The Night Billi The Filly Got Filleted
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The club had only been open for thirty minutes and the dance-floor was already filling up with willing participants. I leaned against the wall, enjoying the scenery with a rum and coke raised to my lips. Well, more like coke with a pinch of rum – I’d have a word with the bartender about that later.
As I gulped down this travesty of a beverage, a light-skinned, pink-haired young woman on the other side of the club locked eyes with me. She finished up her drink, put down the cocktail glass, and sashayed towards me through the lighter areas of the crowd.
The lights in the club bounced off her shimmery get up, giving her the appearance of a deity amongst mortals. Both top and skirt had frills on their undersides; the former resembling a bikini top with the strings knotted around the neck. A few eyes at the bar and dance-floor gazed at her jumping cleavage with every step and that skirt. Man, that skirt would leave nothing to the imagination if she bent down to pick up a quarter.
“Hi there,” she said with a hand pressed against my lean chest.
“Well, hello yourself,” I replied with a wry smile. My warm breath hit her square in the face as she looked up at me; leaning in further with her glass high heels, planted into the black tiled floor. I was in this spot for most of the night and no one else except a few of my team-mates came over and exchanged fist-bumps before hitting the bar and dance floor.
“Wanna dance?” she asked.
“Sure.”
She turned around and her ass – which her long, straight, pink hair was sweeping just above – was as round as the Spalding basketball I dribbled and shot earlier that day. Shit was soft like freshly baked buns and pressed against my crotch as she twerked to the trap music that thumped in the background. Her hands rested on bent knees and that ass painted me with a mix of short and long vertical strokes.
Slower music came on and the twerking was benched but the grinding came on as the substitute player. Her ass cheeks were spreading and grabbing my limp cock through my cargo pants at every turn. I had to think about sports and TV shows so she wouldn’t think I was weak, but I went up to half-mast nonetheless. She gave an over the shoulder look while grabbing the back of my neck and parted her lips to speak.
“I’m Gina. What’s your name babe?”
“Ricky.”
“Ricky that won the game today?”
“Naw man. I didn’t score the winning shot.”
“You made that last pass to the shooter though. So trust me, babe, you won that shit.”
The grinds were pressing me into the wall to the point it had to be cracking; waiting for me to burst through.
“You wanna go somewhere more private?” Her fingers massaged the back of my neck and my cock was growing past half-mast.
“Um shit, yeah,” I replied raising both eye-brows and gulping down the rest of my drink.
She grabbed my hand and lead me through the crowd with pre-set navigation; avoiding physical contact with bobbing and weaving that would make a world champion boxer envious. Ned – the club owner – was at the other end of the bar as we passed and gave me a head nod with a sullen expression.
We’d come in to celebrate every big win given he was Coach James’ best friend. “Discount rate,” Coach would often brag. He wasn’t all smiles tonight though. Just a blank slate glaring at me and Gina’s traversal. Off the club’s main floor, we approached a hallway – an empty one as it was separated by an unlocked closed door we went through and locked behind us – with a winding staircase at the end of it. Climbed that and to the top, we met the open double doors to an empty lounge. The pounding of my heart reverberated in my skull as we walked through and closed them behind us.
“I’ve never seen you around campus before Gina,” I said as she backed up to the wall behind her.
“That’s because I don’t go to school here,” she said, pulling her skirt above the waist. A pink G-string with the caption All You Can Eat! was plastered on the front and I pulled it aside chuckling. She took one of my hands and rubbed the fingers along her juicing slit. Two middle fingers slipped inside and I explored her warmth while curling them.
As we kissed, my other hand massaged, palmed and squeezed her dough soft breasts under their sparkled covering. Over her tits, the top went and rested before I kissed all over them with licks and sucks in between. The wall was getting more ass than me so I took her by the waist and spun her one-eighty. I got down to my knees and introduced my tongue to her cunt and clit; sucking and lapping like a thirsty dog.
“Shiiit,” Gina moaned and then bit down onto her folded thumb. A faceful of pussy and ass smothered me as I sucked on her clit like a steak bone – a three-course meal if you may. She giggled into a closed fist and gyrated as I motor-boated her plump lips and gelatin cheeks.
My tongue poked around on the inside, marinating in her hot fluids like meat being prepared for a pot-luck. Along the tongue they ran and into my mouth; some even dripping onto the floor, clearing away dust in that spot. She reached back and grabbed the back of my head, pulling my face deeper into her femininity; making it seem as if her ass and cunt were devouring my face rather than the reverse. My face was fucked until it was nearly ground off by her spastic, orgasmic seizures.
Her voice vibrated and there was a shiver for a few seconds before she released me from my stay at the Cheeks and Lips Inn. I stood up and dropped my pants – she wrapped her hair into a low bun – to the ankles, stroked my cock to full mast, and slapped her ass with it. Pre-cum was stringing off those jiggly cheeks before I pressed my head against her slick opening and she grunted, arching that back more.
Like quick-sand, I was easily sucked in but with no desire to escape – accepting of my fate. I took her hands, outstretched them, and pinned them to the wall as we rolled our hips in unison. That ass was so fat, it bubbled and rubbed against my stomach as our synchronized dance continued. A shift to thrusts moved her expression from open mouthed to clenched teeth and looking over the shoulder at me.
“Fuck me, daddy, yes,” she growled. An extra surge of blood flooded my cock upon that command and I moved her hands from the wall to grab her own ass cheeks. The view of me slipping in and out in line with her wobbling crack was inflating my cock like a helium balloon. “B-back up off the… Wall,” she stammered.
I pulled us off the wall and when we were far enough off, she bent completely over until her head was through her legs; Hands holding onto her ankles for balance. Sweat fell off my face, onto her cheeks, some into her asshole – it winked at me in appreciation. I kept beating those cheeks until my balls tensed and unloaded into her soaked cunt; gritting my teeth with enough pressure to force them further into my gums.
Now balls deep after feeding her cunt my cum, I withdrew and some bubbled out of her before it drooped into a string. Gina still in position, opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out catching the bubbling, stringing creampie. After squeezing out a generous amount, she stood back up straight, swallowed, and pulled her skirt down.
“Gonna hit the bathroom and get the rest of this shit out. Can’t have this running down my leg when I’m out there doing my thing – Know what I mean?” she said pecking me on my lips. An ease of the door and a peak out of it later and she was gone. I pulled my pants up, waited around for five minutes, and followed her example – shaking my head with a smile mouthing, wow that happened.
*
I was back on the dance-floor with a properly mixed rum and coke this time around, leaning on the wall. Coach James hadn’t long arrived and was busy giving high-fives, fist-bumps, and hugs while dwarfing everyone surrounding him. He approached me and we raised our hands to the sides before clapping them into a handshake – any harder and he might’ve dislocated my shoulder.
“Great fucking game today Ricky! Great stuff man,” Coach said, beaming with a smile.
“Thank you, Coach. Wasn’t nothing really,” I replied still shaking his hand.
“Fuck you mean wasn’t nothing. Hey, hey, if not for that pass, we wouldn’t be on our way to the semis aight? Give yourself more fucking credit y’hear me?”
“Aight aight,” I replied with a chuckle, “Hey, why I barely heard from you the last two weeks man? Tired of me whipping yo old ass one on one?”
“Boy, you couldn’t whip me even if I was a hundred. Stick that cane out and leave you skating,” they both guffawed and clapped into a quick handshake again.
“But for real though Coach. We ain’t done no one on one in weeks; I called you a coupla nights for some advice on some personal shit and your phone just rang off. Everything cool with you?”
Coach James leaned in and was a few inches away from my face before giving a smile, looking around, and then opened his mouth to speak again:
“Let’s just say, something or someone came up,” he nodded and folded his lips while keeping a fully out-stretched smile.
“You fuckin’ with me now.”
He shrugged his shoulders and looked away.
“Hey look, that’s good man. It’s about time you moved on for real.”
“About time? More than enough time if you ask me. It’s only been a little over two weeks, but I’m really digging her and…she’s digging me,” he stared into the distance and nodded again, “Just feels right ya know?”
“Hey, don’t look at me. I ain’t down with that love shit; not yet at least. Do that shit when I’m sixty like you,” I said with hands up and one palm facing forward in surrender.
“Little boy, you know I’m only forty-fi-, boy getcho ass over here,” he wrapped one of his tree trunk arms around my head in a headlock and we both laughed like little kids horsing around. My precious rum and coke jostled around in the cup and teetered close to the rim all around but didn’t dare spill. He released the hold and tussled my plaited singles before relaxing his smile somewhat.
“What Coach?”
“I’m a little nervous ya know. I invited her here for the post-game party and well, I hope you guys like her. I don’t even mind so much if she doesn’t like you guys, but if you guys ain’t feeling her…”
“Hey Coach, you ain’t gotta explain. I feel you.”
“Thanks, Ricky.”
“For sure,” I replied, baring my pearly whites and stretching into another smile. Coach moved next to me on the wall and Gina re-emerged about the same time. Her face lit up upon spotting me and she subsequently cut through the crowd. I looked over to Coach and he was smiling towards her as well, shaking his head.
Damn, even Coach under her spell like everyone else in here.
As she got closer, Coach stepped from next to me and swallowed her with a mammoth embrace, showering her with kisses along the neck and shoulders. She was all giggles and glee trapped in this storm of affection. With an arm still around her waist, he turned towards me and stretched out the other one while smiling. I raised my brows at this scene that played before me.
“Ricky, I want you to meet my new girlfriend Sloan. Sloan, this is Ricky.”
You gotta be fucking kidding me. Girlfriend? This is the fucking girl he was talking about? Yooo, this fucking slut… Alright, alright, play it cool. Calm the fuck down Ricky. Act normal.
“Nice to meet you… Sloan,” I said with narrowed eyes and a half smile.
“Likewise Ricky,” she replied smiling with her entire face and giggling.
My heart pounded against my rib-cage harder than when we first hit the balcony earlier in the night. Should I have told him? I mean he had the right to know. It didn’t feel like the time or place to do it though, and no way was I going to kill his high that night. He deserved at least this night before it all went to shit. Plus, I didn’t know how he’d react, so I needed a game-plan on how I’d put this over to him.
Breathing was getting back to normal and my heart rate dropped as well as I worked a game-plan and resumed my enjoyment of the night for what it was. A glance over to the bar exposed Ned the owner, walking towards the three of us with that same sullen look. As I pieced things together, it all made absolute sense and my heartbeat ramped back up to where it was just a moment before; maybe even further beyond.
Fuck.
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