Late Ch. 08

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Terry sniffed, feeling the cloying scent of rain and mud in the air. She bounced on first base, trying not to let the sodden clothes dampen her spirits further as a ball whipped from the pitcher’s hand straight past a bat swung more in hope than anger.

*THWIP-thunk*

The sound of the ball nestling in the catcher’s glove was another gut punch. Bob’s head went down. He handled the softball bat like he’d never seen one before, rolling it in jerky movements that confirmed his inner demons.

“Falcons, Falcons, Falcons!-“

The main part of the crowd in the bleachers cheered, yellow falcon crests emblazoned on their raincoats. Five figures in red watched on to the side, trying their best to be heard.

“Come on Wildcats-“

Terry sniffed.

The pitcher was good… she took the ball back easily, and set her stance wide. Terry’s eyes briefly slid down to the muscled glutes filling out the softball pants nicely. Usually she would have enjoyed the show.

She looked up at the scoreboard and sighed.

Sometimes away days could be fun. This was not one of those days.

Light tinkles of rain pattered across the dirt and mud, slowly transforming it into a paste. Puddles collected in places where divots or footprints resided, and the air was warm and muggy, not helped by the floodlights pounding down on the softball pitch.

*THWIP-thunk*

The figures in red tried to offer encouraging calls over their far louder neighbours, having braved the three-hour drive for the privilege of soaking in smart bleachers. One of them tried to rouse a chorus, but it didn’t catch, and they sat back resoundingly in their seat with an audible squelch.

Terry grimaced as she tried to look ready to sprint. At her most confident, she loved to keep the fielders on edge, poised to fly at a moment’s notice.

“GIMME A P… GIMME AN E… GIMME AN N… GIMME AN I…”

“SARAH, stop it!”

The sound of Terry’s sister trying to start a rude chant almost made her smirk. Usually it might have annoyed her, but she needed whatever light-heartedness she could get. Her heel went to the edge of the base as she looked over at the pitcher, and then to the batting plate, behind which Kevin was sulking on the bench.

Her heel edged back.

*THWIP-Thunk*

The majority of the crowd cheered.

A quivering Bob trudged back to the dugout, and was immediately confronted by a figure that seemed almost gleeful to be leering over him.

“WHAT DID I TELL YOU BOB, KEEP YOUR STANCE BACK! Honestly, it’s pathetic, it really is… you’re lucky I don’t just give up on you… You need to keep your shoulders wider like I said…”

Terry’s teeth clenched as she watched Dean gesticulate to Bob for all to see, revelling in his position of authority.

Bob seemed to shrink further into his un-athletic bulk.

Terry hadn’t understood why Bob remained in the team with such abuse. His enjoyment seemed to have fallen off a cliff since Coach Matherson had left…

‘Maybe he’s just accepted it like we all have…’

As she stood glumly at first base she flicked her eyes over Kevin again, shifting her weight back to a docile slouch whilst Charlene padded tentatively to the batter’s plate. She weighed up whether there was really any reason to stay.

‘This all sucks… hell I could just give up and play computer games…’

She looked over at Mo in the dugout sharing a murmured joke with Stacey, and snorted as the woman offered a weak smile back. Clearly he’d just said something inappropriate.

‘Well… don’t wanna lose the team because of one asshole… I’m on my computer too much as it is…’

As the ball sailed past Charlene’s weak swing, and Dean’s voice began to crow out from the dugout, Terry wondered where Coach Matherson was.

‘She’d better be doing something damn important.’

*THWIP-CRACK!*

Terry’s head whipped to see Charlene running as best she could towards first base, and realised too late she needed to start sprinting, only to watch despairingly as the ball reached a fielder, already aiming it straight back to second base.

“Shit-“

She powered her feet to the floor, but it was into the second baseman’s waiting mitt before she could take a third step.

A light ripple of woops and claps from the home end made her nostrils flare as she stomped back to the dugout. Dean was already waiting.

“CONCENTRATION, what did I say??!? You need to listen to what I tell you!”

She clenched her jaw so she wouldn’t engage in the natural reaction of biting off the finger wagging her way, instead stomping past whilst muttering under her breath.

“Idiot-idiot-IDIOT…”

She moved past Kevin, who briefly engaged her pointed look, softening for a moment, before the tension in his jaw returned and Terry became invisible again.

Terry sniffed and traipsed to the end of the line where Stacey was sat, looking rather glum.

“It’s alright, you did better than kağıthane escort me if that’s any help,” she offered quietly.

“Yeah..”

“Maybe you shoulda stopped focusing on the pitcher’s ass!” Mo grinned.

Terry tried to nod, but couldn’t muster more than a brief fake smile as she slumped down on the bench.

‘Would be nice to be able to bust Freddie’s balls right about now.’

She glanced at the empty space to her other side, and peeled her eyes.

‘Where are you… ya damn idiot…’

***

Fred sat on the lap of an angel, straddling her naked form. She didn’t say anything, the halo around her head casting a light that filled his vision as she put her hands on his waist, aiming her crotch-meat directly at his ass. A gentle wind feathered at the tips of his hair.

“Uhnnn…”

The slide inside was lacking something… definition… but he wanted it… he could still feel her whispering something in his ear… The wind began blowing stronger, building intensity…

“You’re a bitch.”

“I’mmabitch…”

“You’re a little bitch.”

“I’mmmalittlebiitch…”

Blue eyes fixed him in place as the wind built up to a gale, buffeting at his side.

He wanted her to cum in him. Wanted her to breed him. The angel moaned. He answered with a cry through the storm as her hair flew out to her side.

“FuckmmeeeeM…!”

***

“-muuhhh…”

Freddie’s eyes crawled open, gazing at an unfamiliar white ceiling, feeling the blood raging through his rock-hard penis.

“Fuhh…”

Some sort of walrus nearby let out a huge snort.

“Hnnnkkgghhhhhh…”

It took him a few seconds to work out it was late morning, and he wasn’t in his flat. Cream walls, tasteful wooden drawers and wardrobes all neatly arranged with no clothes hanging out of them was not something he usually woke up to. The smell of clean, fresh linen was vibrant in his nose, quickly replaced as he burped and recoiled.

The stench of semen filled his nostrils.

“Hhruugh….oh…”

“Hhnnkkkkkkkkghh…”

The snort rattled his skull again.

‘What on earth?…’

He brought his head from the vibrating pillow, and turned to see the dying pig sounds were coming from right beside him. His eyebrows shot up at Jane Matherson’s face crushed against the pillow, mouth wide open and letting loose snores not heavy enough to shake the windows, but certainly enough to make him wonder how he’d managed to sleep at all.

“Hhhnnkkkkkkkkghhhh…”

Freddie looked on in amazement, observing her nose bent by the angle it had been stuffed into the pillow, the little dot of wetness at the corner of her mouth, her short blond hair everywhere. It might have been the ugliest he’d ever seen her.

‘She’s perfect.’

The tremendous urge to kiss her barged to the forefront of his thoughts.

‘I shouldn’t wake her…’

His eyes trailed down the slight curve of her back, and then further to where the sheets covered her body, the hills of her buttocks in the bed clear to see, then back up to where her arms were akimbo like a ragdoll dropped from the rafters.

Fred sighed, simply enjoying the sight of the splayed-out woman, barely believing that any female was sleeping next to him, let alone this one. Maybe he’d wake up and it would all be a dream?

“Hnn…”

The ache of his asshole told a different story, and he raised the sheets, eyes widening as he realised his ass had leaked Jane’s sperm through the night, leaving a large wet patch that he had slept in blissfully.

‘Oh holy fuck.’

Then followed more smells – the BO of two people crusty with sweat weighed heavily in the air.

“Oof…”

“HMPNUH?”

He jerked as a coarse snuffling sound coalesced into a dishevelled-looking Jane, her hair straw-like and half-over her face, an oddly grumpy look giving way to satisfaction as she unpeeled her face from the pillow, blotched red where she had slept on it. Her eyes were covered by strands of straw. She chewed the air, and reached for water on the bedside table, finding none, groaning and clutching her left arm, before suddenly going stiff, and peeling back the unkempt curtains across her face.

Fred gave a little wave.

“Hi.”

“GUHh-“

She coughed, choking on nothing before pasting an overly breezy smile on her face, whipping the hair from bulging eyes.

“H..hi…!”

Quickly she half-covered her breasts and face, the side which wasn’t already red flushing scarlet.

“..Sorry… was I snoring? I forget because there’s not usually anybody…”

“Uh… a little?”

“Ah. Sorry.. well I forgot… someone told me before… long ago. Are you sure I wasn’t loud?…”

“Uh… well I mean a little… for a rhino.”

She let out a high-pitched titter.

“OH haha.. sorry… someone told me a long time ago but I stopped using the nose-strips-… sort of forgot… kağızman escort my apologies… no-one to impress reall-“

Fred crawled forwards and kissed her on the mouth to shut her up, protests fading as he gently settled their bands together, before biting her bottom lip, playfully pulling it. A slight hint of her morning breath was the wonderfully sour cherry on top.

“… Good morning.”

She smelt like someone who needed a shower.

He kissed her again, this time putting his tongue into her mouth, and Jane whimpered in surprise as he fell on top of her, her man’s feathery weight resting on her chest. Her arms wrapped around him. Time seemed to slow. The aching pain that wormed up through her left elbow was ignored. She sucked his tongue and sighed as it slid from between her dry lips, now wet with saliva.

“…Mm…Morning.”

“So uh… what’s a boy gotta do to get a good breakfast around here?”

She eyed him, a growing eagerness on her face.

“Well, I think there’s something being cooked up between my legs for good boys like you…”

He smirked and slithered a hand underneath the sheets and grabbed her rising cock. It felt sweaty, juicily thick and meaty between his fingers. Perfect.

“This?”

“Hn…Not what I meant but…”

He squeezed.

“HHHhn…!”

“…It’ll have to do. I guess I’ll have to serve myself?”

“MmmHm,” she sighed, enjoying the way he took control. “Correct. I brewed this batch specially…”

He squeezed her cock again as it hardened to its full length and girth, huge in his hand like a gear stick. It sent a thrill through him as she moaned, shuddering.

“UuuGHGHhmm… Huh.. maybe I can let you steer… just this once…”

She lay back, resting one arm behind her head.

“…You’ll just be ninety-nine percent my pretty little bitch-boy, and one percent self-respecting male. When I allow it.”

“Yes Mama…”

His fingers tightened and began to chug her hardness as he shuffled under the covers and sensed her hot, smelly junk lurking in the darkness. Already saliva was spilling into his mouth as he brought his lips to it, threatening to touch her stinking helmet. She’d sweated during the night, and it was humid under the sheets. He felt like he was pressing through a tropical jungle, discovering a slimy creature inside that he needed to wrestle with…

“Love you mama,” a sweet voice mewled from beneath the sheets, sounding more like a playful schoolgirl than anything comparable to a man.

“Oohhh stop teasing and eat your breakfast,” she grunted, her voice still groggy.

Fred’s smiling, not-quite-awake head slipped down to slide his lips down her shaft as Jane lied back like she was tanning at the beach, staring up at the ceiling and anticipating the wondrous moment of his lips coming to her helmet, wondering how in the hell she had been so lucky.

Warm breath approached her waiting shaft.

“OOOhhhhh shhhittt…”

‘Is God real?… if so-‘

A tongue flicked out and snatched a taste of her helmet, making her gasp.

“HHUHn!”

Freddie wasted no time in going to work, and Jane rocked, her relaxing morning quickly descending into a whirling vortex of glorious suction as her cock was gripped by slutty lips. Fred vacuumed in his cheeks as he went full whore mode, dropping his head violently down onto her dick and sliding it straight down his throat.

“HHNuh!”

Jane gasped, eyelids spasming as a young tongue swirled around her meat, feathering at her piss-slit, checking under the folds of her foreskin, tickling the ridge of her head. A bevy of pleasurable sensations hit deep in her brain, and she found herself clutching the bedsheets as Freddie went above and beyond any intensity usually required from a morning blowjob, savagely debasing his face as he choked on her yardstick, gagging and spluttering whilst coating her manhood in a wave of spit.

“MMgllg-glgl-gl-gl-!”

His head began to bob, throat sliding up and down, the darkness of the sheets honing his senses down to the tangy, smelly cock still stinking of last night’s jizz. He revelled in it, the overtones so strong that tears began to stream for his eyes as his nose crinkled, moaning and slobbering as he felt his masculinity quiver in the darkest, lost corners of his mind; defeated, useless.

“Mmmlgh… mllgghh…”

The sheets became a hotbox of unwashed genitalia and sweat. Sounds of squelching, whining and moaning began to flit through the air, some of it muffled under the sheets, Jane thanking every creator and deity that had ever existed, all of which had led her to this moment… being blown by a little twink in the morning, without even having to ask. No extra smells could overpower the BO and sharp musk of two unwashed humans re-acquainting themselves with the same debauchery as the previous night.

“Mmmglh-mgglh…mgllh-mglh-“

Jane rippled, muscles clenching as she watched maraş escort her eager bedsheet bob up and down, the ghost of Christmas present giving her the greatest gift of all as she moaned again, a girlish release of pleasure as the lips changed tactics and snaffled at the spot between her dick and balls.

“Uhn!”

Fred felt the cock throb against his face, and then a spurt of warm wetness spurted into his hair.

“Mmff?”

He kissed at the vein raised along the side of the shaft, tracing up and down, feeling the trickle of cum down the back of his head and neck. He reached back and ran his hand through it like he was spreading shampoo, bringing the drenched hand to her cock and jerking it, lubing the cock with her own seed.

Jane felt the fist grip tight to her manhood, grunting as he began to jerk it hard, before another gasp escaped her as the figure sucked one of her balls into his mouth and gargled it.

“GLUhh-“

“HUH-“

Fred sucked the fleshy gobstopper in his mouth, bouncing it around and enjoying the way the hips and thighs he lay on squirmed and wiggled at his command. The musk of ball-sweat was eye-wateringly strong. If anything, it invigorated him like a shot of adrenaline, and he kept his fingers clamped around the shaft as he jerked her weapon, chugging the dick like he was pumping up a football. It was wonderful seeing her thighs and abs clench as he worked, hear her soft sighs and feel them reverberating in his head via the slimy testicle in his mouth. The slim figure worked Jane’s crotch like a heavy piece of machinery, using strong jerks of the wrist and a whore-ish vacuuming suction of the lips to pull a ball entirely into his mouth where it filled it like a gag.

Jane had to see.

She pulled up the sheets, and was greeted with a smell so overpowering that even she grimaced, throwing the bedding aside to reveal Fred’s face puffed up like a hamster in total delirium. His raging hard cocklet bounced between his legs as he crouched like some sort of cum-covered goblin, his head low and in her crotch, half her scrotum bulging his cheeks.

“Hnnng-“

Jane’s cheek twitched as soft, dewy eyes snapped to hers, and she let out a rather ugly grunt as his fist whipped up and down her dick, flicking an instant pleasure switch that she could not deny.

“HHNG.”

Ecstasy raced up her dick as it throbbed in Fred’s fingers, and then a stream of white spurted up into the air. Jane watched it, near cross-eyed as she temporarily became a fountain, firing a blasphemous volley into the air, gurning to the ceiling.

Wet lips detached from her testicle with a *POP*, and Fred eagerly popped his head in the way to meet the next volley face-on.

*SSCHHHLURP*

“MMMGgglphhhh-“

His open mouth took a volley of seed so hard it almost slapped his tongue as he scrunched his eyes shut, barely able to enjoy the slimy musk of sperm on his tongue before another load squirted up his nose, or rather exploded over his entire face. His head turned in surprise, and the stream shot over his ear and neck.

Jane gurned, almost pissing jizz at a ludicrous rate as she grunted again, an ugly, demonic leer twisting her features. Long fingers clung to the bedsheets.

To anyone on the outside it would have looked the most blasphemous act in the world; a strong, sweaty woman covering a poor, sweet boy in her effluence, but said onlooker would have been even more shocked to see him turn his face back to centre and attempt to scoop up another tidal wave of milk from Mommy’s dick.

“MMPhhhGLGLH-“

The cum shower hosed Fred’s face, to the point his features became mere globby approximations of a human head, a gooey putty version created by a toddler in playschool.

“MMGLhg-glh-mlghhggg…”

He revelled in it. The pure, submissive love, being basted by a superior being. Warm goo covered every hole in his head. He couldn’t see, hear or speak.

Cum was everywhere.

He murmured beneath the flowing lava as he squished his own penis against the mattress, shivering whilst shooting a small load against his belly.

“MMMGllh…”

Jane grunted, model-like features still curled into a look of pained release, face sticky from the previous night and hoarse from the dryness of her throat, though none of it mattered as she hosed down her bitch, jolting with each spurt of man-juice.

*SPLLuuuurrge*

Fred kept his face in the way of a cum-fountain for a near minute, his left eye glued shut, mouth wide open to accept the soul-sating effluence, but eventually the shots began to lessen in intensity.

“Hhnn…”

Fred reached forwards and kissed the tip of her penis. It responded by hitting him in the face with a glob of jizz that sealed his remaining eye shut.

Jane’s legs softened as the stream began to fade… and finally fell slack.

A tongue reached out to slather the cum facemask into a hungry, slutty mouth.

‘He’s perfect…’

Jane slumped back on the pillows, chin to her chest which gave her a slight double chin as she stared at the cum- monster currently kneeling between her legs, looking like a hybrid of human and glazed donut. The thing began to scoop jizz slowly into its mouth bit-by-bit, revealing a slim, lubricated human face.

“Mmph..GLm..”