My Friend’s Sister

by Bishop, K. M.

  I pulled him out of my mouth and then I quickly climbed on top of him. I lowered myself down onto his nine inches as fast as I could, ignoring the pain of his girth as he stretched me to the sides far and wide. When he was all the way in me, my body forced me to wait a minute. It forced me to wait while it got used to the pain and the movements I was asking it to do, but after a few seconds, I proceeded and pushed it on farther. I had to do this. I was so wet, so ready. I needed to come hard on his magnificent exuberance.

  “Fuck yeah,” I said. “You like that? Are you going to pound me? You gonna make me come hard?”

  “Yes,” Kip responded as he licked his lips and proceeded with a mad, hungry look in his eyes. His hands shot up and grabbed my large breasts as they jiggled and flopped around in his face from my intense humping. I was practically flying up and down on him now. It just felt so damn good that I was almost out of control as I wore him down, moving my body up and down hard. The pain mixing with the pleasure only spurred me on to do more, which made it all even them blissful. I held onto his chest as I bounced up and down on him, his hips rocking up under me with such a ferocity that I couldn’t believe it was really happening. At this rate, I was going to come so quickly.

  His hands were mushing my breasts together, sliding the skin together as he squeezed them with his mighty hands. He was so strong and his strength propelled me farther along the scale of lust. I was going to come soon. I could feel it building with every passage of his mighty rod into my wet womanhood. I was sliding up and down his rigid shaft with the greatest of ease now, lubricating the ride as best my body could. Kip was getting so hard inside of me. As I finished the completion of each movement, I could feel his body getting closer to orgasm as well. He was biting his lip now, his hands growing tighter around my chest, and his body growing hotter through his skin.

  I turned around suddenly on top of him to a reverse cowgirl position. I loved this position. I could lean back and have more control over the thrusting, plus I could really show Kip my backside and keep him in the dark from my face and what I might actually be thinking behind the curtain. I loved to keep him guessing.

  “Come on, give it to me!” I demanded as I bucked my hips hard in long, bursting waves of movement. Yes, I was getting closer. I was on top of the world with total bliss right now. I was going to come so hard all over him. My body was dripping wet inside and out, gushing between my legs and covering every ounce of Kip’s package with my special glaze.

  “Fuck yeah!” Kip groaned as he placed his hands on my hips and steadied himself. He was still pounding me from behind meeting my own rhythm as I slapped back against him with my hips. I was having trouble balancing, but I didn’t care. I was fine with it. I just wanted to get off good all over him. I could feel the orgasm growing within me, the vision of a dam about to break in my mind. That’s what it felt like.

  Kip suddenly pulled on my hips and I realized he’d sat up behind me. Now he was humping me even harder as he held me tightly and caressed my breast with his large hands performing a nice reach around my body. I was covered in a half hugging embrace with him now. I felt totally loved and almost worshipped in some sense. This was all I needed to blow my orgasm all over this beautiful man.

  “Yes!” I groaned as my body came hard all over his epic, warm, length. I was coming so hard, like I was breaking in half from the pressure. My body was shaking head to toe like a leaf in a storm. My mind felt broken for the briefest moment, as if some undefinable crack had occurred and for just a second I did not entirely remember who I was or where I was. I just knew the sweetness of the pleasure. This was the place where nothing made sense but it didn’t have to. Everything was fine, perfect, and totally relaxed. I wanted to just stay there forever. But it was only a glimpse, a momentary angle that this bliss had taken me to.

  My body was done. I was totally spent, but Kip had other ideas. He was not finished yet.

  Kip placed me on my stomach and then kissed me hard on the mouth before he hugged me tightly and entered me from behind in a doggy style position. My sensitive inner lips were trembling now with the onslaught of delicious pleasure that Kip would not let up with. As he entered me I felt myself getting closer to the edge again, almost as if I was jumping on some sort of a spring board and I was suddenly right back there ready to topple over the edge once more and send my body through waves of orgasmic pleasure.

  “Oh, you are so good… fuck!” Kip growled in my ear. I could feel him getting even harder inside my waking womanhood. My juices lathered his member up to the point that he was slipping right past the entrance and plunging deeply inside of me to the point I thought he might break through me and enter my very soul. I wanted to come hard once again, but this time I wanted to come with him. I knew he could time it just right and I would do the same before our bodies were forever connected.

  His tongue licked along the lobe of my ear. His breath grunted into my ear canal, rubbing smoothly against my eardrum. I was so tired. My body was screaming for rest, but I couldn’t let this go yet. I had to please Kip the way he’d pleased me and might still please me once again.

  “Are you ready, baby?” Kip grunted.

  “Oh, yes!” My voice was hoarse as the air had been taken from me. I could hardly hold on without passing out from the extreme bliss that was coursing through my entire body at the moment. Yes, I was ready…oh, I needed him to come inside of me, to fill my body full of his manhood.

  “Yes!” He roared into my ear as he let loose with his epic, huge climax. His whole body was quivering and his face looked like he might be about to have some kind of a seizure, but quickly he was blasting his sweet load all over my inner peace.

  And that was all it took. I felt myself falling over that sweet edge and dangling on the precipice to my new achievement. And then tumbling over I went and the floodgates opened up on my own climax. I was coming again, and this time it was even better than the first time.

  I threw my head back as I gasped loudly and tried to hold on without blacking out this time. But I wondered how I would recover from this miracle of bliss inside of me. My body shook violently around my core, which stayed remarkably still as I tried to contain myself and keep it all together.

  Finally, our bodies began to calm down and it was over. I laid softly against Kip’s chest, just listening to his heart beat. He was breathing softly, not a care in the world. That was how I felt. I felt at home, at peace with him. I couldn’t understand how I could care for someone so much that I’d only known a month, but there was no one in the world that I had ever loved more.

  And also a month ago I swore that I would never be with another man again, or at least for a good long while. It was amazing how the right person could come walking right into your life out of the blue when you least expected it to happen. But there Kip was. And he had saved me in a few ways. He’d saved me from giving up on love, on romance, and on a big portion of my life. I was stronger for what I had gone through and being with him had made me stronger. His strength had rubbed off on me.

  I closed my eyes and fell asleep realizing I’d never been happier.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Kip

  I ran onto the field and joined the huddle. We were up six to zip against Ohio State, one of our biggest rivals, until a moment ago when they had a huge run on us thanks to a missed tackle. Dammit.

  It was the remaining moments of the fourth quarter. We had some work to do if we were going to win this thing already. I couldn’t believe that we had lost it so quickly on such a bonehead play from Billy of all people. He missed a good tackle and they ran the ball down field. Now we were tied up and had just passed the two minute warning.

  I wanted to punch his lights out. I wondered if he tanked the play on purpose? The coach had been riding him hard lately, mostly I thought because he was frustrated that he couldn’t kick me off the team and he needed someone to punish. And Billy had been slacking a lot lately. I wondered if the imbecile was so distracted by things th
at he just couldn’t focus.

  I huddled up and listend to the breakdown of the play. We only had one shot at this. I was going to get the ball and hope to run it in to score the winning touchdown for us. It was a lot of pressure, and if I boggled it then we would have to go to overtime to win this thing. That was the last thing that any of us wanted. We were all tired and beat. Sometimes when it got like this and the pressure was so immense, it was hard to see why any of us played as hard as we did. So far, none of us had really seen any rewards. We all had to keep our eyes on the prize and look ahead to our futures. It would be alright. I could see the silver lining in plain sight of me.

  I took my position and waited for the snap. My opponent across from me was glaring at me, breathing heavily, trying to psych me out and make me think he was some sort of a monster. I’d outmaneuvered him all day long and made him look silly. This would not be too much of a stretch. He was almost out of it. I just had to get past him and not think about anyone else.

  The ball snapped and I sprang into action. I blocked into my opponent hard. He was caught off guard and his body toppled over under the weight of my movement. I ran as hard as I could straight down the field and then twisted hard to the right instinctively understanding exactly when the ball would be there for me. I jumped up in the air to catch the hard thrown ball and then pulled it back down to my chest.

  I had it.

  My feet hit the ground hard as I stretched my legs out as far as they would go to maximize the ground cover. I was almost to the goal line. I was tempted to slow up because I was so tired and the adrenaline was sapping my strength even as it propelled me farther. I was almost there… just a little bit farther… a little bit…

  I could hear the feet stomping on the ground behind me, several of them. It was like having a gang of wild horses hot on your trail. The galloping sound was fuel to my flame that burned it brighter and I pushed through the exhaustion to propel myself even faster down the field and into the end zone.

  I had made it.

  Touchdown. Yes!

  The crowd erupted as I scored. The place went nuts. The energy cascading back at me from the roar of the crowd was amazing and it was a high coursing through my body like nothing else I ever could have felt. This…this right here was why we did this. There was no greater feeling on earth better than this.

  At least there wasn’t until I met Alexa. Nothing compared to her. She was in the stands now watching me. I knew she would be going nuts with cheers and watching me do well. I loved knowing that she was out there rooting for me, embracing my passion and my love for this sport and what I did. I think that was one of the things that she loved most about me. I never apologized for loving a sport as much as I did or for being so driven to reach a goal.

  However, when I was playing I always did my best to keep her out of my mind because if I thought about it too much, except maybe after I made a great play, then I might get too into my own head and it would affect my playing level. No, we couldn’t have that. But every now and then I found myself thinking about her and knowing she was there hoping I did well, supporting the team, but mostly supporting me.

  I looked around to see if I could see her. I couldn’t right then with everyone going nuts and cheering. My teammates ran into the end zone and several of them were hoisting me up and congratulating me. But some of them weren’t. About half the team (most of them freshman B squad) were under the moronic leadership of Billy and he had turned them against me as some arrogant, Hollywood show off. That was fine. They could be that way. Soon, they would grow up a bit and realize what a jerk their fearless leader really was. The guy was a mediocre football player who wanted to get rid of someone who was showing him up. The longer this went on, the more I noticed that his hatred of me no longer was about the fact I was with his sister. No, he was just jealous of me all around. I came from money, I had talent he would never possess, and I was with his sister who loved me. He would never have a love like that in his life.

  He was pathetic.

  We finished out the last minute of the game, but Ohio State had no chance of scoring now. They tried and they failed. It was a valiant effort, but they just didn’t make it.

  I finished a few rounds of press interviews on the field even as I tried to ignore them. Those people were relentless. They wanted to talk to me because I had made the big play that won the game, but this was still a team effort. I wanted them to know that. Plus I hated being on camera that much, although I knew that I would eventually have to get used to it if I hoped to make it in the NFL one day.

  After finishing a few interviews we wall gathered around for a nice pep talk from the coach, as only he could. I tried not to groan too loudly as the bastard tore us down and tooted his own horn. Somehow I made it through it, mostly because I was thinking about getting to see Alexa and holding my sweet angel in my arms. That thought could take me through anything.

  “You won today,” the coach began. “I suppose you think you are to be congratulated. Well, you won’t be by me. I happen to know that you boggled plays, allowed a few interceptions—one of which resulted in their touchdown—and only barely managed to pull this off by the skin of your teeth and due to worse mistakes made on part of the Buckeye team. That isn’t a real win. That is who screwed up less. I don’t like to bank on that type of ball gentleman. You had better get your heads in this game if you want to make it to the end of the season with a winning record, let alone a good bowl spot. Do I make myself clear?”

  We all mumbled a response. Then it was over and I hit the shower. The hot water felt great rolling over my body, soothing my muscles, and wrenching all of the pain and anguish I’d just put my body through. This was a great reward for a job well done. Despite what the coach said, we all played a great game. Well, most of us. Billy was showing how he cracked under pressure and what an amateur he really was. I was glad he’d messed up, but only a little glad. After all, I did want to win and he was a liability that was going to affect that for the rest of the season.

  I finished the shower and got dressed. Looking at my phone, I saw I had a text from Alexa. I couldn’t help but smile. “Hey, great job! You looked so good out there, babe! I’m so proud of you. Can’t wait to see you. Love you!”

  I grabbed my bag from my locker and was getting ready to leave when I noticed something sticky on the handle. Looking down, I could see a wad of chewed up chewing gum stuck to it. The bastards had hacked into my locker. Dammit. I groaned silently though I felt enraged.

  This type of eight grade horseshit had been going on the past month or so. I didn’t mention it to Alexa or anyone else really, because whining about things without doing anything to change them wasn’t really my deal. I saw that to be a total waste of time. I just wanted to forget about it and go home, but as I started to do just that I saw Billy and a few of his friends snickering in the corner as they watched me. They had put sand in my locker, they’d thrown my clothes in the toilet while I was in the shower, and they’d even spray painted dirty slogans on the side of my car. I mostly kept my cool because after the anonymous tips I had made about things I knew about, several of these morons had been kicked off the team. The athletic board had a zero tolerance policy for steroid use. I did the team a favor. They were dead weight and we didn’t need guys going into steroid induced rages on the field.

  But now it had started up again and Billy had acquired a few new cronies in the likes of a couple gullible freshmen. The guy was such a jerk. But I was done taking his crap. I had tried to be the bigger man, mostly for Alexa’s sake. I knew that if me and Billy got into it then he would take that anger home and torment her with it. She wasn’t the type to complain either, so that meant I would probably not even know about it.

  I was just about to step to Billy and tell him that I’d had enough. We needed to squash this once and for all like men and be done with it. Enough with the petty pranks and the stupid gossiping about each other like little kids. This ended now.

  But then the c
oach called me into his office. It was a bit unusual. For a second I thought he might want to congratulate me for winning the game, but I knew better than that. The jerk really just wanted to brow beat me about something, as per his usual. I’d listen for a moment mostly out of curiosity and then I would just let it go and walk out leaving the prick fuming mad. That would be mildly amusing.

  “What’s going on, coach?” I said the last word with the right emphasis to let him know that I didn’t think of him as any kind of actual coach. He was a joke.

  “Sit down,” he said as he poured himself a glass of whiskey from the bottle he kept in his drawer.

  I sat down and sighed heavily hoping to get this over with. I had a challenge to throw down.

  The coach began to speak. “Listen, I’m tired of the babbling and the fighting and the squawking that’s been going on between you and Billy. It’s stupid and it is hurting this team. You think I haven’t noticed it? Please, I notice every single thing that goes on here. That’s my job. That’s why I’m coach. Listen, I run a tight ship around here and right now you two are messing up my program. Do you understand me?”

  “Well, Billy is a piece of garbage. What do you expect me to do about that?”

  “I don’t care. But you guys need to get it done and finish it. Whatever it is. I don’t want any more of that junior high drama coming into my clubhouse. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Sure. I actually couldn’t agree more.”