by Autumn Avery
“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”
A second passes, but it’s the longest moment of my life. Then, like a whistle was just blown, Walker advances on me.
Game time.
My entire body shakes as both of his hands grip my waist. A shiver rocks me to my core, and I can’t help but look at the floor. But he’s having none of that, and before I know it he’s lifting my chin to his and I’m looking into his beautiful eyes. I’m entranced. My mouth starts to water as his lips approach mine.
When we kiss, the tension of the last few days dissolves and leaves just us, standing in front of each other, embracing.
His lips are soft and wet and I feel his tongue slip into my mouth. He kisses hungrily and I kiss back, his strong chest warm against my body. He’s dripping with sweat. He must have just come back from practice. This might turn some girls off, but I love it. It’s primal. He’s like an animal, and I can smell him. His scent is overwhelming, and with his strong, taught arms wrapped around me, I feel tiny beneath him.
Take me.
Almost like he can hear me, Walker snatches my shirt over my head. I barely have time to realize it’s gone before he’s got my bra off too. He is a pro.
His eyes move from my eyes to my chest and I see the lust in his eyes. His hands move from my waist to my breasts and he cups them firmly. The sensation is like a shock through my body, and I automatically arch my back and press closer against him. I feel a flood of warmth between my legs as my body readies for him.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he whispers to me. His words excite me even more. Gorgeous. No one’s ever called me gorgeous before. Cute maybe, but never gorgeous.
Before I realize what’s happening, Walker bends forward and sucks my left nipple. I feel like I could explode already. His tongue flicks gently, making circles, and I can’t help but moan. Hearing this, Walker pulls back quickly and slams the door shut.
Like it was nothing, Walker lifts me by the waist and tosses me on the bed. He’s just manhandling me, there’s no other way to describe it. And I’m loving it. My heart is racing, and I actually start to writhe back and forth on the bed, looking up at his flawless body standing over me.
I see the bulge in his towel. He’s ready for me. Here it comes.
Walker reaches down, grabs me by the waist, and spins me easily on the bed so my head is at the edge. With one hand, he flips me over so I’m on my stomach. I look up at him as he drops his towel.
I literally can’t breathe when I see what’s underneath.
It’s not like I haven’t seen it before, but these circumstances are a little different. This isn’t the cannonball party, and Walker Junior knows it.
His cock stands at rigid attention, and I can’t even believe how big it is. It almost looks fake, and Walker must be loving my reaction, because I hear him slightly chuckle above me. I look up, eyes wide, to see him looking down at me with an animalistic lust.
“Open,” he says simply. And I obey without a second thought. He moves forward and slides the tip of his cock into my mouth. I have to open as wide as possible to accept his girth. He’s warm, and I taste his precum against my tongue. It’s salty and sweet, and I swallow eagerly, wondering what the real thing tastes like. Walker groans, almost growls, and pushes deeper.
There’s no way that will fit, I think. Either place.
But Walker keeps pushing. I’d expect nothing less from him. I open wider and feel my eyes begin to water. I look up at him, my vision blurred, and see him looking down at me. He’s pleased. I see it on his face. Seeing him there I can barely believe it. I have Walker Johnson’s cock in my mouth.
But before I have a chance to take this in, Walker has his hands on me again. He pulls out of my mouth and grabs my waist, popping the top button and pulling my pants off as easily as he took off my shirt. I spread my legs for him and arch my back off the bed to help him with my panties, but Walker is full of surprises.
With one strong hand, he presses me down on the bed. He kneels in front of me and grabs my thighs and presses his face between my legs. My hands clench the blankets tight as I feel his breath against me. His lips open and he kisses me right on my panties. It’s the ultimate tease.
Take them off! I want to scream at him. I look down at him, pleading desperately with my eyes, only to find him looking up at me. I can’t see his mouth, but I can tell he’s smiling. He’s enjoying this.
Deliberately, so I can see him do it, he opens his mouth and extends his tongue. I gasp as he presses it against my panties, giving me a hint of what’s in store for me. If I wasn’t already ridiculously wet by now, this would drive me over the edge. His tongue moves to the side and he kisses my inner thigh, first the left and then the right.
“Fuck!” I gasp, my voice barely a whisper.
“Mmmm,” he replies from between my legs. And then he does it.
He pulls my panties aside and I feel his tongue. “Oh, God!” I say, clamping a hand over my mouth to stifle the sounds of my pleasure.
Walker Johnson has talent. I mean, I already knew that, but it seems like it applies to everything he does. His tongue moves with as much skill as he moves on the field as he presses into me, his lips opening and enveloping all of me.
When his tongue moves up and presses against my clit I can’t contain myself. When I cum, it’s like my entire body cums too. That tingling sensation that happens when your foot falls asleep – something similar courses through me, radiating outward from my core, accompanied by waves of pleasure like I’ve never felt before.
“Oh!” is all I can manage to say as my legs begin to twitch. It’s so intense that I almost want him to stop, but I know he wouldn’t even if I asked him to. I’m under his control. This is his game, and he’s the number one star.
I start to come down from the most intense orgasm of my entire life, but Walker doesn’t give me a second to recover. Both his hands grab me under the ass and he lifts me, pulling my panties off and tossing them aside. I’m now completely naked before him.
I should be self-conscious being so exposed in front of such a flawless male body, but I’m not. He’s looking at me like I’m the sexiest woman in the world – like I’m the only woman in the world.
Now Walker isn’t the only one sweating.
As he stands before me, every inch of his body hard and ready, I feel my nerves kick in. If you’d told me a week ago that this would be happening to me, there’s no way I would have believed you. The idea of a girl like me and a guy like him was just ludicrous, but here it was happening.
Am I dreaming? I wonder, but I don’t have time to continue that thought. Walker leans down and puts both arms on either side of my head. I can feel the warmth of his body looming over me. I can smell him. I can see nothing but his beautiful face looking down at me.
And then I feel him push. The tip of his dick presses against me, spreading me open. I gasp. He’s huge!
I look down and see he hasn’t even put half the tip in. How am I going to take this?
“Are you ready for this?” He asks me. I try to speak, but I can’t. All I can do is look into his eyes and nod. The slightest smile comes over his face, and he pushes.
With one deep thrust, Walker buries his entire length in me. The feeling takes my breath away. It hurts. It feels like I’m being torn in half . I want to scream, but manage to control myself. The shock hits me. I’m doing this!
As he pulls back and begins to thrust, the pain is overwhelmed by pleasure. I’m overwhelmed by pleasure.
Nothing I’ve felt before could prepare me for this. I’d heard girls talk about men that were hung like Walker, but I could never understand until now. He’s filling me entirely. Every bit of me belongs to him. I told him to take me and he is.
He’s so hard.
I look down and watch him moving in and out of me, and I almost can’t believe it. It shouldn’t even be possible. I must look shocked, because I hear Walker chuckle softly. My eyes look up at
his.
“Told you,” he says. “You like that?”
I nod again. It’s all I can do. My body isn’t listening to me right now. My body is his. There’s no way I could take any control in this situation, and I don’t want to. Walker’s technique is flawless, just like his body, just like his game on the field.
I can’t believe how wet I am. My body is reacting to him in ways it never has. The sensations flooding through me are radiating out from between my legs and engulfing me completely. Nothing could have prepared me for this, and now that it’s happening to me, I can’t even react.
“Fuck you feel good,” Walker tells me. I look into his eyes and see that he means it. There’s no false bravado here or fake flattery. He means it.
“Yeah?” I manage to stammer.
“So tight,” he says, licking his lips.
“Everyone—must be with you,” I say back. Walker grins and shakes his head.
“Not like this.” Is he serious?
Walker picks up the pace, and I arch my back off the bed. He’s so deep! If he was any bigger there’s no way I’d be able to take it all. Our bodies slap together as he goes faster and faster. I feel my second orgasm swelling within me, and it’s not long before I’m pushed over the edge.
“I’m cu-cumming!” I say. My whole body shudders as I climax. My legs shake and I feel my pussy clench down on his cock. “Fuck!”
Walker groans and I feel his cock twitch within me. With a growl, he snatches me roughly by the hair and pulls my face to his. In my ear, he whispers, “Mmm, what are you trying to do, make me cum?”
His words enflame me, but I’m still cumming, and my head rolls back against the bed. His fist tightens in my hair, clenching tight, and he leans forward and kisses my neck. My entire body twitches and threatens to push him out of me, but Walker presses his down on me with all his weight, pinning me to the bed and driving his cock deep inside me.
My arms wrap around his strong back and my hands clench down uncontrollably. My nails dig into his skin, and I wish I could stop, but I can’t. I’m cumming too hard, feeling each pulse of my orgasm against his cock, feeling every inch of him inside me.
Finally, I start to come down. My hands relax. My body stops shaking, and I’m able to open my eyes again. Walker’s eyes are inches from mine, our faces pressed together. We’re both covered in sweat, and I’m soaking wet. It’s one big mess on Walker’s bed, and I’m loving every minute of it. And from the looks on his face, so is he.
“You’re amazing,” I whisper.
“Told you,” he says with a chuckle. He leans down and kisses me gently on the lips, like I was his girlfriend. “So are you. But I’m not done with you yet.”
He pulls out of me so suddenly I have to gasp for breath. But then his hands are on my hips, and he’s flipping me over onto my stomach. I move to get onto my knees, but he shoves me roughly down against the mattress. How does he want me?
Before I can think any more, Walker mounts me from behind, his knees on either side of my hips, and slides his cock inside me.
“Fuck!” I scream into the mattress. This angle is even more intense than the last, and I can feel him in my stomach. There’s no easing me into this one. Walker starts to fuck me like a beast possessed with lust. The whole bed is shaking as he raises up off me and thrusts back down, bringing his entire body weight down on top of me. He might break the bed if he keeps going like this.
But I don’t care. I’m literally screaming into the mattress as he pounds me. There’s nothing else I can do. I’m powerless beneath him as he has his way with me. If it were even possible, his cock is even harder. It’s like a slab of hot steel between my legs. He spanks me.
That’s never happened before. The sting causes me to tense up, which makes me even more aware of his monster cock inside me. He spanks me again – harder.
“Yes!” I scream, not even sure if he can hear me.
“Take my cock,” he growls, fucking me harder and harder. I’m going to rip in half!
As if things couldn’t get any better, Walker slides a hand beneath me and his fingers find my clit. This is too much. I feel like I’m going to pass out. I need air. I twist my head aside and gasp deep breaths. Walker’s other hand grasps by neck, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to let me know that I am his.
Playing with my clit, Walker pulls my body into his as he slams down onto me, pumping in and out of me with his huge cock. I’m soaked. The bed is soaked. He’s going to make me cum again.
“That’s it, baby,” he says from above me. “Cum again for me. I love it.”
“You want me to cum for you?” I ask him, surprising myself. I’ve never been a dirty talker, but Walker is bringing things out in me I never knew were there.
“I wanna fucking feel it,” Walker says. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”
“Yeah?” I ask, just wanting to hear his voice again.
“You make me so hard,” he tells me, thrusting me furiously. I’m getting close. His fingers are magic, moving in small circles against my clit. I seriously feel like I’m going to pass out as I cum again.
“Fuck yeah!” Walker says. “I’m gonna fucking cum too.”
My pussy clenches down, and I feel his cock twitch, followed by a hot spurt of his cum as it shoots inside me, filling me. Again and again he cums. We cum together. He shoots inside me, burying his cock, coating me, marking me as his.
It feels incredible. I shouldn’t be letting this happen, but I’m powerless to stop it. My most basic human desires have taken me over.
Walker collapses on top of me, enveloping me in his sweaty arms. We’re both absolutely soaked, and it’s perfect. The thud of his heartbeat pulses against my back. This was perfect. He is perfect. His cock is still hard inside me, and for a second I think he’s going to go for round two. But finally he slips out of me, leaving me feeling suddenly empty.
My eyes are welling up with tears. Am I crying? No. Just my body’s reaction to being fucked stupid. My mind is racing, trying to settle on one thought, but I just can’t do it.
Dick drunk, I think, remembering Abbey’s slang term for having your brains fucked out of you. That’s what I am right now. Walker is a God, a wizard, a champion. How many other girls has he ravaged like this? I think. No! Don’t think about it!
I push the thought from my mind and feel his fingers brush a mat of sweaty hair from my face. I open my eyes and see he’s not feeling too differently than I am. In fact, he’s not even focusing on me. His eyes are closed and he looks like he’s lost in the clouds somewhere.
His hands move like they have a mind on his own, gently caressing my cheek like we were old lovers.
But we’re not old lovers, I think, feeling something tighten in my chest as I look at him. We’re not even together.
Walker is my assignment – my story.
And I just slept with him. I just did exactly what I told myself not to do.
7
Walker
It’s game day, but I wake up thinking about Emmy. I’m spent. Running sprints is one thing, but going to down on the girl you’ve been lusting over for several days is completely different. Man did I give it to her. That pussy is dangerous. I haven’t felt a girl so tight since…well…ever!
Not like it’s out of the ordinary or anything, but I wake up hard and roll over onto my side to readjust. My arm moves to the space where Emmy’s soft body should be, but she’s not there. I open my eyes to see I’m alone. That’s a first.
Normally I’m the one to bail. Hell, half the time I kick the girls out before the night’s over. I can’t be sharing a bed with just anybody. But Emmy isn’t just anybody, and I’m doing a lot of things I never do with her.
First of all, I hit it without a rubber. That’s a big no-no. With the amount of pussy I normally get, it’s wrap it then tap it. I mean, I’ve gone through so many condoms this year alone that I should be billing the school. They hand out free condoms every week in a bowl at the R.A’s room. T
he only problem is they never have any in my size.
Those normal ones just don’t fit. I have to stretch and pull on them just to get them on, and then I feel like the circulation to my dick’s being cut off and I wonder if I’m gonna break right through them when I blow my load. With all the money I’ve spent stocking up on rubbers I could have paid off a pretty decent car by now.
I always wear a rubber.
But with Emmy I couldn’t control myself. No, that’s not even it. With Emmy, it felt wrong to wear one. The thought of putting one on didn’t even cross my mind. I needed to feel her.
I needed to fill her with my cum.
Fuck! What was I thinking? Maybe she’s on the pill…
I doubt it though. I’m not sure why, but something about Emmy just makes me think no. Whatever sex she’s having with that boyfriend of hers is probably so boring and sterile that they use a condom every time and do it missionary for three minutes.
That’s a good point though. Her boyfriend. Isn’t she dating some idiot, and did she seriously just cheat on him? I hope not. I don’t like cheaters. I mean, I’ll fuck a girl with a boyfriend no problem, but there’s no future in a girl like that.
Once a cheater, always a cheater.
Emmy doesn’t strike me as that kind of girl, but the thought of it just makes me want to smash something. Wouldn’t that just be perfect? I let this chick worm her way into my life, start to feel something for her, and then it turns out she’s a coldhearted bitch that just fucked me, bailed, used me for a story and then ran back to her snooty little boyfriend that she’ll end up cheating on later when they’re married and bored.
Where the fuck did she go anyway? I think, looking at the empty bed beside me. My room is like a sauna, and I’m still soaked from last night. It doesn’t matter how I’m feeling right now, there’s no denying that last night was hot. Pornstar style, baby. Watching her get her mind blown was worth every little quip from her from the last few days. And man did she feel good.
I can still smell her on my fingers. I love it. That’s how you know you’re into someone – you like how they smell, and Emmy smells sweet. Some chicks? Forget about it. It’s like, what the Hell is going on with you? But Emmy? I could have gone down on her for hours. The view was spectacular from down there, and watching her writhe around as my tongue went to town on her was better than the best porn movie ever made. Shit, it was better than catching the winning pass against Seattle last season.
