The Rugby Team's Origin Story
As I approached my mid-thirties, I realized that after experiencing countless relationships and sexual encounters, I had begun to see very little difference between the women I would meet from then on. Rather than feeling jealous like in my twenties, I found myself yearning for a woman who was sexually experienced and didn't play games. Following the advice of my colleagues, I decided to seek out a down-to-earth, all-American girl for companionship. In the summer of 2018, I came across Kelly, who turned my perspective completely around.
This woman possessed an early-thirty look with a natural blonde hair color and straight bangs that framed her blue eyes, a slightly upturned nose, red lipstick, a simple choker necklace, firm and round DD breasts, and firm denim shorts that accentuated her curvy butt. Despite her coy and sarcastic demeanor, she stripped off those shorts on our first date, exposing a pair of regular grey underwear that was soaked with excitement. I could see the anticipation of her pulsating, open pussy underneath the fabric.
Kelly and I bonded instantly, as she proved to be equally thrilled by my sizable, 7.5-inch cock that was coated in precum. With this, she continued to suck me as if she had been a professional blowjob artist for years. Throughout their time together, she eagerly begged me to "fuck me hard" while her holes expanded to accommodate my girth. My cock produced a pressure spray of squirt, which frightened and yet excited me. She proceeded with enthusiasm, squirting uncontrollably and openly lubricating my balls in a squelch-riding position. As I felt my imminent orgasm approaching, Kelly slid off and gobbled up both my warm load and the remnants of her own squirt with a burp and a satisfying swallow.
A few days later, I found myself in conversation with my friend's ex-girlfriend, Cara, who commented on how I had met someone like me.
"She's a slut," Cara professed. "I've seen her at several parties and I don't like how she carries herself."
"That's a laugh," I quipped. "You're just upset that I found someone else."
In the back of my mind, I was well aware that Cara was a highly promiscuous woman who had slept with most of her ex's friends, except me. Though she could be fun to be around and always had great weed, I couldn't approve of her actions.
Throughout the summer, Kelly and I grew closer, while Cara began displaying her own attention-seeking behaviors, like blocking me at bars or causing unnecessary chaos. Kelly and I became more intimate, with Cara suddenly flirting more and embracing me. Cara was equally attractive, with dark hair that was styled to resemble a loose wave and brown eyes. She carried noticeable shoulder tattoos and a nose ring. She had a history of engaging in trashy behavior, including engaging in orgies in a clubhouse garage and taking turns with men who were offering her coke. Knowing this, I tried my best to keep Kelly and Cara from bonding over their shared depravity.
One day, Kelly suggested I buy a motorcycle.
"It's really hot," she insisted.
Since Kelly was an enthusiast, this advice seemed sound. I later learned that Kelly was fond of hanging out at her friend's biker club, where she would consume cheap beer and lift her shirt to display her ample breasts for the guys to admire while sitting on a cheap couch in the clubhouse garage and allow them to fondle her chest. The thought of her participating in a confirming orgy and receiving a hard, face-destroying fuck while upside down on the couch turned me on significantly. I was torn between the knowledge of her past actions and my curiosity to explore her desires further with her.
After hearing the news and deciding to buy the bike, Cara was the first one to call for a ride on the back while Kelly was still at work. Anxious for my first passenger, she got on the bike like a pro, wearing black denim shorts and a loose fitting white T-Shirt that was tied up under her own braless DD's. We headed to a nearby overlook, where I could feel her breasts and hard nipples pressing against my back as she adjusted her hold. One of her hands came close to the belt buckle and the bulge of my pants.
"I'm horny," she whispered through the helmet's ear hole.
As an inexperienced motorcyclist, I tried to focus on the road. When we arrived at the park, Cara made me take pictures of her posing and playfully teasing me. She looked incredibly sexy, but I started thinking about Kelly and my friendship, and remembered the golden rule. I knew if I slept with her, she would tell Kelly and want to hang out all the time. It would be a dead end.
Cara had seen a photo of my cock once before, and when I dropped her off and went inside, she started talking about giving the best head. We were both extremely horny by now, and she asked if we could just "play" one time.
"Okay, but we're not going to have sex," I said.
"Then maybe I should just cover my eyes and let you put your dick in my mouth?" she suggested.
Although I didn't want to break the rules, I was slowly giving in.
"Take your shirt off," I told her.
She took off her T-shirt, revealing her braless breasts which looked similar to Kelly's, but with darker, flatter nipples and less bounce. I had just stopped at an auto parts store that morning, and I took a clean funnel from my bike's storage.
"What are you going to do with that?" Cara inquired.
"You're going to get on your knees with your eyes blindfolded and put this in your mouth while I jack off into it," I replied.
She eagerly agreed, tying a bandana around her eyes. She got on her knees, spread her legs wide, and unzipped her tight denim shorts to reveal her bald, stubble-covered pussy. We were both drenched in sweat from the motorcycle ride and she began masturbating her clit while I looked at her. I took a funnel out of my bag.
"What are you going to do with that?" she asked.
"You're going to suck on this while I masturbate," I instructed.
She bent over and put the funnel between her teeth. I took a good look at her, with her wet hair and tits moving up and down with each breath, then started masturbating while rubbing my dick on her cheeks and resting my balls on her chin. Halfway through, I took the funnel out and replaced it with my ballsack and choad, which she hungrily licked and wagged her tongue towards my anus.
"Don't move!" I commanded.
I spanked her face and stroked my cock towards the funnel. She placed one tit against her hand while she continued fingering her pussy.
"I want your cum!" she cried through the funnel. "Please!"
The vibration from her moans was building up the semen until I couldn't hold back any longer, and I shot it into the funnel and into her mouth. She started bucking and cumming hard while maintaining her position on the floor, not wanting to let the cum spill out. I replaced the funnel and filled it up again.
"Stop moving!" I said.
She obeyed, and I kept pumping until the load sprayed into the funnel and into her mouth. She screamed and started cumming hard while jerking off with her other hand. The semen filled the funnel while she continued moaning and cumming. I then took the funnel out and she opened her eyes.
"Clean yourself up," I ordered.
I threw her shirt at her and she wiped her face with it before I left.
When I went to pick up Kelly the next morning, a similar sequence of events unfolded. But as she climbed onto the bike, I could see the distinct shape of a butt plug wedged inside her high-waisted, denim-covered behind. The ride was soon over, and for the first time, I had sex with her thick, curvy ass. The rubbery seat of the bike, damp with summer perspiration, served as lube as she lay flat on her back with her legs raised in front of her, fingers nearby. Attempts to talk were fruitless, for my 7.5-inch dick stuffed inside her anus and firmly gripped by the shapely muscles, allowed for no convincing speech. Instead, she could only keep her mouth wide open in slobbering ecstasy, her eyelids fluttering open and shut as the pleasure took over her. The phrase "backseat" took on a whole new meaning.
Discreetly concealed beneath a pillow, the funnel came to use when it was time to climax. I grasped it, directing the immense, motorbike-scented load into her mouth, just like I had done to Cara's. This time, Kelly swallowed the entirety of the load, her circular, wide open asshole gapped and breathless in anticipation of more. Once she finished, I let her suck on my motorcycle-shaped dick as she masturbated, her moans muffled by the seat. To soothe her down, I softly licked the cum that trickled out of her gaping anal opening, gradually returning her sphincter to its regular size.
It wasn't until we were all together on the following Saturday at a nearby Rugby Club... that some truly wild events would take place.
(To be continued...)
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