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Cass - Sidestory - Charity Football Game
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*
It was hard to recall sometimes, but when Isaac showed up, he really showed up. Isaac’s meddling was not to be meddled with. The canon on that guy and the hand-eye coordination of a damn near professional quarterback were almost surreal. Like a hawk, he prowled the line, looking for the best plays. Sure, in a professional game, there would be a strategy. But in a charity game, one has to sort of play it by instinct. Even for Cass… hell, perhaps especially to Cass, a former athlete herself, it was impressive to see her man dominate like he did, even if it was a charity event, and even if she was not all that familiar with the rules.
Several people in the local community had pulled together to throw a charity flag football game, to help support the soup kitchens in the area. It was mostly a bunch of former second-level athletes, dads, brats, and so on. Like Isaac. But there were a few local ‘celebrities’ as well. Some boxer called Fernando, who was an upcoming world champion, and Bran, who they had met before, was also a boxer.
Looking proudly out at the stands, Cass could see the crowd they had managed to pull. For a local charity game, it was kind of impressive, she thought. And out there, in front of all these people, stood her man, standing 6 foot 2, well north of 200 pounds. Closer to 250 probably. Sure, he wasn’t as vascular as he had been, but he was still a beefy, big handsome man. Watching her man move like gazelle, and directing the team like a lion, it wasn’t hard to see some of the qualities in Isaac that had made her his.
Some other guys were bigger and some more athletic, but to Cass, nobody stood like such a specimen as her soon-to-be husband. That’s when her phone pinged. Cass picked it up, wondering who that might be. All her friends were here, and her husband was on the field. So the suspicion was not broad-struck, as there was only one person in the area that had her number that couldn’t be fucked to go to a charity game. Or maybe he was, but for other reasons.
Lifting her head, she tried to spy if she saw that same person somewhere in the crowd. Nope, if he was there, he was hiding his big ugly face somewhere.
Opening the text message, Cass had it confirmed. She gave a small smile as she looked at her phone, where the photo of Neil’s giant cock was on display. She hurriedly put it away, as there were people around her. Couldn’t risk getting caught gawking at such a humongous piece of meat. And what if some of these other harlots started to get curious? No, wait, what kind of thinking is that?
At the same time… it was in the middle of the game, with lots left… and she did have to go to the bathroom. Fuck it, right? She could still make it back after a bit of naughty texting with Neil. A bit of fuel to tease Isaac with later. She had been on her best behavior all week since she had slept over at Neil’s, only fucking him once in the kitchen, and with a condom. But that was it. It has been almost a week, now.
“I’ll just head to the ladies' room, could you watch my purse?” Cass excused herself to one of her friends.
“Now? Isaac is dominating!”
Cass scoured out into the field. They had been gaining a lot. Isaac passed the ball to some other guy made a dash and the guy shot the ball out wide toward Isaacs's trajectory. It sure looked like Isaacs's team was dominating these other people.
“I think he can survive a few minutes without me!”
*
Cass found her way to the restroom. They had got a bunch of porta potties for the event, but those things were gross and she had keys to the wardrobes, so she went there instead. All the players were out in the field anyway, and the women's bathroom wasn’t even in use so she was assured privacy there.
The weather was getting quite comfortable outside, and Cass had played tennis before the game with her girlfriends, now that she had time. She still wore her white tennis and white visor, showing a lot of leg and bundling her black curly hair. While Cass normally would’ve changed into some shorts, her outfit gave her quite a sporty summer look.
Cass perked her hips, gave her hips a side twerk and held up a peace sign, and snapped a cute photo that she sent to Neil. She also sent it to Isaac, but he wouldn’t see it for quite some time. Cass then washed her hands and headed out of the bathroom.
“Holy shit, that white dress looks so good over those black girthy hips!” someone said as she stepped out.
None other than Neil had been following her. He stood leaning at a fence, with the small football stadium behind him, looking at his phone. Yuck. To see this hunched-over sack of potatoes now after almost a week, just after having seen her husband in his ultimate element… How could this dude do anything for her? If it wasn’t for his big dick Cass wouldn't have glanced at him twice. Now her glance was forced to trail down to his bulge as if her body wanted to remind her body why this guy had been wrecking her insides the way he had.
“But I bet my big white cock and cum would look even better!” Neil laughed cruelly.
*
Some lose focus during the chaos. Some go into a state of shock. Me? I was in my element. Maybe I would look back in retrospect and see that the opposition wasn’t exactly there, but here in the moment, it felt good. We were about halfway through, and were up by a lot and had for the plays just been fooling around. That was about to change.
I was a bit tired from the last run, so I wanted to keep at least the next few plays simple. So what if we didn’t make any more gains, we were never gonna lose at this rate. I went over to Bran, who played wide receiver. He was probably the smallest guy in the field. He was like 5 foot 7 and 180 lbs. But he was fast as shit, and a boxer besides, so he knew how to stay on his feet and get upfield fast. He had played some football in high school as well.
“Bran. I need a breather. I’ll get a small jog down to the 10-yard line then I’ll gun the ball down to you down right, alright?” I gasped at Bran. Bran nodded.
I got behind the offensive line.
“Hut!”
I got the ball and the battle in front of me took place. I started a small jog down to the 10-yard line, not really worried, keeping a sideways posture to see Bran’s progression upfield. I could see in the corner of my eye that some giant man broke free and was heading towards me. Fuck. And fuck the 10-yard line, this guy looked like he was tired of getting wrecked.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—” The giant roared
I found Bran again, turned in one fluid motion, and flung the ball upfield. Seconds later, Bran caught it and was dashing toward the end zone. Then I heard thumping, fuck, I felt the thumping of this giant guy approaching me. But I didn’t have the ball anymore, what the fuuuuu
“AAAAAAAAYOOOOOOOO!” the giant shouted and ran himself at me.
We both tumbled to the ground with a loud oomph. I was startled and my back twisted awkwardly, but it was manageable.
“What the fuck!” I groaned, as the giant climbed off of me. That’s when I saw who it was. It was…
“Dan Calhoun, shit-pipe enthusiast,” Dan introduced and pulled me to my feet. It didn’t look like the referee was paying attention.
Dan Calhoun was a guy who had done some plumbing at the office the prior week. Apparently had volunteered for the game as well.
“God damn you’re huge, Calhoun,” I said. I figured he was trying to be playful, as he slapped my back.
“6 foot 10 and 350 of shit and pipe. Call me Plumber Dan, by the way,” Dan said, giggling so that his whole uniform shook. “I’m here with that tight fucking broad over there.”
Dan pointed a giant hand over at the crowd. I had no idea who he was pointed at, but I just nodded.
“Well, Plumber Dan, looks like we touched down anyway.”
“I’ll just have to tackle harder!” Plumber Dan roared into an ominous laughter. Jesus, this guy was something else.
*
“We can’t do it now!” Cass exclaimed.
Neil and Cass had moved into the bathroom. Neil leaned against the double sink, having whipped his cock out and expected to fuck the shit out of Cass apparently. But this was way too fucking public! Even if she dragged him in here for more privacy. But that was to talk to him! Totally! Right?
“Why the fuck you bring me in here? You could’ve told me to fuck of outside. Hell, that’d be better for whomever you try to prove yourself to!” Neil said, slowly tugging at his gigantic, marvelous cock. Cass couldn’t help staring at the details of this beautiful specimen.
And it had been so many days now since she’d truly gotten off. And with her masters being done and getting an A… she did deserve a little bit of an award… right? Totally. But no. This was a charity game. She couldn’t let herself getting railed during a fucking charity game!
“Can’t I just suck you off?” Cass pleaded.
*
I once again was on the ground. It was the other team's turn to play and once again with 6 foot 10 350 pounds of Plumber Dan was climbing off of me. God damn it! I didn’t even have the leather anywhere near me!
“AAAAYO” Dan had yelled out as soon as their quarterback called for the play and ran right into me, even if I was away from it all.
“Get off of me!” I groaned again.
“Need some beer anyway. HEY COACH!” Dan yelled out at the side. “I’m out.”
I wasn’t such a spry active man anymore, so I really started to feel the deep pound I was getting.
*
“AAAAH SHIT” Cass squealed out at the deep pounding she was getting. She could feign resistance all she wanted, but at the end of the day, Neil would get his way.
Cass was now bent over the bathroom sink getting railed from behind by Neil. She luckily made him wear a condom though, even a new one that she had gotten out of a package herself. It had almost been a habit to have a Neil condom on her at all times…
It was also a naughty visual for her to see herself bent over like this in the mirror. It wasn’t the largest mirror, but she could see part of Neil's pelvis crash into her thick ass that rippled in response with each thrust. And every time Cass saw that happen, a whimper or a squeal would come from her as she felt exactly where each of those thrusts was going. It was sort of surreal to both see it and feel it. Though she was not really seeing it. Only partly seeing the copulation.
Cass had seen it on video, but seeing Neil’s hips ominously slide back and forth live was something else. She know sort of understood even more what Isaac got out of watching her fuck. Watching her getting fucked had a certain nasty hotness to it. She would have to let Isaac experience this some day, watching Cass get fucked good by Neil.
“God, what am I thinking?” Cass thought.
It felt like her own wetness gushed out all over the place and she was panting and rhythmically along with each thrust. Slick sounds of getting banged well and good echoed throughout the bathroom. It was by sheer luck if they weren’t caught like this!
It being so ‘long’ since Neil fucked Cass last, it wasn’t long before
“GET DOWN BITCH!” Neil roared as he pulled out of her with a loud wet squelch.
Cass obediently turned and got down on her knees. As soon as she got down she felt her face warm up with each splurt that landed across her face. She even opened her mouth, almost in a reactionary way. Like an extra accessory to her submission.
“You really know how to convince a girl,” Cass moaned afterward, still sitting with her eyes closed in the afterglow of it all.
“Hah! Didn’t take much convincing!” Neil said.
Cass became flustered at that. It was true. Now she sort of felt dirty. Like was this what it had come down to? Her getting railed whenever Neil showed up? Cass knew she had to take measures. Isaac was too happy to oblige the fantasy, and perhaps she was too.
But that reminded her. Why did Neil even wait all those days? Cass had been way too busy to think about it.
“So where you been the last week?”
“Hah! You missed me? I was in AC. Wanted to gamble now that I was jobless. Blow off some steam.”
Fucking Cass wasn’t blowing of steam, butlowing away money on the casino while having no job was? Cass gave an annoyed sigh Neil ignored.
“Did you win some?”
“Nope!” Neil said, pulling his pants on. Then he paused. He listened to the game. It was still going strong.
Neil got a condom, dropped his pants again, and moved over behind Cass who was busy washing her face. Never noticing the door cracking open ever so slightly.
*
It was much easier to make plays and stop plays when I didn’t get pounded hard by Plumber Dan, but after the two impacts, I felt my ribs screaming. I felt my accuracy drop even, but not so much that it mattered.
We made another touchdown, and just in time for the other team to make the offense, the giant was back. He wandered over to his position, which was unfortunately in front of me.
“Hut!”
“AAAAYOOO!”
I tried to hold my hands out to meet him, but he just steamrolled me, pile-driving me into the grass.
“Is this really necessary?” I said, angrily rubbing my ribs.
“Absolutely. You’re playing way too good, and I am forced to take action. Anyway,” Dan said, wrapping a huge arm around my shoulder. “Somebody’s fucking in the womens bathroom. Wanna go watch? I didn’t see nothing, just heard some mating calls, ya know what I’m saying!”
“Erh, they can do what they want. I don’t really care.”
“That’s right. You the one with that hot chick from the college? I have no fucking idea how I know of her, other than she got a nice ass on her, pardon my french.”
“Heh, no problem.” I sensed that Plumber Dan tried to be friendly, albeit in his own way, but something about him was just… off.
“You think the ass back there is getting some penalties? Some looong passes up in her touchdown area, then? HAH!”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Or up the tight end?” I suggested, the locker room getting the better of me.
“AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAHA! There it is!”
I should probably have participated more in the play, but Dan was set on tackling the shit out of me and then banter afterwards. So naturally, the other team made a touchdown themselves.
Back to offense. I was now more aware that Plumber Dan was ready to destroy me at a moments notice, so I tried to eye a quick pass, so that I could run upfield and help the wide receiver, and also stay well away from Dan. I was surely faster than him so I’d be able to keep a distance.
“Hut!”
*
“GOD DAMN IT!” Neil roared. “It ripped again. Can’t I just pull out?”
He had fucked her good from behind, but when he exited her to so he could have Cass ride him instead, he had jerked his cock and ripped the condom. How fragile were these things? It said extra thin on the label, but god damn it.
“That would be… heh… an illegal motion,” Cass joked, snickering at her corny joke.
“Is that some dumb football term? I fucking hate sports, so get the fuck outta here with that.”
“How about I do some illegal use of my hands?”
“Bitch, you better shut up with that shit!”
Cass couldn’t help but start laughing, seeing Neil annoyed like this.
“Well, you’re not gonna get a hook-up with that attitude,” Cass said, having plenty of lingo from Isaac.
“How about I shove another one on, lay you on this sink right here, and show you exactly how I punish small girls for being annoying brats?!”
“And he could-go-all-the-wayyy– Oh!” Cass started, parodying all the shit she had heard on the TV.
Neil, true to his promise pushed her back against the sink, lined his cock up, and shoved it in hard and deep, and his lips onto hers. Cass was normally a bit uneasy getting fucked in such an intimate position, but submitting and getting punished by Neil drove her lust to not think straight. Her mind was filled with something big penetrating her at her deepest again. God did she hope the condom held up this time around, he was so fucking deep.
Feeling his hard eager thrusts made her immediately clamp down on his girth, and a series of mini-orgasms started to rip through her. Cass began moaning hard into Neil’s mouth as he sucked on her tongue and mauled her tits. Eventually, she shoved his mouth of hers. She wanted to taunt him further, to have Neil go nuts.
“That’s it! Muff that big long snapper up there!”
“Shut the fuck up! You–fucking–bitch–I'm–gonna–give–it–to–you–now!” Neil said, highlighting every word with one hard thrust into her, making her squeal.
The force of his thrusts had her lean back over the sink, getting shoved up against the mirror behind her. Her mouth was agape, panting profusely. As hard as he was fucking her now, she needed to taunt him more. She couldn’t be helped.
“That’s the deepest penetration today – OH – Right up, uh, the middle,” Cass moaned, her voice getting weaker as pleasure was taking over her mind.
“When you’re gonna cum... Fuuuck… please give me a 2-minute warning… god fuck… I want it in my mouth!”
*
By now we had moved our offense almost all the way to the other side of the field, after Plumber Dan relentlessly tackled me over and over, even when the ball was all across the field and nowhere close to me. Plumber Dan seemed to think it was funny, and perhaps it would be from one of my friends in a pickup game, but Plumber Dan was a 6 foot 10 monster of a man, and he used every single of his 350 lbs body to ravage me. And every time he roared out “AAAAYOO” for some reason.
“Heh, I gotta say, I like you, Isaac,” Dan chuckled, once again helping me up. “You’re a good sport.”
“Fuck, I think I might have sprained something, I can’t feel my side, and my ankles hurt like a motherfucker.”
“Yeah yeah forget about all that, we’re just having a bit of fun. Anyway, like I said, I like you. So I tell you what, I will not take your wife.”
I perked up at this. Did Dan know something?
“I mean, I usually take what I want, but I respect you, so I won’t lay a hand on her,” Dan said, looking at me. More as to gauge my reaction than anything. It sent a chill down my spine.
“I appreciate it?” I said, not sure what to say. Dan slapped my back less ominously this time. Maybe he just sent a creepy vibe because I was the constant subject to his onslaught.
*
Again Cass got her taste buds completely ravaged by the onslaught of Neil’s huge cumshot. It took her several gulps to get it all down, but with a good effort, she was able to not spill a drop.
“Good girl,” Neil groaned, leaning against a stall door, panting like a maniac.
“I’ll head out, give me 5 minutes to fuck off, then you come out,” Neil told her. It wasn’t a suggestion, this was how it was going to be.
“Where the fuck were you?” Cass’ friend asked 6 minutes later as Cass met up with them after the game.
“That… would be TMI,” Cass said all flustered like, hoping to end the conversation there. She hated lying, and was pretty bad at it.
Her friend just shook her head and gave her the purse back.
“Yeah, while you were out TMI’ing, Isaac got wrecked. Some giant asshole kept tackling him like a bully,” her friend said. “The same bully even drove him down to the hospital. Probably just a bruised ankle and broken rib, don’t worry”
*
Cass drove as fast down to the hospital as she dared. She would be no good if she got a speeding ticket, so she remained on the lawful side of things, especially with the unlawful things she had just been doing.
Isaac was already in the lobby talking with some female doctor.
“Here she is,” Isaac said cheerfully enough, though wincing a bit. “Thanks, Roxane!”
“My pleasure. Keep strong,” the lady blonde lady doctor said, touching Isaac’s shoulder and winking at him as she turned to slowly walk away.
Some girls might’ve gotten jealous. But Cass wasn’t some girl. Seeing her man being slightly flirted with, even if it was very manute, made her realize that her fantasy didn’t stretch to her own infidelity. Taboo acts from Isaac would be very hot as well, though maybe something they’d warm up to. First, they’d have to get done with their adventures with Neil.
“So where were you then? I had to be driven down here by my assailment!” Isaac said, still as cheerful.
Cass decided the blunt route, as she knew that Isaac loved that sort of thing.
“While you got pounded, I got pounded,” Cass said. Isaac’s eyes went wide. She just loved his handsome face when it got that mix of being turned on on a primal level and jealousy.
“So. Here are the options. I can either blow you on the way home. Or, I can use these cute lips to tell you aaall about it. What do you say?”
*
Comments
Stubbypinhead
I'm not sure where the story is taking place, but apparently this is supposed to be American style football. In which case, there is zero chance any ref (especially of a charity game, which should be much LESS physical than a high school or college game) would allow the quarterback to be repeatedly tackled well after he's gotten rid of the ball. That would be a heinous personal foul if done even once and the offending player would be tossed. So that whole part doesn't really make any sense. Also, the bit where Isaac is "running down to the 10 yard line" to throw the ball doesn't really compute. The qb can't throw the ball from anywhere past the line of scrimmage. The line of scrimmage is a relative position that changes as the play moves up and down the field. The qb runs side to side behind the line of scrimmage if he wants to launch from outside the pocket, not down to any definite yard line. The rest of the story is great and things are setting up for a seriously fun dinner and wedding.
LoserRobb221
Wow that was a real treat before Christmas 🙌🏻 thank you
