Maria arrived on the court wearing a pristine tennis shirt and skirt. I slouched on the bench outside the saggy chain-link fence in some tattered denim shorts and a vest that accentuated my hairy chest. I slid back the rusting bar to the gate and came onto the court. Maria went and stood at the net, eager to play.
‘You look stunning,’ I said, casually strolling up to the net.
‘I know,’ she bounced a ball on her racket. I brushed her soft cheeks with the back of my hand and held her tight, pressing my crotch against hers, stirring for her. She loved it when I did that.
‘How does that feel, good?’ I asked.
‘Mmmn, really hard!’ she said, smiling at me naughtily.
I put my hands on her shoulders, gazing into her almond eyes, and gave her my sexiest smile, ‘Come on, I think we should try to play tennis, don’t you?’
She gave me a knowing look, ‘Mmmn, for a little while. Before we…’
I span my wooden racket. It clattered to the court’s hard surface. I called, ‘Rough or smooth?’
I made her laugh! ‘Smooth!’
I felt the cat-gut strings. ‘It’s rough. I serve first.’
Maria padded to the baseline, hitched up her skirt, and scratched the itchy, red rash on her thigh. My heart went out to her. She was always in the wars. Sniffing, she leaned forward, twirled her racket, bit her bottom lip, and concentrated. Maria nearly did the splits trying to reach my first serve, a blinding ace that landed in the far right-hand corner.
‘Oh, good shot, Simon!’ she cried.
‘15-0!’
I hopped to my left before she could settle, threw the ball high in the air, and slammed it out of reach.
‘30-0!’
‘Oh, well done!’ she yelled, admiring me.
Another brutal ace followed, this time to her weak backhand, then a hard shot that narrowly missed hitting her in the stomach.
‘Sorry, Maria,’ I said, ‘Did I hit you?’
She shook her head and grinned, my horny vixen, ‘I wish!’
‘My game, I think,’ I called, grinning back at her, ‘Like to change ends?’
‘No, thanks. Me to serve!’
She bounced the ball, one, two, three times, glanced at me, and smiled to herself. I always let her win. The former netball court was covered in moss and detritus. As Maria went to serve, she slipped and fell. I gasped in disbelief. I wanted to wrap her up, in a shroud, of cotton wool.
‘Maria, you’re bleeding!’ I cried.
I threw down my racket, leaped the net, rushed to her side, and knelt to inspect her wound.
‘I’ll live,’ she sighed happily, ‘It’s only a graze, Simon.’
She leaned back on her elbows with her tanned legs wide open. Her panties were saturated. I could clearly see the splayed folds of her cleft in the sodden cotton, the delicate brown ringlets of pubic hair protruding from her gusset. I ran the palms of my hands up and down the soft insides of her thighs, avoiding the rash, stroking her soft down, my fingertips lingering in her groin. I kissed a trail of saliva down her thigh. She watched me pick the sharp, embedded grit out of her sore knee. Neither of us felt like playing tennis anymore. Yearning intensely for one another, we left the court and walked hand-in-hand across the playing field, along a red earth path, until we reached our hidey-hole-in-the-hedge. We scrambled through a gap into a leafy glade. A lonely, secret, place where sunbeams danced on our faces, lay in the lush, long grass watching a skylark beat its way across the cloudless sky. The sun was at its zenith, its hot rays seared our skin. I took off my vest. Maria gently stroked my hairy chest.
‘I love you, Simon,’ she said, dreamily, ‘You’re my world.’
I told her, I loved her too. My heart raced with excitement. Her eyes sparkled like stars on a clear summer night. She smirked at me mischievously, twirling a strand of straggly blonde hair.
‘What would you like me to do?’ she murmured.
I really did love her.
‘Kiss me,’ I said.
She kissed me, a longing, loving kiss, then gazed sadly into my eyes, as if I was all she had left in the world. A delicious tingling sensation passed through my cock. Her cheeks blushed: roses.
‘Do you know what happens to me inside when we kiss like that?’ she asked, ‘I get all sloppy.’
I wondered at the notion. Maria sat up next to me and took off her white tennis shirt and bra, freeing her melon-like breasts, and her magnificent, teated nipples.
‘Suck my tits,’ she whispered.
‘Lie on your back for me,’ I said gasping for breath, rearing, straining, for her, bursting out of my pants, fully erect, dribbling wet and eager.
She lay on her back in the lush long grass while I licked her breasts and sucked her nipples, teasing her teatlets stiff inside my mouth. I felt her unclip her tennis skirt.
‘Pull off my skirt,’ she murmured.
I obliged her, shinning thru the long grass, easing her skirt off along her fleshy thighs, over the dried scab on her knee, along her smooth calves. I pulled off her skirt and threw it on the grass. My heart was trying to explode out of my chest with arousal. Maria’s face was full of blush, her blonde hair singed caramel with perspiration, I heard her soft voice urging me to explore her belly, her cleft, urging me on.
‘Put your hand inside my panties,’ she teased, sighing pleasurably ‘Feel my slop.’
I slid my hand over her torso, caressing Maria’s soft belly, dwelling on her deep navel with my little finger, probing her hole. I slid my hand inside her sopping wet panties, rubbing the damp ringlets of pubic hair, until I reached her cunt. Her cunt was full of thick slop. I relished the feel of her slop, her slathering wet cunt, massaging the fleshy lips of her labial folds, caressing her swollen clit. Her clit was standing proud, pulsing, erectile, as turgid as a man’s micro-penis. I slid my hand under her cunt, feeling the moist sheen of her damp buttocks, then I delved deep, plunging my fingers fully inside Maria’s craven fuck-hole, loving the gripping sensation as she clenched me with her birth muscle. What she said next reduced me, made me her willing slave.
‘Smear me with my slop, Simon.’
I covered my hand in Maria’s slop and smeared the mess all over her breasts, working her fluid into the nipples, and stiffening her teats. She arched her body upwards, bucking wildly, pushing my hand inside her panties, holding my agile fingers to her sloppy cunt, as she came, squirting realms of creamy viscous slop over my hand. I pulled my hand away, set her free, clutched her panties in one hand, and tore them off her.
‘Fuck me, Simon! Fuck me!’ she screamed.
I climbed on top of her and slid my rigid tarse inside her creamy cunt.
I fucked Maria thru her slop.
