Chapter 2

She guessed my curiosity, or perhaps simply elected to explain the obvious. She pulled her mouth away from mine to tell me “I took them off before the game started. I was bound and determined someone was going to have me before the night was over. If it turned out to be in the ladies room I wanted to be ready.” With that she locked her mouth back to mine.

Suddenly we were interrupted by the second half kick off. Sally dropped back to the floor and headed for the TV. I followed, wondering if this meant it would be the end of the game before we got started again. I hoped not, after all, I was hotter than the proverbial two dollar pistol.

Probably I wasn’t going to have to wait. As I followed her I had to carefully step over her blouse, then her bra and finally her skirt. She made a rapid detour through the kitchen reappearing with two beers, already open. How did she do it so fast? She handed me one, raised an eyebrow, and said “Aren’t you overdressed and underequiped?”

As I stood rooted to the floor, she turned and walked to the couch. To the back of the couch to be precise. Taking a deep guzzle of her beer, she carefully leaned over the back of the couch. My paralysis deepened as all I could see was two stocking clad legs in heels and her nice round ass. She whooped, “C’mon damnit! Ain’t got all night.” I couldn’t tell if she was referring to me or to the Cowboys but thought I better get a move on regardless.

I kicked my boots off and rushed to the bedroom. I frantically pulled open drawers until I secured my harness and a promised 9 inch attachment for it. I got my shirt and bra off, and then hopped back out into the living room while trying to get my jeans off and the straps on. Fortunately I had forgone panties also.

Nude except for the harness I walked up behind Sally. I slid my hands over her hips and began rubbing big circles over the firm ass cheeks. I felt the muscles under the skin bunch and I grinned. I knew what she was expecting and didn’t want to disappoint her.

Smack! My right hand rose and fell. SMACK! My left hand followed suit. She moaned and her ass pushed up at me. I gave her a couple more good slaps and figured I had her tenderized. I pressed the head of the strapon against her pussy. I could feel it slide up her, parting her already wet lips.

I paused and shook my hips in a circle. As I had expected, the friction of the head of the dildo led to a flood of her juices that coated it. With one strong heave I drove the entire length of the womancock into her. My hands gripped her hips and pulled her back against me until her now slightly pink ass bounced up against me.

Sally let out a noise that seemed halfway between a scream of delight and a moan of what-the-hell-did-you-just-do-to-me. Her hands were locked on the couch cushions, her knuckles white. Her face was fixed on the TV although I couldn’t tell if she was actually watching the game or not. She was whooping and hollering, but I had already learned that she had a fondness for more than one kind of game.

I drew all the way back until just the head remained in her and then thrust home again. Getting a very satisfactory “Gaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwddddd yesssssss” from her confirmed I was doing things right and I settled into a steady rhythm of pounding her hot pussy. She punched her hips back at me with every stroke, showing those legs had muscles as well as damn attractive curves.

I was enjoying myself. I do like banging a femme like a screen door in a high wind and she was really helping her own cause with her mingled yells at me and at the Cowboys. I was having such a good time that I missed the signals of her upcoming orgasm. How much internal muscular control Sally had was astoundingly evident when she did come. Her pussy clamped down on the dildo with such force it stopped me in full forward thrust. The end result of that movement was to cram the base inside me and crush my already swollen clit against it and trigger my own coming. I celebrated it by matching her scream with mine and landing another full arm slap to each on her ass cheeks.

As soon as her pussy released my cock I staggered to the end table and grabbed my beer. I swallowed the rest of it and managed to make it to the refrigerator and get two more. Returning to the living room I handed one over the back of the couch to her. Her head tipped back and she chugged the whole thing without drawing a breath. Being polite, I waited until she finished before stepping back up to her. As she tossed the empty bottle on the floor, I pulled her cheeks apart and slammed the dripping dildo up her ass.

Every other time I’ve done that to a femme she screams, begs for mercy and cries. Sally belched deeply and yelled “About damn time!” over her shoulder at me. The entire length of the black shaft disappeared inside her and I began to wonder if the woman had any limits at all.

Apparently she didn’t. Suddenly my cell phone rang from where I had dropped it, keys and other articles on the couch. Without her eyes leaving the screen or her body stopping its rocking against me she grabbed it up and flipped it over her shoulder to me. I was so surprised at her aim I actually caught it.

“Hello?” I managed to pant into the phone.

For the life of me I could not even think who ‘me’ could possibly be for a few seconds. “Oh, Hi Sandra,” I finally managed to respond.

“I thought I’d catch you there,” she said smugly. I almost looked over my shoulder to see where she was that allowed her to catch me when I heard her go on. “You went to Antoine’s didn’t you?”

Since that was the truth I answered I had.

“Oh the game must really be good. I can hear the noise.”

The noise was in fact Sally yelling loud enough to be heard on the street, “Go damnit go, go damnit go, GO DAMNIT GOOOOOO!” Since the game was on commercial break I was pretty sure this time it concerned only my performance.

“Yeah,” I managed to reply, my teeth clenched to keep from screaming. “Its something alright.”

“I’ll let you go then. I just wanted to tell you I’m here and I’ll be back next week.”

“Okay, I’ll see ya then.”

I snapped the phone shut and returned to pounding Sally’s ass. She had slid back towards me a bit. Looking for a new hold I leaned over her and grabbed her tits. They fit very nicely in my hands and I squeezed them tightly as I fucked us both to glory. This time I came first. This was a very good thing because she came so violently that her bucking hips and grasping hands actually flipped me right over her and onto the couch, still holding her breasts.

“Dayum, that was something,” Sally commented. She walked, still wearing her heels, to the kitchen and returned with yet another two beers. Plopping down next to me on the couch, she passed one to me, mumbled “Mud in your eye,” and leaned against me to watch the game. I managed to feebly untie the straps and stretch out on the couch. Sometime in the fourth quarter I fell asleep.

When I woke up the TV was replaying some long ago college game. I was alone, covering in a light blanket and the lights were dimmed. Fumbling for the lamp, my hand brushed a piece of paper. I turned on the lamp and read the note

“Hey Rizzo,” the note read. “You missed a good finish. Cowboys won in overtime. I’ll lock up behind me. I have a cab on the way. This was fun, lets think about doing it again sometime.”

Amazing. I realized that little middle-aged femme had worn me completely out. That’s never happened before. But I sure hope it will happen again.

(Thanks for reading. Feedback is always appreciated. Thank you as always Marian and Dotrice both for comments and suggestions.)