I and the Soccer Girl Chapter 4
Lotta is planning a party for her birthday next week, and she has invited almost everyone she knows. But her actual birthday is today, and I'm allowed to come over and spend the day with her. Her mom, Fia, is going on a charter with a friend early in the morning, so I can come over before that. I got her a gift a week ago - birth control pills, which means no more annoying condoms.
I'm a bit early, but I don't think it's a problem. I notice Lotta's window is slightly open, so I decide to climb up and take a peek. To my surprise, she's still sleeping naked on her stomach. Maybe she overslept? I enter her room and decide to wake her up, being careful not to make any noise. The oven downstairs indicates that Fia might be about to wake her daughter, so I quickly set out to awake Lotta before that. I want to give her a little treat before the main event.
I know I can't waste any time, so I dive in and my goal is to make Lotta scream. I wrap my arms around her fit calves, and my tongue works like a drill between her cheeks. After a while, she wakes up and moans in surprise, and then she realizes that she's currently being eaten by her secret boyfriend while her mom is downstairs. She tries to suppress her moans, but I can tell she's enjoying it.
And soon, she detonates.
Me: Happy birthday, beautiful.
I need to leave quickly because Fia could return at any moment.
Lotta: How did you get in?
I point towards the window: You should close it. Anyone could've climbed in and had their turn with you.
Lotta smiles a little sheepishly and watches me climb out.
Me: I'll see you down there. Your presents are waiting.
I duck when the bedroom door opens, and later, Fia rings the bell.
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Me: Hello!
Fia: Hi! You must be William, right? Lotta has just woken up, but she should be here soon.
Me: Right, she's leaving for Greece, right?
Fia: Yes, exactly. And you should remind Lotta about her game that starts at 1:15 pm. She was late last time.
This is crazy. Her birthday schedule includes a charter, her mom leaving, and a time-sensitive game.
Me: I can definitely remind her when I leave. My own deadline is after 12:00 pm.
Lotta finally comes down the stairs, wearing a black fitness t-shirt with her team's logo and training shorts with the number 13 on them. No socks, though.
Lotta: Hi, William. Sorry, I'm a bit early.
Me: No problem at all! I needed someone to study with, and my friends weren't very interested.
Lotta: Yeah, but still... sorry.
Me: Again, don't worry. Happy birthday.
Fia: Couldn't you have worn something nicer, Lotta?
Lotta: I tried to be a little efficient and didn't think William cared.
Lotta's mom leaves the house after saying goodbye.
Lotta: I wanted to bring out some buns and cookies, but you might already be full from breakfast.
Me: The only breakfast I've eaten today is you, so I probably have space for more.
As we walk towards the kitchen, I slap her ass to get her attention.
Me: You can open your presents while we eat.
You've always been amazing to me, Lotta. Even before we shared intimate moments. Just seeing you without clothes on has made my obsession for you grow even more. I'd do anything for you, for your body. You're so hot and I want you back in my arms as soon as I let go. Anything beyond sex is not necessary right now, and I hope you're okay with that. With it being your birthday, there's no way I could deny you pleasure. Does that sound good?
I hug her tightly and give her a second kiss of the day.
Lotta - So what's the plan? Do you think you deserve a little pleasure too, spending the whole day with me?
Me - My pleasure comes from fucking you as hard as I can until you lose your voice. If you give me permission.
Lotta - You got it.
Me - On the floor.
Lotta - But cookies..?
Me - I said, on the floor. In doggy position. I've always wanted to fuck you while you're wearing those clothes. It'll give me a confidence boost to see a football player on my dick.
Lotta starts undoing the shorts.
Me - No, keep them on. And I said DOWN.
In the kitchen, I find a pair of scissors and take them back into the hallway. Lotta looks scared when she sees me with scissors.
My guy's dick gets harder when I see Lotta in position, on her elbows. I cut holes in the shorts, which, to my surprise, hide no underwear beneath. She planned to get fucked in these? I then take off all my clothes. I push her down into a bent position with her face cheek against the cold floor and her arms pulled back in my grasp.
I don't say anything but just launch myself at her like a catapult. She moans in pleasure. It's incredible how much nicer it feels to actually fuck her skin to skin. I give her a few harder, quicker thrusts, enjoying her body's waves showing through the thin fabric of the shorts. The dream of Lotta is fulfilled again as I see myself, William, fucking football Lotta. This is something no one else should have. I look at her again, completely naked, and see my target. She is terribly frightened but I don't care. I fuck her rapidly, not giving my dick a break until I release inside her and shout with joy.
Me - I'm going to fill you up until you look like a gigantic balloon. Understand?
I am answered with closed eyes, a wider mouth, and even more intense moans. This makes me go over the edge so I put my feet against hers, move my arms with a grip on her shoulders, and push her up and down against me in synchronization with my jerking, making my dick even faster and more powerful.
Me - I'm going to fill you up until you look like a big balloon. Do you understand?
I hear moans of pleasure, indicating that she's enjoying it. This gets me excited, so I hook my feet into hers, pull her arms, and sit on the couch with her on top of me.
Me - Comfortable?
Lotta - Extremely.
She smiles.
Lotta opens the first gift, which is a red corset and panties.
Lotta - What the...
Me - Your new outfit for the day, which you will wear later.
Lotta - How much?
Me - It cost a bit, but I'll get to fuck you in it, which made it worth it. Now open the next one.
Lotta opens the second gift and finds a blindfold and a gag. She covers her mouth and says,
Lotta - What if my mom saw this? She would kill you.
Me - Lucky I've gotten to have my fun before, then.
Lotta - Aren't you worried about your father?
Me - No, he started it.
We move to the couch, where I put all the presents on one of the cushions. I'm about to sit down, but grab Lotta and take off her shirt and bra, throwing them away. The shorts are still on. Then, I pick her up, place her on my hard-on as we sit on the couch.
Me - Comfortable?
Lotta - Extremely.
She smiles.
Lotta eagerly opens the first present, seeing a red corset and panties.
Lotta - What in the world...
Me - Your new fit for the day, which you're going to put on later.
Lotta - How much...?
Me - It cost a little money, but I'll get to fuck you in it, so it was worth it. Now open the next package.
Lotta opens the second package, surprised to find a blindfold and gag. She covers her mouth and asks,
Lotta - What if my mom saw this? She would kill you.
Me - Lucky I've already had my fun.
Lotta glances at the package before last and opens it. Inside, there are ropes. Let's see how tough Lotta feels now.
She asks, concerning the last package, "Do you have any regular packages?"
I reply, looking at it, "Of course!"
She opens it and finds a tall candle and a box of matches.
"Did you buy me a candle?" Lotta questions.
"I thought it was cute for a cute person," I respond.
Lotta sets the items aside. "Would you like some coffee? I haven't eaten anything today."
"Sure!"
I help her off me. "But, why don't you get ready first? Shower and change into '\'Lotta the slut\'. So all the buns and cookies or whatever you have, will be ready when you're done. I'll fix it!"
Lotta agrees, "Alright."
Twenty minutes later, Lotta emerges in a tight, sheer, red outfit that highlights her breasts in a way that seems impossible. Her long, white hair is freshly washed and her makeup enhances her already perfect face.
"Wow, you did it nicely," Lotta says.
"And you look incredible," I respond. "You're so perfect you're too good for me to handle."
Lotta spins to show off her outfit, and we meet halfway towards each other. She gives me a long, deep kiss and I squeeze her bottom tight.
We then head towards the conservatory where I've laid out a small picnic on a blanket. The view of the lake makes it feel very romantic.
"Wait, what if someone sees me?" Lotta says.
"It's fun having a little excitement in it," I reply. "You can be dressed however you like in your own home."
We lie down comfortably on the blanket and sip coffee. I can't stop thinking about how well I've done in life.
"I threw away my shorts. They smelled of semen, I think you spilled a little," Lotta says.
"I thought sperm was the best thing you knew?" I tease.
"No, I prefer it down my throat. Or maybe even more in my vagina now," Lotta responds.
"Have you ever fucked anyone without a condom before?"
"No, it was great. So warm," Lotta replies. "How was it for you?"
"Much better. To be skin to skin... I know I've made it," I say.
Lotta becomes a little embarrassed. "Then what's the best thing about me?"
"Your ass, it's probably the most valuable object on the planet. So big and nicely shaped. Your breasts, thighs, calves, waist and feet all make me rock hard. You are a treasure, Lotta. I'm sorry I don't take care of my own appearance as well."
"I don't need to worry about that. You've already shown me that the only thing I need to be satisfied by is good technique and... ah, a big penis for sure."
"Sounds like you're missing this one already."
I stroke my penis and attack Lotta. We lock eyes and mouths, and I slide my shaft into her. She wraps her legs and arms around me. I change my technique, pulling out completely before thrusting back in with force. Smack, smack, smack and Ah, Ah, Ah from Lotta are the only sounds heard as I move my mouth down to her neck and suck.
"Today, you'll get suction marks for life, slut," I tell her.
This nickname seems to excite her. I'm about to reach peak excitement when I change our position, with her legs bent 90 degrees so her feet are by my neck. I pump quite fast, and it's very arousing to see Lotta being dragged back and forth across the floor. As I don't want to cum yet, I lift her over my left shoulder and carry her upstairs. I open a door, "This is mom's bedroom," she informs me.
"I know, but we're going into yours next door."
The arousal of taking this submissive blonde, who is usually quite responsible and independent, in this bedroom is almost making me explode. I want her to be as naughty as possible. I drop Lotta down, adjust her position, and grip her neck in the sheets while I position my pulsating cock at her tiny hole, north of her pussy.
"Oh my god, wait William. Stop," Lotta protests.
"It's okay, don't fight me," I insist.
I do my best to enter, but it's not easy.
"Aaah, it hurts! Please, William!" she pleads.
After more complaints, I finally have my root reach the cheeks of her ass. "And...couch" I immediately cum.
"Wasn't the worst, was it?" I ask.
"Could you please go?" Lotta begs. "You're too big for me there."
Here's the paraphrased story:
I say to Lotta, "That lights me up, Lotta. Sorry."
Lotta responds, "But I'm terrified. Leave me alone."
I soothe her with gentle caresses on her back.
I tell her, "I'm not the enemy here, but I'll come back when I'm ready."
Lotta inquires, "What?!"
I explain, "I won't leave the most stunning girl's rear end without experiencing it at its full potential."
I withdraw my penis. Then, I hold onto Lotta's waist with both hands and thrust her back and forth in sync with my own movements while reveling in the semen coating my manhood, increasing our speed. Her cheeks redden, oscillating toward me, and Lotta's reactions during this entire act change from a piercing scream for help to high-pitched moans, edging me closer to climax. A lonely tear escapes from her chin, and I orgasm, spraying semen across her derriere like a faulty and violent water hose.
I remark, "By the way, that felt heavenly to stick it in you right here, I believe." I know she was on the other side of another door.
I venture downstairs and retrieve a couple of Lotta's gifts. I return with a rope and a blindfold that she tries preparing for. I force her onto her stomach, bind her hands to the headboard, and tie her feet to opposite ends of the bed – spreading her legs. Lotta deserves her own bit of pleasure, so I position myself between her large, spanked buttocks, my face pressed against hers, and devour her vagina like a starving man. The moans Lotta emits make my heart race. The beauty of girls lies in their ability to climax repeatedly without recovering, and I'm slightly envious. But I spend 90 minutes feasting on her, never stopping.
I head down the stairs and phone to order pizza delivery. I bring a ball gag and a vibrating dildo with me.
I insert the dildo into her rear entrance and start it.
Lotta lets out a scream, "AAAAA!!!"
I say, "It's okay; there's a pizza delivery man coming in a few minutes. You'll need to be quiet while he leaves the pizza."
I fasten the gag and place earbuds in her ears so I can creep up on her later without her noticing. However, I leave Lotta for a little longer than I mention.
When the pizza delivery guy enters the living room, I place the pizza on the table, take a seat, and dine on the meal myself in approximately 20-25 minutes. You'll understand why soon.
Upon returning to Lotta, her body looks exhausted and defenceless on the bed. Imagine how her mother would've reacted if she walked in and saw her like this. I untie her legs and flick up her backside, thrusting into her vagina with the vibrator, which stimulates her and me. Unable to speak, Lotta can only feel herself being violated. I withstand my urge to come but fail when confronted with her gorgeous form. Let me explain how she looks: a petite blonde with a derriere shaped like Valentine's Day. Her legs are muscly and lend themselves to the athletic abilities she possesses as she's part of an elite soccer team. Her perfect breasts are two things I'd go to great lengths to own. Her delicate feet are delightful to behold, and I'd love to lap at them with my tongue.
I climax.
Subsequently, I remove her limb restraints and retrieve the toys.
I inform Lotta, "Lunch is downstairs."
Despite her condition, she limps her way down the stairs, looking weak and sad.
She looks around the room, confused, and asks, "Where's the pizza?"
I smirk and take a few steps toward her as she coweres against a wall, frightened.
Lotta pleads, "Please, we don't have too...
I command her, "Face me."
Lotta hesitates but ultimately does as I demand.
"William, please," she mumbles.
I repeat, "TURN AROUND."
Lotta obeys, appearing terrified.
"You won't need to...", she tries to protest.
I instruct, "TURN AROUND. Right now."
Lotta obeys once more.
"You want to avoid having more than that?" I query.
Lotta refuses an answer.
I watch the clock and, when five minutes have passed, I approach her and say, "Time's up." She backs away against the wall, fearing for her safety.
"Please," she pleads.
"Turn around," I insist.
Her eyes widen in panic as she obeys and confronts my lewd gaze.
"Please," she begs.
"It's time," I...
She agrees. I remove her skimpy dress and toss it out the nearby open window, leaving her exposed.
I grasp her hair and compel her onto all fours, with her hips protruding towards me. I seize her bottom and thrust into her once again, this time quickly and forcefully.
Lotta's bad luck with her discoveries persisted, but my balloon fantasy was alive and well. I had sex with her on the kitchen counter, in the hallway again, over the bathroom sink, and even in her little sister's room. To conclude the night, I inserted one of the candles into her anus, blowing it out as I reached my climax, saying,
Me - Happy birthday.
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