Love and death in a time of volleyball... marks masterpiece
"Third time's the charm." Eugene Gwandoya said, as he prepared to set
the ball to his star middle hitter Alaina Lampur. They were finishing
up an individual practice on a Tuesday afternoon. Eugene's mind
wandered as he thought about that morning, the argument he had with his
wife as they left the house. She was on her way to work at the day care
center and he on his way to his office, which was in the same building
as the gym. It was about money, of course. It had been a common quarrel
between the two and Eugene was wondering if all the trouble was worth
it anymore. They had not been in love for years.
"I can't get it, I don't see the point of doing this over and over
again if I can't fucking get it right." Alaina had been working on
shifting her weight appropriately while she hit, and could not seem, to
get the move to flow. It was hard for her to unlearn the technique she
had picked up in her seven years of high school ball. Eugene turned
towards his athlete and placed his hands on her shoulders. Looking
directly into her eyes he said, "you can't just give up, changing
things like this takes time." He let his hands linger a moment longer
than he needed to and they both realized it. He removed them quickly,
but to his surprise, Alaina only drew closer. She arched her mouth up
to his and kissed him, tentatively at first, but it soon grew
tumultuous tongue slamming. Swirling and twisting in each others wet
mouths, experiencing a feeling that was so wrong, but yet so right.
They parted and stood looking at each other. The tension was so thick
you could have beat it down with a dildo. "I, I'm sorry" Lampur said as
she slowly backed away from him. Eugene just stood there not knowing
what to say. Alaina had retreated to the locker room, happy to have one
safe haven where she could hide her embarrassment. She heard a noise
and looked towards the door. Eugene stood in the door with madness in
his eyes that could only be instilled by lust. He walked to her and
looked into her eyes. She did not see her coach anymore. She just saw a
man, at the mercy of his own animalistic impulses, no longer able to
resist or control them. He was a slave to his own madness. He pulled
her spandex around knees and thrust his middle and ring finger his
right hand into he majestic cavern. He moved them in and out of her
juicy cunt as her body straightened and collapsed against his. He ran
the index and middle finger of his left hand up and down her slit,
finding her aroused clit, slowly moving his fingers in a circular
motion around it. She shuddered. Her hand had already made it don the
front of his shorts, feeling the hard veiny goliath that resided there.
"I would like to see you in my office." He said, withdrawing his
dexterous fingers from within her. He walked out of the locker room
smelling them. She left soon after, making her way to his office as
quickly as she could, the space between her legs aching for him. She
entered his office and shut the door behind her. She approached her
coach. He shoved his fingers in her mouth, "Taste yourself whore, tate
it." He said. Alaina ran her hands down Eugene's chest, stopping
momentarily to stare into his dreamy eyes. "Set me up baby", she
crooned. "Don't worry" he said, returning her stare and placing his
hands on her spandex-laden hips. "I am an experienced setter."
He rhythmically removed her top, her body glistening with sweat. Alaina
looked at Eugene and whispered, "What if your wife finds out?" Eugene,
lifting his head from her muff, " I'm not supposed to talk with a full
mouth. But she can go fuck that Persian she met at Bed, Bath &
Beyond." Alaina stared into Eugene's hurt eyes, "Lampur" he whispered,
"I'm really digging you. I want to feel you against me. I want to be in
Alaina paused, unsure if she should tread down this tumultuous path. "Ok."
"I need you to do something for me" "Anything" she replied.
"Put me in your mouth." Eugene moaned, displaying his sexual frustration quite visibly.
She pulled down his nylon windpants, making visible his sculptured
nubbin. "Oh," she said loudly, "I didn't know you were that big."
"Lampur," he replied. I didn't get to this point in my life with only
an average sized penis.
Rolling her eyes, she accepted the pork sword into her salivating
mouth. He nearly made her vomit. But she loved it. Eugene thrusted his
sword in and out, matching the rhythms and sounds of dolphins making
love. "Eeeeeeeee," he said, on the verge of exploding. She pulled away,
"Leave some for me, big daddy." Eugene complied and slapped her across
the face with his dangling appendage. She cried out, an ambiguous
scream, one which displayed the dichotomy of pleasure and pain.
He slid down her Under Armour shorts, revealing her lubricated slit.
His fingers traveled, flirting with her special area. She grew excited,
moaning slightly but then quickly containing herself. He inched his
penis closer, unsure when to make his last stand. When it made contact,
he knew. Her vagina was like a stick of melted butter, if the friction
ceased then the moment would be lost. Melted butter, Eugene thought to
himself. Melted butter and I'm lactose intolerant. The irony was enough
to make him blow right then.
"Coach, just go already. I want your rock hard cock, the ball is in your court."
Eugene realized life is a lot like volleyball. First there is the
set-up, then the attack, and then hopefully the dig. If one is able to
do this, then one has volleyed in the proverbial sense at least. But he
was wasting time. He thrust, meeting the barrier that was her tight
vaginal walls. He was nearly blocked, his large member nearly unable to
fit. "OH," she squealed like a pig with it's balls in a salad shooter.
"You really are horny, coach." Eugene sunk his head, but thrusted
further. In and out, the sweat now glistening on both their bodies. She
rubbing her hands on his sculpted chest and he touching her voluptuous
chest. Seconds turned to minutes which turned to some more minutes,
which eventually turned to hours. It was like battle. He attacking with
his nether rod, she defending with her quiver bone. Every now and
again, he would quickly pull his penis from her moistened hole and
stick it in her mouth, screaming, "Taste yourself whore, taste
yourself." Whoever gave up first in this game would not be a happy
Finally, as Eugene was about to reach apex, Lampur screamed, "Shoot it
on my face!" He pulled out, slapping her vagina and chest, while
stroking his one-eyed monster.
His ejaculate struck her face and chest and he flipped her around finishing his load on her smooth, round ass.
"Suck it off, " he said, in a dominatrix sort of way.
She was about to engage in the sort of grooming that only comes after a
sexual act as this one, when she noticed the looming figure standing in
Eugene's wife stood in the open doorway, her mouth set in an open gape,
fit for only the largest of cocks to be sucked in (she had a really big
mouth). She walked into the room, her Persian boyfriend following
closely behind her. The door closed behind them. The Persian moved to
the corner pulling a gold butterfly knife out of his pocket and
flipping it open. Alaina walked up to her coach's wife, who she had met
only a few times at volleyball barbecues. Wiping some of her coach's
spunk of her face on her index finger she inserted it into his wife's
mouth and watched her suck it off. Alaina turned the wife around and
threw he onto Eugene's desk while he only watched in amazement. Alaina
tore the wife's shirt off revealing a pair of milky white tits to big
for the constraints of any bra below a double D. Alaina kissed her way
down to the wife's glorious forest and lifted her skirt up above her
head. Alaina began to kiss and lick her luscious lips and clit. The
wife screamed, "My god, fuck me, fuck me for all I am worth. I'm a free
ball, anyone, anyone take me." The Persian stood in the corner; his
pants down around his ankle while his dark hand ran up and down his
average sized cock. He had the butterfly knife in the other, he was
cutting his arm with it. The blood ran down his arm an onto his erect
cock. It pooled in the little nest of black pubic hair that covered his
undercarriage. A definite ball handling error.
As for Alaina, this was no jungle ball. She was taking an inside shot
on the coaches wife and was definitely making an isolated play on a
certain piece of anatomy. The wife called, "Lampur, you definitely get
a service point." As he came and spewed ejaculate into Alaina's face.
It mixed with the come that was already there.
While watching this spectacle and his member grow he had not had time
to see the masturbating Persian move from his corner. It was too late,
Eugene was dealt an underhanded serve as the Persians knife, covered in
blood and semen, was plunged into his throat. The Persian ran out of
the room, his average sized Johnson hanging from his pants and flopping
and he ran. Alaina and the wife sat by Eugene as he lay on the floor of
his second story office bleeding. Making his way towards death.