Chapter 12: Julia

I had a brief chat on the phone with my fiancée when the team returned to the hotel; she had watched me on television at her friend’s house and was breathless as she described how majestic I looked seizing the oral virginity of the young player. The day had been awesome, in every way; the double dosing of sexual relief coupled fantastically with the progress on the pitch and our exuberance at our success translated into several bottles of beer each and a roaring celebration in a neighbouring restaurant.

The Welsh team disappeared into the Palermo night, sulking after their embarrassing defeat, but the players from Tallinn were in the hotel bar to wish us the best of luck in the semi-final. We appreciated their sportsmanship and they joined us for a round of drinks, that soon became several.

They approached the game in the same relaxed, competitive and fair-minded spirit that we possessed and we all enjoyed their raucous company. I drank with the midfield maestro who hacked my legs away in the match and her team mate who had fellated me to orgasm. The Estonians, Julia and Daniel, spoke good English, although we taught them several authentic British swear words and traded stories as we drank; she showed me scars, I showed her a couple of mine.

We were flirting; in my drunken haze, I wanted what I didn’t get after our victory. She teased: the brown-haired minx coquettishly squirmed in her seat with a deliciously inviting pout and subtly lowered the zip on her training top. There was a spark in her expression: a fire in the eyes, a lick of her lips and a fleeting touch on my hand. “We have some vodka upstairs,” Julia offered with a muffled whisper. “We love to share. Everything.”

I didn’t compute her offer at first, not focusing on the hidden subtext of her words as I focussed my attention the outline of her bosom. “Sure.” I accepted her unspecified offer and left the bar with the Estonian midfield general. Her partner followed.

Their room was as spartan as mine: they had two single beds squeezed together to make a double and Julia unzipped her training top the moment the door closed to show the breasts I had been entranced with since breakfast. “I wanted to pick you after the match,” I drunkenly admitted when I saw the enticing orbs again, glancing at Daniel watching on the periphery of our flirting. “But Dmitri got to you first.”

“And if we’d have won, I’d have picked you. You squealed like a baby when I tackled you, I want to have you begging for mercy on the end of my strap-on.”

I snorted. “My fiancée has one. We play with it often.”

“I fuck, like I tackle.”

“Mistimed?”

“Hard.” Her voice snarled as she spoke. “Very, very hard.”

“Well maybe later.” She tried to read my evasive expression but there was nothing to read; I was happy to “go with the flow” but there was no way she was going to crack open her strap-on to pound my backside when I was cold; I needed to be touched, to fire the engine up and to relax.

Daniel looked reticent, like he was being coerced onto a scary roller-coaster, but Julia slipped her hand into the waistband of his training bottoms and lowered them to the floor. He gasped as his prick bounced into view; she kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth until his reluctance was sucked out of him. She explored his wriggling body with her hands and slowly rubbed the end of his cock.

“I want you to go down on me.” Her gaze flicked over her shoulder towards me; my cock tensed into an erection as I stared at her naked frame and lithe sexiness. She broke from her midfield partner, and pointed to the bed, positioning me across the duvet so my head was on the edge of the mattress before positioning her naked body over me. “Now fuck me,” she demanded of her team-mate, as her clit fell onto my tongue.

I watched, in slow motion, as her partner’s erect cock brushed against the top of my face: it smelt delightfully sapid and I ran my tongue instinctively across the base of his shaft sliding towards her. He tasted of man; taking me back to the debauchery of the office blow jobs and our changing rooms. He tasted of musky, sweaty, hunking brutishness that I just adored to have slipping between my lips and sucking until the owner squealed into a conquering climax to fill my mouth with cum. He tasted of sin and taboo: a teenage cock that I wanted to have on my tongue.

But it wasn’t for me. Julia sighed as the cock parted her lips and not mine, sliding into her sanctuary with the sexiest of whimpers. His young balls bounced over the bridge of my nose as his shaft stuffed her pussy. I longed to kiss them or to suck them, but I had Julia’s clit in my mouth, and swirled my tongue over her moist button. My fingers toyed with her nipples.

She was fragrant and sweet; a beautiful honey from the shores of the Baltic, squirming lust and juices onto my tongue. She writhed; her fingers poked gently at my balls before sliding a wet, slippery finger onto my perineum.

I parted my legs further as her finger delved deeper, pushing at my ring of muscle and sliding inside with little resistance. Her touch felt cold and lubricated, wet and slimy. I relaxed, enjoying the slide of her finger against my skin and her trembling body cried louder at the lustful touches she adored.

Daniel’s thrusting was deep and powerful, jolting her body forward with every ram of his prick into her dripping pussy. Her juices flowed, her cries vocal, as her body writhed with unrelenting zeal at her first orgasm.

Daniel came on her second; his cock buried deep into her pussy as his muscles quivered and pumped his semen into her trembling cunt. “Clean him,” she demanded as Daniel withdrew his prick from her, covered in his cum as strings of his semen dripped from her hole.

My cock tensed; I wanted to taste him. I opened my mouth, and pushed my head back into the mattress as my lips savoured him properly for the first time. I swirled my tongue over his goo and sucked in his muskiness: a treat for the senses, an explosion of lust on my lips.

He whimpered as his prick was cleaned of his cum; she sighed as I returned to her dripping hole to suck the mess from her cunt. The ooze slipped into my mouth as gravity pulled the cum onto my lips and my taste-buds.

Her thighs squeezed my ears, my eyes focused on the dripping lust hanging from the midfielder’s quivering cunt. The sucking of his cum from her luscious hole was too much for her, and she came again. A soft, low rumbling climax: her fingers stroked my nipples and then squeezed them, drawing pleasure into pain as her orgasming cunt fired the remaining cum into my mouth.

“Ouch,” I moaned as she swung her legs off my sodden face and I soothed my abused nipples. I wiped her moistness on my face with my hands. She said nothing as she reached into her athletics bag to remove her strap-on dildo, harness and condom.

I watched her with a wry smile as she lubed the condom-clad dildo. “I’m going to fuck you.” I melted at those words in her Baltic accent; she was going to take me. Not asking to, or requesting it, but going to. A confident person making such sexual demands always melted any resistance and it drew my cock stiff. I could not resist her order and my arousal surged as she grabbed hold of my ankles to pull me towards her.

Her black dildo glistened in the under-illuminated room. She lifted my legs into the air as her right hand squirted ManLube against my hole. “We only bought this because you guys advertise it,” she admitted, showing me the bottle before discarding it on the bed.

“Oh ... ummmm!”

Her finger worked the clear goo into my anus before positioning her toy against my skin. She looked at me in the eyes, gently working the prick into my rear and beaming as I was penetrated. I gulped, feeling the smooth phallus slip inside me.

Her thrusts were gentle and smooth, her expression firm and unwavering. With each movement the cock slipped a little deeper, each thrust a little harder and faster. She was building up to her rhythm, while watching me for signs of distress. But it felt good; the smooth act of submission always did.

I drifted into her beat, savouring every slap of her skin on mine and delighting in the bounce of her strap-on against my prostate. My loins sizzled, my cock twitched with the thrust of her toy into my arse.

“That feels so good.” It really did. I savoured every powerful thrust of her cock, every sinful slap of her thighs, every twinkle in her eye and every movement on my ankles. I whimpered, squealed and murmured at her rampant rodgering; she grunted and panted. Daniel’s wide eyes breathed in the sight before him, gently stroking his cock and already erect again.

My ass was being plowed. Without mercy or relief; she was fucking my butt like a woman possessed. My erect dick leaked pre-cum constantly, the clear viscous liquid rolling down my waist and pooling on the mattress below.

She barked in her mother tongue; her boyfriend passed her two condoms. She threw one onto my hairy chest and passed one back to her team mate, gently withdrawing her cock from my butt. I rolled the see-through sheath down my cock as I missed her strap-on; I wanted to be filled again and Daniel looked directly at me, reaching for my ankles.

I smiled as Julia leant over him to pull my right leg up and she barked at him. “Fuck him!” He slowly pushed his cock into my stretched, open hole.

I groaned as the real cock occupied my mind, rubbing against my prostate as she swung her legs over me: the harness discarded obscenely on the floor of her hotel room. Her wrists grabbed mine and pressed me into the mattress, seizing control as she positioned her cunt over the tip of my condom-covered cock.

It was the grunts behind her, of Daniel, plowing my arse with his teenage cock that I felt and adored. The plundering of a straight man by choice by another man was a mindfuck; the fact he was fifteen years my junior made it even hotter.

Julia impaled herself on my cock as I was pounded by Daniel; every penetrating thrust vibrated my body and made my loins dance with delight. He was a good fuck; pressing firm and hard as he rammed into me. I wanted more; I longed for him to go faster, go deeper and plunder me. I wanted a cock in my mouth and another two in my hand. I wanted to be taken and degraded in a debauched orgy of bisexual lust.