Volleyball Season F22/F23 [strapon, ass eating, light humiliation] – Short Sex Story

Carol Lane leapt through the air. Her tall skinny form made a perfect arch, her small breasts strained against her tight shirt, her feet pointed behind her, her hand stretched high. Then she snapped her body forward like a whip. Her hand struck the volleyball popped her way perfectly. It sang as it torpedoed through the air, over the net, only to be stopped dead in its tracks and drop down to her side of the court with a disappointing dut dut dut. The whistle to end the game followed shortly after.

Carol’s feet touched ground and she stumbled forward, right into a familiar form that was already ducking under the net. Bruhmilda Abrahams was the captain of the Lady Hawks, an all girls volleyball club and current league favorites. She had a thick bush of curly red hair that she never bothered to tie up despite the fact that it bounced all around her face during a game, long shapely legs, muscular arms, and a rack that every athletically built girl could only dream of. She was also Carol’s biggest rival on the court.

“Easy there, Lane.” Bruhmilda had a smug game winning grin on her face, “We can’t have you fall on your face. After all, you still have a post-game promise to keep. You did lose after all,” Bruhmilda’s grin grew even wider.

Carol went white as a sheet. She’d actually forgotten about the punishment since she never expected to lose. She tried to play it off with a flippant, “Easy there yourself, Abrahams. I wouldn’t pull out on a wager.”

“I won’t pull out at all,” Bruhmilda purred and Carol went a strange shade of pink as her blush and her white-faced fear battled for territory on her face.

Carol spluttered an excuse, ran out on the post-game handshakes, and found herself in the locker room with her head pressed against the cool wall. Her breath was coming in gasps. “I gotta get out of here,” she muttered and turned…straight into her foe.

“Now now, Lane. A bet is a bet,” Bruhmilda placed her hand on Carol’s chest just below her throat and firmly pushed her back against the wall. “What was our bet again, Lane?”

The room was slowly filling up with members from both teams, none of them there to shower. Carol answered in a barely audible whisper.

“What was that, Lane?” Bruhmilda had a predatory grin on her face as her hand moved higher, almost wrapping around Carol’s throat.

“The loser eats the winners ass and gets fucked with a strap…for…for everyone to see,” Carol’s mouth went even drier and she stopped talking.

The red head woman’s smile softened and her hand dropped, “good,” she said, “I was worried we’d have to tie you down.” Then, without preamble she stripped down naked, bent over a bench, and spread her cheeks. “Now come take a bite of your consolation prize.”

Fuck it,” Carol muttered under her breath. She steeled herself and hot her head in the game. This was just one more grueling practice session, one more hill, one more opponent. For a moment she wondered of her boyfriend, but she quickly put that out of her head. Mike would never understand. All punishments were strictly confidential. And despite the rivulets of sweat still running down Bruhmilda’s back and crack, and the fact that her asshole was winking at Carol in a disturbingly inviting way, at least the woman was hairless.

The thin blonde kneeled behind Bruhmilda. She took a breath through her mouth, closed her eyes, and buried her head between the red head’s cheeks. The first thing that hit her was the smell. It was…it actually wasn’t bad. Sort of like the forest after the rain, if the forest after the rain also smelled like sweat and mustiness. The second thing was the feeling of Bruhmilda’s asshole against her tongue. It was puckered, yes, but it was so smooth and inviting. It opened up for her as her tongue rolled over it and she actually heard herself moan in anticipation. She expected her opponent to goad her for her slip, but the shapelier girl moaned right back. The crowd was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Feeling encouraged, Carol grabbed Bruhmilda’s hips and pressed her tongue deep into the pink puckered hole. She was rewarded by a slight buckle in the woman’s stance and another long moan. She pulled out, back in, two, four, six, eight more times. Then, she let her tongue slip out and roll over the now puffy raised skin of Bruhmilda’s rosebud like it was a clit. She licked it slowly and deliberately at first with long hard strokes, then a little faster the strokes growing shorter until finally her tongue was flicking it like a bead.

She removed one hand from the redhead’s hips, ran it up her inner thigh and found her absolutely soaked pussy. She immediately shoved two fingers deep inside the wet warm slit. Bruhmilda may act like she’s the main bitch in the kennel, but Carol captained her own team and knew how to take charge. Her fingers danced in and out of the woman spread before her and Carol’s tongue once again pushed deep into Bruhmilda’s tight asshole.

The tension that gripped the room broke when Bruhmilda screamed as she came. Hoots and whistles came from the people around them. But like in any serious game, Carol couldn’t even hear the crowd. She stood up and whipped Bruhmilda around pulling the shaking sweaty girl into an earth shattering kiss. Her hand was once again between the redhead’s legs now working her swollen clit. Bruhmilda returned the favor expertly and soon both of them were moaning and writhing on each other’s fingertips as they climaxed.

Dazed, Carol let Bruhmilda guide her onto the floor. Someone handed the redhead a long black strapon, much larger but luckily thinner than Mike’s 6 inches, and she strapped it onto her waist. Carol spread her legs and Bruhmilda lifted them into the crooks of her elbows before sliding her smooth black cock inside Carol.

Carol cried out immediately and once again there was a cheer because Bruhmilda wasn’t holding back. She found a slow smooth rhythm and as she supported Carol’s legs she fucked her tight wet pussy with long deep strokes that had their pelvis bones bumping against each other and Carol screaming for more.

“More?” Bruhmilda teased.

“More.” Carol insisted.

“Whatever I want?” the thick redhead replied.

“Anything, just make me yours,” the thin blonde begged. The redhead immediately complied. The cock slipped out of Carol and she whimpered with displeasure, but then it was somewhere else.

Carol wanted to say wait. The dildo was just so big. But she was no stranger to anal and god knows, she wanted more. So she lifted her legs higher.

The defeated captain gave one long keening cry as the cock pushed deep inside her ass. She groaned as fingers pressed against her clit and she screamed with pain and pleasure as Bruhmilda began to move. Soon the dildo was reaching spots she didn’t know existed. The redhead reached around pushing her fingers into Carol’s slightly unkempt bush and expertly worked her hard clit. She, in turn, began to shake uncontrollably as she came over and over again.

This went on for a long time, the strap changing hands, tongues trading holes, and the room slowly growing empty until there was only the redhead and the blonde and the cries of their ecstasy.

NSFW: yes


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