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Skins vs. Boys
By Couture (couture_writes@h...)
(c) 2001 Couture
The biggest football game of the year was almost over,
and my husband sat next to me angry and blushing in
humiliation, while I cheered. Call me a bitch, but I
took extra pains to rub it in. "Wahoo! The Skins
are going to lose to the Boys!" I cheered. Then I got
up and did a little victory dance in front of his
face. "The - Skins - are - Pansies!"
Now ordinarily, when I was wearing my little gray
exercise shorts that look like the tiny version of
their football equivalents and a cutoff Cowboys
football jersey, my husband would have been all eyes,
but today he wasn't quite so happy. Hee-hee, he
always said that I look sexier wearing this than any
of that satin and lace stuff. It's good that he
thinks so, because I'm not a big fan of wearing satin
and lace -- never have been. I've always been more of
the tomboy type, and never grew out of it.
My husband used to be okay with this. However,
lately, he has been pestering me to wear some other
things. "I'm just getting a little bored with the
same-o same-o," he had said.
Then, earlier this week, when I was doing my usual,
the Skins-suck-routine, before the big game, he said
he wanted to make a bet.. .to make it *interesting*.
I thought for sure he was going to ask me to wear some
sexy lingerie, but nothing prepared me for what he
said next. Can you believe what he said he wanted me
to do if I lost? He wanted me to have anal sex with
him.
Granted, he's tried that shit before, but I always
stopped him. Then he pretended like, "Oops, sorry,
honey - wrong hole." Now, don't get me wrong, I would
probably have tried it. However, there have been
things that I wanted to do - things that turn *me* on
- and each time he would say, "Honey, I can't do
*that*!"
So, the asshole had known the Skins were predicted to
win by 14, and he wanted to take advantage of me pure
and simple. Well, who's laughing now?
It is all over but the crying. The Skins had lost to
the Boys 21-14, and I had won. Poor little hubbie was
shifting uneasily in his seat.
"Honey, I know we made a bet, but maybe I could do
something else," he said hopefully. "I'll clean the
house by myself for a month. I'll even dust your
Cowboys stuff."
Ha-ha, our living room is divided by an imaginary
Maginot Line with Cowboys memorabilia on one side and
Redskins crap on the other. Each of us, of course,
refuses to dust the other's stuff -- just on general
principle.
"Please?" he pleaded.
"A bet is a bet, sweetie," I answered, loving every
minute of his mortification. "Come on, I've got a
bath already run for you." It wasn't just the bath, I
had *everything* ready. I had been working on this
all week, and I wasn't going to give him a chance to
think of a way to wimp out of it.
I walked with him to the bathroom, my hand squeezing
his ass through his jeans. "Let's get you out of
these nasty old Redskin things. No, no, honey, let me
do that for you," I said, undressing him. I was
pleased to see his cock standing up at attention like
a good little sailor; it appeared that though he was
trying to pretend he didn't like the consequences of
his loss, another part of him liked it very much.
I kissed him and gave his nipples a quick pinch,
watching as his cock bobbed into the air in reaction.
"Ha-ha, it looks like someone likes this." I picked
up a bottle of hair remover, and began to coat his
body with it.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I want you smooth and soft," I replied, paying
attention to his cock with the lotion. Now, I know it
says on the bottle that you aren't supposed to put it
on the genitals, but surely they were just talking
about women, right?
"I think you are taking this too far. Please, honey,
I don't feel comfortable doing this," he whined.
"How do you think it makes me feel, when I do this
stuff for you?" I had him there, and he shrugged and
shut up.
"Hon, this - err, this stuff kind of burns."
"That's natural, dear; you should try a wax sometime.
Besides, you've only got two more minutes - try to be
brave," I soothed.
He grew increasingly uncomfortable, shifting his body
uneasily as he stood. "How much longer?"
"Your ten minutes is up, let's get all this nasty hair
off of you," I said, as I took a wet washcloth and
wiped the hair off his body. "Come on, into the tub
with you."
He practically jumped into the bathtub, sighing with
relief. He looked so cute, blushing in his little
bubble bath, I almost laughed at his embarrassment.
He wanted desperately to wash himself, but I had the
sponge and gel in my hands and bathed him. I think he
liked it in the end.
I even dried him when it was over, to get him used to
having me do things and be in charge. I took him in
front of the mirror and picked up a tube of lipstick.
I wondered if he would go through with it.
"Uh-huh, this is too much, honey! I can't do this!"
he said, backing away.
"A bet is a bet. Would you have fucked my ass?" I
asked.
"Yes..." he squeaked.
"Well, it has always been my fantasy to be with a
woman." I could see the look of surprise in his eyes.
"Don't worry, silly, I would never do it in real life.
I could never get over the whole gay thing. But, with
you, I could pretend and still be normal."
"Please, honey," I cooed, rolling his balls in my
other hand. "I promise to make it worth your while.
Maybe, I will even give you what you wanted." Oh,
that really got his attention. He stood perfectly
still while I made his face.
"Do your lips like this, doll," I said, rolling my
lips in and out to a pucker. He blotted the excess
lipstick onto a piece of toilet paper, after I showed
him.
"You are so gorgeous, I could eat you up." I kissed
him deeply, bending him backwards over the sink. I
could feel my pussy gushing with my new found power.
"We're almost there, sweetie, just a few more yards to
the end zone." I sprayed some perfume on the more
interesting spots on his body, enjoying his discomfort
and his scared uneasy eyes. Next came a pair of
dangly clip on earrings. I knelt down and sucked his
cock, taking it all the way down -- his favorite
thing.
It began to spasm, and I pulled away. "Not yet. Lift
your feet for me, doll," I said, putting a pair of
panties under his feet. I pulled them up and almost
giggled at the picture he made, all made up, but with
a hard cock sticking out of his panties. I could hold
back no longer, and burst out laughing at him when he
noticed the panties I had picked out. They were
Dallas Cowboys panties. "I always promised I would
turn you into a Cowboys fan!" I laughed.
"Hell, no!" he said, tugging down the panties. "I
might do a lot of things, but I'm not wearing Cowboys
panties!"
I grabbed the back of the panties and held them up,
wedged into his ass. I thrust my pelvis against him,
and tugged the panties up with each thrust. "Mmmmmm,
you've got me so turned on, baby. Don't worry, I'll
be taking the panties off my favorite little
cheerleader in just a minute... if I can wait that
long." I kissed him deeply again, until I felt his
resistance melting away.
Next, I put on the top. I'm surprised he didn't fight
me on that one. It was a blue western style bikini
top with tassels that hung down from it. I pressed my
body against his, and rubbed up and down to keep him
distracted while I put the breast forms in place.
Then I put the white boots onto his waiting feet.
God, he looked cute in those boots.
"You are almost in the end-zone now, you sexy thing!"
I said, as I put a cowboy hat on his and sexy long
blonde wig on his head. He blushed, but obediently
let me adjust the hair until he looked *perfect*. And
he was gorgeous, my perfect little cowgirl... almost
ready to ride. I could feel the end zone, just a few
yards away.
"God, I wish we had done this sooner. You are so
fucking hot, I could cum from just looking at you,
doll face." He blushed with the compliment. Yes, I
could get used to this blushing and shy eyes routine.
"Let's put your little guns on now."
I buckled the holster on, giving him a playful smack
on the bottom. "I worked real hard on the guns. Give
them a try!"
He reached his hand down, grabbed the guns, and tried
to pull up. The look of surprise on his face, when he
heard the click as the triggers snapped down trapping
his fingers was priceless. He tugged up, but they
wouldn't give. He tried to reach the buckle, but it
just slid in the direction his hands moved. At first,
he thought he had done something wrong, but then there
was a look of recognition and alarm, when he figured
out I had done it on purpose.
"I had a feeling you might try to be a tease tonight."
I ground my pussy against his ass, pleasuring myself
and holding him totally immobile at the same time.
I reached into the medicine cabinet and pulled out a
jar of Vaseline. He renewed his struggles at the first
sight of the little tub of lubricant, but he simply
had no leverage.
I slowly took a big dollop out with two fingers, in
front of his face. "Trust me, honey, you will *need*
this."
He understood that it could be a long night without
any lubrication. He would save his fight for later,
but he knew this part was necessary. Little did he
know, there wouldn't be a later.
"Such a pretty little ass on my cute cowgirl
cheerleader," I remarked as I stroked his ass cheeks.
With my other hand, I undid the laces on my shorts.
Ha-hah, I already wore the harness, and only had to
attach the greased dildo. It was time to get in the
end zone. Right up the middle! He didn't suspect a
thing.
That was - until he felt something much larger than a
finger pushing through the grommet of his virgin ass.
"Ow-ow-ow! Stop, it hurts! Ugh!" he groaned. When
he figured out I wasn't going to stop, he tried
another strategy. "Please, Trace, not so fast. It
hurts! God, you're splitting me!"
Touchdown! The crowd goes wild! "Is my little
cheerleader a virgin?"
When he didn't answer, I prodded him again with the
faux cock. "Hmmm?"
"Ugh! Yes, I'm a virgin. Please, Trace, not so
rough..."
"Call me Troy!" I ordered, pushing in forcefully
again.
Now, I hadn't planned on making him call me Troy, but
once I had him helpless, I couldn't resist. It wasn't
like he had to do it, anyway. I mean, he was going to
get fucked, sure, but take it like a man, not a sissy.
"Oww, please, T-troy, not so rough..."
"Don't pretend you're a virgin. You're nothing but a
cheap groupie slut! I bet you've given your sweet
little ass to everyone on the team."
"Ugh, no I h-haven't."
"And what's my name, slut?"
"T-t-troy."
"Why don't we go into the bedroom, so we can do this
right then, slut? I would hate for you to lose your
virginity in the bathroom. It should be special."
Well, special for me, because I had a video camera
hidden and pointed at the bed.
I pulled him away from the sink, but kept my dildo in
his ass. He stood there bent over, then turned his
head and said, "I-I-I can't w-walk like this."
"The only way you are going to the bed, is if I ride
you there, cowgirl." I only had a quarter of the
dildo in him, surely he could walk. So, I began to
walk, forcing him to move forward or get impaled. He
chose to move forward, albeit bent over in a duck
waddle. The little liar just needed the appropriate
motivation.
I led him to the bed and pushed his head down, while
his legs remained upright. Yes, I would have a lot of
leverage like this, and it also provided a good angle
for the camera I had set up.
I began to push in again, loving the sound of his
groans. "Do you want to do this the easy way or the
hard?" I asked.
"Ugh, the easy way!"
Boy, that was quick! "I promise to go slow, if you
will tell me how it feels getting fucked by me. Be
sure to remember my name."
"Ouch, p-please, honey, let's stop this. Ow-Ow-Owee--
-o-okay, it feels like-"
I slapped his ass. "No, tell me just like a
cheerleader would talk - a little, bubble headed
blonde cheerleader." No response... yet.
"Oh, Troy, your cock is so big in my pussy! I want to
be a good little cheerleader, let me do the work for
you!" I encouraged in my best ditz voice.
I wondered if he would stoop so low as to do it. I
was pushing him further than I had a right to, and I
knew it. I had already taken his ass. The battle was
over; I just wanted to see how far he would go. I
thrust the cock into him, until it was halfway in his
ass. I felt sorry for him, in a way. He only wanted
to fuck me with six inches; I could only imagine what
it would be like to take ten *thick* inches.
"Owww, please! Wait! Oh, T-troy, your cock is big,
in my tight pussy. Let me be a good cheerleader.
Okay? Please, I'll do the work," he said, working his
hips on the cock.
I pulled the cock back until just the head was in, so
that I could watch him take it voluntarily. He began
to inch back on the cock.
God, I was dripping! "Keep talking, slut!" I
demanded.
"Oh, God, it's big, Troy. It feels unnatural, so full
when it goes in. It's such a relief when it goes out.
Ugh! Like the best shit ever... Ow, Ow, please, will
you put some more lube on? There's a tube on the
nightstand, I bought in case you know."
I squirted the lube on his ass and my fake cock. "Is
that better? Does the slut like having a sloppy
cunt?"
"Ugh! Yes, I like having a sloppy cunt. It - it
feels good."
He was actually doing it now. He hadn't taken but
half of it in, but he was fucking it willingly. Well,
I guess I'm being a pessimist; the cup was half full
depending on how you looked at it and judging from his
moans, he probably believed the latter.
"Who's the best quarterback in the NFL?" I asked, as I
began to fuck him back.
"You, Troy."
"The best running back?" I asked, smacking his ass as
I fucked him.
"Emmit Smith."
"The best Coach?"
"Jimmy Johnson."
"That's right. Okay, slut, tell me. Who's the best
owner?"
"Ah, Jesus, Trace!"
I spanked his ass real hard. "Remember my
name!"
"Please, Troy, don't make me say that," he sobbed. I
couldn't believe it, he was crying. I wondered what
for. I pumped even faster, fucking him into
submission. I tore the panties off, because they were
getting in my fucking way. Slapping the cheeks of his
ass, I enjoyed their color; a nice shade of red for a
former Redskin.
"Who's the best owner, bitch?"
"Ugh-ugh-ugh, Jerry Jones, goddamn it! Jerry
Jones is the best fucking owner!"
I was all the way in now. I was fucking him with the
full ten inches, and he was meeting every stroke like
a good little slut cheerleader. "Who has the best
cock?"
"Oh, God! You, Troy, ugh - ugh - I think - I'm -"
I pulled my stiff cock out of his ass with a plop, and
lifted his hips off the bed he was trying to hump.
"Oh, no you don't, slut. I'm in the mood for a little
missionary position." His asshole looked so adorable;
it was so red and angry. It was also so open. I blew
into his little hole and listened to his gasp, as his
ass clenched, then opened back up. Hee-hee, I had
opened his little back door, and the poor thing could
barely stand it.
I pushed him up on the bed and rolled him over. I
loved the feeling of power as I looked down at my
little cowgirl, looking up at me with those
apprehensive eyes. However, the hat had fallen off,
taking with it the wig and the mood I had strived so
hard to create. I should have just fucked him doggie
style. But, the hair was easily remedied; I just
slipped the wig and hat back on. He was adorable once
again.
"Come on, slut, spread those legs for your man." He
obliged, but not enough. He looked sexy, but what I
had in mind was a slut - a fucktoy. I grabbed him by
both of his boots high heels, and spread his legs out
and up. His little deflowered hole once again visible
and gaping. I moved my body to the side, so the
camera could capture this moment. I would definitely
want to relive this moment again.
I pushed his legs up farther and placed my cock next
to his. I had never seen him this swollen or hard
before, but compared to his, mine was a monster.
"Wow, my cock is so much bigger than your hot little
clit!" I don't know what possessed me to say that. I
had never been mean to him like this before, but I
loved it. I got off on it, and I wanted more.
I watched his face intently as I slapped his penis
with my cock. "Isn't it?" I slapped his penis again
with the dildo, watching him flinch. It didn't hurt
me at all.
"Yes, it is bigger," he admitted reluctantly.
I placed my cock against his tender little brownie.
"My cheerleader needs a big cock in her pussy, doesn't
she?"
"Yes," he whispered.
"Tell me what you want, slut." He was mine now. As
much as he might like to put things back like they
were, our relationship was changed forever.
"I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck my pussy,
Tracy."
I slammed into him brutally with one stroke, and began
to pummel his ass. "What did you call me?" I shouted.
"You said you were a virgin, and now you're calling me
someone else's name! Who have you been giving that
pussy up to?"
"Ouch! You're hurting me, Trac- I mean, Troy." His
voice began to change as he assumed the role of my
sweet cheerleader once again. "Please, you're killing
my ass - my pussy, with your big dick! Oh, God! It's
too big for that, please, slow down."
I felt his legs around me, pulling my body into his,
trying to slow my thrusts. "I love it when you wrap
those sexy legs around me and pull me into your pussy,
slut." I began to work his ass with short hard
thrusts that caused my stomach to slap against his
cock with each plunge.
"Oh, God! Shit! Fuck me! I'm- I'm-" he moaned.
Shit, the little slut was getting ready to cum. Oh,
no you don't! Not like this! I grabbed his legs and
put them over my shoulders. He had fucked me like
this before, so I knew the effect it had. Not only
are you utterly helpless and penetrated fully, you
have to watch it. You cannot help but watch your
pussy get royally fucked.
"Ugh - ugh - so deep. Ah...fuck me! Fuck! Fuck!
I'm cumming!" he cried.
I grabbed his little clit and pointed it at his face.
You could definitely call it a clit now, because it
wasn't even hard. But, he was cumming with it,
nonetheless. "Open your mouth, sissy, I want to cum
in it," I demanded.
He opened his mouth. I couldn't believe it. I jerked
his little clit, spurting his cum in his mouth and on
his face. It was a little disappointing, I wanted him
to have great gobs of thick pearly cum on his face,
but this cum was almost clear. There was an awful lot
of it, though -- more than I had ever seen him shoot
before.
I began to fuck him again. I stared at his very used
and soiled face as he winced in discomfort. He had
gotten off, and wasn't into it anymore. God, it was
great.
"P-please, honey. Enough. You've had your
fun now."
"I may have had fun, but I haven't gotten a nut. I'm
going to cum in your pussy." I thrust the cock all
the way to the hilt, over and over again. On the
other end of the harness, there was a small dildo that
was in my pussy. Every time the larger one met
resistance, the sensation was transmitted to my pussy.
However, since I had loosened his ass, I wasn't
meeting the resistance I needed.
"I need to cum, baby. Come on, doll, squeeze it with
your pussy, so I can cum!"
I watched as his face wrinkled in concentration and
pain. I felt the dildo move in my cunt.
"Ow, please, it hurts too much," he sobbed. He was
crying again, what a fucking baby.
"Do it, bitch. Squeeze your little sissy cunt now, or
I'll fuck you raw!"
I could feel it again. The look on my precious
sissy's face, and the whine escaping from his open
mouth, was enough to take me over the edge.
"That's it. Oh, God! I'm cu- I'm cu- I'm cumming!"
Fuck, it was a huge, mind-blowing, melt-your-pussy
cum, too. It was the best ever -- even better than my
first.
I pressed my mouth against his, and explored it with
my tongue. I could taste the bitter taste of his cum
on his lips. I reached between my legs and squeezed
the bulb below my cock, causing it to squirt out its
liquid. I was cumming in his ass. I could feel his
moan as it left his throat and went to my lungs.
"I love you, Troy," he whispered, as I kissed his
eyelids.
"Call me Trace," I said, and kissed him deeply again.
***
Things are very different in our house now. All that
Redskins memorabilia has been thrown away... the living
room is now a Cowboys shrine. We only watch the
Cowboys play now, and that is much more enjoyable when
you have a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader between your
legs licking your pussy.
We have a standing bet now. Well, it was sort of a
compromise. I only get to fuck him when the Cowboys
win. If they lose, then he finishes me off with his
mouth. Then, I take him over my lap and give him a
paddling... a little red skin for pulling for the
Redskins. I know it doesn't sound very fair, but
after all, I still have the tapes.
Shhh... don't tell anyone, but Monday when Dallas
played the Niners, I saw him cheering for my Boys. He
looked so sweet rustling his little pom-poms. He
caught me smiling down at him, blushed, and quickly
hid his face between my legs, but it was too late. I
knew his little secret. That night, I fucked him with
my cock, anyway. He was actually eager... the little
slut.
The End
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