Tom & Sue & John & Debbie Ch. 19

"So Coach Kip, here's the deal—YOU make sure Marty gets in the game this week against the Plainsmen and I'll clue you in on her name, what sorority she's in, and how with just a bit of cherry vodka, you'll be able to get inside those hot pants—lickety-split!"

Debbie laughed and interrupted, "Dang Roommate you are one cold hearted bitch!"

I giggled and said, "That's a big ditto from me too Bev, but the Tea Sip Bitch deserves it!"

Kip laughed and answered, "Thanks for the offer my little Tri Delt! I'm always up for getting a good piece of tight young pussy, but just curious, why would you think Marty Mac won't play against the Plainsmen? Sure he's on the scout team, but he got into yesterday's game against the Falcons. I made sure all the scout team played."

It was Beverly's turn to look Kip dead in the eyes, "No Marty was the ONLY member of the team not to play yesterday."

Kip shook his head in disbelief and said, "I was sure I'd got all the scout team into the game. All right, I promise you, Marty Mac will be the first scout team member into the game on Saturday, so who's your friend?"

Beverly smiled a wicked smile and said, "Her name is Paula Jacqueline Smith and she is University's number one basketball recruit. She pledged DG and lives in the house. The girls hanging around her are all DGs too."

Kip replied with a bigger than Texas grin, "Now about your DG friend, Paula Jacqueline Smith. She is definitely not an eight or nine, like the rest of y'all, but she is definitely a very fuckable seven—probably closer to a seven-and-a half.

That shoulder length coal-black hair with silver streaks is a big plus and she's not too shabby in the looks department, actually she's damn cute. Those long sexy athletic legs and nice tight ass make up for her not having much for tits. But like my Grandpappy always said, 'Kipper, just remember any titty more than a mouthful is a waste.' And, you're sure she's only been fucked once and that was five months ago?"

Beverly smiled and said, "No two ways about it Coach Kip, she's only been fucked once."

Kip smiled a shit eating grin and said, "That's good to know my little Tri Delt. I'll enjoy adding another feather in my cap! Trust me my little Tri Delt, Marty Mac will be the first scout team player in the game Saturday, and before University's third home game, Miss Paula will be squealing, like a fresh cut young pig, when my PhD, as you called it, splits her in half, like a ripe Georgia Peach! And, I'll make you a promise, before it's all said and done, Miss Paula will be screaming and begging more, just like my little sex kitten did.

"Now since my little sex kitten is off the market, I'm sure she'll try and deny it, but the truth in the pudding is every time I pumped my PhD deep inside that tight, soft, wet, sweetness between her thighs, she was wailing like a banshee, leaving teeth marks all over my body, clawing my back anywhere she could, and shaking like a California earthquake until my balls finally went dry—more times than I can remember—ain't that right my little sex kitten? "

Brenda smiled a wicked, evil, smile, and replied, "I never said it wasn't GOOD Kip! Now, don't go thumping your chest, but yeah, I had more knock your socks off orgasms than you could shake a stick at during our little seven month fling."

Kip grinned a shit-eating grin and said, "Just curious my little Tri Delt hottie, how does cherry vodka fit into the scheme of things?"

Beverly giggled, smiled, and said, "Prom night at Gail's after party, Paula had already ditched her prom date and was now solo. Her ex-boyfriend, Virgil O'Hanlon, started flirting and dancing with her at prom when Josh, her prom date, more or less disappeared. The two of them hooked up again at the after party. Virgil kept flattering Paula, laying it on thick, telling her how beautiful she was, how great she was, how she was IT, and he couldn't live without her—he'd even give up his full scholarship and walk on at University with Marty, if she'd take him back..."

Kip interrupted Beverly and said, "Virgil O'Hanlon? That name sure rings a bell. If I remember right, he was this stud running back last year from Rocket, and the coaching staff were foaming at the mouth over him until he suffered a serious knee injury. Afterwards, no one wanted to take a chance on the kid...well, except our assistant head coach, Rusher Marks, who's now the top dawg for the Mustangs. Just curious, whatever happen to him?"

Beverly replied, "After his surgery, Virgil's world turned upside down. His only full scholarship offer was from Western..."

Kip cut in and said, "Western? You're shittin' me, aren't you my little Tri Delt? Even with a bum knee the kid was a head and shoulders above anything Western's NAIA program ever had! I'm surprised some of the other D-1s, or even a top notch D-1AA program, like Central, never gave him a second look after his knee surgery. The hapless Falcons damn sure could have used a stud running back yesterday. And, Western throwing Marty Mac that bone was bullshit too! Like I told you, 'Marty Mac will be a player for the Maroon and White one day'."

Beverly smiled, nodded her in approval, and said, "Now let me continue my story about how cherry vodka played into the scheme of things. It was after a bit more smooth-talking, that Virgil coaxed Paula to have a few drinks of punch, which he just happen to spike with cherry vodka.

"Marty, me, Carlise and Tonya were all giggling and watching while Virgil was making his move. The two were slow dancing and Virgil was whispering in her ears, saying all the right things, playing up to his Ex, kissing her neck, ears, and lips, but all the while we knew Virgil was only out for revenge. Virgil was pissed at Paula for ditching him without any warnings, treating him like trailer trash after they'd been going steady for two-and-a-half years, and leaving him out in the cold for their senior prom.

"Virgil had already let the cat out of the bag in the locker room that if given the chance at the after parties he was going to get even with Paula. Of course, having Josh unexpectedly disappear during prom, more or less set the wheels in motion just a bit early.

"Virgil had it all planned out. First he'd get Paula a bit tipsy, you know, just enough so she'd let down her defenses, charm her with sweet words, and then cunning as a fox, he'd make his move."

Kip looked a bit puzzled and asked, "Okay my little Tri Delt it sounds like ol' Virgil had the makings for the perfect plan, but how was he going to keep it all just between a few tight knit locker room buddies? Surely, someone would have let it slip and tipped Paula off as to what her Ex had under his sleeve—right?"

Beverly replied, "Not really. Virgil only clued in Marty and Carlise about what you referred to as a perfect plan. The three of them had been best buds since grade school and there was no love lost between me, Tonya, and Paula. So, the four of us kept Virgil's plan hush hush."

Kip grinned and asked, "Okay, but who's Carlise and Tonya?"

Beverly giggled, "Tonya is my BFF and even though we're different as night and day, we've been like sisters since child care. Carlise and Marty have been like brothers as far back as I can remember, and the four of us were inseparable at Rocket High ever since our freshman year."

Kip laughed, "What'd you mean you and Tonya are different as night and day? Is your BFF more or less on the homely side?"

Beverly just laughed out loud, "Heavens NO! Tonya is every bit an eight, if there is such a thing. It's just that Tonya and I came from different walks of life, you know, levels of society, and sometimes, well more times than not, Tonya gets this wild and crazy look in her eyes, and, well, some wild and crazy shit happens. Tonya and Carlise are on full rides at Central where Carlise is Central's starting quarterback, and believe me, once Central's basketball season begins, Tonya will be a started on the court.

Beverly paused just a bit then said, "Anyway, let me get into the nitty gritty about Virgil's perfect plan. Virgil intended to sweep Paula off her feet, cleverly remove every stich of clothes off her body, maneuver her until she was flat on her back, look her dead in the eyes, and ram his cock as hard as he could balls deep into her virgin pussy. Virgil intended to fuck the daylights out of Paula, and just before busting his nuts, he'd pull out, and give his Ex a pearl necklace she'd never forget!"

"It was after another couple drinks of the spiked punch and a few more slow dances, that Virgil's scheme began falling into place. Virgil shrewdly led Paula away from the rest of us to a bench surrounding an oak tree. Virgil was wooing Paula like never before, and now with help of cherry vodka, she was once again lovey-dovey with her Ex- boyfriend.

"The two were really making out and after a bit, of what had to be some heavy tongue action, Paula's black, silk, four button front mini skirt, looked more like a belt than a skirt.

"Virgil and Paula had their lips locked with a sweltering kiss, and as Virgil vigorously stroked his Ex's outer thighs, he massaged her breasts which were tucked away safely inside her red blouse and push up bra.

"Virgil then moved forward, unbuttoned Paula's blouse, and was now massaging her 30A's over her Victoria Secret's push up bra. Of course this was really nothing new since Paula had already let Virgil touch second base, but in two-and-a-half years, that was as far has he'd been able to go.

"We all giggled and watched as Virgil fumbled with the front hook closure of Paula's push up bra, but without any success. Paula then smiled, and with both hands, unhooked her bra, pulled it open, and exposed her bare titties to Virgil's eyes for the first time!

"Virgil wasted little time in accepting Paula's invitation, and with a lip lock on Paula, his left hand was eagerly massaging Paula's bare right breast.

"Virgil had Paula's titty cupped in his hand, circling the palm of his hand over every inch of her titty, while squeezing it in a slow, gentle rhythmic motion. After a few minutes, Virgil began to rub Paula's perky little rose-tipped nipple in small circles with the pad of his index finger, and as he picked up the pace, he was squeezing Paula's right titty more firmly.

"Virgil and Paula finally broke what looked to be a passionate, sweltering French kiss, and as Paula was gasping for air, Virgil started kissing her ears, neck, and collarbone. Moments later we all watched as Virgil leaned over, removed his left hand, and started licking, and kissing every inch of Paula's titty from its base to her dark spot.

"Virgil was swirling his tongue all Paula's dark spot while skillfully using his left hand to unbutton the bottom three buttons of her mini skirt.

"Once Virgil had Paula's skirt open, and dangling from the closed top button, he pulled it open, and Paula spread her legs slightly, allowing her Ex's left hand to stroke her inner thighs from her knees up to her crotch. Virgil continued licking, kissing her dark spot, rubbing her inner thighs in a circular motion, and as she twisted and squirmed, Paula grabbed Virgil by the back of his head, and shoved her perky little rose-tipped peak into his mouth.

"Virgil had his lips puckered around Paula's nipple, and started sucking her nip with a series of quick, tight, in and out sucking motions. Virgil never broke his stranglehold on Paula's nipple, and while sucking her little throbbing velvet peak like a vacuum, his left hand continued rubbing the inside of her inner thighs from groin to her knees.

"Paula was tossing her head side to side, gasping for air, twisting and squirming, moaning softly, running her fingers through Virgil's brown hair, and as Virgil sucked her nipple, like a hungry new born calf, Paula opened her legs wider. Virgil took the hint, and in the blink of an eye, his left hand was massaging her pussy through her paper thin black lace cheeky panties!

"Virgil was sucking on Paula's nipple. His left hand was mixing it up, massaging every inch of Paula's pussy with a up and down or circular motions, and as Paula was moaning, sucking air through her teeth, and wiggling all over the oak tree's park bench, Virgil pushed her panties aside, and his hand disappeared from our view.

"Five minutes or so later, Virgil still had his lips sealed around Paula's nipples, sucking harder and faster, and Paula was thrashing her hips side to side, when she breathed in with loud gasp, tossed her head back, kicked her legs out, like she had Restless Legs Syndrome, dug her nails into the back of Virgil's neck, and mumbled tongue-twisting gibberish, like none of us had ever heard before. Moments, well, more like milliseconds later, Paula's whole body started quivering and shaking, like she was having some type of convulsive attack, for ten maybe fifteen seconds, before she finally calmed down.

"Afterwards, Virgil released his stranglehold on Paula's nipple, and his left hand reappeared from underneath Paula's cheeky panties. Once Paula regained her composure, the two Ex-lovers engaged in what looked to be one heck of a sweltering French kiss!

"After the two broke their amorous kiss, Virgil took Paula by the hand, and the two once lovers maneuvered to a small secluded area behind the swimming pool pump house, which was just about two or three feet at the most, below the corner of the pool deck where Marty, Carlise, Tonya and I were sitting on the pool deck's back bench. In other words, we had a front row seat to watch the show!

"Paula may have been a bit tipsy, more or less letting her defenses down, and vulnerable to Virgil's advances, but she was turned on too, and never once uttered the magic word "STOP!" Once in the secluded shadows of the pump house, Virgil locked lips with Paula, and in the blink of an eye, Virgil had his Ex flat on her back.

"Paula's red blouse was unbuttoned, her matching Victoria Secret's red front closure push up bra was open wide, leaving her bare boobs in full view with her four button front black silk mini skirt looking more like a bikini wrap around than a skirt. The two once lovers were locked in a steamy, red-hot, passionate kiss when Virgil unbuttoned the top and final button of Paula's mini skirt, pulled it open, and let it fall to her sides.

"Paula was now flat of her back, vulnerable, her tits in full view, and only her paper thin black cheeky panties stood in the way from Virgil reaching home base and popping her cherry.

"Virgil and Paula smiled at each other, and as Paula spread her legs, Virgil slipped off his muscle shirt, unbuttoned his Levi cutoffs, shoved them down to his knees, and slipped into position between Paula's long sexy legs.

"Virgil was lying on top of Paula, resting his weight on his elbows, with his muscular arms wrapped around her shoulders. Virgil was cuddling her tight, while Paula had her arms wrapped around his neck, running her fingers through his dark brown hair, and whispering sweet words in his ear. Virgil in the meantime was ravishing Paula's titties, like a hungry male Alpha wolf—kissing, licking, and sucking her nipples—first the right and then the left.

"Virgil was alternating between sucking Paula's nipples, kissing her with one sweltering passionate French kiss after the other when the two once sweethearts started furiously dry humping against each other's underwear.

"The way things were progressing, Virgil didn't want to screw everything up, so he forgot about removing Paula's blouse, red push up bra, and concentrated on her Victoria Secret's black lace cheeky panties.

"Virgil had a lip-lock on Paula, and as the once lovers kissed an amorous kiss, Paula seemed so caught in the moment that she didn't realize Virgil was no longer cuddling her tight with his strong arms, but his hands had tugged her Victoria Secret's black lace cheeky panties down past her mid thighs. Milliseconds later, Virgil shoved the front of his boxers down past his balls, and immediately started sliding the underside of one rock hard throbbing erection up and down Paula's slit.

"The two Ex-lovers were really getting it on and in sync with each other! I mean, Virgil was sucking on Paula's nipples while sliding his cock up and down her pussy's lips, and Paula was thrusting her hips upward, circling her hips, and rubbing her pussy all over his rock hard cock.

"I guess it was a couple minutes later that Virgil made his move. Virgil rose up just a bit, quickly pulled Paula's cheeky panties down to her ankles, pushed open her long sexy legs like butterfly wings, pulled his boxers down to his knees, and put his hands squarely on Paula's shoulders. Virgil bent his knees and repositioned himself between Paula's legs on the balls of his feet.

"Virgil's cut cock was now in full view and sticking out like a curved tent pole! There was this sort of crazy hunger look in his eyes, a lustfulness, the primal urge to possess and fuck his one-time girlfriend—seeking to empty his seed of life inside her womb until his balls went dry. And, just like he'd planned, Virgil was literally right on the brink of popping Paula's cherry.

"Like I mentioned, Virgil wasn't equipped with a PhD, but his cock wasn't a pencil dick either. Just guessing, I'd say Virgil's cock was maybe a half inch or so longer than Marty's, and just as thick.

"Virgil's cock had this VERY distinguishable upward curve, an unmistakable ridge, topped off with a wide mushroom head, which more than likely wouldn't fit through the cardboard tube of a standard toilet roll's one-and-a-half inch opening! In other words, Virgil was packing a thick, well above average cock, with a set of balls to match, and was more than capable of hitting all of Paula's hot spots located in her most treasured possession, as she called it just a bit earlier."

Kip smiled and asked, "So my little Tri Delt hottie sure seems like you're pretty precise in comparing Marty Mac and Virgil's piece of man meat. So tell me, had Marty Mac already been inside the sweetness between your thighs?"

Beverly laughed, and with a devil-ish smile said, "No, I'd reserved my cherry for prom night, but ever since Valentine's Day, Marty had been getting his fair share of handjobs and blowjobs.

Beverly giggled and continued, "The four of us were waiting, watching, and as Virgil leaned forward he locked lips with Paula. A split-second later Virgil was once again sliding his rock hard erection up and down Paula's slit. Virgil paused just a bit, rested his cock head's tip at Paula's opening, and pushed his cock's head forward against Paula's pussy's outer lips.

"Paula feeling Virgil's cock about to enter her most treasured possession, apparently suddenly got cold feet, and started twisting, squirming, trying to break free, but it was too late. Virgil strong hands and muscular arms held her shoulders steadfast. His lips maintained a lip-lock on Paula's, that wouldn't let go—keeping her from any potential verbal protest—if she tried to uttered one.

"We all watched as Paula flinched, squirmed, and shuddered when Virgil's wide head separated her outer lips, and in my swift motion, Virgil pushed off with the balls of his feet, and the full length of his cock disappeared in Paula's virgin pussy—opening her up, like a can of sardines, and popping her cherry.

"Virgil kept his lips locked on Paula's, and within a fraction of a second, the full length of Virgil's cock reappeared. And, before one could blink of an eye, Virgil once again rammed his cock's head through Paula's opening. Virgil pushed off with the balls of his feet, just like he'd done before, in order to add a little extra force to his inward stroke, and buried his cock right to the hilt a second time in Paula's virgin pussy.

"Once balls deep, Virgil arched his back while pulling all the way out again. Virgil's cock head reappeared for a second time, and as Virgil pushed off with the balls of his feet, his cock's head separated Paula's lips for a third time, and ripped through her opening. Virgil finished off his third deep inward stroke with a powerful whip of his hips before pulling his cock all the way out again.