Out of my League

janus   March 29, 2022   | 7891 Views
Boy did she cradle my head with her hands as I hit her clitty with speed. My tongue’s rapid forays were incredibly brisk: dab, jab, sweep, swish and swipe; dart and plunge; pussy hustle and bustle; you name it. I did it. banner2

How I screwed a soccer mum who was way out of my league.

I had to take my step daughter Chloe to her little league soccer match Saturday morning. Of course, I complained to Tammy; my partner:  Saturday was golf; sacrosanct. I mean I would see the indoor soccer final on a Friday night if her team made it like last year but frickin Saturday morning. In the end I had no choice; Tammy had a work call-in; I only had golf.

I put on my best step daddy cares face and I did care once we were driving there. I got through the selfish moment. However, as I looked for a parking space around the venue, I realised I was in the dreaded soccer mum territorial lair. Way out of my social league and bound to flounder and cringe at their over enthusiastic one-sided amateur refereeing from the sidelines. I was entering the pushy mother domain: oh cripes.

I knew I was for it as I went for a parking space from the arrowed direction only to be outmanoeuvred by an illegal park from a Range Rover with massive bull bars. Shit it would have squashed our family sedan too easily and all I got was the glare from a true ‘hussy’, but a very attractive woman: as if to say: well, there’s nothing you can do about it.

I wasn’t up for the hassle but as I backed to find another spot. I saw she was one hot young mum; frickin tight jeans and plenty of bounce in her boobs and a cute flounce in her well-cut shoulder length blonde hair. Pity about the attitude; she was hot. Probably needed a good stiffy up her rear to relieve the tension she was carting around.

I took the extra appreciative glance of her: heading into the stadium, from my rear vision mirror.

Anyway; I found a parking spot eventually about ten minutes away from the Northern Suburbs Netball Centre that hosted the junior indoor soccer league. We were in a side street and we walked to the game. I told Chloe it was her warm up.

Well, it’s meant to a team fun exercise thing, bond a little and maybe develop some skills and not to worry if you win or lose. Participation is the motto; would someone please tell that to soccer mums.

It was painful to watch. The language was foul. The eyeballing close to cat fights. Just what were these sweet little girls who were kicking around a ball; going to turn into when they grew up. Hopefully not their mums on the sidelines. Yes, the mums were the ones swearing and coming close to blows. And that bitch in The Range Rover was the narkiest one of all. Though to be honest there was something really hot about her worked up state. She had a bit of a flush like she had had good sex and the way she raised her voice. I could imagine a terrific orgasmic moan; no, this bitch would scream; probably yell out her own name in her climax.

So much for watching Chloe play indoor soccer. However; the sweet little thing was oblivious to all the adult nonsense on the sidelines like the other young players. However; the referee, an upwardly mobile women’s libber; probably doing feminine studies at the local Uni; had had enough of Mrs Range Rover after giving her two warnings and just at the end of the twenty-minute first half; ordered her to leave the stadium or she would get the security and issue a fine. The blonde bitch wasn’t moving and was towering over the petite fem-ref. I stepped over and did the male diffuse. God knows why and convinced the mum to at least get a breath of air outside. She huffed a bit but saw she had no choice.

I needed a cigarette anyway and joined her outside the venue through a side exit alcove. We moved through the parked cars to the bushes along the back high wire fence as I offered her a cigarette. Well technically there was no smoking anywhere on the Centre grounds.

I gave Mrs Range Rover a smoke and she was nicotine relaxing very quickly like me.

She was Rachel, very recently divorced and she calmed under each drag, not really a bitch, but a very frustrated woman just over thirty. I guessed she needed a root; a genuine motherfucker of decent shagging to get her life back in kilter.

Well, there are days when it just doesn’t take anytime at all to get the pants down of a woman you don’t even know. I lust looked. She lusted back. She stubbed her fag. I stubbed mine. I went straight into her space. Well, it was a half-step as we were in the bushes on the fence line. We didn’t want a two hundred dollar on the spot smoking fine each. Funny how we never thought of a court appearance for public indecency or possible overnight gaol time. Fuck the human sex drive; it doesn’t stop to think about the location; it’s all about the act. 

Our tongues and hands did their preliminary work in overdrive. An accelerated distorted joint bodily framed sequence of getting through clothes to the horny bits. I mean she only had to unzip my jeans and ease my rapidly hardening pecker out into the afternoon filtered sunlight. Man, her jeans were tight on her hips but with the blonde wriggling and my tugging, her denim and knickers together were heading to her ankles fast.

There were dappled shadows across her lower body but nothing could shade her silky shaved mound. My eyes and then my fingers focussed in on her quickly wet cleft. Oh; I was generous with my touch. There is no other way to be with soft presented female flesh. She had the smeary femcum juices in abundance. My fingers playing everywhere together. In her coochie. Around her spread lips. Pushing into her clit. Sliding over her perineum and crooking into her tight delicate arsehole. The latter really had her moaning. As she rubbed my cock with a sure pleasing grip I moaned as my precum indicated I was ready for more. We were both ready for a manic screw.

I had to go down on her. This was a fabulous unexpected one off and she was way out of my usual league. I was licking and sucking and prodding with my tongue, really enjoying her sassy pungent smell and her flood of wetness. Boy did she cradle my head with her hands as I hit her clitty with speed. My tongue’s rapid forays were incredibly brisk: dab, jab, sweep, swish and swipe; dart and plunge; pussy hustle and bustle; you name it. I did it. I assailed her hard sweet pink jelly bean for her pleasure and my total frickin enjoyment. And I delved into her arse crack out of a filthy desire for two: just for good and bad boy measure.

Rachel shared everything; absolutely everything that was in her in the moment. She brought her entire pussy and arse to this unfolding encounter. I tongue groped her exquisitely sensitive private zone and man handled her butt hole till she was moaning for cock action.

Oh God her pussy was divine as I shagged her between her legs from behind as she braced herself as best, she could on the lattice wire fence. The wire was swaying but not as much as her arse; it was bouncing back into my pelvis and arching away with my cock nestled comfortably inside her. So frickin wet. So agreeably pecker shaping.

It was racy, smutty and excitingly enticing. The world around us ceased to exist. Sex in the end is all participation; all focus. My cock focussed in her sweet love hole. My fingers concentrating on additional delight in her puckered pink starfish.

The sheer mutual joy, the sheer mutual thrill, the possible danger, the likely caught out in public moment, our raunchy minds and our expectant genitals colluding in an instant bordering on frenzied delight, the amazing pleasure sensations, touch dominant, then her pussy and my cock escalating the action: a whirl of release approaching.

Yeah, release all right; her hand eased my cock out of her warm coochie. I was stunned; then worried; had she seen someone through the fence.

Then I was stunned alright; cock stunned; as she guided my thick stiffy into her tight arsehole. I had flexed her rear delight with my fingers but God she was tight still; as tight as her shaping hugging jeans when I first saw her. My cock was now in the tourniquet of her constriction. Geez was she pleasingly tight; she had me encircled more surely than a ring barked tree.

Rachel’s arsehole was a crimped flesh cocoon of total pleasure. My cock wrapped in her butt crack; swathed in bum hole delight; sheathed like a pecker needs to be on a Saturday or any day for that matter; enveloped in man happiness. God, I loved indoor soccer.

The blissful sequence building for two in her charming back door; a pair of butt lovers and Rachel’s rear indentation was a crack to love.

I plugged her, she moaned. I stuffed her good, she yelped. I went the deep dirty buggerising thrusts and the soccer mum bitch could barely contain a series of orgasmic screams with her hand sort of muffling her gaped mouth.

Oh Lord; Lordie: did Rachel suck me dry after that. I mean she was a mistress of deep throat; pure penis mouth insertion It was like my cock was being injected down her throat; a gag free miracle: like one of those performers who puts a sword down their throat; this was talent beyond a party or bedroom trick.

Geez she spread her spit in copious wad over my already moist pecker. Then she slid me in between her wet expectant lips; shallow; then deeper; then her throat.

Yes; the blonde had moaned, yelped and virtually screamed when I jammed her arse but as my cock disappeared into the depth of an amazing tonsil tickle; I started with a series of deep groans which just became loud guttural; Orrhh’s.

Rachel had my complete man meat buried in her gob. Sensational; my eyes popping out of my skull; my temple throbbing; my breathing reduced to pants of rapid delight. My buttocks thrusting in and out of her face hole; I see my penis head at her lips; then the length of my rod; well swallowed.

Fuck she could suck. It was a full-service cock massage. I was groaning for my final release. I was in her mouth but her tongue somehow was a slippery slide for my dick to glide along.

She finished me with an exquisite shallow glans suck to maximise my cum explosion and then swallowed my load like it was her daily vitamin dose.

Hell; by the time we scrabbled back to a half decent look; we didn’t have time for an after-sex fag. Well, the game was actually over.

Chloe was sitting on the sideline striking up an instant friendship with Rachel’s daughter. Polite kids waiting for occupied adults and their accepting their vague excuses.

Well, suffice it to say; my partner Tammy was very pleased that I volunteered over the last six weeks of the indoor soccer season to escort Chloe to all her games: bonding; yeah, it’s what we do.

Bonding alright: Rachel and I created our own league out the back of the stadium and we both scored repeatedly.

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