Football In The Park Part 4, Series

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You’re a good, brave slut.” he whispered in my ear. “Now go and wait for me under the trees behind the stand.

Catch up on part one, part two and part three… Or dive right in.

Jeff decides to take his wife along to his Sunday football game for some sexy fun…

My mind was racing as we drove to Peterson Park in Jeff’s open-top MG sports car. I’d convinced myself Jeff didn’t really intend to pass me around for his team-mates’ pleasure but I accepted he wanted to show me off. My hair was up in a loose pony tail and I’d chosen my favourite sleeveless t-shirt. It was slightly faded, almost see-through and so tight my breasts looked larger than ever.

“Do you like the top?” I was surprised to hear my voice so meek, seeking his approval. “Good choice,” Jeff nodded. “I really want the lads to see just what I’ve got at home.” His hand came over and took hold of my right breast, holding on till the nipple stood out long and hard. I gasped at the pain but a bolt of sheer pleasure ran through me and the heat between my legs told its own story. I could feel the leather warm on the back of my bare thighs. We hit some traffic and to my relief Jeff needed both hands on the wheel.

“So what’s…er, who’s in the…the team nowadays?” I wanted to calm down a little but found I was stammering.

“Some new guys and a few familiar faces. Kev and Benny are still turning up. Tojo, Sandy Marshall and Wills will be there.”

“Willi Sholt?” I remembered a cool, blonde German bombshell, the fittest guy in the team.

“You wish!” Jeff grinned. “I meant Big Tim Willoughby. Mind you, Wills always liked you. In fact it was his idea to bring you along today.” I remembered Willoughby alright. He was an ex-marine, about six feet five and built like a wrestler. What if he…

“Pull your skirt up.” Jeff interrupted my thoughts. This new voice of his sounded five years younger and not for disobeying. I did as commanded and opened my legs. His fingers were on me, then in me. He was showing off, steering the little car with one hand and working my clit with the other. I felt the shuddering begin again oh god not now…

Suddenly we cornered into the car-park and there in front of the familiar old wooden grandstand were a dozen or more random guys with bags and big smiles. Jeff sailed past and the MG pulled up as I pulled my skirt down. My husband hopped out, yelling jokes and I followed close behind, very aware I was blushing.

I recognised a few of the guys and exchanged hellos. Thankfully we were late and everyone began hurrying into the changing rooms. Jeff handed me a holdall, smacked my bum and shoved me towards the pitch.

“You’re the team physio for the day. If anyone on our side gets hurt run onto the field quick and bring the bag. Do a good job and you’ll get your reward at half-time. You will do what you’re told, won’t you?”

He threw me a look I was learning to recognise. His smile was devilish and his body language was pure alpha-male, chin up, shoulders back. I saw my own reflection in his mirror shades, hair loose, tits bulging, skirt ruffled like a slut he’d fucked on the way to the game.

“Yes Sir. I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Physio!” Just ten minutes into the game Tojo went down in a tackle and they were yelling for me. I grabbed the bag and scampered out to the halfway line where he was laid on his back, groaning.

“Where does it hurt?” He opened his eyes. “Groin..please…painkilling spray…” He could hardly speak. . I knelt down beside him and unzipped the bag. On top of some towels and a sponge was a huge, black, double-headed dildo.

“That won’t help me!” shouted Tojo and leapt to his feet as Jeff and the team fell about roaring in laughter. Even the referee was chuckling. I threw the sponge at Tojo’s head, bit my tongue and retreated to my position on the touchline. A couple of spectators nudged and winked at each other.

Just before half-time Jeff scored from a penalty-kick and ran straight across the pitch yelling “Goooaal!” and grabbed me off the ground up into his arms. He was drenched in sweat, red-faced and sweating and as he shoved his tongue down my throat I wrapped my legs around his waist and gave him the kiss of a lifetime. I could vaguely hear some cheering.

“You’re a good, brave slut.” he whispered in my ear. “Now go and wait for me at the trees behind the stand.” I didn’t need telling twice. I’d been right on the edge of orgasm in the car and the sight and smell of this crazy new Jeff had my juices running hot. This wasn’t desire any more but desperation. I was only ten yards away, waiting on a bench under the oak trees when he bounced out of the back door, grinning like Satan. I stood to greet him but as he came towards me two more figures appeared in the doorway. Marshall and Willoughby. As Jeff took my hand in his they both stepped forward. Followed by Kev and Tojo and two men I didn’t know. My heart was pounding like a hammer.

“Drop your skirt.” Jeff’s voice was rock-steady, icy calm, and by themselves my fingers pushed the material down over my hips. I couldn’t stop myself and I knew I couldn’t stop Jeff either; I was at his mercy. The other men were stood in a circle round us, smiling. Jeff put his lips to my ear. “Time to show my friends how a proper wife serves her man. Bend over.”

He steered me onto bench, kneeling on the seat with my hands up on the backrest. He took a fistful of my hair in one hand and pulled my head back.

“What does a good girl say now?” he hissed and I knew exactly what he wanted. It was what I wanted, after having tried it out the previous night.

“Spank me Jeff –please. Spank me hard.” His hand slammed down and I squealed at the shock. I saw the faces of the men, some I knew, some strangers, gazing at me, lust glittering in their eyes. Jeff’s hand fell, sharp, harder, and I screamed “Again, more!” He smacked me so hard I almost came, and then I felt Jeff’s thumb open and probe my cunt lips; they were dripping.

“Ready for a hard fucking?” His voice seemed to come from far away.

“Yes…please…” I lifted my bum for him as he yanked the hair back from my face. All I could see in front was a row of legs in shorts. The team were close around us now and I felt my cheeks burning at both ends.

“Alright bitch!” Jeff yelled and his cock thumped in like a hammer, so hard I yelled fuck, and fuck he did, hard and fast and filthy, grunting every time his flesh slammed against mine. My whole body trembled as I looked up at the men who stood staring down as Jeff used me like a fucktoy. My mouth fell open Oh –Oh Oh! I saw their faces change with every gasp I let loose, their expressions darkening. Oh! The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave and I screamed long and loud, with the image of Wills grinning right at me. I saw Tojo reach down to grip his own balls in …excitement? Anticipation? I felt Jeff pull himself out and move so his cock was right in front of me.

“Time to show off honey — I want to see your pretty face covered in hot cum. Starting with mine.” I grabbed his balls and took him in deeper than I’d ever dared. He grabbed the back of my head and thrust in another impossible inch. He pulled back but not out just as I started to choke and began rubbing his knob across my face. My tongue swirled around, following his cock-head, drool running down my jaws and neck. A sudden jet of cum shot into my eyes, blinding me. A cheer went up as Jeff came in great spurts and I stretched my mouth to gulp in all I could. Blinded by his thick spunk, I felt the unmistakable shape of another, bigger penis, force itself into my mouth - rock-hard and ready. I sucked it from reflex, throated it like a whore. Then eagerly my hands reached out to either side searching for more cocks and…

“Phreeeeep!” The referee’s whistle, indicating the second half of the match was about to start, shocked me and I spat out the slippery cock and fell off the bench to my knees. I grabbed my t-shirt and wiped the jizz off my eyes. Jeff stood there grinning, the black dildo in one hand, his own swollen dick in the other. The lads were clapping and cheering like he’d scored the winning goal in the World Cup Final.

“Alright guys, the show’s over.” Jeff pulled his shorts up and my skirt down. I bowed my head, embarrassed. There were gobs of his cum stuck in my curls and my own saliva dripped from my lower lip. I heard the sound of their feet crunching away across the gravel towards the pitch. I wiped my crimson face and looked up into Jeff’s devilish new smile.

“Did I…did I do it right?” I had to know I’d pleased him, to be sure he would keep fucking me like this, keep using me in any filthy, nasty way he wanted.

“You did great. The lads enjoyed watching the slutty display.” He patted my cheek gently. “But I’ve got to go play some more now and I want you back on the touchline.” I got up from my knees, unsteady.

“And what then? What happens after that, Jeff?”

He said nothing but turned and walked away to wards the pitch. Without looking back he raised one hand and snapped his fingers. I hurried to follow him. I knew he would have something else in store for me and I no longer cared what that was. I belonged to Jeff now.

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