Hockey Girls Chronicles Ch. 05c

I went to the table and sat down, partially to conceal my erection. I fidgeted with the hotel key card, looking desperately left and right for my busty girlfriend that I was going to finally fuck in an hour's time, waiting anxiously for time to inch by.

t was supposed to be a sit-down dinner event but it had turned into a ruckus from the get-go, with half of the cohort forgoing their seats and walking around to mingle. I chose to stay in my seat, partly inconvenienced by the boner I was spotting, partially afraid that I may miss the stipulated time with Jarelle. I was enjoying myself observing the people around me and couldn't help but notice Emy and Jarelle, who had left Andy alone at the rowdiest table. The girls turned heads wherever they went, captivating the rest of the cohort with their sexy, foxy dresses while their bubbly, positive vibes were infectious similarly.

Andy was at the jock table, which was full of loud bantering and cheeky hollering at one another whilst chugging drinks. The infamous CS-CS couple were right there as well, with Chloe donning a promiscuous green dress which had half of her B-cups out on show, while Sheryl was wearing a skin tight baby blue dress. She may have been lacking relatively in the chest department but Sheryl's choice of dress today definitely had done her boobs justice, accentuating whatever curves she had, with the help of presumably a push-up bra. Charles had almost seemed out of place, looking very satisfied while glued slouching on his chair, enjoying the ruckus with an almost silly smile on his face. His blatant post-orgasmic glow how was hard-to-miss, telling a tale on its own. Charles must have enjoyed a pre-prom rendezvous so satisfactory that he was still dreaming so much so that he didn't notice that Sheryl wasn't anywhere near him, and was actually clinging on to the right muscular arm of Andy or the few sneaky peeks Andy enjoyed down her dress. I chuckled at Andy's blatantness and cheekiness, thinking that a little harmless flirting wasn't going to hurt anyone. Furthermore, if he wanted tits, he would have to look no further than his girlfriend, who was the epitome of perfect voluptuous melons.

It wasn't long before Chloe and Sean were making out openly, sticking their tongues into each other's mouth and exchanging bodily fluids in what I gathered was a dare, with the amount of cheering that was going on in the background. When they finally broke apart, I could tell from their flushed faces and heavy breathing that both of them were turned on. With other couples making out, cleavage and short dresses on show, the attention from the crowd eventually shifted and dwindled.

Seeing that Jarelle was no longer near the foxy Emy who was undoubtedly the center of attention, and that the time we had agreed on was quickly approaching, I could no longer contain my excitement anymore and decided to head back to the hotel room. It had then occurred to me that Andy and I were holding on to the two key cards and that the girls didn't have any. I came up with some cock-and-bull story to grab his key card that I knew Andy would probably see through immediately as a ploy to deny him of any possibility of using the room. I scanned the ballroom but found no traces of Andy, giving up quickly seeking solace that Emy was inside, fraternising and socialising to her heart's content.

As I was leaving, there seemed to be a growing commotion and rumour had it that there was some illicit activity ongoing in the handicap toilet. There were hoards of people were streaming out to witness it first-hand for themselves and I decided to make a pit stop to not only take a look for myself, but more importantly to see if I could find Andy in the crowd.

Amidst all the gossiping and sniggering that was happening, I could hear the audible moaning that the couple was making. It had seemed that either they had an exhibitionist streak in them or that they were thoroughly enjoying themselves without a hoot about the world. The girl was definitely giving a show on her oral proficiency, slurping and gagging loudly whereas the guy was so deliriously euphoric that he was telling her how he was going to give it to her as a reward. Before long, they had transited to pure animalistic fucking, as we could hear muffled moans amidst all the meat slapping sounds.

I didn't stay much longer as there was an insatiable itch that only Jarelle could sate for me, especially after the escapade that I had witnessed. It turned me on greatly and I was already sporting an erection to hopefully take my buxom girlfriend's virginity. My speculation was that it could well be Chloe and Sean screwing in the toilet, knowing Chloe's reputation and that being another one of Sean's conquest. It wouldn't surprise me and I guess it wouldn't take long for me to hear about it, seeing that Sean would probably be boasting about it if he really was the protagonist.

I waited for an eternity for the elevator and punched my floor button before hurriedly and repeatedly jamming the close button. It felt like another eternity for the elevator to reach my floor, and I rushed out, slightly disappointed to see that the alleyway was devoid of any human traffic, and most importantly, Jarelle wasn't there. I tapped the key card and pushed the door open, contemplating if I should hang a sock as an universal sign to deter any unwanted interruptions. I checked my watch in the meantime anxiously, only to realise that I was 15 minutes earlier than expected. I decided against hanging the sock, closing the door after me. What caught my immediate attention as I walked into the room was that the light from the wardrobe was switched on. Instinctively, I went over to it, noticing that the wardrobe's sliding door had a larger gap than before, triggering the sensor to keep the light on. I was further mesmerised by what I saw, with the pair of black fuck-me stilettos reflecting the glare of the light to catch my eye before I took in what was above it.

The very same black sports bra that Emy was wearing.

I couldn't help but reminisce about the sexy outfits I had seen Emy in. Her provocative red prom dress did almost nothing to cover her twins, whereas her white knitted crochet top had lacy designs that allowed one to peer through, drawing attention to her melons. But this sports bra was on another level, almost making her look bustier as though her tits were about to burst out especially with that huge hole in the middle showcasing all of her cleavage. I definitely had the hots for that girl, exacerbated by the whiff of intoxicating scent stemming from her bra that was perfumating through the air. My mind was clouded by lust and my self restraint obviously lacking as I reached out, feeling the velvety material of my girlfriend's busty best friend's sports bra, squeezing it and imagining the hand-feel of her massive melons decked in the very same bra I was holding.

My erection was at full mast as I felt the pre-cum leak out like a broken faucet. Involuntarily, I let out a moan, as I went a step further to take it off the hanger, holding its entirety in my hand. I wanted to violate it so badly, to rub my dick on it or worse, shoot a wad of my pent-up cum all over it. I had wondered what Emy was going to ask me then, right before we got stopped dead in our tracks, when Jarelle came out of the showers. Was Emy going to flash me? Or allow me to coop a feel or more? If only I was Andy, the demands I would make could fuel a year worth of shooting material for the AV industry.

Logic prevailed in the end as the repercussions of getting caught outweighed the temporal pros I would get but I couldn't help but contemplate about stuffing that sports bra into the depths of my luggage.

Before I could decide, I noticed movement outside the door, coupled with an obvious feminine giggle. I was like a deer in headlights, rudely snapped out of my lustful reverie as the key card swiped and the door unlocked and was pushed in. All I could do at that point of time, was to slide the wardrobe door closed and with a click, the light was turned off. My heart was in my mouth, as I realised that I was stuck in the wardrobe, or worse, caught red-handed, with Emy's sports bra in my hand.

Jarelle didn't have the key, and so I had assumed that it would have been Andy coming into the room. With kissing sounds following next, my fear had turned into excitement as I thought that at some point in time, I would be able to see Emy, naked and in the midst of performing some sexual act. I peered through the vents of the wardrobe, trying to get a sneak peek and an inkling of the situation. Half of me was praying that neither of them needed to grab anything in the wardrobe whereas the other half of me wanted to be a silent observer of the sexual encounter that was about to transpire in the next tens of minutes. I could feel bodies slamming against the wall before Andy growled out, "Fuck your tits look like they are popping out tonight."

A flash of baby blue darted across my line of sight. "You like it?" An unfamiliar voice sounded. I didn't recognise the voice but it definitely wasn't Emy and it sure as hell was laced with desire. The promise of boobs kept me craning my neck for more.

Sheryl pressed Andy against the wall, shoving her tongue down his throat before kissing his neck, hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt and kissing her way down. "I wore it specially for you. The pleasure she derived while teasing Andy was apparent in her body language, as Sheryl kissed and licked every inch of Andy's muscular torso while unbuckling his pants. Andy had his eyes snapped shut in pleasure as he anticipated Sheryl's kisses and he held his breath involuntarily, gasping sharply in pleasure in response to her touches.

"I want your cock." Sheryl got down on her knees and inhaled Andy's pecker into her hot and willing mouth. The familiarity and speed of these two making out made it seem apparent that it wasn't their first tryst. I wondered if Charles was aware of this arrangement or even Sheryl's very promiscuous past but I was almost certain that Emy wasn't in the know.

Sheryl was a temptress. She made a show of her blowjob, spitting on his cock, taking it as far down as she could before gagging on it, making it as hot and sloppy as it could be. Her tits weren't big, but she made it a point to bend as far forward as possible, showing Andy even more cleavage, and Andy moaned out loud again as he couldn't help but take another look down her dress.

"I need to fuck." Andy threatened as he went all animalistic, pulling his cock out of Sheryl's mouth and hauling her back up into his arms, backfacing him. He took the chance to maul her tits, causing her to gasp out loud.

"Yes, yes, yes." Sheryl threw her head back as Andy molested her boobs, pulling both her dress and bra down while manhandling her. He had then pinned her against the wall, with his left hand holding both of her wrists on top of her head, while his right hand was free to molest her. Andy had his face licking and suckling on her tits, and Sheryl held on to his hair, her face contorted in orgasmic bliss.

"This feels really good baby." Sheryl moaned out.

Andy grunted out a response, flipping her, as she squealed out in delight. "I'm so wet for you Andy baby." I could see how she thrusted her skinny ass into Andy's protruding crotch, like a bitch on heat. Sheryl had pulled aside her panties, exposing her vulva to him.

Andy acceded, whipping out a condom from his pocket and ripping it off, before rolling it down his erected pecker. "You're really eager today honey." Sheryl moaned out, as she fingered herself in front of Andy.

"Take me." She whispered out huskily, and without hesitation, Andy plunged in balls deep into her willing wanton pussy, earning a "Uhhh!", before continuing to pound Sheryl with all his might.

"That's. All. I. Could. Think. Of. Baby. Your. Hard. COCK!" Sheryl panted in response to Andy's thrusting.

She looked like a rag doll beside Andy's bulked frame. "You like this? Pounding your friend's girlfriend on prom night?" Sheryl goaded him further.

"Uh-huh." Andy could only muster that in response.

"Hopefully you're not the only friend's girlfriend I'll be fucking." Andy spit out through his gritted grimace.


"Uhhhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" Sheryl could only whimper out in response.

"Uhmmm!" Sheryl let out disappointed, as Andy's dick slipped out as she slouched onto the floor. It had barely been a minute but she definitely portrayed her enjoyment as her body convulsed.

Andy waved his penis in the air impatiently as he bridged the distance between them with a step.

"Where?" Andy barked out, pulling off the condom and wanking it unceremoniously in Sheryl's face.

"Anywhere baby. I want it so badly." Sheryl postulated a cum-hungry slut perfectly, taking over the handjob.

"On your boobs." Andy demanded, guiding her hand which had his cock downwards. It was previously aimed at her face.

He groped her tits, squeezing them together to form a platform that Sheryl was almost resting his erection on.

"Paint me white baby, do it all over my titties." Sheryl willed him as she jerked him off even faster.

Andy bellowed out almost a war cry, throwing his head backwards as he climaxed, spurting all over Sheryl's exposed chest.

"Yes! Cum for me baby!!" Sheryl cried out in such happiness that his orgasm seem to drive her to a state of euphoria as well.

Andy was delirious, slouched onto the floor in his post-orgasmic trance.

"Yummy!" Sheryl exclaimed as she scoped up his white gooey baby batter with her fingers and licked them clean. There was no denying that Sheryl was a minx and she definitely enjoyed sex.

"That was a good fuck." Andy praised her. "I needed it."

"Seeing how anxious you were, you haven't gotten any?" Sheryl chuckled.

"Nah." Andy grunted in response. "I was late. Stupid room-sharing idea."

"Well not complaining. I got lucky with such a big load then." Sheryl tiptoed and kissed Andy on the cheek.

"Charles didn't satisfy you?" Andy goaded with a smirk on his face. "He looked so goofy. You drained him didn't you?"

"Well he wanted me to suck him off in my prom dress. So he sat there while I changed, put my make-up on before I went to town on his dick. But he blew his load in a couple of minutes!! Even before I sat on his cock!" Sheryl exasperatedly complained.

"But oh yea, he said he would fuck me hard later on tonight." She gleefully mentioned, rubbing her hands in excitement. "I love cock what can I say."

"Ironically I fucked you first." Andy shoved his tongue down her throat as he groped her tits forcefully.

"And you blew your load on my boobs." Sheryl teased. "That was pretty hot by the way."

"Does he even realise you're missing from the ballroom?" Andy laughed.

Sheryl leaned against Andy as he lazily groped her from behind, picking up her purse that was on the floor and pulling out her phone. "Oh shit, he just texted me a few minutes ago. We better head back before he suspects anything!"

"So who else are you setting your eyes on? Chloe?" Sheryl asked curiously.

"Jarelle. We played the game just now." Andy calmly mentioned. I didn't know what I was expecting but Andy's answer didn't surprise me at all whereas his tone certainly did. The game felt premeditated, looking back at the situation.

"She teased me during the dare. Her perfect ass. Her cleavage revealing inch by inch as she bent down. It was killing me not to touch her." Andy described to Sheryl. It was apparent that Andy had the hots for my girlfriend.

"Fuck." Andy cursed out. As he talked about Jarelle, his boner revived and Sheryl had jumped upon the bandwagon and started rubbing him through his pants.

"You really wanna bang her don't you? Your cock is so hard just from talking about her." Sheryl teased. "You loved her tits, didn't you?"

Andy nodded, while enjoying her handjob.

"Was she wearing a bra?" Sheryl unzipped his pants and fished his erection out like an expert.

"White." Andy croaked out, before adding, "It was the whole monty. She was such a tease. She bit her lips. Telling me that I shouldn't be looking down her blouse like that but she was squeezing her boobs together, bending down on purpose."

"And it seemed like she was totally enjoying herself every single second." Andy continued.

"That sounds hot as fuck." Sheryl moaned out.

"I lamented that her bra wasn't black, if not it would have been perfect. You know what that little minx told me?" Andy questioned out.

"Uh huh." Sheryl shook her head.

"That there was nothing hotter than defiling a pure innocent hot virgin and that it was like fucking your bride for the first time on wedding night." Andy groaned out. "Then she added on telling me that if she got cum on it, it wouldn't stain or show as much as well. Her face was almost innocent and she didn't show any more skin and yet had me almost bursting." I let out a smirk, knowing that Jarelle drove me nuts similarly sometimes using the same tactic - pretending to be all innocent but deep down inside of her, a cumslut was raring to go. With her best friend's sports bra in my hand, I unapologetically thought that a fun night should be awaiting me.

"Stop." Andy snapped out of his lustful recollection of my girlfriend but it was more directed at Sheryl.

Sheryl pouted and called Andy out. "Spoilsport." 


"I wanna save it for later." Andy tucked his cock painfully back into his pants.

"No wonder you wanted to burst your load on my boobs today. You normally just do it on my face." It was meant to be faux jealousy or anger but there was a hint of venom in Sheryl's tone.

"Well, the situation allowed for it." Andy shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly.

"You're pretty gutsy to even bring me back to your room!" Sheryl hit Andy playfully. "We better leave before anything else."

The two of them scrambled and the last thing I heard was from Sheryl, "Why not Emy's tits? Her boobs are gorgeous" as the door closed behind them, I was free to escape the confines of the wardrobe. I gave Emy's sports bra a lusty last squeeze before putting it back in its original position, albeit a little unwillingly.

The first thing that I noticed was that the alleyway reeked heavily of sex.

My erection was standing firmly as I was hugely turned on by the series of event. The sexy escapade that I had just witnessed live between Andy and Sheryl was like watching a porno, just that it was acted out right in front of my eyes. Jarelle being such a tease to Andy only proved the point that I wasn't the only one riled up and I couldn't wait to see her in her white lingerie. Hearing what went on between Andy and Jarelle made any guilt, if there was any, dissipate almost instantly about what had similarly transpired between Emy and me. I lusted so badly for Emy, with her sexy red dress which had left little to the imagination or the sports bra that I was just holding in my hands. Funnily enough, perhaps I was influenced by the white innocent talk as well, but all I had wanted was to see Emy in that white crochet top again.

Nevertheless, my teenage hormones were raging and I needed some form of release, yet again.

I checked my phone, hoping that Jarelle was just round the corner. It wasn't Emy in that white crochet top, but Jarelle in her white bra, titfucking me was definitely a sight to behold as well. That was the bare minimum I suppose, as I had fully intended in fucking her into oblivion and blasting my baby juice just about everywhere that she would allow, be it onto her majestic tits, or her pretty face.

However, I was just disappointed to see that there were no notifications, coupled with the fact that it was twenty minutes past the stipulated meetup time.

Blue-balled, and with a sulk on my face I had decided to return to the fold. I opened the door and within a few seconds, I heard a "Ralphie?"