips spread, my arousal squishing out on my waxed labia. I wanted to please him and then I froze, my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. Every muscle in my body reacted to the cock that was shoved deep inside of me, I was cumming and I wanted it to last forever.
It was a good orgasm, but it did not cure my lust for that man that I wanted, I would let him take me right on that basketball court if he wanted, he could take me in any position. I had to have him, TODAY!
And so, my day began, as it always did, with an unfulfilled lust and sexual need. I quickly showered and then selected the perfect wardrobe. My dress was short and pure virginal white in color, not so short that I looked like a whore, but short enough that it would ride up when seated. Stockings, black with elastic lace tops, no sense messing with a garter belt today.
My shoes were a statement of my desire, stiletto heels that graced my feet and made my legs the object no man could resist. I looked in the mirror, my makeup was perfect, not over the top slutty, but it screamed “fuck the bitch in heat,” I thought as I nearly ran to the car and drove to the gymnasium where Jason and the other camp participants could be heard gathering for their opening workout.
I pushed on the double doors with confidence, I was the first family member there and as I walked to the front bench seat along the court the place fell silent. All eyes were on me, the young men, 18 to 22 years old stared at me like I was a goddess from on high. I made an entrance that screamed, “I am ready to fuck.”
I set my purse on the bench, adjusted my skirt and looked at all those athletic faces, strong, viral, and young. Inexperienced in most cases to what a woman wants and needs, and that is the way I liked them. I was like a lioness surveying the savannah for its morning prey, but unlike the lion I was not searching for the weakest, I wanted the one that would match my needs with theirs.
“Aunt Wendy,” Jason shouted with his voice echoing across the gymnasium, “I knew you would come,” he said as he rushed towards me and hugged me.
I smiled, he really was such an attractive young man, the pride of my sister and her husband. I kissed his cheek leaving lipstick to mark my conquest. “How is it going Jason?” I asked as he released me from the hug that did nothing to cool the fire between my legs.
“I don’t know, the coach and I had this long interview and I don’t think he likes me much,” he said hanging his head.
“It will be just fine Jason, I will speak to him, I am sure it is just his way of training athletes,” I said as I let my hands brush across his front and felt his response to our closeness and knew I had produced the desired effect, “Adjust yourself Jason,” I said with that coy smile of control I had over him, “we must not display inappropriately,” I said as I stepped around him to hide him from the players. I knew they cared nothing about Jason adjusting his cock in his jock strap, they wanted me, I could feel it, I knew it.
“Jason,” a booming voice called out, “on the floor, NOW!” Anthony shouted from across the gymnasium.
I turned towards the voice, “Hmmm,” I growled in a low guttural way, “My prey has shown himself,” I thought not daring to reveal my needs to Jason.
Jason hustled back to the group and the coach shouted, “let’s do some wind sprints, ten times back and forth, you know the drill” and he blew his whistle and the young men took off running like gazelles across the African plains. It was a sight that made my pussy ooze my creamy arousal as I positioned myself on the bench prepared to watch.
Anthony looked my way briefly, I had anticipated this, “he wants me as bad as I want him,” I thought and as his eyes fell upon my seated form I parted my legs, my skirt rose to a dangerous level, and I could see the light burning in his eyes, he saw my bare pussy, no panties to attract my prey, nothing but my waxed labia gleaming with my desire.
My eyes dropped to his crotch, the white athletic shorts moved in front, “yes, he is mine, just a bit more and he will be mine,” I thought as I placed my hands on my nylon stocking covered thighs and I opened my legs further and moved my hands to the elastic tops of my stockings, held that for a moment, then slowly crossed my legs hiding the object of his desire.
Anthony turned back to his players, shouted commands to them, worked them like soldiers in basic training, and I knew his sexual desires were controlling him as much as mine were controlling me. The young men were covered in sweat, some sagging from the exertion, yet he drove them and he would look my way, I refused his desire to see my snatch again, “he needs to earn it,” I thought feeling in control of this tall handsome man.
There was this olive-skinned player, jet black hair, and I noticed his smooth skin, not a hair on his arms or legs. His name was on his jersey, it looked Italian. I pulled a small red out of my purse and jotted the name on the pad and added, “strong, muscular, probably 21 no more than 22 years old, Italian, need to have him.” I put the little book back, every accomplished professional keeps notes on their future plans, and he was definitely on my list.
The whistle blew, “that’s it men,” Anthony said, “hit the showers, class will start in an hour,” and then the whistle was between his large full lips and signaled the start of what I hoped would be my next conquest.
The players ran to the end of the gym and vanished into the locker room, how I wished I was a fly on the wall there, young players, cocks on display, “I would easily pick out others of interest,” I thought as I watched Jason and the other players vanish.
“Hello,” Anthony said, “Wendy, right?” he asked as he stopped a few feet away.
“Yes Anthony, Jason’s aunt,” I said as I remained seated, “I love the way you take command.”
I looked around and realized that while I had been watching all the potential young studs in the workout that I was unaware that no other family members had shown up yet, “perfect,” I thought.
I uncrossed my legs and made no attempt to control my skirt that now rose to the top of my legs leaving my ripe and swollen pussy in full view. Anthony stared at my V, I stared at his crotch, and I knew this game had to move forward, my lust had reached the boiling point.
I let him look for what seemed forever, but in actuality it was probably less than 10 seconds before I stood, pulling my skirt down slowly before stepped towards him. He acted as if he was in control of his emotions, but the bulge in his shorts told me that his cock was doing the thinking and without looking around or caring is anyone had come in unnoticed I cupped his massive bulge with my hand.
His cock was huge and I felt him press it against my hand as I looked up into those beautiful brown eyes. He smiled and said, “Let’s go to my office, I have the results of Jason’s interview I’d like to discuss with you.” He put his hand in the small of my back and led me in the direction of the locker room doors. We entered, I heard the players voices and running water to the right. There was no door, just one of those locker rooms with a secluded hallway that would turn into an open area.
We turned left, there was a door and when we entered the voices were gone, it was a wood paneled office that was filled with trophies and other sports items. The desk was clear of any clutter, neat as a pin and then I felt his hand on my ass, it was like he was palming a basketball. His large hands covered my ass, he was in control, and I knew it.
I ceased to be the lioness in search of prey, I was the prey and he pulled me to him, his cock harder than before and I felt it grind against me. He looked down at me, “If I misread you, I apologize,” he said, “but I suspect that I know what you need.”
He didn’t wait for an answer but simply pushed me to my knees, “you know the drill Wendy,” he commanded and stood in front of me with his bulge growing as I pulled the shorts and jock strap down.
I could smell his sweat, manly viral sweat, and there was also the scent of arousal as I revealed that massive tool waiting for me.
I looked up as I grabbed his cock, it was nearly erect and the tip was poking out of its cover, glistening and begging for my attention. I wanted it so badly, yet it frightened me with its size. He smiled, “you know the drill,” he said again, and I did. I extended my tongue and felt him respond as I licked along his huge cock. He had to be a foot long and as big around as a beer can.
I peeled his foreskin back with my hand and then he was in my mouth. I had practiced for years to eliminate my gag reflex, I loved to deep throat a cock, yet I knew there was no way he was getting down my throat. I licked around the rim of his tip and felt him press against my mouth. He wanted more than I could give him yet I tried to accept more.
He groaned and pulled out completely. I thought I had hurt him. He grabbed his cock and slapped it across my face, smearing my make up with his wet meaty cock. Then he pulled me up and set me on the desk, he parted my legs and pushed me back onto the desk as his cock pointed right at my glistening pussy.
There was not foreplay, not sliding his massive fingers into me to open me up, no thumb on my clit to get me further aroused, he simply pulled my hand to his cock, “you know the drill,” he said and I obeyed and guided his deep purple tip to my entrance and just as I imagined in bed this morning, he shoved it inside of me.
His pre-cum and my arousal allowed his penetration, but the size of his cock stretched me to the point that I had to stifle a scream. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure as he pushed deep inside of me. He pulled at my neck directing me to look between my legs. He was only halfway inside of me as he pulled out a bit and then I looked at his face, her grinned and said, “ready?”
Without waiting for an answer, he rammed his cock all the way in, his balls slapping against my ass. I yelped a bit from the sudden pain of it but was soon overwhelmed by the flood of pleasure that coursed through my body and my mind. I had no idea my pussy would accommodate anything that size. He released my neck grabbing my hips and started fucking me with long purposeful strokes. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched in amazement as his enormous cock would pull out and my pussy followed it as if he was pulling me inside out.
And then he would ram back in, and I felt my clit want to follow that shaft back inside of me. The pain I felt vanished as the pleasure became so intense that I knew I was going to cum hard on his cock. He rammed into me with a force I had never felt, stretching my pussy exactly the way that I had dreamt of, a man in control and with the power and size that my pussy needed.
As I gazed at the amazing sight of his massive pole thrusting in and out of me, my orgasm began and my fluids gushed out around that black invader, his fucking action whipping my fluids into a creamy white substance that looked more like sperm than my cum. His
black cock was streaked with my juices, and I was totally under his control. Most lovers sense a woman’s orgasm and hold still as it controls our bodies. But not Anthony, he plowed in and out of me with no hesitation.
I nearly blacked out with the pleasure that controlled my entire body, and then he groaned, a deep guttural groan and I felt his spurt of cum, hot and strong, and I knew I made him cum. Or should I say he made himself cum inside of me? He pulled out and shot at least 6 ropes of cum across my dress and by reflex I closed my eyes as he directed a huge spurt of cum onto my face. I opened my eyes, cum hanging across one eye, he was grimacing as he held his tool and shot his final load onto my gaping pussy.
He pulled me off the desk onto my knees. He didn’t need to say a word about me knowing the drill, I cleaned him up with my tongue and lips as another small spurt of his sperm entered my mouth, salty and sweet, “perfection,” I thought.
Anthony pulled me up his cock dragging across my body until I stood in front of him, “you can clean up in my private bathroom, be quick about it, we need to talk and then I need to get back to my players,” he said as he moved away and recovered his shorts and jock strap.
I looked in his mirror and saw that I was a mess of smeared make up and cum. Anthony had marked me as his bitch. I did the best I could to clean up the mess, and then I dabbed at my stretched and swollen pussy. Fluids continued to drizzle out of me, I loved it. I dug
in my purse and pulled out a thong that I kept in reserve and slid it up my legs. I captured his remaining cum in the thong and smiled, I loved the feeling of a man’s cum wetting my panties.
I stepped back in his office. My face was at least presentable, though my dress was still sodden with his cum. “I need to get back to the players,” Anthony said, “you can wait here until they are in the gym and then use the side door. No sense in making a scene,” he finished. I nodded in agreement unable to form words. I was not ashamed of his conquest over me, but no sense in raising alarm, after all this was day 2 of 14 days.
As he got to the door he turned, “One more thing, leave Jason alone, you are not to fuck him until the camp is over, and by the way, the rest of the players are off limits as well, you are mine until I say otherwise. GOT IT?” I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off. “He told me you two have been having sex, don’t try to deny it, leave him and the others alone while they are in training,” he said in a no-nonsense sort of way, I nodded in agreement again and he was out the door.
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