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Hockey Night
Hockey Night My hands were under the table caressing and massaging every sensitive spot of Julie's body I could reach without being obvious. She was a gorgeous,<b> black </font></b>haired beauty with, a body the made my mouth water. I eased my fingers between her shorts, panties, smooth skin and brushed my fingers over her soft pubic hair. I loved the feeling of those pubes on my face and the scent of her hot, moist labia when I nuzzled my nose, lips, and tongue into her. She was, naturally, nervous while I was touching her under the dinner table but she was daring, excited and the risk of getting caught was exciting. Hockey was serious business at my girlfriend's home. Julie, her parents, and her three brothers were huge Montreal Canadians fans, and the game started at 7:00 pm. I had no interest in hockey that evening. I was sporting a Louisville Slugger. I was aching to pound out a home run and Julie was an awesome field to play on. and she loved to play. Dad and the boys ate their food in a frenzy, chewing, smacking their lips, and devouring like it was inconvenient, so they could finish before the hockey game started. When dinner was done Dad and the boys hurried to the living room and claimed their spots on the floor in front of the television. Dad claimed his big chair. Mom scurried to the living room shortly after them and sat on Dad's lap. Dad and mom enjoyed cuddling and they were often seen hugging, kissing, and cuddling up in dad's chair. But, that's another story. Julie and I sat at the kitchen table, alone. I whispered, " I want to make you come like a fountain tonight babe." I kissed her neck then tickled her ear with my lips and tongue while I messaged her inner thigh. I wanted to go down to the basement and then down between her thighs, but the thrill we had in the kitchen was exhilarating and I knew she would have an explosive orgasm. The game was on the stakes were high but the reward was worth it. We held each other's gaze for a moment, both of us anticipated what was coming. I was hard as stone. Of course, at twenty-two years old I got hard any time she was near me. We got up from our chairs and strolled into the living room. The hockey game started and everyone was watching and lamenting about bad plays. There was no space near the television, bummer. I guess Julie and I have to take the sofa with the old blanket and pillow at the back of the room with a poor view of the television. The space was dark and with everyone's eyes glued to the game no one would see us. Julie dashed ahead of me. I watched her ravishing ass, snuggly wrapped in skin-tight shorts, that took the form of every crevice, dimple, and mound of hot flesh, as she seductively swayed herself to tease me. I was so hard I was afraid the family would see my bulge when I walked past them. She turned, and settled herself on the sofa, covered herself with the old blanket, and beamed at me with a gaze that said, "Come hither." I sat down beside her and hugged her with my left arm. I reached under the blanket with my right hand and grasped her left knee tightly. I began to stroke her thigh and moved slowly upward and made my way to her inner thigh. I slid my hand upward, over the mound of her hot vagina. My cock was throbbing. I slipped my hand inside her shorts and panties. My fingers brushed her pubic hair. I massaged her labia with gentle strokes and I slid my index finger slowly upward. I dipped softly to moisten my fingers. I traced my fingers to the top of her wet, hot pussy, softly penetrated her sheath, and massaged her clitoris. I circled her clitoris and she shivered. I dipped and stroked harder as she became more excited. She squinted her eyes tightly. I dipped deeper and felt the flesh at the base of her throbbing clit. She tightened her eyelids and bit her lower lip and her body stiffened. She was dripping wet and my cock was throbbing. I could feel my precome drenching my underwear. She grasped my hand and pushed it tightly into herself. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened. She shuddered and was about to explode. I massaged her with up, down, and circular motions. She pursed her lips and clasped my hand. Her vagina gushed and she struggled not to scream as her body shook. She closed her thighs tightly together and squeezed my hand as hard as she could. She thrust her pelvis into my hand and shivered intensely. I thought she was going to scream as her eyes widened and her mouth gaped. She froze for an instant, inhaled deeply, then sighed. She laid back on the pillow and looked drained. She had a hard orgasm. My cock was sore and my underwear wet with my precome. Her brothers screamed, "He scored!" 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝔁 𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮. - 𝓙𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓹𝓱 |
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Never been that much of a hockey fan until now,nice read
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I was cavalier as a young adult. This story is a true event in my life. Dramatized of course with an opening for mom and dad, lol. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝔁 𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮. - 𝓙𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓹𝓱
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Well, I'm not finished with it yet Joy. Did you not like the story? Why not? I appreciate criticism. Some people don't but I listen to reader's opinions.
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Well, I'm not finished with it yet Joy. Did you not like the story? Why not? I appreciate criticism. Some people don't but I listen to reader's opinions. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝔁 𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮. - 𝓙𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓹𝓱
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You had me at hockey first with the title Hun until I started to read more. I hope you did score after taking one for the team... Love the story line and the risk of getting caught fooling around by her family while watching the game. xoxo
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