She licked her lips. “You're very strong. Do you work out a lot?”
“I go to the gym a fair amount,” I replied.
“Good. I like a man who has a lot of stamina,” she said in a deep voice.
Holy hell. This woman was fucking dirty!
Ms. Harper crawled onto the bed and flipped over onto her back. I loved the way her large boobs separated and rested. “Get over here and rip these tights off me.”
I was on that bed as fast as lightning. I slipped my hands in the waistband of her yoga pants and started to pull down.
She put her hands on mine and stopped me. “No rip them off me. I want to see those muscles of yours flex.”
I wasn't sure what she meant until she spread her legs for me. I knew exactly what she wanted. I just wasn't sure I could do it.
I gripped the fabric around her crotch and pulled as hard as I could. The yoga pants ripped in the perfect spot, a hole just big enough for me.
Her wetness gushed out of her pussy. “Taste me,” she ordered.
I was already on my way down when I heard her instruction. I stuck my tongue out and tasted her sweetness. I had never done this before but I was pretty sure what I needed to do.
I lapped at her pussy, savoring every little bit. I found her fleshy bulb and played with it with my tongue. I knew I had found the right spot when her thighs closed around my head and I couldn't hear anymore.
I swirled my tongue around her clit in circles until even I could hear her moans over my blocked ears.
Suddenly her hips bucked, her pussy shivered, and she spread her wetness all over my face. She smashed my face into her crotch as she finished.
I was finally able to move my head once she unlocked me from her legs. I sat up and wiped my lips. “Was that good?” I asked.
Ms. Harper pushed her breasts together. “You did perfect, Ryan. Now take me. Fuck me with that big cock of yours.”
Here it was. The moment that would finally make me a real man. And it was with the definition of a perfect woman. I only hoped I could last long enough to satisfy her.
I lay down on top of her and we kissed, her hand traveling down my back and grabbed my ass. My tip was so close to her warm opening.
She broke away and looked in my eyes. “I want you to go slow, Ryan. Enter me with just your tip. This isn't a race to the finish. I want you to last a very long time.”
I nodded. “Yes, Ms. Harper. I took in a deep breath and pressed the head of my cock to her tight hole. It was surprisingly tight as I shoved just my tip in. I'd never felt a sensation like this. Not in the million times that I masturbated with my hand.
The overwhelming urge to come hit me like a ton of bricks.
I pulled out immediately and shut my eyes.
“Good, Ryan,” Ms. Harper said.
Chapter Five
“Wait for a moment to calm down and pierce me again. This time go deeper but not all the way.”
My lungs burned for oxygen. My cock was on the edge and it took all my willpower to bring it back even though my balls wanted to unload so badly.
I entered Ms. Harper again and shoved my cock until it was about halfway in. I could feel her clench around me. I was able to stay still for longer this time. She moaned softly and I almost lost it again.
I pulled out suddenly, on the verge of coming all over her. If I stroked my cock just once, it would be all over.
“All the way in this time, Ryan. Stretch me completely.”
I slid into her wet pussy with ease until my cock was totally buried inside her. Her titties jiggled just a little bit and I had to close my eyes and shut them out. I wanted to come all over them so much that it burned.
“You're doing great, Ryan. Open your eyes now and look at me.”
I opened one at first and then the other. Ms. Harper was way too fucking sexy. Her red lips were begging for my cock. I couldn't believe I was lasting so long. I wasn't moving but it felt so fucking good.
“Now I want you to thrust in and out once. Try to stay in control. Be patient and it will feel even better.”
I wound up and sank into her again. That overwhelming feeling hit me again. Her tits flopped back and forth. I pulled out and backed away.
“Take a breather and fuck me with your fingers.”
The room was getting unbearably hot but I didn't want to stop. Nothing could get me to stop with this woman. I took my middle finger and found her pussy. I slid it in and out while Ms. Harper rubbed her clit.
“More!” she yelled at me.
I put another finger in her and started to fuck her faster. “Like this?” I asked.
“More,” she ordered again.
I had almost my whole fist inside her as I fucked her with my hand. I watched those beautiful breasts of her knock around.
“Don't stop, Ryan! I'm going to come!”
I got to watch her climax and it was incredible. Her entire body shuddered around my fingers as she furiously rubbed her clitoris. I felt like I had so much power over her. My touch could bring about a earthquake of pleasure.
I pulled my fingers out licked her wetness off them.
Ms. Harper wiped her hair out of her face. She flipped over and got on her hand and knees and gave her ass to me. Her yoga pants still covered most of her bottom half. I needed to see that big ass of hers. I put my fingers in the open hole of her crotch and split the yoga pants, bringing out those bubbly cheeks.
“Spank me, Ryan. Spank me hard.”
My hand cut through the air and connected with both cheeks at once. Ms. Harper howled as I spanked her again. “Are you ready for me?” I asked, slapping her ass again.
Ms. Harper turned her head back to me. “Fuck me now with everything you got, Ryan. Don't hold back this time. I want you to cum deep inside me.”
I took my position behind Ms. Harper and plunged deep into her until my hips met her ass. Her back arched and we both cried out from the extreme pleasure.
“You're so tight around me,” I screamed.
“Pound my ass, Ryan!”
My hips crashed into her, my cock reaching even further depths. I picked up a rhythm and fucked her from behind harder and faster.
But I knew it couldn't last forever. That same sensation came back to me. It was all going to be over soon and I couldn't delay it any further.
“I'm going to come, Ms. Harper.”
“Come with me, Ryan!”
I finally succumbed to the building pressure and found my release inside her. Ms. Harper cried my name as I unloaded my sticky cum deep into her. Her ass rippled with pleasure as she climaxed.
My thrusts slowed down as the pleasure faded and my balls were now empty. I fell out of her and lay next to Ms. Harper on the bed. We were both sweaty all over and I watched Ms. Harper's boobs heave up and down for air.
“How was that?” she asked me.
“There aren't words for that.”
“I'm glad you liked it. I have some more things that need to be fixed. Do you have someone who can help you?” she asked.
I turned to her and nodded. “I think I know a guy who is really good at repairs. I can bring him over tomorrow.”
Chapter Six
I walked out of Ms. Harper's house with the biggest grin on my face. I was a new man. A real man now.
I found Jack sitting on the sidewalk playing with a stick and a can. He wasn't going to believe any of it.
He stood up when he saw me. “You were in there for four hours! Did you do it?”
I couldn't keep the surprise off my face. “It was fucking incredible, Jack. I mean I can't even describe what it felt.”
“No fuck that, Ryan. Tell me everything that happened in there. It's the only way I'm ever going to be happy in life.”
“I don't have to tell you because you're coming back with me tomorrow. Ms. Harper needs a couple of men to help her fix something big.”
Jack's eyes shot open. “Are you serious?”
I nodded.
Jack
jumped at me with a hug. “Did I ever tell you that I love you, Ryan?”
We were going to have the best summer of our lives.
The End
Story Six
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Charlotte is going to the Winter Games for ski jumping and the man she's known for so long is going there to support her.
Sebastian has had his eye on Charlotte and is going to do whatever it takes to help her get gold.
Even if it means going all the way in...
Chapter One
Competition has always been in my blood. As long as I could remember, I loved playing sports. I did everything: soccer, softball, gymnastics, and volleyball. Pretty much any sport a woman could play, I signed up for it.
Which was surprising what I actually ended up competing in...
Ski jumping.
I know it sounds crazy. You're probably asking, “Charlotte, how on earth did you pick a sport like that after you tried everything else.”
It was during one of our many family trips to the mountains. I had tried skiing and snowboarding before. I thought that it would be fun to try out the half-pipe and while it was amazing, I just couldn't see myself pulling off all those crazy tricks.
When I saw people trying out ski jumping off a small ramp, I thought they were insane. Flying into the air at high speeds and soaring over a football field length of snow, seemed very dangerous. How did these people not kill themselves?
I knew at that moment I had to try it for myself. My parents thought I had a death wish but I was determined.
Ski jumping has different categories of hills depending on their size. They wouldn't let a first timer go on a large jump. I couldn't even try the smallest hill yet. They were only for people with more experience. I first had to get used to ski jumping skis which were a lot bigger than normal skis.
I never considered myself a great skier but I figured that ski jumping wasn't about going down a slope. It was all about your form through the air, creating the least amount of drag. I started going off normal jumps with the ski jumping skis on just to get used to the feeling of them.
By the time I was ready for my first real jump, I was such a bundle of nerves that I doubted if I should even attempt it.
I tried a twenty meter hill which was the smallest one the mountain resort offered. The view from the top was absolutely terrifying. I was never afraid of heights before but this definitely changed my mind. It didn't help that my brain was constantly thinking about all the ways my body could be broken from falling.
I mustered up the courage and pushed myself down the hill. The winter air chilled my skin as I soared down the tiny hill. I made it off the jump and landed perfectly on the ground a moment later. It was a baby jump. I felt like I could do that in my sleep.
I went up to forty meters and then up to sixty meters. All that changed was the speed, the altitude, and the hang-time in the air. I felt like I could actually do it.
Before I got in anymore practice, the family vacation was over. I was so sad that it was over but I'd found a sport that I wanted to compete in more than any of the others. The feeling of soaring through the air like superman was unlike anything other.
People called me an adrenaline junkie or whatever. I didn't care. Adrenaline did factor into it somewhat but I liked the challenge of trying to push yourself to fly further and further than ever before.
When I told my family that I was skipping college to pursue ski jumping full time, they weren't shocked. They knew that they wouldn't be able to convince me.
Luckily my stepbrother, Sebastian was going to college so he was the one they could look to for success. I would never make much money doing ski jumping. That didn't matter to me. All I wanted was to make enough to allow me to be on the slopes all day long.
My ultimate goal was to make it to the Olympics. That was the dream of every athlete. Even the ones that their sport wasn't even a part of the Olympics.
I had competed in a lot of the USA competitions through the years and done very well. Ski jumping had become second nature to me.
The year that Sebastian graduated college, the year I turned twenty-two, was the year that I made the USA team and I was going to the Winter Olympics to compete for a medal.
My parents were astounded. They didn't know that letting me try ski jumping during a vacation could turn into something like this.
My stepbrother was even more ecstatic.
The one bummer was that my parents couldn't come see me compete. They couldn't take off the time to see me because they had already taken time off to see my compete in the championship and Olympic trials.
“I'm going to be there for you, Charlotte,” Sebastian said. “I've been saving all through college to take a nice vacation and this is it.”
I put my hand on his chest. “I don't want you to waste your money on a trip for me. You can always watch me on TV.”
Sebastian shook his head. “You're going to need all the support you can get. I'm going to go there and cheer you on as you win a gold medal.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes. “The chances of me even qualifying for the final round is very low.”
“Don't be modest, Charlotte. I've seen all your trophies. I've seen you have bad jumps and I've seen you fly farther than everyone else. If anyone can do it, it's you.”
Sebastian was making me tear up and get emotional. I already cried once when I found out I was going to the Olympics. Now he was going to make me cry again.
“I'm going to do my best.”
It was good that Sebastian was going with me. He was always my rock.
The biggest competition of my life was ahead of me.
Chapter Two
The plane ride was eleven hours long and I flew with some of the other athletes from the USA team. Sebastian was in the seat next to me asleep the entire time. He had taken some anti-nausea medicine that had knocked him out.
Meanwhile, I had nobody to talk to and the only thing that kept me going was my music. I listened to a lot of rap to pump me up for a competition. It gave me that extra boost of confidence that I needed.
When we landed, Sebastian and I had to separate as I went to the Olympic village for the athletes and he went off to his hotel.
“Shall we get dinner tonight to celebrate our first night at the Olympics?” he asked.
“That sounds great but first I need to sleep because I wasn't able to get any at all on the plane. Once I get settled in, I'll take a bus to your hotel.”
The Olympic village was like high-rise apartments. The USA team had their own floor with about four athletes to each suite.
The suites had a living room, small kitchen, two bedrooms, and two bathrooms. It was cool because the entire place had American flag décor. The robes, the towels, and even the rugs had the flag on it.
I found my twin-sized bed and threw my large duffel bag next to it. I face planted right into the pillow and passed out immediately.
Six hours later and a text message woke me up. I hadn't nearly gotten enough rest but Sebastian wanted to eat and I couldn't deny that I was starving too. We were going to a nice restaurant and the only clothes I had with me was skiing clothes. Lucky for me that the temperature was twenty degrees outside so most everyone would be as bundled up as I was.
The bus dropped me off right at Sebastian's hotel and we were eating at a restaurant on the bottom floor. Sebastian was waiting for me next to the elevators. He was all dressed up with nice pants on and a tight black dress shirt that showed off every muscle. I always thought that he could play a sport if he wanted to but he didn't have the same drive that I did.
“You look great, Charlotte,” he said with a smile.
I l
ooked up at my beanie that covered most of my head. I had put my blonde hair into pig tails. “Very funny, Sebastian. I didn't know that I should bring formal wear.”
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