The day hadn't officially begun for me, but my phone was ringing incessantly. My brain fuzzily went through the motion of booting up, checking it's memory and available space before turning on the cameras which were my eyes.
I clumsily reached for the phone, not even daring to look at the glare which the screen was giving to see who it was.
"Hello", I croaked.
"Hi. Is that you George?" came a voice which I did not immediately recognize.
"Yep. All of me. Who is it please?"
"It's me, Mel... Melanie, we met at the principal's office, and, uh... later on at the locker room."
I smiled to myself. Well well... I decided to play dumb.
"Oh, hi Mel. Yeah, apologies, I'm not much of a morning person."
"Listen," she said, "I just want to thank you for yesterday."
"Oh, that's cool. No problem. You needed the massage. Your back was in an awful shape."
"I know. But also the extra bit made it even more awesome. I didn't get to pay you back."
Again, a smile crept to my lips.
"Think nothing of it." I told her. "It's a sort of specialty of mine. No charge."
We laughed, the ice breaking very rapidly.
"Well, I needed it. I've rarely felt so... fulfilled, for want of a better word."
"Seems like it. You zonked out immediately after your... uh... fulfill-ment!"
Another laugh.
"My god that was intense. To be honest, I didn't expect it to end the way it did, but I'm glad it did. I slept like a baby last night as well!"
"You slept like a baby immediately" I replied.
"Jesus how embarrassing." Melanie said.
I smiled again, replying that it would have been most upsetting to me if she hadn't. That was the whole point of the massage and happy ending, at least for most of the people I did my work on.
"I can't imagine what the team will make of you. Our previous masseuse was very short and to the point."
"I'll see how to manage the foot traffic then won't I? I answered.
"Listen, the team has a game today, around five. It's at the nearby university, Rutlidge, a few miles away. Why don't I pick you up, say around noon? We'll make a day out of it. Have time to talk about the team.
Perhaps we can set up a plan, training, formations, and such. We're already qualified for the state finals, so we can afford some changing and chopping to test strengths and weaknesses. Perhaps introduce new blood to the team."
It wasn't a problem for me, and the dean had hinted in no uncertain terms that with his time closing in, he would like to go out on a high. Ot more accurately, with a trophy win.
"I have no other appointments today, so yeah, that sounds good to me."
"Great, pick you up at noon alright?" she asked.
I looked at my watch, noting there were nearly three hours to spare.
"Sure. How are we getting there?" I asked.
"We can get the school team bus.." she said.
I replied that I had a better idea. I offered my motorbike and that I would pick her up at noon if she sent me her address.
Melanie called the captain that she would be having her usual pep talk in the dressing rooms about ninety minutes before the match. There was already a festive air around the squad. Following the defeat of their close rivals the night before, it was now a certainty that state finals were centered and the match was nothing but a formality to go through.
The coach advised the gang that our newest physical trainer and masseur was a guy.
"What's the big deal?" answered Williams.
"Well, I know that in the dressing rooms most of you only dress at the last moment and I want you to advise the players. If they are okay with being in the buff then it's ok by me and George. Just a heads up, that's all." said Mel.
"OK coach. I'll tell the girls. But none of us really care much. We've had male coaches and physios. And none of us are under eighteen either. Thanks though."
Mel hung up and we left the college campus to drive the sixty odd miles to Rutlidge. It was a beautifully cool day. A bit of high clouds which were perhaps the portent of some rain later on, but for the moment it was just us and the open road. I loved the old Harley, bequeathed to me by my father, and I had racked up an impressive mileage on it.
I parked in one of the many car parks, opting for the ground level close to the guardroom. It seemed he was a bike fan too, owning a similar, but older machine. He punched our ticket as a way of appreciation. There are still good people around.
Melanie and I enjoyed the early afternoon just walking around town. She became quite 'chummy' and 'clingy', although I must say that at no time did it bother me. It was rather the contrary.
We window shopped, knowing that I couldn't even hope of carrying something on the old bike. Eventually we stopped by the Sports Center and spent far more time than necessary admiring equipment we could use for the team. Mel asked for assistance and we were assured by a most obliging sales rep that we could order on invoice as long as we had an officially recognized tax number. They could also offer delivery if required.
Mel took to her phone again and the dean approved any purchase of up to five grand as long as proper invoicing was involved. We took our time and eventually settled for a couple of massage beds, UV lamps, ice-bags and light ankle weights. The beds were the most expensive by far and we overran our budget by a hundred dollars. A paltry sum we had no trouble in believing would be approved. A quick phone call by the sales rep to the college confirmed our order and we signed for the goods.
From then on it was a quick step to the Food Court, where we indulged ourselves in a good meal and a beer. The hours had sped by without my even noticing them, and we strolled towards the stadium, Melanie insisting on holding my hand. No sweat though. I didn't mind. It was quite comfortable really. Strange.
Approaching the small stadium, we presented our passes and made our way into the visitors dressing room. Mel knocked on the door, making our presence known. She could have dropped a bomb for all the good it did. The girls acknowledged our presence with a 'hi' and a wave, but barely flinched from their various state of undress. A few of the girls were still in street clothes, but the greater majority were either totally nude, or close to it as much as possible.
To a man, this would seem like a slice of heaven. I was a man, and it was. The lack of inhibitions and shyness astounded me. I expected it from the guys in the football team, but not from women, and with such lack of discretion.
I smiled goofily at this show of flesh. Although I half expected it, I was totally taken back by how much the players were lacking up top. It was only natural, but some of these girls could go topless on a beach, gather their hair under a hat, and nobody would be any wiser that they weren't men.
They weren't what you would call totally flat, but the larger number were incredibly close to having nothing. This would be attributable to the amount of running, and breast tissue was just fat. Another good amount of the players were simply totally nude and it did not faze anyone a bit.
I tried to take in the players surnames as Mel introduced me to the eighteen players, but in reality, they all whizzed over my head except for the leader of the team. Williams came forward and shook my hand, wearing only her socks.
A quick hug, sporting style, and I was soon sporting a heavy one. Quite unavoidable really. Fuck that was hot.
"Can we talk to you for a moment?" I asked Williams.
"Sure. Let's head to the coach's room."
As we followed her naked form to the tiny room meant for one-to-one talks, it amazed me that she had not bothered to wear at least even a shirt and I think she noticed me looking at her rather shyly.
"What?" she inquired.
"Well, I've handled many a physio session in men's locker rooms. And to be fair I didn't expect you to be all so nonchalant about nudity." I replied.
"Doesn't bother us none at all."
"Ok then. I'm cool with it as well."
"So, fire away..." she said.
"This is the last match of the season. We're through to the state finals commencing in two weeks. Coach Mel will agree with me that we need a full strength squad for the matches. Do you get my drift?"
"Totally."
"I want to lead the warming up session with one gentle warning. I do NOT want injuries today. I want the squad to lay off the heavy tackling. This is one match I do not have any interest at all in the final result.
In this match I will be gauging fitness levels and I want all of you to come out of this in a good state. I honestly think we have a strong chance at the final four in the national championship pool. We can win this. But only if we are at full strength."
Mel nodded along with my words, agreeing with my stance.
"We will treat this match as if it was a friendly. We are talking to you apart from the others because you can marshal the players on the field. I don't want crazy lunges or silly challenges. Now let's go give that pep-talk to the other players." Mel said.
"I understand and agree with you both" said Williams, "this is one of our strongest teams ever. Three of our best will be leaving college at the end of the year and we have never had a better chance. Leave it to me. They always listen to my words."
I led the way out, preferring to not have to stare at Williams' bouncy butt on the way out, but it was to no avail. Some of the players were doing their stretching routines, still patently nude. Many a slit was being stretched, and many a butt hole was being shown. I tried to ignore this orgy of young womanhood, to no avail.
"Okay everyone" I said, clapping my hands. "I need you all to put training vests and shorts and to follow me on to the pitch for some warming up. According to my records, there have been too many muscular injuries and we need to reduce those drastically. Two minutes. Hop to it."
It took five minutes to assemble the whole squad and lead them on to the bumpy pitch of the Harlequins. I examined the ground and found it to be very unyielding. Patches of grass were completely missing in some areas, and this partly explained the peril the Rutlidge Harlequins were in. Passing the ball along the ground with accuracy on such a pitch was unthinkable.
We took a slow walkabout on the turf, highlighting potential injury sections. After that it was a brisk walk around the pitch perimeter, greeting the crowd, especially young children who I always hope to impress and interest in the sport.
Football (or Soccer) was on the rise in the US and was the sport which was on the top of the rankings. The USA had won another Olympic Gold Medal and we were celebrating that as well.
I grabbed a net full of small footballs which Wiliams and the others had signed, and passed them on to these young fans. Yes, they were Harlequins followers, but sport was sport and I enjoyed these little meetings. It was all new to the Medford squad but I could see that our players were pleasantly happy with it.
We made it a point to stop by with people who had children with special needs. Those parents were always worthy of any little help and encouragement. At one point, one of our players, was about to gift her shirt to a special fan, but I asked her if she had a training top on and she bashfully remembered she had nothing underneath.
Granted, as one of the fittest, she had practically no breasts at all, but it would still be not cool. She told the mother she would be back and indeed she did come back with a few shirts and shorts she distributed to the young girl and some other unfortunate kids. With our good deeds done, we took to a little jogging and sprinting, warming up our muscles before stretching gently.
I looked at the player list for today. Smith and Dunn, both goalkeepers, Williams, Horan, Gotham, Shaw, Keely, Zambrotta, Alberts, Grayslake, Kilmore, Coffey, Lavelle, Davidson, Fox, Ashburn, Sonnett and Murphy were our players for today. That left two defections, both muscular injuries. Cambell and Sams.
"Ok ladies. Let's have some sprints pair up and fifty meters each. On my whistle"
Nine sets of women set off on fifty meter sprints, allowing a minute of rest before finalizing another run.
"All here? Good. On the ground now. Spread 'em. Touch toes, then pull slowly. Feel that stretch. That's a good one to build on."
One of the girls, Keely was not quite comfortable it seems.
"You OK there? What's your name again please?"
"It's Keely. No. It isn't quite comfortable really." She grimaced as she said so.
"No problems, I'll have a look at it in the dressing room. Ok girls, we're finished here. It's Mel's turn with you now."
We all traipsed back to the tunnel leading to the dressing rooms to a round of sparse applause. Win the crowd. Always my motto.
Again, once we entered our private area, practically everyone stripped naked and made their way to the shower. No need to mention that a multitude of women washing themselves had me on edge again.
I called Keely over to the massage table in the infirmary, the hallowed place owned by masseurs, physios and doctors. She wore a tiny pair of underpants, in reality hiding nothing since it was patently transparent. Probably to protect her against the shorts rubbing against her. Keely was one who had a larger bust than the others. Probably the biggest, I would say. Not by much, but noticeable.
She lay down on her front and I put a towel on her lower back, covering her buttocks.
Melanie laughed at me. "You need to understand that these are athletes and are used to being seen in various state of undress. And it's not the nineteen hundreds anymore. These girls have a thriving social life which transcends boundaries."
Keely laughed. "She's right, you know. You're such a fuddy duddy."
I sighed, removing the towel, and checking Keely's beautiful brown back. My hands did their magic and it did not take too long to find the problem. Damn. It was the piriformis muscle.
"Apologies young lady. You're not playing today. You'll need at least ten days rest to recover from this." I said.
"What seems to be the matter?" Mel asked. Although she was head coach, I could call on a player not being allowed to play.
"Piriformis syndrome is a condition which is believed to result from nerve compression at the sciatic nerve by the piriformis muscle. It is a specific case of deep gluteal syndrome."
"I don't understand a fucking thing George. It's in English, I presume, but makes no sense." said Mel "But do go on."
"I'll try to be a bit clearer. The largest and most bulky nerve in the human body is the sciatic nerve. Starting at its origin it is 2 cm wide and 0.5 cm thick. The sciatic nerve forms the roots of L4-S3 segments of the lumbosacral plexus." I explained, pointing at the trouble spots, before going on.
"The nerve will pass inferiority to the piriformis muscle, in the direction of the lower limb where it divides into common tibial and fibular nerves. Symptoms may include pain and numbness in the buttocks and down the leg. Often, symptoms are worsened with prolonged sitting or running with cold muscles. In this case, running, especially on a hard pitch, will definitely continue inflaming this nerve.
Once it goes, it can take months to recover, if at all. Left untreated, or misdiagnosed, it will never get better. Furthermore, any slightest pressure will cause it to inflame badly again. Once again, we see so many people like this."
"Ouch. Keely is one of our best defenders. We're going to need her. Badly. So what can we do?"
I sighed but quickly came to a decision. "Treatment includes stretching, physiotherapy, and eventually, medication such as NSAIDs. This is a very common situation, but one which needs to be monitored. I'm pretty positive we'll have Keely up in no time. It's best to avoid running and sitting on hard surfaces."
"I do spend a lot of time at the library. Horrible seating there" the girl said.
"As athletes you all have pronounced muscles and very little fat on which to sit." I explained. "That alone could be the fault."
Mel nodded. "Okay. She's all yours. Let me go and talk to the squad. You can start on her rehabilitation now if you want."
"Do me a favor Mel." I said. "Select players who have played the least matches. I'm not interested in the result at all. But we need our best players for the finals. Just eight rounds to go. We can do this."
"Leave it to me" she replied. "I'm on board with you here... "
"Apologies if I am overstepping my boundaries Mel. I'm sure you'll understand that it's for our common good."
"I have no doubts at all. I appreciate your help immensely. Teamwork!"
We bumped fists and she left for the tactics talk.
I located the case with the required oils and heat pads, lit the UV lamp to warm up our defender's back and asked whether she would be comfortable with just us two.
"You got to leave these hangups behind you George. I'm a football player, and this is something I am on board with. Do your best."
"Ok. Obvious question. Are those panties expensive? The oil might ruin them."
She got up and removed her last remaining shred of clothing, promptly lying down on her front again. She was a stunning girl and working on her would not be a chore for sure.
"I need to start from just above your buttocks, that is, on your lower back, moving down over the left cheek and down on the inside of the thigh where the sciatic nerve leads to the legs. This will hurt a bit initially, and you will need several sessions, at least once daily. I'm afraid there will be no room for shyness, as this will center around your intimate parts, but as you can imagine, it's like a doctor patient relationship here."
"I'm not a virgin George. I know how these things go. We had a masseuse before you. Absolute cow, and she hated us all. No wonder no one liked her. You have a different vibe around you."
I started work on her, spreading the oil on her lower back, beautiful backside, and upper thighs. I opened her legs gently, just a few centimeters to be able to reach her inside thigh muscles, and got down to the serious business... As I expected, she had a bit of a problem with her sciatic nerve, probably a bit inflamed. I felt that this was leading to her problems. I decided on the anti inflammatory medicine to help with the healing process. By that time, she was putty in my hands and she sighed with obvious relief and possibly pleasure.
"I need to work on the thighs from the front. I'll get a towel."
I need not have bothered saying it as she turned over, totally unashamed of her nudity. I've always had a thing for black women. So beautiful.
"No hassles," she said. "Pretend I'm not here if it bothers you."
I obliged, and as I started on her right leg, pulling it up so I could stretch her, she let her left leg drop down sideways, which allowed her pussy to open wide under my gaze. Contrary to the color of her body, she was a shocking pink inside and I gasped at my first look of a colored woman's interior.
I looked away while I continued with my job, lowering her stretched leg and allowing the muscle to regroup after three repetitions.
Looking at her I could see her nipples standing up to attention. God, they were like bullets. With a shock I could feel her hand reaching for my erect cock through my shorts.
"What?" I exclaimed in surprise.
"Go with the flow bro... Wow. That's a nice thick one."
I decided to play dumb and continue to work on her thigh muscles. Unzipping me, Keely started to play with my cock.
"Finish me off. Please. Happy ending" she begged.
"Turn over then" I asked her.
This she did happily and knowing that my favorite move was very well perceived with women, I opened her legs with my hands, allowing me to see inside her. I poured the warm oil and wax onto her rose-bud and her slit, already wet with desire. She sighed with the heat of the them both. She was as slippery as anything I could imagine.
I played around while she gasped, until suddenly my forefinger slipped into her ass, and my middle finger into her pussy. I rubbed my two fingers through her two holes. My ring finger sought out her clit and I rubbed her slowly, languidly. Keely pushed against my fingers and within a few minutes, shuddered as she orgasmed mightily.
I was about to remove my hand but she begged me for another round, and I flipped her over, opened her knees wide apart, and inserted two fingers up her pussy, seeking the magic spot, rubbing her clit with my other hand. Once again she grabbed at my cock, and despite my fear of somebody coming into the infirmary, I was as hard as steel. Within a minute or two she was groaning and raised her ass off the table as she came again.
"Oh fucking god" she panted. "Those were easily the best orgasms ever. I'm not going to walk again in my life."
"Nonsense! It's all part of the healing process. The endorphins will help for sure. Nothing better than an orgasm. Now turn over. I need to run the lamp over you again."
"I've left you all excited though" she said with a shy smile.
"No problem. I'm sure we will have some time to address the problem in the near future."
"Well, you DID say I need daily massaging didn't you?" she asked shyly.
I nodded with a smile.
She turned round, I switched the UV lamp on again, and I swear she was out like a light before I even washed my hands and walked out of the infirmary.
In the meantime the squad had taken to the field following what I surmised was a dull team tactics talk, and I walked to the dug-out area, where Mel was sipping on a bottle of cold water.
"How did Kee take it?" she inquired, with an arched eyebrow. Damn this woman was growing on me.
"She took it well" I replied.
"As much as I did?" she asked.
"As much as you did indeed." I told her.
"You're going to be a star in this team."
"Do you have a problem with it? Not on a team level, but personally?" I asked.
"No no... not at all. If you promise the same happy endings to me and Keely in there, then I dare say you will be swamped with work. I'm a free spirit, and while I have grown very abnormally fond of you in a couple of days, I have absolutely no intention of ruining what you do with others. Sharing is caring."
I smiled at her. It was true though. Within two days we had already become so close together. What the fuck was happening to me?
"We make a good team you and I. Let's not mess this up." I said.
"Agreed. Now do you think you can take notes from the bleachers. Pinpoint our weaknesses?"
"Definitely my intention all along. Just to get away from you." I grinned.
It was a two minute detour and the teams had made their way to the center of the pitch for the customary handshakes with the referees and each other.
As I suspected, it was a drab match for us. the Harlequins needed to win to keep their league division status, and we needed to take away just our fitness from a game in which we had no interest in winning.
Despite our lack of game play, the home side only scored in the last ten minutes and it was as if they had won the World Cup. It meant a lot to the squad and to the town. They were under no misconception that we had parked the bus and 'unofficially' let them win.
Their captain came forward to shake my hand once I made my way to the field again.
"We know what you did back there. Thank you. There was no way we were going to beat you with your best squad."
Melanie grinned at her.
"You still had to win though. I knew you had lost your four best players after they left college. It's not easy to win with such defections. Three of ours will be leaving once this season is over, and we were just concerned with taking away an uninjured squad."
Our gallant opponent understood and she had warned her players that it would be great if their neighbors went on to win state and perhaps national. It would bring money to both colleges. So they too were on a no harsh tackling rule.
The team were still in a jubilant mood after the match although I surprised them with a post match cool down run around the pitch. That didn't go down too well. I promised that it would do them a world of good.
I might have accidentally mentioned that it would do their backsides a lot of good since it would firm up the muscles already present. That did it for them.
Unfortunately the weather had turned by the time the girls were packed and going off with the team bus.
I looked at the sky and realized it would be raining heavily in a few minutes. I asked Melanie if she wanted to go with the team, but she said that she came on the bike, and that is how she wanted to go back.
There was no way we could do at least sixty miles in the dark and in wet conditions. Advising her that I would probably book into a motel room, she agreed that it was the best option.
Waving goodbye to the team, already slightly inebriated with post match drinks, we picked our bike from the carpark, and rode to the nearest motel just in time. Registering was painless, and I even asked if they had a parking area. They actually did and it was a steal for an extra ten dollars.
The room was at the furthest corridor of an L shaped spar, and it started to rain just after we closed the door behind us. It was very much the same as every motel room in the US. Paper thin walls, one single room with just one queen sized bed, and a bathroom. At least it was clean, had cable, and the bathroom hosted clean toweling and robes.
I looked at the bed in dismay.
"What's up?" Melanie asked.
"Um. It's a single queen size. Not two singles."
"Does it bother you?" she asked.
"Oh. It's not about me. It's about you as well."
"Ah grow up dude. You've seen me naked, you've made me come, and you're having hangups about sharing a bed?"
"Like I said, fine by me" I added with a grin. This could become feisty.
"I call dibs on the first shower!" she shouted!
"Ok. Don't waste all the water." I said.
"There's plenty coming down outside if you want" she pointed out with a laugh.
It's true that there was plenty outside, and I thanked the stars we hadn't gone out on the return journey. It would have been a nightmare. With lightning then, I was always scared of being hit.
I was in a motel room with a single giant bed, and a hot woman, who might, or might not, come on to me. Like I mentioned earlier, she was an absolute beauty, and out of my league. I guessed she might have been thirteen years older than me, although she looked as young as her players.
As promised, her shower took no longer than one I would take myself, and she indicated that the cubicle was available to me. She was brushing her teeth with one of the disposable toothbrushes, and I took off my jacket, shirt, and jeans before picking up the larger robe and making my way to the cubicle.
Melanie exited the bathroom with her robe unfastened, and once again I caught a fleeting glimpse of her body. WAY out of my league, I thought. I was pretty fit, but this woman was stacked.
Grabbing a disposable soap bottle and a shaving blade, I shaved quickly, showered, and put my robe on. I obviously had no spare clothes with me, and I decided to just wing it. Commando style. Much like Melanie.
I switched the bathroom light behind me and flopped onto the bed. She was already under the covers and I could see her clothes on one of the chairs. Disturbingly, her robe was also draped across the back of the chair.
Looking at her, I could tell that she had nothing on.
"For fuck's sake George... come on, we're consenting adults. Take that robe off. I'm horny."
I shucked my white toweling robe off, and slid into bed. I clicked off the lights, and turned towards her. No preamble, she moved towards me and kissed me on the lips.
I moaned as her hand squirreled down and grabbed my cock.
"That's quite a big tool you're packing Mr. Physio."
"Uh. Thanks." I didn't really know what to say.
So I just caressed her back, until we moved closer and I could feel her breath on my face and her breasts against my chest. My hand went to her ass where I had the satisfaction of feeling her under a personal means... not as a physio or masseur.
We kissed again. A deep searching kiss where our tongues played with each other. I finally broke off and made my way to her chest where her nipples were begging for attention. Big, beautiful rubbery things.
She moaned as my tongue lapped up her nubbins. I flicked at them and she nearly fainted with pleasure.
Moving even more down, she pushed me until I came to her navel, where I swirled my tongue happily. I always had a thing for women's navels. They excited me more than they should. Go figure.
Finally I reached her pussy, where a nicely sized clit awaited me. I licked, flicked and sucked that little piece of flesh as if my life depended on it.
Mel curled her toes, and came without any warning. She fairly shrieked and I hoped nobody was in the room next to ours.
Who gives a fuck anyway?
I wet my middle finger and inserted it up her ass even while she was riding another orgasm and she was babbling incoherently as I clamped down on her joy button.
"What are you doing tooooooooo meeeee...." she whimpered as she scrunched up before finally going limp.
"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed. "You're going to kill me. And we haven't even fucked yet."
I came up for air with a smile. I loved bringing women to orgasm. Once you know where their buttons lie, then it is easy to do so.
Mel pushed me down on the bed and attacked my cock savagely.
"Easy, easy" I said as she tried to gobble all of my length. It wasn't excessively large, but it had a nice thickness to it.
There was no way it could fit in her little mouth. She gave up, but stood and squatted over me, her shaved snatch open for me to see clearly. Beautiful. Not even the hint of a hair anywhere. Laser treatment, I concluded.
Mel dropped slowly onto my erection, her lips being obscenely stretched as she took me all the way inside her.
Surely it was too late to ask if she had protection. I was seeing stars and as she rocked against me, I guessed it wouldn't take long for me to come.
"Mel, take it easy or I'm going to come in a few seconds."
"Right. I forgot you had a lot of puss to take in this afternoon. The ladies got you all horny yeah?"
I could only nod.
She slowed down but I remained ensconced within her. There was no way it was going to deflate. But the lack of movement at least spared me an instant orgasm. This way it would take a lot to make me come.
We looked at each other with desire. My view of her was spectacular. Beautiful face, lovely breasts and a pussy to die for. It was, at the moment, rather stretched with my erection in it, and this had the effect of bulging her clit out.
Finally I thought I had regained the control needed, and I grabbed her and slipped Mel beneath me. Holding her legs wide apart, I just aimed at her hole and pressed my cock totally inside her.
She wailed with passion, and I pummeled her pussy without any pre-amble. Keely had made me horny and Mel was the current recipient of my desires. I believe she had another orgasm as I sawed in and out of her, slowing my speed and prolonging the pleasure for her.
A few minutes later though, I could take no more, and I pulled out of her just as I came all over her body. That first enormous spurt reached her face, while the second big one made it to her breasts. What little I had left dribbled onto her moans region, above her pussy, but below her navel.
I rolled off her and slumped on the bed. She just lay there trembling behind the aftermath of numerous orgasms. Her knees were obscenely open, and my sperm began drying on her face, chest and stomach.
Reaching for her still engorged clit, I reveled in rubbing it around. Navels and clitorises. My favorites.
Eventually I slipped under the covers, pulled them up under Mel's chin, and bade her goodnight.
"Best sex ever" I heard her mumble before she slipped away to sleep.
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