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When practice was over, we had to rush again to be at the gym on time. Ben went home with me when Em sent me a text that they were there waiting on us.
When I grabbed my uniform and ran up the stairs, I saw all my white boxers washed and folded on my bed with all my new T-shirts laid out. I was proud of Bonnie.
Just as I was pulling my Under Armor support briefs up, she walked through the door grinning.
“What are you grinning about? I see you washed the rest of my boxers and T-shirts. Thanks.”
She waved a black permanent marker back and forth like a pendulum as she smiled at me.
“I need two autographs please.”
“What are you talking about? Autograph what, anyway?”
“That Dalton Gang T-shirt you just pulled off and that pair of boxers you just dropped in the floor!”
“Bonnie, we don’t have time for riddles. What’s this about? Who have you bribed now and made me the goat in your prank?”
“Her name is Angie and she’s a huge fan of The Outlaw, but she doesn’t want it known. Oh, by the way, she’ll be at the martial arts class tonight too. She called ahead of time and signed up over the phone so she can be in the same class as we are.”
“Bonnie, are you going to tell me?”
“No! Just sign each of them, To My Best Friend Angie, by The Outlaw. If you pay close attention tonight you’ll know who Angie is. Here, sign them so we can go,” she said as she held my boxers stretched tight across the night stand, then did my T-shirt the same way.
I signed my boxers right on the double fabric of the pee-hole and the shirt down at the bottom on the hem in the very front.
“This doesn’t make sense, but it better be good and not another dirty trick!”
“Oh, it will be good. Now come on. We don’t need to be late,” she said as I pulled my uniform top on and my loose pants up.
She put the boxers and T-shirt in a plastic bag from the T-shirt shop as I slipped a pair of my old running shoes on and we ran downstairs together.
We made it with ten minutes to spare and Ben and I hurried to the water cooler to get a drink.
Gage and Marc came over and Gage told me that his dad was proud of me when he told him about me memorizing all the commands of the complete practice routine.
“When I told him we were going to work an extra class in after football is over, he told me to encourage you to work even more extra routines as often as you can. He said he had plans for you!” Gage told me and walked back into the studio.
I saw Toro as soon as I walked into the class. He waved and we slapped hands as we lined up with the others. I took a quick look around and saw Priscilla smiling at me. Rhonda was next to her. Necie was here with another teacher I didn’t recognize from her back. Kalita was with Molly and I knew those two were well paired.
I saw Brandy and Jeri together, and Em with another girl I had seen during lunch but didn’t know. I couldn’t tell who the girl was that Bonnie had paired with, but from her backside she looked good from here.
Marc walked by and slapped my arm. When I turned, we slapped hands.
I looked up to see Gage was the leader of our class and I was anxious to see him in action.
Was I ever impressed with him after seeing him in action. He doesn’t only call out the commands, he does the practice routines as he calls them out to us. He does them as if he’s really in hand to hand combat with an invisible opponent the way he kicks high and thrusts his arms and legs forward on his blocks.
There were a few times during this first session when I wondered if he even remembered we were out here. He was that serious and he was that intense in his actions. As I watched him, I went through the same moves he did, trying to mimic his actions. I had to wonder if I’d ever be as good as he and his dad.
When he called a break, I knew we had been at it for a long time — going over and over our lunges, steps, thrusts and blocks. In the break room I saw the clock. We had been at it non-stop for forty-five minutes.
During break I saw Harlan and he told me we have most of our starting offense here tonight and the guys had told him the remaining members of our team had signed up for two classes a week also.
“That’s awesome, Dalton. Do you realize what this would mean to our team if all of us could stick this out?”
“One thing it would do is bond us even closer together as a team.”
“Exactly, and I’d even say we’d be the only football team in Texas with all the members taking martial arts too.
“Dalton, let’s call another meeting and see if we can’t challenge each member to at least advance to the next three levels.”
“Pass the word and I will too. We’ll try to meet before we travel to West Plains on Thursday.”
“We don’t practice late on Wednesday. What do you think about asking Gage and his folks if we can all meet here in their other room over there?”
“Here he comes now. I’ll ask him and if he says yes, we’ll start passing the word.
“Hey Gage - Harlan and I were just talking about you. Got a minute before we start again?”
“Sure. What’s up?”
“We’re planning a team meeting and Harlan suggested we ask you and your dad if we could meet in that big room over there.”
“I don’t see why not. I’ll ask Dad and let you know before we leave.”
“That’ll work. Thanks, Gage.”
“Yeah thanks, Gage. I hope we can get all our guys to stick it out this winter and make it up three levels at least,” Harlan told him.
“I’ll go see dad now while everyone gets set for the next session,” Gage told us and hurried toward the opposite door.
He ran back into the room almost immediately and gave me a thumbs up before he started our practice routines again. I turned to see Harlan with his thumbs up and a big smile.
After class our gang milled around talking and planning for our next class. I saw Bonnie and her friend but never did see who the girl was. Finally I saw Bonnie alone and walked over.
“Where’s your friend? I never did see who she was. Is she the one who wanted the autograph on my underwear?”
“She had to go to the restroom. You mean you haven’t recognized her yet?”
“No, I never could see her face. Are you going to tell me?”
“Just look for a pretty girl who’s carrying the plastic bag with your undies in it. That should give you a clue.”
I looked up to see Ms. Jorgenson walking toward us. I didn’t even know she was here. Damn she looks like a high school girl. She stopped to speak to Priscilla and I saw a plastic bag in her left hand.
NO WAY!!
“Bonnie, is that her? I mean the girl who was your partner tonight?”
“Oh - Ms. Jorgenson? Yes, she told me today she had talked to Priscilla and that Priscilla had convinced her to take the classes. I told her that if she did join, I didn’t have a sparring partner yet and she could be my partner.”
“She looks even younger without makeup on and dressed in that uniform.”
“She does doesn’t she, Rick? In that loose top, you’d never know her tits are even bigger than mine, would you?”
“Bonnie?”
“What, Rick?” She was smiling that - I got your ass this time - smile.
“She’s carrying a tote bag with the T-shirt shop logo on it!”
“I know. I gave it to her.”
“Shit, Bonnie. Here she comes!”
“C’mon, Outlaw. Don’t panic. She’s just another pretty girl. Put you best move on her sexy ass.”
“That’s not funny, Bonnie!”
“Just be cool and casual, Rick. She’s already a big fan of yours and I’d lay odds right now that she wants to give you some pussy!”
I took a deep breath and as soon as Ms. Jorgenson was close, I reached my hand out to take hers, “Ms. Jorgenson, it’s good to see you here. I didn’t recognize you at first. I want to thank you again for helping me with that photo of Dad.”
“Hi, Rick. I was glad you came to me for help. Please feel free to ask me any time you need help like that.”
“I’ll remember that. Have you taken a martial arts classes before?”
“No, but I’m really glad Bonnie and Priscilla, I mean Ms. Pierson, convinced me to join the class now.”
“I am too ... I mean it’s good to see you here with the other teachers.” Shit, I felt like my throat was clogging up when I tried to talk to her. Especially with her carrying that plastic bag with my boxers and T-shirt in it.
“Have you taken martial arts lessons before, Rick? When I watched you earlier, you looked so professional, like you were an advanced student of the art.”
“No, I just started this week.” I looked at Bonnie and she was nodding and smiling. I knew she was about to jump into this.
“Rick, I’ve already told Ms. Jorgenson about you helping me at night after our classes and how much I’ve learned by training with you no longer than we’ve been doing it together,” Bonnie said and I knew where this was going.
“She sure did, Rick and I hope you don’t mind that I agreed to come over and train with you and her. I know you’re busy with football and school and your martial arts classes. But I really do need the extra training.
“Bonnie even told me that you run each morning at the park near your home. I run at the same park only in the afternoons after school. She also told me that you date Brandy Crenshaw too and that she has started running with you now. Did you know my apartment is in the complex directly behind Brandy’s home?”
I looked at Bonnie while she was talking and Bonnie was nodding and motioning for me to keep going. The others were already headed for the door and I saw Brandy coming over.
“I don’t mind at all that Bonnie asked or that you agreed to join us. Here comes Brandy now. She and I train a lot together too,” I said as Brandy walked up and put her arm around my waist.
“Hi, Ms. Jorgenson. I’m glad you joined the classes. I haven’t seen you out on your balcony lately since it’s cooled off,” Brandy said as she snuggled close to me.
“Hi, Brandy. It has been a little cool for a few days, but I did get a lot of sun this past weekend while it was pretty. I’ll miss laying in the sun now until spring. I was just telling Rick that Bonnie told me you’ve started running with him at the park. I run there in the afternoons. I’ve always been afraid to run early because it’s so deserted there in the mornings.”
“Then you should run with Rick and me. Rick wouldn’t mind, would you Rick?” Brandy asked and I felt her poke my butt.
“I really wouldn’t mind, Ms. Jorgenson. But we probably need to go now, everyone has left but us and our gang will be waiting for us.”
“Oh, I need to hurry and catch Priscilla, I mean Ms. Pierson. I rode over here with her.”
Bonnie looked at Brandy and me with a grin on her face then turned to Ms. Jorgenson, “Wait and I’ll go with you. You could ride with us if you like. Rick will have to take Brandy home later anyway.” I heard her say as they walked out.
“Let’s go, Rick. I think Bonnie is trying to set you up with Ms. Jorgenson. I hope you let me watch if she does. Just wait until you see her naked.”
“You’ve seen her naked?” I asked as we walked out to see the others waiting to get in the SUV. I reached into my pocket and hit the clicker for the door locks.
“Yes. She hangs sheets on either side of her balcony and lays out without her bikini on. She and I wave at each other when I lay out in our backyard.”
“You lay out naked too, I suppose?”
“You know I do.”
I saw Priscilla standing next to her car and pulled Brandy with me as I walked over.
“I just wanted to say goodnight,” I told her and touched her hand.
“Thanks, Rick.”
“Brandy, you always look so beautiful and sexy. Take care of our guy until we can be together again.”
“I will. I think maybe Bonnie has plans for our guy too, don’t you?”
“I know she does. She told me she did and I want to know all about it too. I mean each and every detail. That girl’s body smokes, doesn’t it, Rick?”
I had to laugh at her.
“Yes it does.”
Bonnie, Molly, Ben, Em, and Tara were in the backseat. Brandy and Ms. Jorgenson were in the passenger seat, which was a bucket seat and they were laughing as they tried to get settled.
Ben got out with Em and Tara. Their parents were gone for two days and he was staying over. That left Bonnie and Molly in the backseat and Molly was in a heated, whispering phone conversation with Marc. As soon as I pulled into our carport, Molly grabbed me and kissed me, then Brandy. Then she kissed Bonnie on her mouth and ran home.
I saw Ms. Jorgenson watching as Bonnie and Molly kissed.
“I hope you won’t ever tell anyone you saw them kiss like that. They’ve been best friends since they were in diapers together and Molly is like a sister to Bonnie and me,” I told her as we walked inside with Brandy.
“I’d never tell, Rick. That was some kiss she gave you, Brandy and Bonnie though,” she said and I saw her shiver all the way to her shoes.
Bonnie ran in and closed the door. She reached for Ms. Jorgenson’s hand and pulled her into Mom’s room. Brandy was right behind them.
Bonnie came back into the kitchen wearing some of my boxers and a Dalton Gang T-shirt. She grabbed me and kissed me like she was about to fuck me, “You trust me, don’t you, Rick?” she asked and flashed her naked tits at me.
“You know I do, now just tell me what your evil plan is.”
“Strip down and put some boxers on without your support. Trust me just a little longer and I’ll fuck your lights out after you take Angie and Brandy home.”
“Bonnie, you know I’m not going to do anything if she’s not a willing, don’t you?”
“I know that. We’re not even going to fuck her tonight. We’re just going to get her so horny for you, she’ll be ready to fuck you the next time she sees you. Believe me, Rick, her pussy is on fire to fuck The Outlaw.
“Now, hurry and strip down and put these on,” she told me and handed me a pair of my boxers.
“No wonder I can never find them.”
“We need to go buy you some more soon. I’ll help you pick them out this time. Now get your ass in gear, Outlaw!
“Push the table and chairs back too. We’re going to mix up some sexy Taekwondo salad in the kitchen.”
I wasn’t sure about letting Bonnie and Brandy line up pussy for me, but I wasn’t about to refuse fucking Ms. Angie Jorgenson’s sexy ass, even in front of them, if it came to that.
I was standing in the kitchen wearing only my thin white boxers when they came back. I had the table and chairs pushed all the way to the cabinet so we’d have plenty of room.
I expected Angie to be shy if they had her in my boxers and a T-shirt with no bra on her big tits.
They came through the door from Mom’s bedroom, arms linked together at their elbows and kicking sideways like they were doing the Can-Can.
Angie was laughing, but she was kicking just as high as Brandy and Bonnie as they danced around me then stopped to face me. There were six nipples about to punch holes in those three shirts.
I already knew I was going to get an erection!
I decided to take charge and make them do some serious practice routines.
“Okay, since we’re here to practice our Taekwondo routines, I want the three of you to pay attention and keep up. We don’t have long but we’re going to make the most of it. Now spread out and let me see how serious you really are.
“Ready?”
Before they could answer I started reciting the commands.
I did each of my moves just as I remembered Gage doing them. I didn’t really expect them to be serious but they fooled me as they kicked just as hard as I did and their lunges and thrusts were just as sharp and precise as mine. I kept an eye on the clock above the stove and worked my body harder than I had yet on the routines. They were right with me and they were not smiling either as we went through all that we had learned so far.
I counted ten complete routines in thirty minutes and I knew that was pushing it. We had only done eight tonight with Gage leading us.
When I called break, they didn’t relax, they rushed me.
Brandy and Bonnie were on either side of me and they were as sweaty as I was.
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Disclaimer Copyright, 2012, Patricia Steel ([email protected]) Do whatever you want with this story, only keep my name attached, please. Please report any and all orgasms arrived at through reading and masturbating to these words. I love knowing that I am deliberately manipulating your mind into an erotic state. Thanks, and Enjoy. Chapter 1 I don’t know what his business is. The only time I asked him, we were riding in his limo, on the way to a Japanese opera, and he...
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Callum hurried down the vacant school corridor on his way to the lesson. He was already ten minutes late. He turned a sharp corner and all of a sudden collided with someone coming in the other direction. His bag went flying, spilling out the entirety of its contents on to the floor.The embarrassment of that alone would have been bad enough but at the bottom of his bag were a pair of leather handcuffs which, along with the rest of the bahs contents, were now scattered across the floor....
I was working in the tourist trade on the Island that I live on just off the south coast of the UK mainland and I was working hard this day in the Hotel Bar when I met these two American Ladies and the husband of one of them, well these where the first Americans I had met and they where so nice and easy to get on with, they where so friendly and I got to know them very well over the next week. Bill the man wanted to buy my tartan hat from me one night when he saw me getting ready to go home,...
An America Girl in Aden by Aurelius(The story takes place in Aden, a small British trading port in South Yemen, Arabia. The year is 1880.)As-salaam 'aleikum.wa 'aleiku-salaam. The visitors responded.Welcome, welcome. Please seat yourselves. Be at ease. You are honoured guests in my humble home.Mr. and Mrs. Walter Carrstairs sat down nervously on a plush upholstered chaise, anxious not to cause offence to their host. This rich Yemenis home was the...
Allyson involuntarily leaned back on the steps, her naked rear end on the edge of the third step from the bottom brushing up against the rough pile of the carpeted stairs. Her clothes were in a pile on the floor around her socked feet, her hands were tied behind her back with the shoes strings from the saddle shoes Hannah had bought her. Her hair was mussed, and had she been able to see, her lipstick was smudged. Standing in front of her were two young men, a third, the one who’d knotted her...
At first the call from Audra caught the boys off guard, but they quickly recovered. While Wayne pulled the sleeping bags out of the tent and rolled to them up, Paul loaded the fishing gear and coolers. Aubrey soon had the tent down, and after a walk over to clean up any litter they were on their way. All three were tired so to keep awake they started to chatter. A number of things came up, but in the back of everyone’s mind there was only one topic that anyone cared about. ‘So she wants to...
Dressed in a slutty school girl costume, Callie took to the stage. The heavy bass of the music pounded out the rhythm as she bumped and gyrated down the narrow runway between club members. She blew out her bubblegum until it popped loudly and winked at a regular patron before skipping back to the pole in the centre of the dance area and began a nasty series of moves, grinding and humping against the big pole.Though nineteen, she looked the epitome of a naughty school girl and had many fans...
Dressed in a slutty school girl costume, Callie took to the stage. The heavy bass of the music pounded out the rhythm as she bumped and gyrated down the narrow runway between club members. She blew out her bubblegum until it popped loudly and winked at a regular patron before skipping back to the pole in the centre of the dance area and began a nasty series of moves, grinding and humping against the big pole.Though nineteen, she looked the epitome of a naughty school girl and had many fans...
By mid-morning the Hanson’s had managed to get Allyson back to their house. Mrs. Hanson, Audra, helped her upstairs and back into Paul’s bedroom. Allyson had been given a heavy dose of antibiotics, a mild pain killer, and a sedative to calm her down. Audra was thankful the doctors had medicated her so heavily since it had made it easier to get her settled. All the way back Allyson tried valiantly to assert herself, she insisted she’d soon be OK and able to start back out on her own. Audra knew...
“Really?” she asks me with a curious smile. “That’s what some psychological studies have suggested”, I reply. A psychoanalytical suggestion that men are attracted to the female’s butt because it stands for the breasts seems to intrigue Allyson, my 19 years old Australian student. She is one of the most lively and vivacious girls amongst the 31 odds students from Italy, France, Chile, Argentina, US, India, Iran, Japan, Korea and Australia who are in the international graduate exchange programme...
TabooI don't normally write from a male perspective... so, go easy on me :)--I was, by any measure, a successful man. Finance director at a Fortune 500 company, fast car, beautiful wife, gorgeous home in an affluent part of town. I had it all, yet I threw it all away and became a sissy bitch with barely a second thought. And it all started with Cally.Cally owned my world and she didn't even know it. She was one of the P.A.s from across the hall. She worked for Hunter Chesterton, if I remember...
Caleb Douglas is the name and I’m a young African-American stud who’s having the time of his life. Seriously. Why is that? Well, let’ s see. I’m a full-scholarship student at Ripley College in Boston, Massachusetts. Ripley College was founded in the year 1950 by philanthropist and popular author Patricia Ripley and her husband, billionaire Thomas Highland Smith. They passed away ten years later but the Ripley & Smith Foundation has continued to look after the fledging college, providing...
There was a small family resturant down the street from the hotel we were staying at. A nice place, the main thing that stuck in my mind was all the blue tile on the walls and floor. A little while after we began our meal, I decided to go grab a smoke and draw, maybe wander around a little. I am what you would call a considerate smoker and chose to light up outside, being it was daylight my mother figured I couldn't get into too much trouble by wandering. I walked out to the...
September 1, 2007, I remember that day well. Michigan Wolverines fans wish they could forget that day. That was the day their football program took a huge hit. Since that day they haven't fully recovered. That was the day I hooked up with my first American. I was still reeling from Kira, and I was glad to get away for a couple days. I went with a few buddies down to Ann Arbor to watch that game. For me, I wanted to hit a game when the weather was still warm. We fully expected a blowout, and...
College SexMilena Dorin awakened from her slumber. She grabbed her iPhone and pressed the button to see the time. It was 6:14 a.m. She decided to get up and bathe. She walked into the master bathroom of her palatial two-bedroom, two-bath downtown condo. She pulled her douching apparatus from beneath the sink. She cleaned out her 40-inch ass. After completing that task, she hopped in the shower. The steamy, hot water felt good against her milky-white skin. She scrubbed her curvaceous figure with a purple...
Sold as an American Bride By Jena Corso Michael and James were having a great time at their business conference in Moscow. After three days they had begun to make the business contacts they felt they needed if they were going to succeed in opening the Russian branch for the firm. On our fourth night they were beginning to adjust to the time difference and enjoying dinner and a few cocktails when Michael received an unexpected phone call. As Michael hung up the phone he stared at...
Xavier watched Ameena flee when she saw him. Hecursed under his breath. He was never going to fuck her if shekept avoiding him. She'd been wearing a small bikini giving him aquick glance at an incredible body. When his prey was out ofsight, Xavier finally noticed her husband had been standingnearby. "Your wife have a problem with black men?"Norman Howard was leaning over an expensive looking digitalcamera on a tripod. He'd been trying to photograph his wife andlooked upset that he'd been...
Bye Bye Miss American Pie. Codes: M/F, Spanking, Romance.It was Friday night and the big city blues were in full swing. Amidst the swirl of alcohol and misty tobacco I was with a few of the (motley) crew from lower south side getting totally blitzed on cheap vodka and snakebites as we sat listening to the sound of rebellion coming from the Fat Larry jukebox.Call me Joe by the way. At last count I'm 25 going on 40. Looks wise I'm tall, dark but nothing special at all. Anyway, I looked better in...
Last winter, during a January marked by both voluntary and involuntary shutdowns of Washington, DC, I went to a large room at 26 Federal Plaza in lower Manhattan to swear allegiance to a government that at the time was having trouble staying open for business. With about fifty other people from a broad swath around the globe, I walked in a citizen of another place and walked out an American. There were several Chinese people like myself in the group, but I was the only Canadian. We all came...
Disaster Averted The change to the new order of things had begun with Monica Bushnell. With the support of the ACLU and NOW, she sued, citing the double standard of men being able to be bare chested in public and women not having that right. The case, Bushnell vs Cuomo, had gone to the Supreme Court after reversals and appeals at lower court levels. In a seven to two decision, for which the Chief Justice wrote the majority opinion, the law of the land was interpreted to mean that women had the...
The old man's hand was trembling, as he shook another hand. It seemed that everyone wanted to thank him for his service, before they meandered away and ignored the shape his country was in. It was another Fourth of July, and the old man was grieving over what he saw in the news, and on the streets of his country. "Thank you for your service," another young man said, "and Happy Fourth of July," he continued as he reached for the old man's hand. "Celebrate it while you can," the old man...
I knew now, knew without the slightest doubt, what my subconscious had been trying to tell me. The Oasis aftermath. The Gunthers. Or the Meriwethers. Or maybe both. Almost certainly Gunner. I had been the instigator of the Gunthers’ downfall. Was probably the symbol. Hated symbol. And the Gunther collapse was tied directly to the arrests of David and Charles Meriwether. The Buckshot Video was similar to the FaceTime video I’d saved on my laptop. When Greta Gunther blew the head off one of...
Fourteen year old Adam writhed in pain. He was lying on his bed with nipple clamps attached firmly to his chest and handcuffs securing him to the bed frame. Intermittently his 17 year old step brother Callum whipped him across his bare chest with a flogger further increasing his discomfort. I should say at this point the story isn’t going to be about the bondage games Adam and Callum played together. You see, when Callum and his mother had first moved in with Adam the two boys discovered they...
It was a sunny Friday afternoon. Adam was relaxing in his room when he heard a sudden shattering of glass downstairs. He ran down the stairs to find one of the front windows was now in pieces all over the floor, a frisbee laid on the carpet in amongst the glass. Just as moved to the door to look for the culprits the door bell sounded. Two girls from his school, Tilly and Summer, stood at the doorstep with guilty expressions on their faces.?Hi.? Said Tilly. ?We’re really sorry but it was us...
Leo's entire life has been devoted to sexual exploration and so it was with his ambition as Sasha. I was driving a taxi part-time, a job recommended by my football coach when I met Matisha. I didn't recognize her as a man, she was that good. She was coming out of a motel with a truck driver and wearing a large cowboy belt buckle and shiny black boots. Matisha's legs were bronzed brown in a wrap around red dress that hugged her sexy hips. I considered fucking her myself, so after dropping off...
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