Late

- thereshegoes123 - Literotica

	
- Chapter 1 - His coach is a stone cold stunner, but too hot to handle?

	Late again. Freddie (or big Fred as the rest of the team teased him for being the shortest guy in the whole softball squad) was always running late. No matter how he tried, it always seemed like the world was against him.

	The sun was high, and the Spring day was warm, edging into Summer. Sweat leaked from his pale skin. At least he was used to it. As a new intern in a large sales company he got treated like a human trolley.

	His trainers pounded the sidewalk as he tried to use every ounce of the little stamina he had left to sprint the last 50 metres to the sports park where mixed Softball training took place every Sunday afternoon. Freddie didn't want to think what Coach Matherson's reaction would be. Hopefully there would be a few other stragglers there, and she would allow him to blend into the team warm ups unnoticed.

	Finally he turned the corner, huffing and puffing, knees bent and surveyed the grounds; the rest of the team were already halfway round a final lap at the opposite end of the ground. Apart from one straight, tall, commanding figure.

	Coach Matherson's gaze snapped to him in the blink of an eye and he knew there would be no hiding once more. Forbidding didn't even cut it with Jane S. Matherson. Her short hair and even shorted temper made her intimidating, although they could do nothing to dim her beautiful full features and stunning physique. Her look cut him in half and he stopped walking and even considered running out and never coming back to practice again. And then she barked at him.

	'Get your tight ass over here Freddie!'

	Now he had no choice. He sucked it up and walked over.

	'And where have you been?' she quipped, still unmoved as he stopped near her, a diminutive figure despite his 23 years of age, unathletic; even smaller still when stood under the impressively tall, strong presence that was his coach.

	Some say the blond Soccer Moms that visit the clubhouse on a Sunday are hot. But in his opinion, they were nothing compared to the stunning Coach Matherson. Her long-sleeved shirt was constricted tightly around her waist and bicep muscles, her rounded breasts practically trying to explode through the constricting material. Every piece of clothing on her was skin-tight, and focused, like the woman herself.

	Freddie often daydreamed about her, usually about the time he'd seen her nipples through that shirt once after she had made him run a lap round the field for tardiness, yes it was probably the exertion from her running behind him and shouting a few choice words at him but he liked to imagine otherwise.

	Occasionally she could be a little obscene, calling him a 'lazy bitch' on one particular occasion when he hadn't been giving a decent enough effort in a training session. But she was an excellent motivator, and she was genuinely proud of her team. In fact one of Fred's most proud moments was when he'd played his best game against their local rivals, beating them in a thrilling game. They had all returned to the club-house after many happy back-slaps and high fives to see the usually serious blond bomb-shell congratulate her team one by one, grinning.

	'Good job, Big Fred' she had said with a hint of a smile on her lips.

	She softly squeezed his (rather small) bicep with a lingering touch before remarking:

	'maybe we'll make a decent ball player out of you yet'

	She winked at him, and then the smile had vanished and she was barking at everyone once more to not forget about training on Sunday. That night he had thought about her lingering and squeezing his arm. Quite a few times.

	Soon he was thinking about her almost every day; grabbing hold of him, breathing close to him, pulling him in, even pushing herself on top of him. He used up many boxes of tissues thinking about the many scenarios they could find themselves in, so many in fact that he actually needed to start budgeting for it every month.

	But despite his deeply secret desire for her, she was revered by him and the rest of the team as a leader. Hard to please... but everybody wanted to win for her. They would do almost anything if Coach Matherson asked them to, such was their respect for her.

	And right now, he'd thrown himself under her headlights. Again.

	'Uh... I'm sorry Coach, my car had a flat and I had to get the bus'

	She didn't look pleased.

	'Are you serious? You can't fix a flat tyre?' Coach Matherson tutted. Fred blushed and said nothing.

	'You know, you need someone around the house to show you some grit. I've a right mind to do it myself' she mused hands on her hips, leaning to one side in a way that made her sculpted ass more noticeable.

	Freddie had to use all his self control not to stare at her beautiful rear, as he thought about how he would have given anything to have her educate him in private. Not that his small shared apartment in the outer city was anything to shout about.

	She turned back to the team that were finally assembling for practice. 'Let's start with some catching drills people! Fred has just volunteered to be piggy in the middle, anyone who misses a catch or throws a bad ball joins him!'

	She turned back to him, eyebrow raised. It was a nicer punishment then he had been expecting.

	'Let's see if you can control these balls better than your time-keeping' she said.

	He let his breath out and smiled softly. She wasn't so bad sometimes.

	'Oh and Freddie, if you drop more than 2 catches, I'm calling you my little bitch for the rest of the month' she said with a playful smirk on her face, loud enough so the rest of the team could hear her. Freddie's little cock began to swell despite himself. Oh god not now.

	'That won't be happening!' he said, feeling slightly more confident than he was before. He wasn't a bad softball player despite his size. The rest of the team were sniggering softly as he made his way into the centre. If he dropped three catches, he would never hear the end of this.

	The practice soon began, and as per usual a number of balls were being thrown between the rest of the team in a small square area. The piggy had to catch throws from the rest of the team, and if they dropped a catch or he touched them with a ball in their hand, they joined the piggy in the middle. If Freddie caught someone, they would join his team. Drop a ball, you're on the piggy's team. After the teams become even numbers, if you miss any potential catches as a piggy, they get a player back.

	Freddie was soon making his presence felt, and took an early chance, snaffling an indecisive throw from Terry, a young lanky girl with a great strike rate, and one of his closest friends in the team. She also happened to be a woeful fielder. She huffed as she tramped over to join him.

	Soon the throwing became harder, as more and more people joined the piggys team. Once the sides were even, the throwers were allowed to win team members back and the game became more fast paced. Freddie was trying to close down a passing avenue when he noticed one of the older guys, Dean, was attempting a long throw to get himself out of trouble. Confident he had the drop, he waited until the ball was just leaving his hands, before shifting direction fast and sprinting into it's path. His eyes followed the movement... and caught Coach Matherson's piercing blue gaze. The ball flew through his fingers.

	'That's one Freddie!' she said to him smirking slightly, her voice loud and clear over the hustle and noises taking place around them. Freddie cursed himself for lacking concentration, but now his cock was getting hard again, and he was terrified of running around with a tent in his trousers. He adopted a low position so he could change direction quickly, as well as hide his growing erection. A dropped catch also meant Terry was the first player back on the other team again. Not much of a loss but still incredibly frustrating.

	Another chance... this time Stacey, the oldest member of the team at around 45 years, but incredibly fit for her age, threw a wayward pass after being closed down by three piggys. Freddie went for it, but tripped, and the ball sailed past him. Another miss. angry at himself, he looked over and saw his coach watching him, the tip of her finger brushing her lips. Her gaze hadn't wavered, and she slowly put the tip of her finger into her mouth. The blood went back to his shaft in double time, and he had to look away to stop himself from doing something potentially embarrassing in his pants. Was she doing that on purpose? Freddie shook himself and tried to clear his head of distractions.

	And then Dean, one of the last people left, spooned a throw. It was coming his way. and just behind him... stood Terry. She had a decent few inches on him. He needed to stand tall, but his pants were tenting and if he was going to jump, there was not a single person who wouldn't see it. The rest of his team were screaming for him to catch it. If he jumped he could get it.

	Desperate, he realised he couldn't do it. His arms raised, he watched as the ball sailed down over his outstretched hands, and nestled in Terry's.

	The people on his side stared at him in mild shock... quickly followed by dismay at his seeming lack of desire, to which he grimaced and gestured to his hamstring as if to say he was injured, which seemed to deflect the attention.

	He realised as he was grimacing, completely pain-free, that he couldn't just get up and continue, or they'd be totally on his case, so he pretended to limp to the sidelines and start stretching.

	Immediately, Coach Matherson marched over to him.

	'You injured Freddie?'

	'yeah, yeah I think so Coach' he said, unable to admit his reason for not jumping was that she had given him a boner.

	'It's just a strain, I think it should be fine with a bit of stretching'

	She looked at him oddly, her eyebrow cocked and her face inscrutable. 'It looked like it hit you pretty hard out there, I don't want you taking any chances'

	Freddie's face was turning red.

	'Let's go to the club-house and let's take a look'

	Now Freddie felt like a real dick. He was faking an injury and now being forced to have treatment for a stiffy.

	She turned to the rest of the team. 'Batting, get yourselves into groups of 4 and begin the accuracy drill from last week!'

	Putting her arm around him, she helped him limp over to the club house (which made him feel even more stupid, but also made his erection unbearably hard being this close to her), before taking him inside to the medical area.

	At which point she dropped her arm from under him. crouched slightly to face him and moved herself eye level, so close he could feel her breath on his lips. Her electric blue gaze searching into his own.

	'I didn't realise an erection was now an injury'. She stated tersely.

	Freddie's expression froze in horror and embarrassment. Her face was stone.

	Oh God. He looked like an utter fool..

	Coach Matherson said nothing as she stared at him, which did nothing still to lower his now unbearably obvious mini-tent in his trousers.

	Freddie hoped the ground would swallow him up right then and there, instead of having to face the Coach's stony faced silence.

	For what felt like an age, she said nothing.

	Finally, she let out a breath, and rested her hand on his chest and smirked.

	'Having problems concentrating with training are we?'

	Freddie's was blushing hard. He nodded, unable to say anything for fear of further embarrassment.

	She let out a soft 'hmmm... ', her face was unreadable, slightly absent, and her hand began to trail down his chest and over his stomach. Freddie realised he could feel her breath on his face, she was so close to him.

	They stared at each other, and the room felt thick with tension, even though they were alone. And suddenly Freddie realised that Coach Matherson was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling.

	Her hand slipped lower down and before he know it was pressing against his cock and balls. It was a large hand. Her eyes were still locked to his as she spoke:

	'I don't think it's good when someone has to deal with... injuries, like yours... '

	She rubbed his groin.

	Freddie let out a soft moan.

	Her head moved to the side of his so their cheeks were touching, and she was beside his ear.

	'Now I think we need to get you back onto the field any way we can' she said softly.

	Her hand was still on his package... and began squeezing.

	'let me help you get rid of that injury'

	And then... he felt her hot tongue dive into his ear.

	Freddie came instantly in his pants, groaning loudly as her wet tongue loudly explored his ear hole. Coach moaned as she made love to the side of his face, her other hand forcing it's way into his trousers, covering his cock to feel his hot jizz spurting out all over his belly and underwear.

	She began rubbing from inside his pants as her other hand then came up to grip his hair tightly. She turned his face to hers roughly and then they were making out, her tongue deep in his mouth, her groans practically humming through his skull as she forcefully searched every inch of his mouth, saliva spreading onto their cheeks as they passionately forced themselves into each other.

	Freddie's spent cock was being squeezed by Coach Matherson's strong hand, as she pushed him backwards into the wall, breasts tight against his chest. She broke their embrace to lick her large tongue up and down his face, spittle running from her mouth onto his cheeks, and Freddie moaned softly as she did. She was animalistic in her actions, doing whatever she wanted to him and he loved it.

	She was uttering low moans as her warm tongue slid up and down, up and down, on his face. Freddie was in heaven, completely controlled by her and loving every second, pushing back at her tongue with his face to ensure she didn't leave an inch untouched by her hot, sticky saliva.

	She gradually slowed, becoming less animalistic and more affectionate, licking and nipping softly at his ears, giving him a lingering love bite on his neck which made him gasp.

	And then she backed away, sliding her jizz covered hand out of his pants and letting go of his hair.

	'I think your injury is looking a lot better after treatment' she said, the hint of a smile playing on her lips.

	Freddie was too in shock at what had happened to be disappointed it had stopped... so many of his fantasies had played out like this, but the real thing was beyond any imagined sensation he could have conjured.

	'Ughhh... thanks Coach, I feel, ah... better now' he managed to say, dazed.

	'Good!' she quipped, but as she did, she slowly raised the hand not covered in his jizz, and put it in her mouth, leaving it wet with her saliva.

	She then removed it, and put it up to his face... and pressed it into his mouth. He closed his eyes and obediently sucked on her warm moist finger, whilst she raised the hand covered in his sticky cream and put four fingers in her mouth, moaning as she sucked every last drop of it off of her skin. And there they stood for 15 seconds, moaning with her fingers in their mouths as they sucked each other's bodily fluids of her hands, their lips smacking as they greedily hoovered up each other's juices.

	At one point she swapped them, removing her fingers from her own mouth and cramming them into his mouth hole, filling his maw with most of her wet hand, whilst she took the single digit he had now coated and placed it delicately on her tongue, tasting his flavour.

	Freddie was close to squealing with delight as she gently abused him, and was trying to get the rest of her hand into his mouth as well when she gradually began removing them.

	She put her hands behind her back and pressed her body up against his, rising to her full height now so her tits mashed into his face behind her tight t-shirt.

	'I haven't forgotten about those balls you dropped' she said, the hint of a smile playing around her lips.

	'Mmmmphphhmm' said Freddie, mashing his face against her chest (and extremely erect nipples.)

	'Because guess what... you're now one hundred percent my little... dirty... bitch..' she said accenting the words so he felt them, gasping a little as he latched onto a nipple, still covered by her shirt. She liked not wearing bras.

	'Ughhhhhh shit" she moaned as he sucked on it, hoping with all his might she might take the shirt off.

	'Oh God... Fucking suck harder you slutttt, ugggghhhh'

	Her eyes were half closed as she pressed him up against the wall, feeling his hot tongue on her t-shirt, his mouth enclosing on her sensitive breast and sucking hard. Freddie was making her groan so hard that she put her hands to her t-shirt and ripped it open. The tight top was eviscerated in seconds as her toned body was revealed underneath in a flash of heated sexual desire, the rags left hanging from her athletic God-like figure.

	If he was fairly sure of her not wearing a bra before, the evidence was now conclusive as her gorgeous tits were presented in front of his face.

	Coach Matherson was breathing deeply, as Freddie stared at possibly the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his life, her nipples erect and pointed straight at him, the breasts round and beautiful. A light sheen of sweat down the centre of her bosom.

	Freddie was so entranced that he almost had to be snapped out of it by the sound of her voice.

	'Excuse me'. He did a double take and looked up at her face. She was staring at him expectantly, almost impatient, a small flash of her temper, nipples hard and nostrils flared.

	'What. The Fuck. Are you waiting for.'

	She wanted him so bad it was making her almost hungry, and he felt himself hoping he could save this moment for ever. He felt almost frozen in ecstasy. He wanted to remember this moment for ever.

	Coach Matherson said in uneven, breathy words 'I will hold you down and spank you over my knee if you don't suck the living hell out of my tits'

	That scenario sounded utterly divine, but he needed those tits as much as she needed him. He readied himself and dove onto them, frenziedly slurping and squeezing, gently nipping them between his teeth, pulling them to elicit gasps and heavy breathing from his beautiful partner.

	Coach stopped talking and just started moaning as Freddie attacked her nipples repeatedly, sliding his tongue up and down them. The smooth, wet surface was making her go crazy, and she was shoving her large buds aggressively into his mouth for him to worship them.

	The sounds of wet suction and sweaty smells were loud in the small echoing room as he made to put his hands on the front of her tight sports trousers but she grabbed them and moved them round to her bubbly ass, muscled and squeezable. Freddie did just that and squeezed as he suddenly dumped a huge gob of sticky spit on Coach's left and then sucked as hard as he possibly could, swirling his tongue frenziedly over it's covered surface.

	Coach let out a long low groan and shoved her nipple even harder into his mouth, her face a picture of pleasure as Freddie gorged on her beautiful breasts, squeezing her voluptuous ass and sucking on her hard tits. She began to work her hands back down into his underwear to feel his cock, already hard again, whilst the other slithered underneath and began fondling his balls. The warm saliva on her hands made this sensation even more intense and Freddie start mewling between Coach's tits as she squeezed and jerked his dick, her ball hand sliding around to his backside and grabbing big chunks of his ass.

	Freddie felt himself getting close again, but Coach pushed him over the edge... a single slippery finger wormed it's way up into his asshole, just as she pulled his face level with hers and said aggressively to him 'You're mine, you dirty little fucking slut'. Her tongue dove into his mouth and Freddie whined as she milked his cock and balls, her finger sliding deeper, up past the knuckle, wiggling inside his ass. Jizz fired out of the tip of his cock, covering his belly again, as the finger went deeper inside him. She started to fuck him with her finger, and pulled his face away so she could see his pained but excited expression at being violated in this way, smiling at him as she finger-fucked him.

	Freddie was melting inside, his mind doing somersaults, her eyes burning into his soul as her finger plundered his butthole. He started to push back in time with her finger to get her going deeper and her breathing quickened as his cock finished spewing but he still kept pushing back on her finger sliding in and out of him.

	She span him around and bent him over the bench on the side of the medical room and began sliding another finger in, letting him adjust to the slightly larger feeling, before picking up the pace again. Now he was feeling her motor her fingers up his ass and he was moaning as Coach's excited breathing became even deeper.

	Her other hand moved towards her crotch, before hesitating. She slowed her finger fucking of Freddie which had been making his entire body constrict with pleasure, and gradually withdrew her hand from his asshole. Freddie moaned as he lost that utterly dominated feeling he'd never realised he needed.

	Coach was breathing heavily, sweat covering her brow and tits as she picked Freddie up from his kneeling position over the bench.

	'God I love this... but... I've got to do my job now, and train this team... '

	She gave a sharp *SPANK* to Freddie's naked derrire, and he jumped and moaned softly.

	'... but smell my tits one last time so you don't forget... who's your Mommy' she breathed harshly, pushing up against him and wiping her chest over his face back and forth, before pinning him between her tits and the wall.

	Freddie inhaled deeply, sniffing her odour that was sweaty, perfumed slightly as well, and mixed with the smells of nature, grass, and being outdoors. It was intoxicating.

	He groaned and felt his cock beginning to stir once more, when suddenly she pulled back and gave him a short slap around the face, holding his chin firmly so he was looking at her.

	'You get another erection and I'll get real on your ass, Bitch' she warned, grinning.

	Freddie closed his eyes and tried not to think about how much his mind was thinking slutty thoughts involving what she was going to do with him.

	She giggled a little as she saw his eyes screwed shut, obediently trying to think un-sexy thoughts despite the fact that his cock was slowly getting harder again. She softened her grip and ran her hand over his face slowly, covering one side of it with her large palm and fingers, teasing his lips, before tweaking him and pulling back with her thumb in between her fingers.

	'Got your nose... bitch' she smiled.

	Freddie looked at her and couldn't believe this amazing girl was playing with him, after owning him so hard and making him want it so bad.

	Coach smirked at him as she pulled out a spare T-shirt to replace her tattered one which she placed carefully into her bag.

	She strode over to the sink and started washing her hands.

	She was still grinning slightly as she spoke: 'Now stay here and work on that injury' she said, in a fake concerned tone. 'And if you haven't brought some spare underwear you can use one of mine in my side bag pocket... but I'll warn you, it's not exactly made with you in mind... I'd say keep it in your bag though just in case you need it next time'

	She winked again at him and then she was striding out of the door, onto the field. He listened as she began barking instructions, organising the team into their next drill.

	Freddie's let out a long slow breath. That was the single most amazing sexual experience of his life. He slowed himself down as he tried to stand up, his pants squelching as he moved. Ugh. He stripped off and washed, coming out with a towel to get his spare trackies on, before he remembered Coach's offer. He looked over at her bag. Big, strong, sleek. Just like her. Freddie unzipped the side pocket and looked in.

	There was only one pair of underwear inside, next to the ripped-up shirt and some trousers... a large black laced thong.

	He felt the material. Soft, satin. delicate. He took it out and caught a whiff of perfume... and what must have been her scent. It smelt slightly... tangy. Her buried his nose in it and breathed in deeply. He'd cum twice today but already his mind was doing somersaults again. He remembered what she had said... 'Keep it in your bag anyway... '. She wanted him to have it. Not that he could have worn them anyway... they were pretty damn big for him luckily!

	Freddie savoured her smells before slipping the underwear into his bag, pulled on his trackies, and (after letting his erection retreat) ran back outside to join in the next exercise

	For the rest of the sessions he was horrendous.

	He still went home with the biggest smile he could possibly have had on his face. And as he was walking he checked his messages... one received.

	'I'm giving your nose back, Thursday. Fix your flat tyre and pick me up at 10 after the game.'

	Freddie smiled. This woman was amazing.

	The phone buzzed again.

	'P.S. sniff my underwear hard if you find your injury playing up.'

	
- Chapter 2 - Freddie gets anally massaged by his shemale coach

- Thursday evening.

	Game day. The light was fading and Freddie was getting ready. But more importantly, his... date?... with his coach. Coach Matherson. Just the name sent shivers of desire up Freddie's spine.

	His hands fumbled as he finished lacing up his worn cleats and tried to focus himself. Eyes on the ball. Focus. He needed to be sharp. But her beautiful, intense gaze swam into view and he found himself wondering what it would be like again to be forcibly taken by her... held down and roughly made out with, getting bitten on the neck...

	Stop it. Freddie shook his head. Surely she wouldn't want him being such a pussy? And besides, these were unhelpful thoughts. Focus on the match. THEN the date... or whatever it was they were doing. He wasn't sure. In fact she hadn't texted since that training session, despite the messages he had sent back.

	He looked at his chest of drawers in his small bedroom where he kept her underwear hidden, folded under his own. He'd sniffed them every night. He had even sent a message back to Coach, saying he liked the smells, and would love to see her wearing them... but immediately felt like a fool when he got no response that day. Or the day after.

	Maybe she didn't want a response. Maybe that was just her teasing him. Maybe she was embarrassed that she'd even done anything with him, and she just wanted him to not turn up... Damn it, his head was doing circles, he needed to FOCUS!

	Freddie glanced at his clock... 6.10pm?! Oh shit, 20 minutes! Freddie dashed out of his room, flying past his shared flatmates in the living room and slammed the door, off down the hallway. Where was the car, where was the car... SHIT. Freddie hadn't fixed his flat tyre. And he had 18 minutes! He ran over to the bus stop... Ah! Just as one was pulling up... He hopped on board and squeezed himself in beside an old lady, apologizing when he accidentally trod on some of her shopping.

	He reckoned he would make it, and traffic seemed okay after rush hour. The trip seemed to take forever but somehow he was there in just over 10 minutes. He jumped out of the bus and flew down the road... 5 minutes; his feet hurt. He shouldn't have worn cleats before the game... 3 minutes, he could see the front entrance...

	Freddie barrelled into the park, wheezing a bit as he managed to survey the familiar scene. Teams warming up under the lights, Umpire setting the game up. People in the tiny stands getting ready to watch their friends and family.

	He jogged over as best he could to his team, grabbing a jersey, and began stretching with the team. He looked for Coach Matherson, but she was in the away dugout with the opposition coach, discussing things. Even to a fellow sportsperson, she made them look ordinary, and the opposition coach was not exactly an out of shape guy. But her confident body language and strong demeanour always gave the impression that she was in control. The other coach looked like a human being standing next to a goddess. A goddess with a baseball cap and a West Springfield insignia on her tight team T-shirt. (The West Springfield insignia had a wildcat on the front surrounded by stars. Not a bad look for an amateur team.)

	He finished off his stretches as the umpire got the captains to toss. Small chants of, "we love you wildcats!" could be heard as Kevin, their team captain, shook hands with his opposite number and ran back to his team. They'd be batting first.

	Freddie felt the familiar worms in his stomach. That means he'd be up soon. He wasn't one of their starting main batters, but he was close behind in the order. A great hitter on his day, sometimes he could win them a game with his accuracy and ability to steal bases. Consistency however, wasn't his strength, and at times he had lost his focus in important games and moments.

	But today would be different

	He felt like he was in control. His eyes glancing briefly to his coach who was now chatting with the umpire, her legs clad in what seemed to be sporting yoga-pants. He shook his head. "Focus... he muttered to himself.

	He took his place in the dugout, between Terry and Dean. Dean smiled as he sat down.

	"So Freddie... does last Sunday's performance in training mean your official nickname is 'Little Bitch' now?" he snickered, as did many of the others in the team.

	"Fuck" thought Freddie. He had hoped they wouldn't remember Coach's little wager with him for being late. God knows what they would think if they had seen them in the clubhouse.

	Terry leaned over him and hissed, "Fuck you Dean, you're just jealous because you wish Coach would pay you any attention at all, limp dick!"

	Dean grinned back but slightly less jovial then before, his team-mate's sudden language filled tirade (a particular trait of hers that friends like Freddie enjoyed) catching him off guard.

	Freddie smiled at her. "Thanks noob"

	Terry laughed and punched him on the arm. "No problem-o bitch"

	Freddie sighed. It was definitely catching on...

	"Alright people! Let's have a good game, and play to win!" Coach Matherson's voice cut across the conversations in the dugout, making everyone sit a little straighter. Freddie was caught up in her strong, charismatic aura, her foot planted firmly on the bench and her hands on her hips as she spoke.

	"Kevin... you're up!"

	The young man next to her in the dugout nodded and stood up.

	Kevin was the best batsman in the team, and also team captain. He also happened to be solid, dependable, and an all round good person to have on your side. Walking calmly from the dugout, he took his position opposite the pitcher, who was also the opposing team's captain. The small crowd showed their appreciation for him. They were anticipating a good show, as he almost always made a decent score. Reliable, formidable, and a great captain; Kevin was one of their lynchpins.

	First pitch... missed. The small crowd hollered in excitement. Nothing to worry about.

	Second pitch... missed. The crowd still noisy, but there was a slight edge to that enthusiasm.

	Third pitch... spooned. The ball travelled high, right above the opposition pitcher, the other team's captain. He caught it nonchalantly, smiling as he did so.

	The stands, full of families and local friends, groaned. Kevin gripped his bat in frustration and made his way back to the dugout to polite applause. Terry up next.

	"You got this," said Freddie, punching her lightly on the shoulder.

	"Always!" she replied, winking at him as she got up.

	She took her place and put a few practice swings in before settling into her pose. She was ready.

	The pitch came in. Terry slammed it low, but one the of the fielders put a brilliant dive in to prevent it running away. She reached first base and realised it wasn't worth risking second. Not great. They were under pressure.

	And then Dean walked up to the plate. Pitch, THWACK... and the ball sailed into the waiting hands of a fielder. The crowd groaned. Dean looked dumbstruck. They were in trouble. And Freddie was next.

	Freddie needed a hit for his team to get points on the board in their first innings. He had been so engrossed in the game that he hadn't noticed Coach Matherson walking over to him.

	"Get out there and show them what you've got," she said, her stare intense and serious.

	He smiled at her but she walked away. Freddie's smile dropped as he realised that right now she was in no mood for games, although he was unable to take his eyes of her swaying ass as she walked back down the dugout.

	He breathed out slowly and turned his head, making his way to the pitch.

	Shouts of "come on Freddie!" were coming from some members of the crowd; who were starting to worry that this could be a horrendous afternoon for their team if someone didn't put a score in their first innings.

	Freddie got in position and rolled his wrists a few times before crouching slightly into his familiar batting pose. He looked over at the opposition's captain, who was smirking slightly as he readied himself.

	Pitch. A blur. THWACK. The ball hit the gloves behind him and he realised this guy was good. Hard to make a softball go that fast.

	The ball went back and the pitcher readied himself.

	Freddie rolled his wrists again and focused. He could do this.

	His eyes flicked to the bench. There she was, emotionless.

	He looked back in time to see the blur as the ball thwacked into the keeper's gloves again.

	Freddie cursed himself and straightened up, breathing deeply as he shut out the crowd's nervous groans. He looked back. The Pitcher was sniggering slightly.

	Freddie's lips tightened together and he placed both feet hard in position and rolled his wrists as the ball was put back to their captain. He threw the ball up a few times before turning... and firing in a fast low pitch.

	THWACK!

	Was the sound of Freddie's bat connecting like a thunderbolt to the ball, which was smacked straight back over the head of the pitcher. The crowd cheered as he began to run, his bench urging him on. Terry was already at second base as Freddie kept his head down, glancing only to see how far he'd hit. It was good, between two fielders, and he reckoned he could get the home run. He flew past second, trying not to spend any time looking at whether they had the ball yet. Third now, he looked over his left shoulder... the ball was in the hands of the pitcher! He was already past now and he watched agonizingly as the ball flew towards 4th base, and he realized he was going to lose this innings. "God what will Coach think now!" he thought, as he watched the ball fly in slow motion into the hands of the keeper... who, unbelievably, fumbled it.

	Freddie flew across the base as the opposite team went from celebrating to gobsmacked to remonstrated angrily at their unfortunate keeper, whose head went down as the wildcats team cheered. Freddie slowed himself down, elated at having his second home run of the season.

	He smiled as he came back, and looked up at Coach Matherson at the entrance to the dugouts. She looked at him without reaction, pausing only to turn to the rest of the bench and call up Stacey to the pitch. His smile dropped as he walked past, before being surrounded by his team-mates congratulating him. He managed to laugh as they shook him. He'd got them back in it!

	The game continued, and with the momentum behind them, they began accruing runs, edging the first 2 innings but getting pegged back in the 3rd. And Coach Matherson was still acting like he didn't exist, even when he contributed well to the team. Her behaviour was beginning to irk him, despite him having no real grounds to feel that way. Maybe she regretted what had happened back in training. He brought his mind back to events on the pitch, which were approaching the final moments.

	The last innings. The points were close... 10-9 to the West-Springfield wildcats. But the opposition still had a batter left to get out, and it was none other than the captain up next, the self-assured pitcher... a decent batsman, but not as formidable as the other side of his game.

	Freddie was positioned in the outfield, as an okay catcher, but usually not needed when they had better natural catchers in the team. He watched as the first strike went in. Good. They were almost there.

	Another glance at the bench to the Coach. She was focused on the pitcher, and hadn't noticed him watching. Damn she looked incredible.

	Dean threw a curveball... and the batsman hammered it. God he loved it when she flicked her hair out of her face. Up and away. Ugh those sports yoga pants. Right for where Freddie was fielding... Oh shit.

	He snapped back to the game and began back-tracking as he tried to place it's trajectory... it was going to land too far past him! He began to sprint, and launched himself up high and back, his glove high in the air.

	He stretched.

	Time slowed.

	And the ball fell just inside his outstretched palm and he clenched it as he fell, hitting the deck hard on his back which made him cry out in pain.

	But he had it. He had made the catch, the ball nestling in his glove. He lay there gasping. His back was aching hard, but they had won. His team were sprinting over to him, screaming and shouting to celebrate, and he laughed as they came down to congratulate him, wincing as they tried to pull him up before realising he was injured.

	And then Coach was there. Stood tall, staring, still expressionless. He felt a pang of annoyance at her lack of enthusiasm. Did she even care that he had won them the game?

	"Good catch Freddie... now what's the problem."

	Freddie winced again. "My back... it's my back."

	She raised an eyebrow before speaking. "Kevin, take him to one of the masseuses at the sports centre, probably a back spasm or muscle tension."

	And with that she was gone, marching over to the opposition dugout, probably to shake hands with the opposition coach as she always did straight after a game. Kevin looked over at her as she walked away. "Huh, she didn't even smile and we just won!" he said confused.

	He turned back to Freddie. "Don't sweat it man, you did great." He grinned as the rest of the team agreed with him. "Now let's get our coach's little bitch a back rub!" The team cheered, laughing at the use of his new nickname from the previous training session. Freddie's face went red and he was about to get annoyed but the team were still cheering as Kevin and Terry helped him up onto their shoulders despite his aching protests and began carrying him over to the sports centre in a walk of victory as dusk settled.

	MEANWHILE

	Coach Matherson cursed as she busied herself with packing the equipment away.

	She was getting distracted. Every time she watched the field her eyes couldn't help but flick to him. His delicate features, his cute little butt... God she was going insane.

	A bat left on the floor received a particularly harsh storage as she slammed it into the cupboard with the others.

	He would never like a woman like her. No-one would like a woman like her. Water came to her eyes but she wiped them away and her expression became unreadable once more. She was stronger than that. She didn't need anyone.

	She looked back out onto the field to see Freddie being helped towards the sports centre by her players, who were chanting and cheering. She wished she could think about sport right now.

	But this boy had driven her wild. She had been completely unprofessional... she had nearly raped the boy in the clubhouse... even if he had enjoyed it, she noted. She had taken advantage of her position, and her powerful hold over him. It had taken serious self control to avoid ripping his pants off and taking him on the medical table.

	But he had been erect because of her... She could see it every time she flattered him, or touched him... he would almost be ready to pop! And she was just his coach... he was still a full grown 23-year old man, and she was a 32-year old full grown woman (with a bit more growth besides). They were consenting adults, there was nothing in an Amateur league that said she COULDN'T have sexual relations with a member of her team...

	She threw the last of the gear roughly into the store-room and locked it.

	A sigh escaped her, and her eyes travelled down, feeling the urge to release her hidden desires. Her hand snaked her way into her pants and inside her thigh and she groaned as she released the beast tucked out of sight. Her boxers filled as a bulge appeared in her crotch, and she rubbed the material, feeling the heat from the thing inside it, thinking about all the things she could do with Freddie's body and her steadily growing organ.

	She needed release...

	Jane looked in the mirror at the toned calves, supple thighs... and boxers, tightly clinging to the massive shape trying to escape.

	She smiled as she took in the sight. She loved her body. It made her feel good. But others didn't share the same excitement when she showed them how SHE preferred to use it. She wanted to be dominant... use her assets on a sexy, beautiful, submissive man. But it wasn't something that had really worked out well so far relationships-wise... ever.

	She glumly kicked a softball into the cupboard, nearly taking out an old framed clubhouse photo in the process. She hadn't felt this excited about a man in months... or was it years? Ah what did it matter, she thought... he would never like her once he saw who she really was. What she really was...

	She stared at herself in the mirror and sniffed, hands on hips.

	She knew she was beautiful. She thought she deserved a man to make her happy on her terms.

	Just one. Just one was all she needed.

	But it will just be the same as before with Freddie. She could already see them getting scared away all over again. Her mind wandered as she her brain began to cycle through the small moments spent with him. He was reserved perhaps, but quietly handsome... capable of skill on the field if he pulled his finger out, brave when he needed to be, and would rise to a challenge given time. He had displayed so many of those qualities today. Not to mention his fine, fine ass...

	Despite herself she bit her lip softly as she remembered staring at his derrier like an eagle as he had made his way up from the dugout. My God, she had needed to mentally chastise herself to prevent her from spanking his butt like the coaches from the movies... although if she had then everyone would want a fucking spank. She would probably have had them and half the opposition bench lining up for her one by one.

	She decided to check on Freddie, but to say in no uncertain terms that nothing sexual would be happening between them. It was only a road to nowhere, and she'd gone down it too many times to expect a different outcome.

	A vivid memory came up of her fingering him hard in the medical room, Freddie mewling as she finger-fucked his asshole. Coach shivered in pleasure.

	Pushing it aside and steeling herself, she left the clubhouse and headed over to the sports centre.

	MEANWHILE

	Kevin and Terry finally took Freddie off their shoulders, having carried him all the way from the pitch to the sports centre via the club-house to drop his equipment off.

	Elated, he breathed a few times to collect himself on the come-down from the game.

	"Thanks guys... today's been awesome, and you guys were great...

	The team nodded in appreciation, smiles all round.

	"But... I think I'll be able to get up the stairs okay," he said gently.

	Kevin laughed at the words. "Haha, fair enough buddy. Good job today."

	The team gave a smattering of applause and hearty agreements.

	"Right chaps, let's get the warm down sorted!" he said as they began to move back to the club house. Freddie knew exactly what sort of warm down he was talking about. A healthy number of beers at the nearest bar most likely.

	Terry remained, and slapped him on the shoulder which made him wince a bit.

	"You da man Fred!" she said, before leaning in close and whispering: "Little Bitch."

	She grinned like a maniac as she jogged off to join the others. Fred hadn't managed a comeback and sighed, thinking he'd have to do so at some point if he wanted the next few months to not be extremely damaging for his self-esteem.

	He moved up the stairs gingerly, but the back seemed okay. Coach was probably right, just a spasm, hopefully some physio would do the trick. Thank God that's included in their monthly sports centre membership. He walked into the massage space, which seemed pretty quiet, and up to the small reception which housed a small girl with mousey red hair behind it.

	"Hey Tammy, is Paris the masseuse in?" Paris was the junior masseuse there, very thorough in her job; She was nice to chat to and close in age to him, although shy at first. But she always gave a good pro massage, which was what he needed right now.

	"Urrm, yes she is! She's just doing a few tasks in the gym right now but I'll send her up," said Tammy.

	By tasks he thought that might mean helping Johnny the gym coach 'warm down' in a broom closet.

	He walked up to the massage parlour and opened the door to one of the comfortable, intimate massage booths. The place was incredible, but chronically underused. He began to take his shirt off when Coach Matherson walked in.

	"Uh hey... hi coach."

	"Freddie," she said, matter-of-factly. "How are you feeling."

	"Well okay. Better perhaps if you were actually happy I won the game for the team," he said, unable to keep some of the bitterness at being ignored by her from coming out.

	Coach Matherson smiled softly. "Oh you mean the catch at the end that you made an almighty meal of... and nearly pulled your back attempting a giant leap, despite the fact you should have been moving earlier and underneath it already?"

	Freddie's face turned red. "Well what about the home run?" he retorted defiantly.

	Coach Matherson snorted. "You got lucky with the home run. If they put a seven-year old who could actually catch in for their keeper you'd have lost us the first innings on a stupid bid for glory."

	Freddie was getting angry. She made it sound like he'd played a terrible game. A novice's game... which was potentially true.

	"Look, say what you want but god damn you've ignored me all day, a little appreciation might be a nice change!" shouted Freddie.

	He immediately regretted it as Coach Matherson didn't respond, and he thought she might get mad. What she did say surprised him.

	"I'm sorry for not being more supportive of you today."

	This caught Freddie cold, and he looked at her stunned. Backtracking wasn't really her... thing.

	She stared at the wall as she continued.

	"But I know that you have had far better games than that, and I hold you to a very high standard. You know that deep down."

	Freddie's heart sank. He'd got angry and sworn at her... because she wanted to see the best from him. Because she cared.

	He realised she had come in not aiming to land more cold critique, but to try and talk to him. He walked over to her and looked up at her, the height difference becoming more noticeable as he tried to apologise.

	"I'm glad you're our coach," he said, breaking into a small smile.

	She smiled slightly at that and it gave him hope.

	"Thanks Freddie... I also want you to know that what happened in the medical room...

	Freddie's heart skipped a beat.

	"... It won't happen again. It was unprofessional, and I apologise."

	Freddie tried his best to mask his disappointment. "Oh um, sure, no worries. It's all cool."

	He winced inwardly at his lack of tact or anything approaching smooth talk.

	Coach was pretending it didn't hurt to say... and now she felt unease at the way she had broken it to him.

	A few seconds of uncomfortable silence passed as they looked at one another.

	Coach cleared her throat awkwardly and looked away from Freddie to avoid his enchanting gaze.

	"Well um... I believe you called for a massage... she said, looking around the room.

	Freddie nodded silently.

	"And seeing as that damned girl is never here I guess I'll need to step in."

	Oh wow, Freddie thought. He felt his shorts start to tent again as she walked over to the assorted creams and oils.

	She glanced over at him as she surveyed her tools.

	Inside her head, Coach Matherson was screaming at herself for suggesting to be his masseuse for the evening. "What were you THINKING?! You just had everything nice and professional, and then you put temptation squarely in your path! You must be a complete idiot to actually do this Jane...

	But the words had come out and in trying to be nice to him she had landed right in the place she had planned to avoid, despite her supposedly professional intentions.

	"Well, what are you waiting for," she said in a clipped tone as she tried to reel her slowly unwinding imagination in, gesturing to the clothes peg.

	He stood there waiting until he realised she wanted him to take his shirt off.

	He removed it and then put his hands on his sports trousers and looked at her questioningly. Freddie knew she hadn't asked him... but he was hoping she'd want him to.

	Coach stared as he did so. Don't do it, she thought.

	She almost managed to convince herself.

	"You may... .remove them as well. Might as well do a proper job," she said quickly.

	And with that she turned to the massage creams and ointments, cursing her lack of self control whilst Freddie stripped and got on the table, trying to comfortably lie down whilst not squashing his utterly hard cock. He quickly put a towel over his backside leaving his back and legs bare, and put his face down into the massage table hole.

	Coach Matherson meanwhile was desperately trying to regain control of her raging hormones. She could feel the beast stirring.

	Don't think about oiling him up, don't think about his beautiful ass, don't think about oiling up his entire body...

	Her crotch began to bulge out.

	She grabbed some oils and began squeezing them onto her palms, rubbing them together to make it warm. Her mouth started to salivate as the dirty images of Freddie became fixated in her mind, and she found herself rubbing her hands and imagining what they would feeling like caressing Freddie's naked body...

	Coach coughed and with a huge effort tried to push the images out of her mind, moving back from the oils.

	She turned to look properly at him and almost immediately felt a hot flush as she took in the sight of the almost naked Freddie lying face-down, expecting her to massage him.

	The bulge became an unmistakeable swell that ran down the inside of her trouser leg, a meaty sausage that was positively trying to burst clean through Coach's tight clothes.

	She padded slowly towards him, like a lioness getting closer to her prey. Lifting a warm towel slowly off the rack, she gently placed it on top of his head to relax him, muffling his hearing and cutting off his vision.

	She stared at the young man lying prostrate in front of her half-naked, let out a deep breath, and began the massage.

	Freddie could have sworn he heard a soft groan escape Coach Matherson's lips, as her hands were placed gently onto his back, spreading warm liquid over him. Coach definitely heard a groan come from Freddie as soon as she squeezed his back and began gently kneading the knots and muscles.

	He felt her strong hands pushed lightly against his skin, and the warm oil spreading slowly across his exposed body making him shiver with pleasure. Coach gradually started to increase the pressure as Freddie's body relaxed, focusing on tight areas and loosening the muscles. It felt entrancing, her every touch sending Freddie into a dream, and each time she pressed her hands against his body her bulge throbbed.

	Coach became aware she was salivating, and that there was liquid leaking out of the bulge in her tight trousers... oh God. She had a large amount to spare, and she knew if she kept her fitness yoga pants on she was going to have to walk out of the sports centre with very suspicious marks on them.

	Thinking in advance she checked that Freddie was completely face down, and whipped her trousers down around her ankles, and threw them off. Her boxers were in full view, straining to contain the anaconda inside, and failing, as a few inches of her cock had popped out of one leg. She felt the spurt of pre-cum rather than saw it, and, panicking, put her cupped hands to it, a few large spurts of white gloopy liquid landed in them, leaving them covered.

	"Is anything wrong?" said Freddie, stirring slightly at the pause in the massage.

	Coach froze in horror, and saw his head begin to move... Think!

	"Uhmm, No!... Just ah... trying some new natural creams!"

	Immediately she pressed her hands on his back, and began to rub the warm sticky ooze onto his skin.

	"Nothing wrong, Freddie," she said quickly.

	Freddie stopped stirring, and as he felt the warm 'massage oils' on his back once more, he began to relax. In fact, these new creams felt warmer which was enjoyable.

	"Mmm, this new cream feels wonderful," he murmured.

	Coach Matherson's tension released slightly at his enjoyment.

	"Oh is that so?" she offered carefully.

	"Mmmm, absolutely...

	Coach Matherson relaxed further and began to spread her warm cum over Freddie's back, spreading her fingers and letting the feelings of intimacy increase the flames of her desires as some of her cum trickled over his shoulder.

	Freddie felt it and sniffed the air. It was tangy but not unpleasant.

	"Mmm, smells good enough to taste," he sighed, still face down.

	"Oh?" said Coach Matherson, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to keep her voice steady.

	She could sense the small voice in her head screaming at her, but Freddie's almost completely naked body was blocking it out, intoxicating in front of her

	"Well it is natural and safe... you can taste some if you like?"

	The question hang in the air, Coach Matherson's entire body tense with anticipation.

	"Ummm... yeah, sure," said Freddie, noticing that Coach Matherson's breathing was getting heavier.

	She reached down and swiped a glob of pre-cum off the warm tip of her swinging cock, and delicately brought it underneath the towel covering Freddie's face to his lips.

	She felt wet lips encase her finger and suck, and ushered a small sigh of pleasure as his tongue licked her cum-covered finger clean.

	"Mmmmhh," he hummed with the slender finger in his mouth, letting Coach work it in and out of his warm lips.

	Coach Matherson's eyes were half closed as she withdraw her hand from under the towel, before letting out a long slow breath.

	"I can give you some more if you like...

	Freddie hummed contentedly.

	"Mmmm sure thing."

	"Wonderful.." Coach Matherson breathed softly, taking a large gloop from his back, this time with two fingers, and working her fingers under the towel and up to his mouth.

	Freddie smelt the tangy cream under his nose and opened his lips, delighted as he felt her fingers push their way into his mouth, and began sucking noisily on them.

	Coach was rubbing her huge bulge as Freddie, unbeknownst to himself, gorged on her jizz, greedily swallowing every last drop.

	She stopped rubbing the huge swell in her shorts and ran her hands from the top of his back all the way down to his feet, past the towel covering his rear, which she slowly slid under, to rest just under his buttocks.

	Freddie tensed a little at this sudden incursion, unexpected.

	Coach felt it and moved back to massaging his upper thighs and down to his feet, all the while trying to control her breath and her imagination before it ran wild.

	Freddie began to relax again, and enjoyed her large, strong hands gripping his legs hard, working them.

	For a few minutes the only sound was the squelch of oils and jizz mixed together on Freddie's thighs and legs, and his occasional moans of pleasure. Coach worked down to the thighs, and then up to his buttocks again, still stopping just under the towel covering him. She tutted slightly, which Freddie responded to shyly.

	"You could... you could take it off if you want. I don't mind...

	Coach could feel her eyes popping as her womanhood throbbed against her boxer shorts.

	"If it's getting in your way, I mean...

	Freddie fell quiet . Perhaps he'd gone a little far...

	He felt her hand on the towel, as it slowly, delicately, slid off of his buttocks, exposing his ass. The room was quiet as both the participants drank in the possibilities.

	Freddie let out a long slow breath. The tension in the room was palpable as he felt two large hands begin to slowly squeeze his cheeks, kneading them and spreading the thick warm cream over it.

	Coach was squeezing her cock against the side of the padded massage table, feeling every throb as the sole focus of this young man's exposed buttocks dominated her vision.

	She felt more pre-cum building up and scooped it from the swollen, angry head of her cock as it gently spurted out, lathering his backside with it. Her heart was beating like a drum, and she cooed softly as a sticky finger slipped between his crack and brushed past his little flower.

	Freddie moaned softly as he felt it. He knew he wanted her inside him again. He had needed this... ever since the clubhouse.

	Coach Matherson's chest rose and fell as she begrudgingly continued the finger down his crack, close to where Freddie's balls were, before moving down his thigh. She could almost feel the disappointment in him as she moved away from her 'mistake'.

	Her hands worked his thighs for a while, before moving back up, and a finger slipped again, sliding up to press slightly harder on his butthole.

	Freddie moaned again, almost trying to squeeze his butt cheeks to keep her finger on his anus.

	Coach Matherson felt this and couldn't control herself, lips trembling as she slowly applied more pressure the lone finger, still covered in her jizz as it pressed against his entrance.

	A sticky, barely audible 'pop' sound escaped his asshole, as her finger entered him.

	Freddie gasped as he felt it, and Coach Matherson couldn't quite stifle a moan as her other hand began to slide her boxers down to the floor, revealing her full, monster cock, thick and totally hard. She began to stroke it, hoping that Freddie's head towel (currently the only thing covering his naked body) would muffle the sound.

	Freddie was still breathing hard as her lone finger slid further inside him. He grimaced but he tried to relax, letting her work it to the knuckle, before sliding out.

	She repeated this movement, her other hand quietly jacking her pole as she gently finger-fucked him.

	Freddie began slowly pushing his ass back to meet her as she slid delicately in and out. He wasn't concealing the fact that he was starting to enjoy her inside him. Coach was baring her teeth in sexual lust at the boy under her; a second finger now worming it's way inside him as she let go of her cock with her other hand and gave his ass a short sharp *SPANK!*

	Freddie let out a lady-like mewl and moved a hand to take the towel off his face so he could see more, but Coach used her free hand to grip his hand firmly to his side so that he knew... no peeking.

	Her free hand began kneading his butt cheeks, spanking him again which cause a shiver of pleasure to run through his body, before grabbing the back of his neck and squeezing it in a show of dominance, all whilst she smoothly continued her finger-fucking of his ass. Freddie's breathing was heavy and his heart was pounding as he took her invasive actions with delight.

	"Freddie... I'm going to do a special massage for you now," she said as his ring squeezed the fingers trying to push deeper inside him, her voice laced with anticipation.

	Freddie was like a bitch in heat now, he would do anything for the beautiful, controlling woman finger-fucking his ass, tantalisingly close, but just out of reach.

	"Sure Coach... anything... he whined.

	She heard that small voice inside of her head pleading with her not to do this, not to take him. But it was a voice drowned out by the totally sexy, oiled up naked offering in front of her.

	Coach Matherson's heart was beating fast as she prepared herself.

	"Freddie... call me Jane."

	She gathered some more pre-cum as it gently oozed out of her cock (now swinging freely in front of her), and rubbed it up and down the shaft, covering it completely in a shiny coating of jizz.

	"Now this may feel weird, but I'm going to go slow, okay?"

	As she did this, she put two hands on the table and lifted herself until she was sitting on Freddie's thighs, cock hovering tantalisingly over his backside.

	Freddie smiled underneath the towel ready for anything, and everything, this perfect woman could throw at him.

	"yes, Miss Matherson."

	Coach Matherson settled most of her weight onto his legs, slowly removing her tight t-shirt, revealing her perfect breasts, nipples hard and pointed.

	"Remember... call me Jane... bitch," she breathed.

	His cock, which was rock hard against the table, twitched at her display of dominance.

	"Yes Mi... Jane," he said sheepishly.

	His body was now tense with anticipation, expecting her to begin finger fucking him again at any second. He didn't suspect for a second that she was currently covering her huge penis in pre-cum, hovering it over his naked exposed rear.

	Coach Matherson flexed her weapon, bobbing it up and down just above his ass. This was the most beautiful sight of her life.

	"Let's try this... she said silkily.

	She aimed the angry head of her cock towards Freddie's asshole... and pressed.

	"OHHhhh.. jees... exclaimed Freddie as he felt her pressing something MUCH larger against his hole. It didn't feel like fingers but it was still warm and wet, which was wierd.

	"Oooohhhh... M-Miss Matherson... he whispered, hands gripping tight to the massage table as the large... thing probe at his entrance again. "That's so... big... !"

	The hard object was pressing hard into his rosebud now, and he tried to move his arms back to push against her but immediately her strong hands clamped onto his, keeping them tight behind his back. Freddie slowly realised she was holding him down.

	"Holy shit... Jane... he whispered fearfully, despite the fact that his cock was a 4-inch titanium rod underneath him.

	Coach Matherson was pressed up against his entrance, and she wasn't backing down now.

	"That's it bitch," she growled smoothly. "Mummy's going to show you how to take it like a sexy girl...

	She thrust her hips forward slowly and the huge cock popped inside Freddie's asshole.

	"UUUgghhn..!"

	Freddie stifled a cry as he felt the huge intrusion into his exposed ass. He tried to pull away but Coach Matherson's muscled bodyweight had his legs pinned, and he realised with a fearful twinge that he was totally at her mercy.

	He started to cry out as he felt the huge, warm rod inside him begin to slide further.

	"Fuuuuuuck! What the fuck, oh my God... he squealed as his Coach began to gently but firmly grip his hair.

	"Shhhhhhhh," she said. She bent over him and hissed into his ear: "listen to me you fucking slut... you want the fucking receptionist to see you with a cock in your ass?... I fucking thought not.." She paused to play with his hair more gently, which made Freddie mewl softly, before gripping it tight again and pressing another few inches inside him.

	Freddie opened his mouth to cry out but Coach Matherson's large hand released his hair and instantly clamped tight over his mouth before he could do anything of the sort. Her hand was big enough to cover most of his face, and it wrapped over his mouth, nose and one eye, leaving only the other eye free to continue observing his fate.

	She blew a strand of blond hair away from her face as she paused and let herself take it all in, watching Freddie's eye wander desperately between her strong fingers from above, searching in panic for a way out of this alpha beast of a woman's hold. She felt his young body trying in vain to buck beneath her, only succeeding in rocking onto and off her penis slightly, driving her further down the path of pleasure.

	"Ohhhhhh yes... that's it cutie... oh you're such a good girl... She breathed in through her nose fiercely smelling his hair like a bunch of roses. "Mmmm such a sexy bitch," she said huskily, keeping his hands held behind his back and her cock half in, half out of his body. Such a sexy sight, she thought idly as he moaned through her fingers.

	Freddie made another mewling sound, as he felt his ass hug the huge intruder tightly... the cock. Her cock.

	His mind was exploding with frenzied emotions; too many to make sense of. His fear and pain were all mixed in with the touch of her body and the way she talked... using utterly perverted words that cut right to his core and kept his little soldier at full mast.

	Coach Matherson could sense that he was giving in... she could taste his submission on the tip of her salivating tongue. Despite this she kept herself reigned in, sitting on top of him like an upper class lady riding gently on horseback through the forest, utterly comfortable and totally relaxed, although the difference being that she was sitting with half her protruding weapon inside him.

	Fred tried to move his wrists again but her grip was like iron... physically she dominated him in every category. The worst thing was, if anyone saw this scene, he would have to live with it forever... being called 'bitch' today by his teammates had been unbearable. Imagine if they could see him now...

	Freddie moaned as her dick pulsed inside him again and he couldn't help his cock twitching once more as a subtle wave of pleasure emanated from her movements.

	She took this moment to position herself above him and collapse her legs, crushing her body against his back and skewering him with her penis, their hips glued together by her weight.

	Freddie felt like all the air had been knocked out of him, and he gasped at how huge she was inside him, how strong she was on top of him.

	"Mph..Fhghhhuckkkkkhh... he managed to mewl through the fingers in his mouth.

	Coach Matherson's body was pressed against his back, her tits crushed against his shoulder blades, her nipples hard like small cherries on his skin.

	She let out a deep juddering groan as she lay on top of him, letting him squeeze and un-squeeze his sphincter in panic, inching her closer and closer to bliss.

	She relaxed her hand from his mouth, allowing him some deep breaths, and let his arms fall to the sides of the massage table. Fred managed to get his breath back and whispered as quietly as possible as if they were in a library.

	"W..what are you doing to me Miss Matherson?" he whispered, his eyes tearing up in fear.

	Coach Matherson brought her lips to his ear.

	"This."

	She slowly, agonisingly slowly slid her monster out of him, inch by giant inch, until only the head remained.

	Fre's mouth was a perfect 'O' as he felt a huge space inside him which felt completely alien...

	"Oh and... my name is Jane," she said softly, reversing the motion.

	He whined... he whined so loud that he clamped his own hand over his mouth lest he be heard as, inch by giant inch, she slid herself all the way back into his anus, until she had buried herself once more to the hilt inside of him.

	Coach Matherson took a few seconds to let him adjust to the giant pipe throbbing to her heartbeat in his ass, as he calmed down slightly again

	"U-urm I'm just n-not ready for... this... he whispered in a terrified squeak.

	"What my darling?" Said Coach Matherson sweetly. "This?"

	She lifted her hips and withdrew her cock halfway from his body, before slowly sliding back to meet her hips with his butt cheeks.

	Freddie let out a deep, long and unbidden moan as Jane's cock found a very private, sensitive place and began to elicit the dirtiest feelings of pleasure he had ever felt.

	"Oh... Fuck... he murmered, and then realised, horrified, that he had just sounded exactly like the slutty porn girls he had seen online. His hands were gripping the massage table and he tried not to acknowledge that his dick was completely solid and leaking precum underneath him whenever she pressed herself into his defenceless body.

	"What is it Freddie... you wanted to say something?" breathed Coach Matherson; her voice catching slightly as she struggled to hold back her immense lust and continued her slow, long stroke fucking of Freddie, who was quivering underneath her.

	"Nnnnnn... nnnnnooooo... he moaned as she began to rotate her hips so that her cock was exploring his insides, vigorously.

	Freddie panted as he felt shivers of pleasure going through her body. He felt like they were one person, every movement of her body mirrored by his. This was getting too much... she was owning him...

	"It's j-just... I'm not sure if I'm... ready for this Miss Matherson...

	He looked back at her grinning and realised his mistake too late

	"NO, WAIT, I M-MEAN Jaaaaaaannnnnnnnneeee!"

	He couldn't prevent himself from performing an even louder pornstar scream as she pushed her hips forwards and sank her cock into him. Oh Jesus... he was being pleasured by a huge thick cock... and it felt incredible.

	"W-what... oh shit... Freddie was dazed and he felt his cock dribbling pre-cum; Jane grinned as she pulled him back into what he realised with humiliation was the doggystyle position.

	Fred panicked even harder at what was obviously a position she intended to buttfuck him in. His mind fled to a time at university when they had laughed after putting gay porn on as a joke. They had all cracked up at the twink whose eyes were up in his head as the big black bull pummelled his tender ass, making him scream like a little girl. Please... that couldn't be him. It just couldn't happen...

	"No... no-no-no-no J-Jane please... noooo," he cried softly.

	"Are you sure?" asked Jane coyly. "Because I could have sworn you just enjoyed that...

	He couldn't get fucked like this. He couldn't be emasculated, turned into some sort of twink bitch for his coach. He couldn't...

	She drew back like an archer releasing an arrow and snapped her hips forward to hilt herself in a micro-second inside Fred, who screamed as she ripped unwilling pleasure from his ripe, shaking body. Oh fucking God that was glorious.

	Her cock was sending waves of pleasure up his spine. His mind tried to regroup against the sensations driving him towards a towering orgasm: "Don't let her doggystyle your ass with her huge cock... Are you truly going to let her fuck you like a faggot bitch?...

	The deep hilting of her cock made his mouth open with a cry of delight as all his fears were swept aside by her milking of his prostate. She knew he was ready.

	Jane smiled as his body squirmed in barely concealed delight at their communion between dick and ass.

	She opened her mouth and spoke commandingly.

	"Who's my naughty slut... a dirty little bitch, ready to bend over for Mummy's cock?...

	A small corner of Fred's mind begged him not to say it, but his body betrayed him and he opened his moist lips, to say one word, almost begging in it's tone and desire.

	"Meeeeeeeeeee!"

	Jane's face lit up in delight, and she released her unrestrained lust and ploughed her hips into his ass, her cock slamming into his prostate, and he moaned like a bitch in heat, his arms and legs trembling under the thrust... and the wave of pleasure that rippled through his body.

	Freddie was mewling, his body still recovering... Jane's hips moved like lightning once again, burying herself inside him once more.

	This time the sound that escaped Freddie's lips was just like a young woman receiving a huge cock for the first time; the surprise, the realisation... the sensation.

	"Ooooooohhhhhhhh shit, oooooohhhhhhh God...

	Freddie's knees were weak, but he didn't want them to give in when Jane slammed into him again, pounding him violently and making him squeal, his eyes half-closed and his entire body tensed as clear liquid began to leak out of his ass. His body convulsed whilst Jane had her way with him, never slowing or relaxing her brutal, pounding rhythm which jolted his whole body with each unerring thrust.

	Her breasts jiggled and her muscles contorted as she unleashed a furious volley of thrusts, her huge bollocks slapping into Fred's meagre golf balls, producing an unseemly sound with each contact. Fred's body was bouncing off of Jane's like a pogo stick, his arms barely being used as she held his body out in front of him like a pneumatic drill to insert herself into him at speed.

	"You're going to be a big!- fat!- slut!- for my dick, every day" - she timed her words with a few big thrusts so every word was accompanied by a high-pitched squeal of delight from Freddie. He was completely subsumed by her.

	Jane loved his reactions every time she hurled her filthy insults at him and began a tarrade of abuse.

	"You'll NEVER enjoy women now... you'll be craving dick, and every time they look in your eyes, they'll know you're a FAGGOT!" she said as she bottomed out in him and let her cock throb inside him a few more times. Every time she abused him, Freddie's cock throbbed tremendously. Freddie's eyes were wide, and his mouth was open in shock... it felt so good. His knees were quivering with the build up of pleasure coursing through his body. He knew her perverted insults were true... normal women could never do this to him.

	Freddie started to scream in delight as the orgasm slammed into his body, eyes rolled up in his head as he felt Jane's organ pummelling his most sensitive, secret areas.

	Jane was not merciful as she unleashed her hulking physique, disguised by her femininity, as she committed herself wholly to driving her long, thick penis into his young tight hole, the loud *SMACKS!* of her hips against his butt cheeks echoing around the message room, as the young man's body was pummelled by her superior strength and athleticism.

	Unnoticed by the two participants, they had also drawn an observer

	Paris, the young masseuse, had just entered to check if Freddie Parsons was still waiting for his massage, and stood in shock at the doorway as she watched the local softball coach pound the living daylights out of one of the players.

	"HOLY SHIT Coach Matherson was fucking Freddie with a strapon?!?!? Freddie liked it in the ASS?!?!?!"

	Her mind was exploding as the events continued, the two participants rutting like animals as the focused only on their pleasure.

	Paris then noticed that Coach Matherson didn't have anything on her lower half... and a huge pair of smooth testicles were swinging backwards and forwards with each thrust.

	"Oh my God, Coach Matherson is packing SERIOUS HEAT! She's hung like a horse!"

	She reckoned both participants hadn't noticed her as they were both facing away from the door and too busy to notice or care about the slight girl and her frizzy hair standing in the doorway. She carefully and quietly pulled the door close and put on a 'do not disturb' sign. Horses for courses she thought, although she made a mental note to tell Freddie next time to completely close and lock the sound proofed door... it is there for a reason after all (although that reason was usually to block out gym music, not keep orgasmic anal sex screams quiet for Paris the late-night staff member.)

	Meanwhile, back inside the massage room Freddie's mouth was open, screaming like a bitch at this point, pushing his ass back against Jane as hard as he could, taking her steel erection deep, light drops of sweat dripping off her tits and onto his back as she unleashed months of sexual frustration in one furious pent up release.

	Their animal sex started to become passionate as Jane went back to slow fucking Freddie, her hands once again in his mouth... and she was taking her time; a long measured penetration, hilting him for a few seconds at a time, before slowly, agonisingly pulling out again, leaving just the head inside him. Teasing him. Taunting him.

	Every time she left a huge gap inside him; a feeling of emptiness that needed filling, Freddie would wait, tortured for her to push back into him. Each time Jane would wait, patiently, enjoying her cruel game as she watched his back arch in anticipation of her next thrust, each one a longer wait than the last.

	He started to whimper as she denied him his pleasure, and began pushing back, slowly at first, but soon faster and faster. He began to make small "Umph!" noises with each backwards thrust, until finally he was fucking himself silly on Jane's massive rod whilst she simply knelt behind him, grinning from ear to ear as she watched him bang the life out of himself. He was so into it that he almost hilted himself a few times, groaning each time he went that deep. Jane slapped his ass occasionally to give him some encouragement, and began to jerk his cock betwen her forefinger and thumb, which almost immediately exploded, a strangled scream coming from Freddie as he felt her milking him, inside and out.

	Hot tears were falling down his cheeks as his body went into overload, unable to deal with all the sensations of pleasure as she spanked him more and more, leaving red marks on his battered cheeks.

	Jane began to tremble as she felt herself reaching her own climax, and flipped Freddie over, rotating him on her cock so he was facing her, legs up on her shoulders so he could see her in all her glory.

	He saw her as she truly was in that moment... an other-wordly goddess, powerful, her hair plastered to her forehead as a soft sheen of sweat covered her body. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust, and he could just make out the gigantic cock which was sawing in and out of him, just past his own petite appendage.

	Jane was staring at him, her expression close to ecstasy, as he drank her in. She pressed herself down on top of him so they were face to face, her tits crushed into his body.

	They finally came face to face and passionately pressed their lips together, a sensual meeting of tongues and warmth, before Jane said fuck it and stuck her tongue down Fred's throat. He nearly came again just from that. She broke the deep french kiss to run her tongue up and down his cheek and chin, covering his face in saliva.

	"I bet you wanted this so bad when I pushed you around in that clubhouse," she breathed, as she slid her tongue into his ear, making him groan.

	"Yes... oh God yes... he whimpered, totally in her thrall.

	"Who's my little bitch," she breathed, her face up to his.

	"Meeee Jane... I'm your little bitch," he said in delight, tears running down his face as she slow-fucked him.

	Jane drank in his submission like the sweetest of nectars.

	"Here it comes... are you ready to be filled up with Mommy's seed?" she said passionately.

	His eyes went wide.

	"Oh my god... yes Mummy!" he said devotedly, his sheer delight driving her over the edge.

	Her whole body tensed and she let out a long euphoric cry; "OOOOOHHHHHhhhhhhh! baaaaabyyyy yeeeeaaaaasss," as she unloaded her heavy balls deep inside Freddie, who squealed as a small tsunami of hot cum deposited itself in his bowels.

	"UNNGGGHHHHHHHHH!"

	She forced him to keep eye contact, her fingers squeezing his face as she marked him as her property; Freddie in complete submission to her as she triumphantly emptied her spasming dong inside his defenceless asshole. He gasped and kissed her lips as he felt the massive pressure of her cum exploding out of his ass, coating the massage table and floor behind them.

	"Oh my fucking God... ohhhh shit... he murmered softly as Jane collapsed on top of him, spent, her short blond hair askew and her legs quivering before falling still.

	As she lay on top of Fred, she experienced euphoria. This boy was hers now. Marked, broken, property.

	"You're amazing," whispered Freddie, still looking into her eyes.

	"Obviously," she smirked as she gently caressed her hands up his chest and shoulders. "Now say it again for me."

	"Say what?" said Fred in puzzlement.

	Jane slid her hand down and squeezed his balls softly, breathing his scent in again.

	"You know what," she said.

	"I... am your bitch," he moaned. He loved the way she looked at him in that moment... intoxicated by his surrender to her. She grinned like a Cheshire cat staring at it's next meal.

	"One more time for me."

	Fred stared into her fiery blue gaze and said it softly, with all his soul.

	"I... am owned by you, Jane Matherson, your total, owned bitch. Fuck me Mummy... Fuck me deep."

	Jane purred and arched back, content at his heartfelt response. She noticed that he had become rock hard again and smirked as he began to squeeze her rapidly re-growing weapon inside him with his asshole. This massage wasn't over.

	Later...

	Jane and Fred walked out of the massage room having spent the last 10 minutes trying to make the scene less of a playboy mansion orgy sauna and more of the mood room it was intended to be. At least most of the cum had been washed away.

	"So... uh," Fred began, sheepishly as they closed the door behind them. "I need to ask one thing... you're not making me into a girl or anything are you?"

	Jane's grin couldn't have been wiped off by a hundred softball defeats in that moment.

	"Only if you want it to happen."

	Fred smiled as well. "Then I politely decline."

	Jane put her arm around his shoulder and she smiled contendedly as she firmly led him out towards the front desk.

	"I'm still fucking that sweet ass though," said Jane, giving Fred's tender butt a sharp slap which made him yelp. He smiled as she pulled him closer and took him to the exit. Their hair looked like they had just survived a jungle expedition and Fred was struggling to walk straight which Jane was trying hard and completely failing to not laugh at.

	They had almost made it out when they heard a small noise coming from behind the desk and turned to see Paris sitting behind her computer, staring at them. Jane dropped her arm from Fred's shoulder and he moved away like it was a completely natural reaction to just stand a metre away from the person you were walking out arm in arm with. Jane stumbled for a second as she found the words. 'Oh hi Paris... urm, how long have you been here?'

	Paris bit her lip, and let out a long sigh.

	"Ooooooooo about... thirty minutes."

	She continued to stare awkwardly at them, fidgeting with the post-it notes on the desk in front of her and adjusting her seat.

	Mild panic hit both Jane and Fred. She'd just fucked him like a wild beast and she had been 10 metres away from them the whole time. She must have heard something?!

	"Oh right... did you um... hear much from outside?... said Jane, her hand squeezing her own hip a little tighter. If they had been heard... word spread like wildfire in a town like this, and that didn't bare thinking about! Not a massive stretch to know that Coach of the year awards generally aren't given to trainers who give private fingering lessons to their centre fielder followed by butt-sex and a cream-pie.

	"Oh uh... well nothing really, those rooms are soundproofed, because of the g.. um, the gym." She tripped over her words and adjusted her seat again.

	Jane looked at her. Paris didn't seem comfortable at all, her face was red and she was stumbling over her words. Maybe she is just surprised that they were walking out together like this... it did look a little odd, she reasoned.

	"Well.. ah... good night Paris... enjoy your evening," said Jane, and she quickly power walked out of the hall immediately, leaving Fred to waddle after her to catch up.

	Paris smiled at them until the automatic door had closed behind them at which point she let out a huge moan and collapsed into her chair.

	"OOOOHhhhhhhhh fuck me... Johnny you asshole!" she moaned as Johnny the gym instructor's head appeared from underneath the desk. Thank God the desk had enough room for 3 receptionists or he would never have been able to hide under it otherwise. He smiled, panting, his face covered in her pussy juices as he slid out his fingers from inside her and rubbed her thighs.

	"So wait, they were having sex in our workplace? How unprofessional," he said as he picked what might have been a pubic hair from his teeth.

	"Not just sex Johnny... like, she had a fucking DICK in his ass!" she exclaimed.

	"Wow, what a great idea!" he grinned sliding his finger underneath her pussy and pressing against her hole which made her jump.

	"Hey idiot, are you even fucking listening to me?!?!?!" Paris pouted.

	"Yeah, you just said something about putting it in your ass right?" he said in a mock quizzical tone whilst his finger popped into her asshole. The sudden intrusion made her squeal and jump away, almost falling off her chair in the process.

	"Oh you are fucking dead," she grinned at him.

	"Oh I apologise m'lady," said Johnny, still kneeling in front of her.

	Her face went serious.

	"Apologies aren't good enough I'm afraid... said Paris in a pitying tone. She pushed her chair forward, grabbed his hair and shoved his face unceremoniously back between her legs, and shoved him back under the desk, occasionally pulling him into her sopping wet pussy as she mindlessly fucked his face.

	She heard him moaning as he wanked himself off, and began grinding her hips against his head, joining him in his moans as she felt herself edging closer to another epic orgasm. Late night shift was the best...

	
- Chapter 3 - A Steamy Car ride, and their secret discovered...

- What a day.

	Jane flicked a strand of hair out of her eye as she walked side by side with Freddie towards the car, itching to put her arm around him again. A cool breeze flickered across her skin, and she realised they'd been busy 'massaging' for a long time, as the sky was dark and foreboding. Gatherings of leaves drifted across the empty car park, searching for shelter as she checked for signs of life, waiting until they were round the corner from reception before squeezing their bodies together.

	She gently pulled him along as they walked, since Freddie's knees were shaking whenever he tried to move straight, and Jane held him tight, keeping him steady against her tall frame. His smile was hazy, eyes slightly unfocused. Jane felt a warmth inside her. She felt... Giddy.

	They stopped next to her sleek black Sedan and no words were exchanged, Freddie's face cracking into a huge grin and Jane breathing out slowly as the sheer craziness of the past few hours sank in.

	It seemed as if she might float away, she felt so alive. Part of Jane wanted to chastise herself for thinking like a stupid schoolgirl, but she couldn't help it. There was a slow tide of euphoria building inside her. If only she could bottle it up forever. Their sweaty lovemaking was repeating over and over in her head; The look of elation in his eyes, the shudder as she hit his prostate... It was so vivid that she blushed just from the vibrant passion of it. It was like watching her own fantasies spill into reality, living it, breathing it.

	Jane checked her pocket and began fiddling with her keys as they stood holding each other by the waist, waiting for nothing in particular. A beat passed. Unconsciously she began squeezing tighter to Freddie, almost as if the moment they let go the spell would break and everything would go back to normality.

	Freddie felt the squeeze and rubbed his hand on her waist. At that moment he turned in, standing on tiptoe so he could reach up and kiss her softly on the lips, then buried his head in her neck, arms embracing the inviting warmth of her curves

	Jane felt his heat, and crushed his body to hers, stroking the soft hair and planting gentle kisses on his cheek and neck, making him coo. Freddie could feel her heart beating strong, and fast. It thrilled him that he was having this effect on such a gorgeous woman. The sound of lonely cars in the distance echoed through the tranquillity of the dull, ordinary square of grey, the two lovers making it glow with a fleeting moment of affection.

	Jane forced her arms to let go of Freddie and rubbed her nose against his, before breaking the hug. A long, considered breath, and she turned to her car.

	Freddie stared as Coach Matherson, opened the door and bent over to grab something from the back, her peachy ass still threatening to explode out of her sports leggings. A leather jacket was retrieved, and she winked at him as she put her arms through it.

	A hazy thought popped into Fred's head that he hoped this wasn't all a dream, as she stepped into the driver's seat and closed the door.

	His mind began to wander as the engine rumbled to life. Did this mean he was going to be her boyfriend? Jane revved the throttle of the comfortable looking Sedan as Fred stood next to it, feverish thoughts sending his consciousness down long, winding roads of Matherson. His knees wobbled and it was hard to really focus on anything other than the high he was riding right now.

	Jane rolled down the window and spoke with a bemused expression on her face. "Get in the car idiot."

	Freddie blinked, and then shuffled like a quizzical puppy to the passenger side door, almost falling into the spacious interior.

	Jane smirked as he tried to pull his seatbelt, the mechanism refusing to budge. She watched for a few painful seconds as he yanked at it, getting more and more flustered as it refused to budge.

	"Christ boy... she said tenderly as she leaned over and gently pulled the seatbelt across Freddie and into the clasp for him.

	"Thanks Mummy," said Fred, and openly cringed that he'd said it outside of their sweaty love session. It sounded odd.

	Jane snorted. He really was such a dork, but it thrilled her that he had called her that.

	"You're welcome, my little bitch," she said casually. "I believe we've sorted our nicknames for the next training session then?"

	Fred let out an awkward laugh.

	"Um... Maybe just for today."

	"Maybe not," said Jane with a wry smile.

	Fred's laugh petered out.

	Jane turned the keys slowly. She was going to take her sweet time before she had to drop Fred off. For the first time in a long while, she was feeling almost contented. She looked over at him fidgeting with his seatbelt clasp, a slightly uncomfortable look on his face. She considered he might still be wrapping his head around everything he had gone through today, which made sense - she'd introduced him to a lot of new experiences tonight.

	"Fred... do you mind if I ask you something personal?" she said, tightening her grip on the wheel slightly as she attempted to (gently) broach the subject of his feelings on having been ploughed like a whore earlier this evening.

	"Sure."

	"Have you... ever had sex before?"

	"Huh?" said Freddie, in a slightly higher pitch than he intended. "Yes, yeah... Of course!"

	He had tried to sound incredulous, but it came out as slightly panicked.

	Coach Matherson, raised an eyebrow. She set the stick to drive and eased out of the parking lot as she answered: "Well if we're both being honest... you never seemed totally relaxed around me until we were... you know... fucking."

	Freddie sat up a little straighter in the car seat.

	"I'm not a v-virgin... I had sex with some... three... women actually" he stammered.

	Coach Matherson raised her eyebrows as she watched the road.

	"Oh yeah?...

	Best to meet the elephant in the room head on.

	"Any like me?"

	Fred's cheeks ripened as the unsaid details ran through his mind; Coach Matheson's huge cock sawing in and out of him. He subconsciously clenched his asshole.

	"No.. no, they were all normal!" said Fred defensively

	"All three of them were... normal? " she said in a slightly robotic voice.

	"Well... you know, like women," said Fred, regretting his choice of words.

	"Right," muttered Jane, her eyes glued to the road.

	The car lapsed into silence, and Fred cringed inside.

	A car approached ahead and the Sedan flew forward, past the vehicle's headlights until they were just dots in the rear-view mirror. The revving motor sounded like a nuclear explosion in comparison to the deathly quiet inside the car.

	Fred tried desperately to search for something to say, but his brain was clawing thin air. Why did he have to be so stupid sometimes?! He looked over at Jane but she ignored him, the muscles in her jaw becoming a little tense. Her body language was stiff, and her hands were gripping tighter on the steering wheel like it was about to fly off at any second.

	They came up to some lights and the breaks juddered a little sharper than necessary, the seatbelt tightening around Fred's chest as he was pulled forward. Fred glanced over and noticed her leg looked like it was trying to put the brake pedal through the floor. The warmth in her expression from earlier had faded, and her eyes were glued to the road.

	He tried to drag his brain through something, anything to break the awful silence.

	"I haven't had sex with three women," he jabbered.

	Silence.

	Jane didn't register that he had said anything, her gaze still fixed on the red light as the car engine say quietly humming.

	"I'm a virgin... was a virgin," he said. There was a note of pleading in his voice.

	"So... I was your first?" Jane stated tersely, more as confirmation than a question.

	Fred nodded his head.

	"And I'm assuming that you weren't expecting your first time to be getting bent over and fucked by a woman with a cock?" She emphasised the word 'cock' despondently.

	His eyes flicked to her crotch. The crimson in his cheeks plumed...

	"Yes," he breathed softly.

	Fuck it. Be honest.

	"And... I really liked it" he said.

	Jane's eyebrows quivered as the light turned green. Her foot pressed the pedal a little softer and the engine whined, jerking them into a gentle speed away from the stoppage.

	She didn't respond, but her jawline had softened, so Fred continued.

	"I just... I feel nervous about me being you know... a guy. And you... you're an amazing woman... I just feel like... not manly, with you... but it's still good, you know?" he struggled awkwardly.

	Jane's expression didn't change, but her demeanour was calmer, and her eyes flicked back to him.

	"And... I really enjoyed tonight.. I just... don't want to be a girl or anything... But it was amazing... Fred searched for words that could show how he felt. His embarrassment at being fucked. The fact that he liked it, liked her. That he felt ashamed and yet yearned for more. And the fact that somehow, deep in the recesses of his mind, a dominant woman like her might just be what he genuinely wanted.

	Jane opened her mouth, and her voice was reflective.

	"Fred... I know you might have notions of what a man should be, but I have seen what you are... You are a submissive boy, and being fucked turns you on."

	The look on Fred's face was one of embarrassment at this emphatic statement, and he turned to stare out of the window.

	"Sure," he uttered, but inside his heart was pounding.

	"You're not an alpha male Fred... I owned you, and you loved it," she insisted, a note of lust creeping into her tenor.

	Fred's lip trembled at what felt like a personal attack, and he felt the blood rush to his mutinous cock, which throbbed at the words being thrust indelicately into his ears.

	"Answer me... you enjoyed me being inside you, didn't you?" She was ravenous now.

	Fred's eyes bugged out, and he couldn't respond.

	"My balls slapping your asshole as you called me Mummy."

	Her tone was so provocative it was almost steamy, and Freddie felt intense embarrassment, which only seemed to feed his body's elation. She had already emasculated him today, and it felt like his body was slowly being conditioned to accept it, to revel in it. It scared him but he was also filled with so much nervous excitement that he no longer knew what to think.

	She stopped at the lights and flicked her eyes to Freddie. He was avoiding her gaze, looking extremely uncomfortable... and his hands were covering his lap.

	Coach Matherson bit her lip. She couldn't help herself.

	Her hand snaked between his legs, grabbing the small package there with her large fingers. Freddie groaned and his eyes snapped to his crotch and then her.

	"Oh, sorry," she said in a mock apologetic voice, "just trying to change to park."

	She squeezed his package as she stared back at him menacingly, as if daring him to challenge her. Freddie let out an un-controlled mewl and Jane felt his tiny cock begging for attention between her fingers.

	She leaned close, until she was inches from his face.

	"Yeah, that's what I thought, my little slut." She said, smiling, although her eyes took a few seconds to lose their hard edge as she slipped her tongue into his mouth and his lips parted. She moaned, frenching him and squeezing her hand at the same time.

	Freddie panted at Jane's frenetic efforts and sucked on her tongue, easily coerced back into a state of worship as the lights began to change. The green light flicked on as he melted in her embrace, and a few seconds of French kissing drew him in until a car horn blared angrily behind them. Jane begrudgingly let go of his cock and balls, withdrawing her tongue from his lips as she shifted to drive and hit the accelerator aggressively, the car lurching as it sped away from the intersection.

	Freddie's cock wouldn't go down and he nervously crossed legs, his head swirling again. He felt like he was losing his mind today, although weirdly it felt like he had unlocked an inner happiness that he had never before experienced. A kind of deep-set submissiveness that Jane was tapping into. It terrified him as much as it thrilled him, and he tried not to look at Jane again as they sped towards his apartment.

	Jane was in heaven. She was riding home in her car, leather jacket on, with her bitch horny as hell in the passenger seat. The swell in her leg was raging against the confines of her tight pants again. This boy was a drug, and she was utterly addicted.

	She glanced over and noticed him crossing his legs. He was loving this, she thought smugly.

	"Must be nice." said Jane, a sly expression creeping onto her features.

	"Huh?" said Freddie, confused.

	"You know... Having a small penis, " said Jane, like they were discussing the weather. "No danger of someone noticing it at the supermarket... the first time an old lady spotted mine, I thought she was going to die of a heart attack... I guess being small has it's benefits right?"

	She smiled in a commiserating fashion as the lust began to seep slowly into her balls, awakening the beast.

	Freddie felt his dick throb in the face of her condescension and tried to look crushed as he muttered a vague response. "Well, it's not that small or anything."

	"What do you mean? It's so cute," she said pityingly, as if talking to a child. "Shall we take our cocks out and see how manly you are then? Do you think seeing a proper cock will make your baby dick get hard for Mommy?"

	Freddie felt so horny and belittled at the same time. He didn't have anything to respond with other than to nervously squirm in his seat. When you're being driven home by a woman hung like a horse, there is nothing you can say.

	Coach Matherson didn't know what was coming over her. Freddie just seemed to wake the animal in her. She wanted to break him repeatedly, have him curled up with her inside him, begging for more... She kept her eyes on the road, but she was hyper aware of the young man shifting uncomfortably next to her.

	"You know Fred... I don't think you're being grateful enough to your Coach for giving you a ride home." she said slyly.

	Freddie looked at her confused and immediately felt a rush of excitement and fear when he saw her mean expression, eyes flashing towards him.

	"Oh.. Jane, I... I'm sorry, for-"

	"Oh, you're sorry?" she said seductively. "Well maybe you should pay me back instead of talking with those fine girly lips... it is bad manners to ride home like a whore and not act like one."

	Freddie's cock hardened to it's fullest extent, so much so that it was openly throbbing without being touched. The big dick energy exuding from Coach Matherson was undeniable. He looked down at her leg and saw the angriest, most uncompromising bulge trying to split Coach's pants in two.

	Freddie's mouth watered. Oh God... She had definitely changed something in him. He needed that dick in his mouth. What was wrong with him? A straight man doesn't have thoughts like this, right?

	Without saying anything, Freddie leaned over, and put his face against her bulge. He moaned as he rubbed his lips against it, making Jane shudder and grunt.

	The car pulled up to another stoplight and Jane used the ten or so seconds of waiting to pull Freddie's head back and whip off her tight leggings and placing it under her ass (avoiding getting too sweaty on the leather seat, upholstery maintenance is important).

	Freddie briefly marvelled at her ability to remove the constricting pants so quickly before setting to the task at hand, smooching her pale dong which was now jutting proudly from Jane's body. He ran his wet lips across the shaft and let his spit lubricate her. Jane started moaning as the lights changed and she put the pedal to the floor whilst pushing Freddie's face into her meat, squeezing it between his face and her tight belly. He realised now more than ever how heavy her dick was. It felt like a hot, spongy flagpole was being pressed against his face.

	He took a deep sniff of her musk, drinking in the tang of the sweat, the natural odours from her groin. He juddered. It smelt better than anything he could think of in that moment.

	He nestled his face under her cock, licking her balls, which were perched at the edge of her seat. His lips got in close and formed a seal around them, trying to engulf as much of her nutsack in his mouth as possible. It made him strangely proud that he managed to get one whole testicle in his mouth, making a horrendously slutty slurping sound, lathering it in his spit whilst trying to swallow it.

	Jane's knuckles went white as she gripped the steering wheel and tried not to slam the accelerator every time she felt the orgasmic suction on one of her testicles. The right one was being tongued, becoming engulfed in spit. A few seconds later, those tight lips detached from spit-lathered skin with a wet pop, the air briefly flitting over the wetness and making her shiver, before the little hoover attached itself enthusiastically to the left ball, slurping mingling with the sound of the engine as Jane's right leg tensed, the motor roaring and the tension in her balls began to churn.

	Fred fixed his attention back on her shaft, leaving her balls soaked in spit, and plunged onto her shaft, letting out an excited squeal into a mouthful of cock meat which left Jane going almost cross eyed. She moaned and her legs spasmed. The car jumped forward and she quickly applied the brakes, the engine winding down. This was way too dangerous; she was 100% going to cum everywhere and drive them into a building. She looked for the nearest lay bye as Fred's eyes rolled into the top of his head just from sucking Jane's cock, which was driving her insane, and turned into what looked like a quiet residential area.

	She checked the houses nearby for any signs of life, shut the engine off, and then harshly scrunched her fist in Fred's hair and began fucking his face for a full minute. The only sounds now were the "Schlich, schlich," of her cock stirring the mix of saliva and pre-cum in his mouth.

	God he had made her so horny. They had spent hours fucking earlier this evening and within thirty minutes she was trying to blow her load in his face again.

	Jane's expression was one of elation, her brow furrowed and eyes closing as she pulled her chair back and lowered the back rest. The jacket came off, followed by the shirt which she put under her back, leaving her breasts open to the air. She enjoyed the soothing feeling of lying there whilst pumping her hips upwards into Fred's face as she held his head, enjoying the sweet sensations of having her long staff pleasured with young lips. Fred's tongue would flutter occasionally against the slit of her penis, a touch of sensitive nerves that made her offer little whimpers of encouragement.

	A tentative hand slid up her belly, towards her chest.

	"Yes, good boy" said Jane softly.

	Fred's searching hand found a breast, and he slowly worked his fingers around it, caressing it, playing with it. Jane's nipples were soft, like rubbing pink cherries, but with a hardness that made them flick back to attention from each pull and prod.

	Jane gasped as her nipples were teased with his roving digits. She could feel his other hand sliding down her leg to rest on her bollocks still wet with saliva, and he began to rub his palm into her nut sack, tenderly loving her meaty tennis balls.

	Jane let out a girlish whimper as her nipple, cock and balls were all zealously assaulted in a three-pronged attack that left her defenceless against the volcano stewing up inside her.

	Fred bobbed his head up and down the throbbing veiny monster, yearning for the dessert stirring in her scrotum. He could feel it pulsing, expanding in it's excitement for release. His own penis was fully erect and dribbling pre-cum in his trousers as he pleasured every part of her ridiculously beautiful body that he could touch, flexing his palm around her balls, vibrating his tongue on her cock-head, agitating her nipples between his fingers.

	Jane felt all the stars align and gripped her hands on the door and passenger seat as the flood of pleasure lit her brain up like a Christmas tree, the orgasm rifling up every inch of her cock and through the rest of her body. Hot, flowing semen spouted into Fred's mouth, bubbling up from Jane's shaft like she was pressing a can of whipped cream directly down his throat.

	Fred opened his throat up and sucked like he was trying to swallow her phallus whole, trying to eke every last rope of hot cum from Jane's throbbing testicles as it spewed like a cannon inside him. It was unbelievable how good swallowing her cock-spewed essence felt, and it hit something deep inside him. It was putting him into a place of pure submissiveness that (although he felt ashamed of it) he needed with every fibre of his being.

	Fred kept his eyes on Jane's face as she came. It was utterly spellbinding feeling her hot squirts into his mouth whilst seeing her facial movements. Her mouth was open in a large 'O', eyelids jammed shut, head lolling back. She let out soft, breathy moans from the back of her throat with each thick wad of cream hitting his taste buds, and her head would jerk back slightly with each spurt, a small flutter of her eyelids here and there.

	The liquid continued to course down Fred's throat, and it amazed him how much was filling his stomach as he swallowed over and over, the Jane Matherson pipeline continuing to dish out huge servings of cock-cream into his opening.

	Eventually, after a ridiculous amount of hot jizz had been emptied into Freddie's mouth, her last throes abated and she rested her head back, panting like a marathon runner trying to regain her breath.

	Fred felt like his entire insides had been coated in ejaculate. The salty musk was sliding all over his tongue, pungent and strong in his nostrils, and he savoured how odd, yet pleasant, the cum actually tasted.

	They both took a moment, Freddie lost in his new world of submission whilst still vacuum sealed on Jane's penis, and Jane smiling to herself as she enjoyed the post-orgasm haze.

	Jane felt Fred beginning to slowly pull his head off her dick, and she slipped her hand to the back of his neck, gripping him tight, and slid him firmly back down. His eyes looked up in surprise, questioningly, as he quietly tried to keep down the huge splurge of ejaculate that was now sloshing in his stomach.

	"Get your cock out and cum for Mommy," said Jane, a tired smile on her face.

	Small trickles of cum ran down from around his lips as he stared lovingly up at her and nodded.

	He undid his trousers and his penis emerged, raised up like a daffodil, adorable and gentle compared to Jane's thick redwood next to it.

	He grabbed himself and began wanking, mewling softly into the long, fat willy in his mouth as Jane watched him.

	Jane sighed softly as Fred unabashedly jerked off in front of her. She could see that he was falling in love with the feeling of having a penis in his mouth, and it was a gorgeous sight to behold. He was making small noises which hummed around her meat, the Cum and spit still running from his overfilled face down the lines of her veins, her taut skin.

	Almost immediately Fred started to whine and buck, and Jane decided to help push him over the edge. She spoke in a voice that she knew would send him into immediate ejaculation.

	"I think someone wants to cum for Mommy... Who's mommy's little bitch? You're Mommy's little bitch aren't you," she said lovingly as she grabbed hold of his head and pumped her still-wet cock a few times into Fred's used mouth.

	Fred heard the words, felt the presence of her inside and around him; the taste of her seed, her cock pumping over his tongue, aggressively squeezing his hair between her fingers, and pleasure overcame him. His face went haywire, long ropes of jizz releasing from his aching balls and gently falling on Jane's belly as he slurped on her dick like a lollipop. His soft squeal around her penis was gloriously slutty, and Jane swooned as the small wet strands painted little white lines on her body.

	She cooed softly as Fred breathed heavily through his nose, spent but still attached to Jane's penis. Perfection, she thought to herself.

	After a brief moment of letting her dick wallow in the warm confines of his mouth, Jane slowly, begrudgingly, pulled his head off her cock. Fred coughed and sputtered as some of the cum slid down the wrong pipe in his throat, and he remained bent over, dazed, her cock waving around in front of his face as he took a moment to adjust.

	Jane's eyes were glued to Fred, his face lulling in front of her weapon, and she wrapped her fingers around the base of the shaft and started patting him with her wet penis like she was petting a dog, the juicy slaps of her softening erection on his delicate skin the only sound in their little world of passion. Fred moaned in delight as his forehead was firmly slapped again and again with hot cock flesh. He had found his happy place, and it was at the mercy of the wet shaft of Coach Matherson's dick.

	Jane's breathing gradually returned to normal, and she slowly sat her chair back up, pulling Fred's head up and giving it a dainty kiss on the small spot on his cheek that wasn't coated in a layer of cum and saliva. The wet ropes were still on her belly, and she manhandled Fred towards her, unceremoniously rubbing the ropes of jizz and patches of sweat onto his t-shirt before pressing his chest back into the passenger seat roughly.

	She felt his heart still racing and smiled to herself. This had been the best day of both their lives, she was pretty certain.

	Once she had her t-shirt back on (slightly too warm for a jacket) and Jake had managed to rub most of the cum and saliva off of his face with his now utterly filthy and sticky t-shirt, ('what if someone sees!') she started the car and rolled them slowly out of the side-street, and back to the main road. They drove in contented silence, happily watching the perfect world drift by, the gentle, windy evening now dark and peaceful.

	Fred's belly gurgled, and he smiled guiltily as Jane looked over at him, biting her lip.

	"That is fucking hot," she said breathily.

	"Thanks Mommy," he answered softly.

	Jane groaned deeply, the desire on her face returning.

	"Shut the fuck up Bitch or we'll never get home," she said with a tiny smile creasing the edges of her mouth.

	They both turned their heads back to the main road.

	Fred couldn't believe how happy he was. He wanted to punch the roof, and scream with joy. He had never imagined his first time being like this... but now all that stuff he thought he knew had just been thrown into utter disarray. It had been replaced by something too raw and visceral to fully understand yet. His stomach gurgled again, and he sighed, contented.

	Jane meanwhile was already visualising how much punishment her bed could take if she ploughed Fred at full velocity in it. It was sturdy enough but every scenario in her mind seemed to involve fucking him until the wall and mattress had been thoroughly destroyed. Logically it seemed like the only thing to do would be to buy a re-enforced bed frame and harder mattress, although she did like the softness. Maybe on the couch?

	The trip finished with Jane working out the ergonomics of fucking Fred upside down, sideways and backwards on each and every inch of available space in her flat, whilst Fred simply wondered how he was going to sleep at all tonight, having had the best day of his entire life, lost his virginity to his dream woman, and been given a belly full of cum.

	They rolled up at Fred's house with the windows dark, lamplight illuminating the weathered oak tree on the sidewalk, and they both took a moment to observe each other.

	Fred put his hand on the door and Jane raised an eyebrow.

	"No you don't," she said breathlessly. "Come here, slut."

	Fred's heart melted and he leaned towards Jane, who grabbed his face and passionately mauled it. Her tongue was back down his throat, sucking all the intimate tastes from his mouth, and he felt the vibrations of her moaning travel down his spine, plunging him into a deep well of desire whilst drowning him in her saliva.

	She sucked his face, and Fred could amazingly feel his cock hardening, his balls aching from the constant semen they were being forced to churn out. He had never felt anything like it. She could turn him on like flicking a light switch. Her aggressive tongue eventually slid away from his, and her lips detached, leaving a few gentle kisses on his cheek, which made him feel like his chest would burst with happiness.

	She smiled softly.

	"Sweet dreams, baby bitch."

	She blew him a kiss, and Fred bit his lip.

	"Thanks Mommy," he whispered.

	Jane bared her teeth. It made her furiously horny every time he called her that. She bit her lip as he gave her one last cute smile and opened the door.

	He stepped out into the cool air, and after a small wave, began to walk back to his house.

	Jane gunned the engine, despite it being late, and zoomed away, breaking into a huge grin. This had been the best day ever. She felt her cock swollen against her thigh again. Jesus, she thought to herself, it was like being sixteen again, it just wouldn't go down! What the fuck was this boy doing to her. She lowered the window and breathed the cool night air, as the sedan sped down the dark, empty road.

	Fred watched her go, and then broke into his own goofy, confused grin. Just... what even. He waddled slowly back to the house on legs of rubber, expecting to wake up from this dream at any moment.

	He poked his head into the living room. It was dark. Thank God, he thought to himself. He wasn't exactly looking too presentable with his shirt, trousers and mouth covered in bodily juices. His knees shook as he tried to take the stairs. She had seriously done something to him... He felt like he was made of marshmallows.

	Fred managed to pull himself up with help from the banister, and quietly slipped his key into the lock. Quiet now... This was NOT the time to be waking his flatmates. The latch opened with a barely audible *click*, and he quickly slipped inside in case anyone heard.

	As soon as he had closed the door, his body seemed to let go of everything, and he barely managed to empty his pockets and make it to the bed before his eyelids fell shut, and he passed out on the mattress.

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	Fred awoke to the sound of banging on his door. His eyes snapped open and he looked up in horror at the door handle turning. He felt his shirt... with huge half-dried cum stains on it.

	Oh shit.

	He staggered towards the wardrobe and began to rip his shirt off whilst watching the bedroom door open in awful slow motion. A head poked around the frame, with messy brown hair and a slightly freckled, cute face.

	"Wow, did you sleep in your clothes last night?" said Terry, raising an eyebrow as she watched Freddie trying to rip his shirt off his head like it was a live cobra, throwing it behind a pile of crumpled clothes.

	"Wow noob, thanks for knocking," replied Freddie desperately, turning away from her as he tried to check subtly if there were any bodily fluids on his belly or face. It didn't seem like there was, and he hoped to God Terry hadn't seen the cum stains on the shirt or the front of his pants. The taste of Jane's cum was so strong in his mouth that he was worried she might actually smell it from the doorway.

	"It's midday bitch... Your fault for being lazy," she said behind him casually. Instead of closing the door she skipped into the room to the sleek black office chair sitting next to his desk to take a seat and began swivelling around on it, propelling herself in circles like a helicopter as Fred fiddled with the front of his pants.

	Freddie let out an exasperated sigh.

	"Would you please stop calling me that,"

	"Why, touched a nerve?" she said, in a tone that suggested she had the biggest possible shit-eating grin on her face.

	He turned his head back around and was indeed confirmed with Terry's gleeful visage. Her shoulder length dark hair was tied up in a long ponytail, and she was wearing jeans and a chequered red oversized shirt. Basically the same as always. The smartest she ever got was probably wearing a softball uniform. She also had a super cute nerd face which frankly she needed to get out of the trouble her mouth caused.

	"Look, are you gonna let me get changed?"

	Terry responded by rolling her eyes and swivelling slowly to face the other way, and Freddie let out an exasperated breath. This was not the time to have someone nattering at him. His head was still scrambled from the events of last night.

	"So what happened yesterday?" said Terry innocently.

	He stopped in the middle of changing his pants and felt his mind sliding right back onto Jane's cock. Panic set in.

	"Uh, what do you mean?" said Freddie. A small bead of sweat formed on his brow.

	"Well... you didn't join us for drinks. Neither did Coach, and she's always there at the social! Did you see her?"

	"No," said Freddie, defensively, grabbing a fresh pair of jeans. "Didn't see her."

	"Hmmm," this seemed to perplex Terry, and hidden behind the large back of the comfortable leather chair it made her seem like an evil mastermind formulating a world-ending scheme.

	"Where were you?"

	Fred gritted his teeth.

	"Went home."

	Terry turned the chair around, catching him naked but for his underwear.

	"HEY!" shouted Fred, covering up his undies.

	Terry's face was quizzical, and she ignored him, her eyes focused like a hound that had caught the scent of it's quarry.

	"That doesn't make any sense, how did you get back? And how come you slept in your clothes? Come on dude, you went somewhere last night, spill it!"

	Her eyes were gleaming with excitement, and she leant forward like he was about to tell her a magical story.

	Freddie's phone vibrated on the desk next to Terry as he tried to jam his legs into his jeans, turning away from her.

	"None of your business," he said.

	Terry swivelled briefly to his desk and then swivelled back.

	"It sounds like my business."

	"Why is it your business."

	"Because I just saw a text message on your phone from Coach Matherson, and if I'm jumping to conclusions here, it kinda sounds like you guys fucked."

	Freddie's eyes bulged, and he looked over at the phone that Terry was holding in her left hand.

	"What the fuck Terry!" he said angrily as he snatched the phone from her.

	"WHAT, I just saw it vibrate and picked it up!" said Terry in the least apologetic tone possible. "It's not my fault you show your messages on the lock screen, dickhead."

	Freddie stood frozen, one leg inside his jeans, the other outside. He stared at the message.

	'Hey, I really enjoyed last night... I just wanted to ask if we could keep this between ourselves... people might talk and... maybe we can meet after training on Sunday if you aren't busy? M x'

	Terry leaned forward again.

	"Look, I only caught the first part of the message but... it does sound pretty suspicious! Come on, you HAVE to tell me about this!" she said pleadingly.

	Her expression looked like Christmas had come early, and she was leaned so far forward that she was almost falling off the front of the chair.

	Freddie sighed.

	"Look... I'll tell you about last night... but can I at least put some clothes on?"

	"No problemo!" said Terry in a butter-wouldn't-melt voice, and swivelled around.

	A few seconds later Freddie had on a clean pair of jeans, a wildcats t-shirt, and a grey hoodie.

	"Okay," said Freddie, and Terry rotated back round so fast that she almost flew off the chair.

	"Hit me!" she said.

	Freddie breathed in.

	"We... Had sex."

	Terry slammed her feet on the floor.

	"NO WAY!" she roared, and Freddie had to clench his fists to stop her making so much noise that the flatmates would undoubtedly hear and ask what was going on.

	"No way!" she whispered, eyes bright.

	"Yeah we... we had sex."

	"Where, how?"

	"In the massage room."

	"YOU HAD SEX IN THE MASSAGE ROOM!"

	Freddie gritted his teeth. "SHHHHH!" he hissed at her.

	"Okay, okay, I get it, sorry... but holy fuck, you fucked Coach Matherson, as in THE Coach Matherson, super serious, insanely hot, kinda scary Coach Matherson.. on a massage table? What the hell Fred, you're a stud!"

	"Yeah.. Yeah, sure," said Freddie, his cheeks blushing, having left out the slight detail that she had been the one doing the fucking.

	"But... dude... what was she like?"

	Freddie's brain was suddenly compressing again, and his mouth screamed at it to say something. Anything.

	"Urm... she was good."

	"She was... good?" said Terry incredulously. "Like... the girl with the stripper titties and ass explosion that half the town chokes the chicken over was just... good?"

	"Yeah, why, what do you want from me?" said Freddie defensively.

	"DETAILS Freddie! Like no offence, but you've never told me about any girls you've been with before, and now you're telling me you banged the hottest chick in town?! Hell I'm not even gay but I'd probably say yes if Coach Matherson asked me... How did it happen?!

	Freddie's brow was sweating slightly again. This was not the conversation he needed right now, his head was still groggy from being woken up, his belly was full of Coach Matherson's jizz, and he was feeling more and more that sense of humiliation closing in, as he searched for a way to placate Terry's needling questions.

	"Well... she offered to give me a massage."

	"Yeah?"

	"And then, we both got a little excited and... Yeah," he finished lamely.

	The feeling of Jane's weight on top of his as she buried herself inside him trickled through his mind. A bead of sweat slowly winded down the side of his face, and he rubbed it off with the sleeve of his hoodie.

	"Holy shit," said Terry. She looked like her brain had exploded, gormlessly staring into the distance.

	"Coach Matherson," she whispered. "Dude, why would you hide it from me, we tell each other everything!"

	Freddie scratched his head awkwardly.

	"Well I just woke up; can't I have a secret for one day?"

	He couldn't help feeling a small bit of pride. It was kinda cool that he'd got with someone that most people would give their right arm for a chance at.

	Terry opened her mouth to say something and Freddie jumped in before she could ask for a scene-by-scene playback.

	"LOOK, can I at least have some coffee before you hit me with my rights?"

	Terry mused over this statement for a moment, steepling her fingers together like a detective mulling over a murder.

	"I find this acceptable," she said, and Freddie rolled his eyes and walked out of the room. Terry popped up from the chair, snapping at his heels as he stomped downstairs.

	They walked into a decent sized kitchen with an explosion of dishes, unpacked shopping and pot plants scattered around the various surfaces, and Fred slid the fridge door open. Just enough milk left. Booyah. Maybe today was going to be a better day than he thought.

	Terry appeared behind him and grabbed herself two slices of bread.

	Fred thought about calling her out for not asking, but thought fuck it. Anything to make her shut up about last night was a blessing. He grabbed the coffee jar and opened it. Two granules came out. He sighed. Maybe not such a good day.

	"Want some toast?" said Terry.

	His belly full of spunk gurgled and he put his hand to it.

	"Affirmative!" beamed Terry, (which made Fred wince at her misinterpretation of the signals coming from his sloshing stomach), and she grabbed two more slices and slung them into the toaster.

	Fred blushed. Maybe the toast would soak up some of Jane's Jizz so his stomach would stop making noises? Wow what was he even thinking right now...

	They sat down, removing a few half-finished coke cans from the kitchen table, and Terry folded her arms and leaned in.

	"But seriously... you just... fluttered your eyes at her and suddenly you guys were porking?"

	Fred groaned.

	"Look, we... It was fun. It was a great night, I really like her. Now can we please not talk about it for one minute."

	"But we never talk about your personal life!"

	"That's because there is never anything important to talk about!"

	"Well, you weren't going to tell me about THIS until I figured it out for myself."

	She raised a scolding eyebrow at him and Fred felt himself clenching. It wasn't like that, he thought to himself.

	"It's... I don't know...

	Terry's eyebrow refused to come down from it's lofty perch.

	"Was this... your first time?"

	Fred's cheeks burned red.

	"... yes," he whispered.

	"... Cool," she said with a gentle smile. "You fucking deserve it."

	Fred smiled. A small weight lifted off his shoulders. Although he hadn't told her everything, it was good to have Terry on his side.

	"And for what it's worth... that's a hell of a way to pop your cherry dude."

	Fred laughed, and Terry grinned as the toaster popped up, revealing 3 slices of toast and one perfectly untouched slice of a bread. Terry raised her eyebrow at it.

	"Oh yeah," said Fred, "I forgot about that."

	She clicked her tongue, and began to search for condiments.

	A plate with two pieces of toast was placed in front of him, a jar of Jam slammed on the table, and Terry began lathering her one piece of toast and one piece of bread in jam.

	Terry smiled sympathetically at him.

	"I'm glad you actually opened up about it."

	Fred felt a small tightness in his throat again.

	"It means a lot," she said.

	Fred felt like he had a tie on his neck that was slowly shrinking. They ate their toast in a silence that was laced with guilt for Fred at partially lying to his friend. Terry happily chomped away at her toast and bread jam sandwich.

	"I actually think this might be a new way of eating this," said Terry in a bewildered voice. "The textures... I'm a genius!"

	"Listen... Terry," he began

	"Yeah?" she said between mouthfuls.

	"When I spoke about last night."

	"Shhh." She hissed as Gareth, one of Fred's housemates, walked in wearing his usual eclectic mixture of baggy ripped clothes and a beanie hat.

	"No seriously, about last night...

	Terry widened her eyes at him, and she quickly plastered a smile on her face at the new entrant, making Fred's head whip round.

	Gareth stopped, his ginger mop, gangly body and pasty face all eying them suspiciously.

	A second of stony silence passed.

	"You guys fucked didn't you," he said.

	Terry's face changed into one of utter confusion, and Freddie had to hold back a laugh. Gareth never failed to live up to his reputation as the house dumbass.

	"Oh, yeah Gareth, congratulations, you got us, we couldn't keep our hands off each other," chuckled Freddie.

	Terry narrowed her eyes as Gareth guffawed.

	"I freakin' knew it!"

	"Yeah," said Freddie, "we were just discussing our marriage vows."

	Terry snorted, and she couldn't help but fire a retort at Freddie's teasing.

	"Oh please, you may have fucked Matherson but I'm still waaayyy out of your league," she said in an extra sassy tone.

	Freddie let out a small whine noise of anger and gestured at Terry to please stop talking, but using decidedly coarser language.

	Gareth chuckled.

	"Look, you can lie all you want, but I called it the moment I saw you guys, and besides, I've seen Coach Matherson, and she is way out of your league bro."

	Terry's eyes lit up and it looked like she was about to lamp Gareth across the mouth when Freddie politely stepped in.

	"You're right Gareth, we cannot deny your incredible deductions, and now Watson, We're leaving," he said pointedly.

	Terry ground her teeth.

	"Fine," she growled.

	She tramped out of the kitchen and Fred followed her into the hall as Gareth called after them.

	"Use protection guys, don't be idiots!"

	Terry ground her teeth.

	"I hate that guy."

	"Oh, come on," said Fred, "he's not that bad... But can you PLEASE not go telling my biggest secrets to every single person that happens to walk into the room?"

	Terry took a moment and composed herself.

	"I will never let you down."

	"You're 1 and 0 at the moment."

	"From this moment onwards."

	"Onwards being... ?"

	Terry thought for a moment.

	"Burger-town?"

	Fred thought about the fact he still had a belly full of spunk and half a piece of toast on his plate, but then thought, fuck it. Burger-town sounded good.

	He made to walk towards the door and paused.

	"Can I brush my teeth first?"

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	Jane power-walked from the kitchen to the bedroom and looked over the faded wooden bedframe. The sides sagged ever so slightly, and the bright light streaming in through the window lit up the dents and notches in the wood from years of gentle wear and tear. It had never been exposed to the battlefield of her sexual escapades - perhaps she should buy a new one?

	Lips tightening on her shaft came to the surface of her thoughts.

	She shook her head, cleared her mind and breathed. Meditate. Focus. She took in a few deep lungfuls of air, and then Freddie's face appeared in front of her. Now he was moaning. Now he was looking up into her eyes as she pressed her weight into his frail body. Ignore it, breath out.

	Let it all go.

	Breath in. Her fingers are sliding along his back.

	Focus on the breathing.

	He's begging her to fuck him.

	Breath out.

	Begging like a horny slut.

	Jane groaned and shook her head again. What the hell was wrong with her? She turned away from the mattress that would probably need replacing as well if they were going to fuck properly on it, and spotted herself in the full-length mirror next to her door.

	Her hair was messed up, her simple white polo shirt had a few frayed threads on the side, and her comfortable pyjama bottoms had a few holes around the knees.

	And... she felt like a million dollars. She looked good... in fact it seemed like her figure was almost buoyant.

	She snapped herself out of her own reflection and moved back to the hallway.

	Admin. There was admin to do.

	She grabbed the pull-up bar going into the kitchen. The first one had fallen down, so she'd had to purchase a screw in version to keep it secure.

	She leapt up with ease and clamped her fists onto the bar, and began pumping out perfect pullups, slow down and quick up. She let out small, hissed breaths, and focused on the burning feeling in her arms and lats as she crushed through the reps, her back straight, movements steady. She got to fifteen and gave a few more for good measure before dropping to the ground, breathing a little heavier.

	At least exercise never failed to keep her mind focused.

	She walked over to a wooden table and pulled a chair back. The open kitchen and living room had a light and airy feel, with cream walls, comfortable carpets and gleaming tiles. Pictures of her family adorned a spot next to the floor-to-ceiling glass door which opened out to a balcony, giving the place a more open, homely feel. She regarded the photos. The all-American family she thought wistfully, looking at her Father, mother and sister. The similarities were obvious. Blue eyes. Blond hair, and the other similarities slightly further south, she mused, staring at her sister. They were quite alike, physically at least. Jane smiled. She should call them sometime.

	Her thoughts turned to maybe opening the door for a bit of fresh air, but she decided to press on, turning her attention to the laptop and neat stacks of papers in front of her.

	Membership renewals for the month and year. Plus, they needed to follow up on a few payments, and get the next away trip sorted. Her gaze honed in, her fingers beginning to type at a steady pace. Computers were not exactly her thing, but sometimes necessity demanded it. Give her a pullup bar over tax forms any day.

	Dean, Jeff... No, Jeff had moved away, she'd have to cancel that. Must have been added automatically to this year's roster. Did he still have his kit?

	Her mind wandered to Freddie crouching down to bat in his full Springfield kit, his ass cheeks filling out those softball pants beautifully. Her cheeks went the colour of raspberries. It had been an hour since she had texted him. Maybe he was embarrassed about last night... Had she gone in too strong? She softly stroked her inner thigh as their tryst replayed again in her head.

	She couldn't stop it, it was like a giant looped screen in her mind, far more intense than any cinema experience, one where she could feel his lips suckling on her nipples, smell the boy's scent on his hair.

	She guiltily pulled her mind back to the laptop.

	"Come ON girl, where is your self-control?" She snapped at herself.

	Her fingers began to type, and words began to flow, but all too soon the digits softened, her mind whirred slower and slower. She was climbing up a steadily steepening hillside, scrabbling for a way to stop herself falling back down into the open arms of Freddie's embrace. The thump in her chest was becoming difficult to ignore as she picked up a pen and began tapping it steadily on the wooden surface. She could feel the swell already in her jeans. She stopped and put a hand to her temple, squeezing her skull. This was ridiculous.

	She chucked the pen onto the table and it rolled off, falling quietly onto the carpet. Jane ignored it as she stood up and absent-mindedly shuffled back towards the bedroom, her feet carrying her body away from the unfinished work.

	She sashayed through the doorway and folded her arms, focusing her gaze firmly on the bed.

	Her imagination purred with possibilities.

	Yeah... That bedframe probably wouldn't cut it. She should get a new one.

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	Terry leaned back thoughtfully. Her lips were pursed at the side of her face as she thought it through. It was a while before she finally spoke.

	"Hulk would definitely win," she said.

	"What, against the Thing? Nah, he's literally made of rocks,"

	"But Hulk would just get angrier,"

	The country-western background music provided a gentle atmosphere behind Fred and Terry's bickering, and a waitress suppressed a snigger as she walked past the western-style booth where nerdiness was emanating with gusto.

	"Hulk is made of flesh, ergo if they were to collide, Rock beats muscle," said Fred pointedly.

	"Bruce banner shot himself in the head, and Hulk spit the bullet out," Terry said. "Rocks can be destroyed by drills, but he can't be destroyed by a bullet to the brain? No contest."

	She made a large, badly acted yawn and looked around the quirky, dingy interior of Burger-town, eyes roving past the various cowboy paraphernalia and odd trinkets adorning the walls as she searched for their food.

	Fred saw her looking and grinned.

	"Looking for your husband?"

	"Huh? Oh, you mean my Future husband," she said correcting him, although not as vociferously as she usually did which Fred found odd.

	Fred spotted the young waiter walking from the kitchen with a stack of burgers in one hand and a plate of wraps in another. His broad shoulders, defined features and spikey dyed blue hair that Terry had ogled over for months were all present and correct.

	"There he is... shall I play the wedding march now or after we've finished?" He teased.

	Terry looked a little pleased with herself and Fred narrowed his eyes.

	"Hang on...

	She didn't say anything, and Fred's eyes widened.

	"You SHAGGED him!"

	Terry snorted.

	"HA, no I didn't, and what's with all the accusations of me doing the dirty with every single boy I meet? Is there a rumour I should know about?"

	She pouted her lips.

	Fred eyed her suspiciously.

	"I didn't shag him... I shagged Kevin."

	Fred's eyes bugged out.

	"WHAT!"

	She let a huge grin out as she spilled the beans.

	"Yup, I slept with the team captain. Sue me."

	Fred laughed.

	"Okay then, explain it, I want DETAILS woman!" he said.

	"Okay well, last night we were dancing, one thing led to another and... We did what you do every time you play super Mario smash bros... we button mashed the hell out of each other."

	She looked super pleased.

	"I mean, awesome and gross but... How come you waited until now to tell me?" he said incredulously.

	"Well, I was totally going to tell you, but then you out-bombshelled my bombshell, and I thought I'd wait until it could receive the appropriate response."

	Fred grinned.

	"Well that's fair, it is a hell of a bombshell that deserved an appropriate reaction."

	"Indeed...

	She smirked.

	"The Captain and the Coach... We're really working our way up the ladder here," she said wryly.

	Fred laughed out loud, making the snide waitress look over dismissively.

	"It feels good to be able to talk about it with you dude," she said.

	Freddie's smile slowly faded as he saw the happiness in Terry's face, and that knot of anxiety tightened in his stomach.

	"I know right," he said uneasily.

	They lapsed into a gentle silence, and Freddie shifted from one cheek to another. His asshole was still sore and the pressure of not being honest was starting to make a small area of his head pulse unpleasantly.

	Terry's happy eyes engulfed him.

	His mouth moved before his head could stop it.

	"Well actually... I have another teensy-weensy little bombshell."

	Terry made a concerned face.

	"Oh god, this really is the day of revelations... But I'm all for it, hit me, I'm ready!"

	Fred leaned over the table and checked either side in case anyone was nearby. No-one was sitting close, and the waiters were gathered over near the kitchens.

	He couldn't believe he was going to do this.

	His mouth opened.

	"Coach Matherson... Doesn't have a vagina," he said under his breath.

	Terry's face of concern turned to one of confusion.

	"Wait... what?"

	Fred's heart was thumping, and he tried to whisper as quietly as possible.

	"She... She doesn't have a vagina. She has... a penis."

	Terry didn't know how to respond. She had never heard anything like this from Fred. The news in the morning was one thing, but this was just confusing.

	"Are you... fucking with me? Like is this a setup? If so, please, please tell me now," she said earnestly, "because I don't like when people are making fun of something personal, and I told you about me and Kevin in confidence."

	Fred took an agitated breath.

	"Look," he said, still whispering imploringly, "I'm not joking... she has a dick, and we had sex. I had sex with Jane... she has a dick. I lost my virginity, to a woman with a penis."

	Terry looked at him, astonishment slapped across her features.

	"How?" she said weakly.

	Freddie shrugged.

	"I don't know. No-one knows, except me and her. It was my first time and... I don't know if that makes me gay or not, but... I enjoyed it."

	He stared at her dumbfounded expression earnestly.

	"I like her."

	He waited anxiously for her response.

	Terry took a few moments to steady herself and take in everything she'd just heard.

	"Well dude... It doesn't change anything, I mean... you still enjoyed it right?"

	Fred let out a breath and nodded.

	"Exactly, so... so what's the problem? You like her, she likes you, dick, no dick, whatever."

	A small smile crept into her mouth.

	"Holy shit, the bitch thing makes a lot more sense now."

	Fred's eyes peeled and he gave her a dangerous stare.

	"Seriously? Shut it asshole."

	Terry grinned.

	"And not that it's a competition or anything but... at seven inches, I'm pretty sure Kevin's is bigger," she said smugly.

	Freddie let out a slightly embarrassed chuckle.

	"No comment."

	Terry's jaw dropped.

	"No fucking way."

	Freddie scrunched his eyes shut.

	Terry began guffawing so loud that everyone in the diner flicked their eyes over to their table.

	Fred looked back at all the questioning faces.

	"Kill me," he muttered, wanting to sink into his seat and disappear.

	
- Chapter 4 - Jane and Fred get closer, but their secret is under threat...

	Coach Matherson watched as the players filed in for training. He wasn't there yet. It's true that he was always late, but it really grated her cheese in particular today.

	Clouds loitered ominously overhead. Hopefully they wouldn't be getting wet today.

	She thought about the brief text messages between her and Freddie. Small affirmations of passion and affection... she couldn't wait to see him again.

	Which is why making her wait a few extra minutes was really pissing her off.

	She tapped her foot, not even noticing as Dean slid over.

	"Hiya Coach," he said cheerily. "Looking great as per."

	"Can it," she snapped, and he continued sliding towards the rest of the team assembling on the field.

	Another, taller figure with ash-brown hair walked over and took his place next to Jane. Kevin, the understated team captain nodded at her, eliciting little response. He cricked his neck, doing a few warming stretches on his impressive quads.

	"So, what we doing today Coach?"

	Jane paused. Everything seemed to be taking a lot more effort than usual today, thinking especially.

	"Oh... let's... do some fitness drills today."

	Kevin clicked his tongue and smiled.

	"Damn. Hard taskmaster this week," he said cheerfully. "I'm surprised you weren't at the social as well... everything... alright?"

	"What?" she said whipping round to face him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

	Her glare, hands on hips and chest out, was frightening, and he regretted asking the question.

	"Oh no... nothing coach just... you know, just checking you're feeling alright!"

	"Oh... right, sure," she responded warily, turning back to the entrance.

	"So... you're all good?"

	"Perfect," said Jane like she'd just agreed to having her kidneys removed without anaesthetic.

	Kevin nodded sheepishly and decided it was probably best to leave her to it, and went to get ready with the rest of the team.

	Jane looked at her watch. Two minutes past. She should probably start the session.

	She tapped her foot. Maybe just a bit longer.

	Suddenly a flash of red appeared in the distance. Her gaze honed in.

	Freddie.

	Jane's heart started beating steadily like a drum, tempo increasing as he gently hove into view.

	'Is he running in slow motion or is that just in my head?' she thought to herself.

	Sweat was plastered on Freddie's brow as he ran up to her.

	"Hey... Sorry I'm late Ja... Coach," he said, breathing heavily.

	Jane pouted her lips to kiss him, and then immediately wiped it off her face. Everyone was here, just do your thing. Act natural.

	"Freddie... Nice to see you," she said in a clipped tone.

	Fred gave her an apologetic look that made her want to flatten him onto the ground and breed him.

	"Sorry Coach... I promise I won't do it again," he said.

	Jane smiled at him, but then slowly dropped the smile because she never smiled at people who were late, and Freddie was late, and if people realised she had smiled at him for being late, they might work out that she had fucked him in the ass.

	The feeling of a rough tongue on her ballsack slipped through the defences in her mind and she shuddered. Her cock, tucked back between her legs, began to awaken and she tried to curb her arousal with horrible images in her head; The box scene from the film 'Seven', that roadkill she had seen last week, the worst pain she had ever experienced breaking her leg as a teenager,... Anything to stop her from busting out a hard on in front of the whole fucking community.

	Fred saw her frantic expression and nodded with a worried look before jogging over to join the rest of the team.

	Maybe she was just paranoid, but some of them were looking at her oddly, especially Terry who was grinning a little too widely for her liking.

	Jane narrowed her eyes. 'Okay then you sacks of shit', she thought, 'time to put you through a session you won't be forgetting in a hurry.'

	"OKAY PEOPLE, IT'S FITNESS DAY."

	Everyone let out a huge groan.

	"You heard me," she snapped. "Kevin, take them around the pitch, I want one normal lap, followed by intervals, take my stopwatch to keep count, I'm going to set out the beep test here."

	Kevin nodded, walking over to the group.

	"She is definitely pissed at something", he said to Terry, who grinned at him and gave a subtle squeeze on his right butt cheek.

	"Hi to you too."

	Kevin only just managed to keep the grin off his face as he called the team over and began to lead them round the field, away from Coach Matherson.

	Jane watched as they set off, her eyes snapping automatically to Fred's sweet ass tensing and ballooning in the sports pants. She bit her lip.

	'God bless America,' she thought as he huffed along with the rest, looking slightly leggier than usual.

	To be fair, he'd probably had to deal with quite an adjustment physically after their previous encounter... It felt a bit mean to make him do so much cardio with all she had put him through this week...

	She smiled and stopped walking towards the cones that she had been about to lay out. Hell, she could change her mind if she wanted to, right?

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	Freddie tried to jog normally but parts of him that he'd never paid attention to before felt fairly sensitive today. Jesus. His ass was still sore from Thursday. That was insane. Had his body been ruined by Jane's dick? It was still crazy that thoughts like this were even going through his mind. Did this happen to girls?

	Terry was beside him, and she was grinning again as they jogged gently through the muddy browns and leafy greens of the softball pitch. She came in close and spoke into his ear.

	"Holy shit, she is totally into you!" she said.

	"Not now," hissed Freddie. The last place to have a conversation about this was in the middle of their teammates. Sometimes he really wished Terry would know when and where to discuss these things, instead of blurting it out whenever she felt like it.

	They reached the end of the first lap, and the first interval hit. As soon as Kevin signalled, the pack began to sprint, ten seconds of all-out pumping, Terry managing to get a few feet of distance ahead of Freddie as he furiously threw his body forward. Damn lanky girl... Just because she has longer legs, he thought bitterly.

	They flew across the pitch until Kevin called out, slowing them to walking pace for ten seconds, before beginning the cycle again, up to jogging. Quickly it became a gruelling endeavour, and people were beginning to pant as the intervals made it impossible to settle into an easy rhythm, forcing heartrates to rise and legs to burn with lactic acid.

	Freddie tried to keep up, but the sensitivity of his asshole was stopping him fully pushing his speed and he was falling behind with Charlene, a dark-skinned mother of three, and Dean. Close behind them all was Bob, a large blond-haired teen and one of the youngest in the group, face already beading with sweat as he moved his pudgy legs as fast as they could go.

	'Jesus, fucked into last place. Who would have thought?' Fred said to himself, feeling exposed, cheeks red with sweat droplets beginning to worm their way down his neck.

	Suddenly the runners up ahead stopped.

	'Only two laps?'

	When he finally caught up Jane was there, standing beside a bucket of balls.

	"Rolling drill! Everyone grab a glove and get into one line, Kevin, please grab a few balls for me whilst I give the demonstration."

	Some of the group raised their eyebrows at the sudden U-turn but offered no complaints, happy enough to not be continuing the lung-busting run.

	Jane stepped to the front of the line being formed.

	"Okay let's get a volunteer...

	She looked across the group. There was only one face that stuck out.

	"F... Freddie, come up here."

	Freddie jogged up to her and a little smile formed at the corners of his mouth.

	Jane wondered how big his smile would be if she put her cock inside it.

	She shook her head. Get a grip.

	"Right... stand here, yes that's it B...

	She slipped over her tongue as she almost called him bitch in front of everyone... Not the time to bring his nickname back into the public domain.

	"B... eeecause we'll be doing rolling drills. Yes.. so rolling drills."

	The words came back to her and she felt herself relaxing a little bit.

	"The aim is to get down to the ball sharply, we'll be doing front and side throws, so make sure you turn when you're running, don't just sidestep to it."

	She put her hands on Freddie's hips.

	"You want... you want your hips to be facing the ball...

	She squeezed Freddie's sides. He felt so soft. So ready.

	"Uh...

	Blood was rushing to her groin. Her lip was trembling.

	"So that's it... She let go of Freddie's hips and immediately walked over to Kevin, who was standing confused with a ball in his hands.

	Freddie looked behind him at the rest of the team, who were all looking on with puzzled expressions. He put his head down and began walking sheepishly to the back of the line. He noticed Terry who raised her eyebrows at him and mouthed 'Wow'.

	"Get in line," Coach Matherson said quickly to Kevin, not looking him in the eye.

	"Coach... are you sure you're okay?"

	Jane's eyes became pools of fiery vengeance as she fixed him with her gaze.

	"Get. In. Line."

	Kevin gulped and dropped the ball in the basket, jogging to the back of the Queue and taking his place behind Freddie, who was still trying to ignore the embarrassment at how awkward Jane was being, but also how exciting it was to have her squeezing his hips. He felt like her dirty little secret.

	"Dude, she okay?" said Kevin, watching Jane as she began rolling balls across the ground for each person to collect and throw into the target net nearby. They began going in a circle, joining the back of the line after each throw.

	Freddie tensed up.

	"No idea, how would I know? I'm not her boyfriend or anything."

	He winced and fell silent.

	Kevin raised an eyebrow. Clearly he'd missed something. Then again, he had been pre-occupied recently. He smiled as Terry ran past him to the back of the line.

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	Jane was screaming at herself in her head as she rolled a ball through to Charlene, who quickly got down to the ball and put a powerful throw to the centre of the net.

	'What are you doing Jane?'

	Fred was making her brain melt like ice cream on a summer's day. It felt like her cock was going to explode every time she saw his bashful expression, his dainty hands, the way he stood so coyly, the little slut.

	Just relax, stop focusing on Fred...

	'You got this', she told herself. Do what you do best.

	"Yes Stacey, THERE we go!" she said, as Stacey rifled a ball home. Easy. Be the coach. She watched Dean smother a ball and fumble it slightly before throwing into the net.

	"Watch it Dean, eyes on the ball until it's in your hand!"

	The team began running through the drill and everything seemed to click into place.

	"Okay, nice Bob, good feet"

	She looked at the next thrower, and beautiful, wide eyes stared back at her. The ball slipped from her hand, and her lips suddenly felt numb.

	"Shit," she muttered picking the ball up.

	She flung the ball at Freddie so quickly that it nearly took his head off.

	He jerked sharply to the right, nearly falling over as some of the team let out gasps of surprise.

	"Sorry... ," she said awkwardly, grabbing another ball.

	Fred watched with a worried expression as she rolled a second ball so pathetically that it came to a halt a good metre short of his feet. He jogged over, unable to avoid her electric blue eyes which gazed awkwardly into his soul, and picked it up, tossing his ball a clear metre wide of the net.

	Terry watched the fiasco in front of her. They were like rabbits dancing in each other's headlights.

	"Good job," said Jane in a clipped tone as Freddie moved to the back of the line sharply so he wouldn't have to endure all the confused faces staring again.

	Dean, who had been watching from the middle of the line, looked at Freddie and then at Coach Matherson with a baffled expression.

	"You sure?" he called out.

	Jane narrowed her eyes

	"Catching practice is over, INTERVALS!" she barked.

	Everyone groaned.

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	An hour or so later, Fred looked up from his phone. It looked like everyone had gone except Terry, Kevin and Coach Matherson. In the distance he could see Paris the masseuse and Jonny the personal trainer in the carpark, trying and failing to look inconspicuous next to each other. Probably stretching their legs after another Gym closet session, he thought idly to himself.

	Jane had just gone into the clubhouse, whilst Terry was next to the gate, busy playing with her hair, laughing at something Kevin had said. He reckoned he could finally go and see Jane without bumping into anyone, and slipped over to the clubhouse.

	He approached the door and peered through the window. There she was, pacing the floor, occasionally shoving a box of equipment into the storage room. Her blond hair was messy where she'd been running her hands through it, her expression lost in thought.

	Freddie's heart trembled. She was so beautiful.

	She must have felt someone watching out of the corner of her eye, as she looked up in surprise. A large smile spread across her face as she saw who was at the door.

	Fred felt his heart hit another gear in his chest. He bit his lip and entered, hastily locking the door behind him.

	Jane opened her arms wide, beckoning him to her. He needed no further invitation, and sprinted over, jumping into her arms. Their lips crushed against each other as they both frantically sought the taste of their lover. Fred put his legs around her and she lifted him off the floor with her hands clutching his ass as their kisses deepened.

	"Fuck me," Fred moaned between kisses, and Jane couldn't believe how demure Fred had become. It was something even her wildest dreams had not conceived of.

	"You'd like that, wouldn't you bitch," she said grinning, digging her fingernails into his pants, wanting to claw them off him.

	"Yes," he said earnestly, "Fuck me Mummy,"

	"Yeeesssss," moaned Jane as Fred ground his hard-on against her awakening beast.

	She set him down on the table and broke their kiss, and Fred immediately leaned back so she could remove his trousers and underwear, which Jane did with zealous enthusiasm.

	She ripped them off, exposing his pale, soft thighs, rubbing her hands up and down and sliding a finger underneath, teasing his asshole. His dick looked adorable tucked up against his smooth belly, and Jane took a moment to fawn over it, planting gentle kisses along the desperate, throbbing baby carrot.

	Freddie cooed as she paid some loving attention to his genitals. She licked her tongue carefully around the sides of his mushroom, teasing and coercing. Occasionally she would spit a wad of saliva onto it and spread it with her tongue, making it slick from top to bottom. He gasped, surprised as she buried her face in his testicles, moaning and sucking at everything she could lay her lips on.

	Fred felt a tiny spurt of precum dribble out of his erection and had a hazy thought that he could die happy right now, his cherries being attacked by Jane's sloppy sucking and smooches.

	Jane then did something that blindsided him.

	Stepping out of her sports leggings, her hard-on waving out and into the air in front of her, she climbed onto the table, straddling him, and reached underneath to grasp his dripping cock.

	Fred opened his mouth in surprise and let out a moan of satisfaction and shock... as she slowly lowered herself down, guiding his dick to her asshole. She smiled down at him as she did it. He felt some pressure at her anal ring and then she relaxed something inside, and suddenly he was past her tight entrance. She let out a small breath and then fully sat down on his cock, bringing out a large moan, more the feeling of giving herself over to him than the penetration of the cock itself.

	Fred squirmed with excitement, this being the first time he had ever been inside a woman, and he bucked his hips up. Jane moaned as he pressed up into her ass (barely). It was the loveliness and enthusiasm exuding from Fred that made her heart beat faster, made the raging cock in front of her throb. He was so ecstatic to be fucking her that it made her want to cry with happiness.

	Fred was beside himself, his brain having to process the sensation of Jane's tight sphincter wrapped around his manhood. He tried to press his hips up and roll her over, and she giggled to herself as he failed to budge her a single inch. She allowed herself to be pushed sideways when he tried again, shifting her weight off his hips, and gasped as she landed on her back like he'd taken her breath away with his strength.

	Fred's lip quivered as he ended up on top of her, her balls against his hips and her legs pushed up so that she was completely exposed, in a position to be fucked. Her cock was resting on her belly spouting pre-cum onto her tits. She began to rub her own sperm over her breasts, lapping at the jizz that squirted up to the top of her chest, and Fred desperately tried not to cum as she squeezed her asshole a little tighter.

	Jane felt him tense and decided not to be cruel, loosening her hole and pausing her provocative display whilst he regained his breath. He had waited his whole life for this after all.

	"Is everything alright baby?" said Jane caringly.

	"Yes... yes Jane... everything's perfect," said Fred in a strained voice as he managed to hold back the cum being readied in his balls.

	"Good... now fuck me," she said in a seductive voice.

	Fred's mouth opened wide and he thrust his hips as far forward as possible, burying all three glorious inches inside Jane's ass.

	Jane wasn't hurt at all by this intrusion, but she cried out anyway and grabbed hold of his shoulders, moaned into his neck as the rhythmic slaps of his hips on her ass began to echo quietly around the room. The feeling of letting Fred in was glorious, and she revelled in the feathery weight of his body on top of hers, his passion and desire for each and every inch of her written over his boyish features.

	Fred was in heaven. Jane's nails dug into his shoulders as he gyrated his hips, an excited rabbit who had finally found the carrot of it's dreams.

	Jane was squeezing and bucking her hips back into him, and every time his hips went forward her tight, bulging ass cheeks cushioned it, pillowing his impact into a weak slap.

	Fred felt his confidence rising as Jane moaned and bucked underneath him. He took his hand from her thigh and gave a pathetic spank on her right butt cheek. Jane paused in confusion, and then gasped a split second later once she figured out what he was trying to do. He spanked her cheek again a little harder, this time to the point where she could actually feel the sting, and she cried out in surprise and delight, staring at him as he smiled sheepishly.

	"Fred!" she exclaimed in shock, unable to keep the glee from her features. The sprouting belief in Fred seeming to make his light frame even more buoyant. Her beautiful, strong Freddie.

	"Oh, sorry, was I too hard?" He asked nervously, rubbing the spot where he had spanked her.

	Jane had to suppress a snort of derision, and just about held it in, her eyebrows furrowing as she brought her face back under control.

	"No baby," she said, composing herself, "I think I've been a naughty girl."

	Fred uttered a low mewl of suppressed delight.

	"I think I need to be punished."

	Her voice was like a warm liquid pouring into his ears, and his cock twitched.

	"Yeah," he said earnestly. "Yeah, I'm gonna punish you Mummy."

	His hands grasped the backs of her knees and pushed so that her legs were up by her shoulders, and her lower half was totally exposed.

	Fred pumped his hips, getting slightly deeper with this new, intrusive angle, deep enough that it made Jane moan slightly, and she sat back and watched her pup bury himself in her ass, the gentlest, most loveable young man in the world trying to empty his nutsack into her butthole. She cooed as he made a series of jerking thrusts, all three inches of dick being withdrawn and shoved back into her.

	God he was so inexperienced, it was like watching a baby gazelle learn to walk, and Jane was lost in tender affection as he looked into her eyes with ecstasy clear on his features, bucking his hips wildly so that his penis was undulating in and out of her as fast as his slight frame could manage.

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	Stacey sniffed as she jogged back to the clubhouse. Today of all days, she had left her wallet behind. She was already late for wine tasting night (which in reality usually meant gossiping with her girlfriends all evening as they guzzled a few bottles). Charlene was joining them as well, and Stacey already knew that girl would probably have a whole raft of juicy stories ready to tell. She racked her brains for where she could have left it. It had definitely been with her before training started...

	Stacey made her way up the path, checking to see if she had dropped the wallet on the way out and found herself approaching the clubhouse door. She was about to grab the doorhandle when her ears began picking up odd sounds, getting louder and louder, emanating from inside.

	She scrunched her eyebrows together. There better not be any funny business going on. As a member of the neighbourhood watch, she felt obligated to confront any anti-social behaviour to the local peace... Still, best not put herself at too much risk.

	She carefully sidled up to the window of the door and peeked in. What she saw made her gasp, before she clamped her hand to her mouth, retracting her head as if her eyes had been stung by killer bees.

	The two figures inside had barely noticed, too busy rutting away. They were both naked, and Stacey had also had the shock of seeing a boy's open ass, whilst he was pumping away at some girl! She was shocked, but nonetheless peered back in to see if she could glimpse who was having sex in the clubhouse...

	The guy looked kind of small... brown hair... Oh GOODNESS, it was Freddie!

	Part of her was impressed he'd actually managed to entice a female of the species at all, and there was no doubt they both seemed pretty keen. She couldn't make out much of the lady except for the fact that she seemed to be much taller than him, athletic, and pretty flexible.

	She narrowed her eyes... They looked like they were both thoroughly enjoying themselves. She watched as Freddie pumped up away manically.

	He wasn't exactly Casanova. Wait until she told the rest of the t...

	Her eyes would have popped out of her skull if they had gone any further. She had just managed to catch a glimpse of the face beyond Freddie's gyrating thrusts.

	It was Coach Matherson.

	Stacey's eyes were locked on the two figures as they grunted and writhed, her hands frozen in utter shock. This was unbelievable. She could just about see the blond hair and toned cheeks, but it was definitely her. How had Freddie managed to entice a woman like Matherson? This kind of thing definitely didn't happen often round here.

	She tore herself from the door and nervously began powerwalking in the direction of the gate. She could pick up the wallet tomorrow.

	Just wait until Charlene and the girls heard about this.

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	Fred was sweating. It rolled down the sides of his face, and he wiped it away, putting his hands back on Jane's thighs and tenderly kneading the muscles whilst grinding away at her backside.

	It was a beautiful sight, and Jane could do nothing but watch and touch herself at the sight of her ass being humped by Fred. She grabbed hold of her huge dong and started jerking it, bucking her hips (as much as she could whilst being folded in half), so that Fred could hit her as hard as possible with his baby cock.

	The sound of her fist wanking up and down her thick shaft was like someone slapping a huge piece of raw meat, a loud, filthy *Thwap* *Thwap* *Thwap* that completely stole Fred's attention. He could only ogle at the filthy sight of Jane milking herself with an expression of pure ecstasy. Even when he had his dick inside her she still brutally unmanned him.

	Freddie landed another spank on Jane's tush, and she growled at him, her blood up. A part of her was so enamoured at his enthusiasm and flowering belief that it genuinely made her want to be his sweet lover girl, a gentle flower, and another part wanted to flip him over and pummel him with her Daddy dick until he couldn't remember his own name.

	She let out a long undulating moan as she put both hands into rapidly jerking her monster shaft, and Fred closed his eyes and screamed as she squeezed her arse sharply around the hilt of his penis, crushing the notion of control from him as he began to spew his load into her rectum. The feeling of release was all-consuming. Fred's hips were grinding against Jane's tight butt-cheeks, and his hands pawed at the left, and then the right in a constant cycle as he spent his semen in her waiting anus.

	She watched him spasm on top of him and it drove her wild that he was still her bitch, even when fucking her ass. Jane felt her own balls tighten, and the sensation of ecstasy crashed through her as cum exploded out of her cock, a volcanic eruption that splurged all over Jane's upper body as she writhed, mouth open as she hosed herself with her own jizz. It landed on her tongue and she tasted her own salty tang, her balls loosened like a rubber band which had finally been released and flung across the room, and all of the tension spouted out from her cock, fountaining onto her tits and face.

	Fred's movements ground to a halt as the last drops of his love found their way into Jane's crevasse, watching dreamily as she whimpered into a growing mouthful of semen. Ten glorious seconds of Jane's hose pipe dousing herself in hot cream finally came to a finish with a slow trickle of jizz from her slit drooping down into the sea of white, Fred's lover submerged beneath an ocean of spunk.

	They both breathed slowly. They'd fucked in the clubhouse, less than an hour after training, where anyone could walk in and see them covered in hot cum. This was insanity.

	Jane wiped a deep layer of spunk from her eyelids, and opened them gingerly, blinking the last vestiges of cum from them. She felt like she was wearing a liquid shirt, and she took in the sight of Freddie trying not to smile too loudly as he bashfully rubbed his hands up and down her thighs.

	Freddie opened his mouth.

	"You... look like a work of art," he said softly, grinning.

	Jane blurted out a rough laugh.

	"Oh do I? Well it's not finished yet," she said as she grabbed him under the armpits and pulled him on top of her, wrapping her legs around so that his whole upper body was smothered in the white coat of cum on her chest.

	Fred squealed with laughter as she began to roll on top of him, trying to push her off and utterly failing as she wiped her face on his cheeks and hair, her tits on his chest, depositing large portions of ejaculate onto every bit of him that she could reach. They both giggled as they rolled around, wrestling with each other.

	The air was thick with sweat and bodily fluids as the couple merged into a ball of squabbling, doting silliness.

	Jane smeared her face into his hair, belly flopping completely onto Fred who felt the wind go out of his lungs slightly, and she kissed him a few times on his cheeks and forehead, eventually pulling back, smiling.

	"Now THAT's art," she grinned.

	Fred was now covered in a healthy sheen of glistening fluid. He lay there, warm milky white on his skin, smiling, defeated, and content. He reached up and rubbed his hands up and down her belly, making small circles over her skin, around her belly button, across the powerful abdominal muscles lurking under a thin layer of fat.

	"Hey... Jane," said Fred sheepishly.

	"Yes Fred?" she said, wiping a glob of jizz from his nipple and sucking it, which made him blush.

	"would you like to go... I mean... are you free tonight? For a drink?"

	Jane's eyebrows rose.

	'That is so cute.'

	"Well let's not go down to the local bar just yet...

	Fred looked a little crestfallen at this response.

	Jane smiled.

	"But... I have some drinks at my place. Sound good?"

	Fred's face lit up.

	"Yes M... yes Jane," he said.

	She trilled and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. Fred tried to explore her mouth, but she shoved him back.

	"Not now... Later, my sweet bitch," she said with an amused look on her face.

	Jane lifted herself to her feet and let out a small breath of satisfaction, her now-limp cock swinging around in front of her as she sauntered over to a bag in the corner. She caught him staring out of the corner of her eye and a sultry look crossed her face. Widening her legs, she performed a stripper bend forwards to her bag.

	Fred drank in the sight as she bent over, her back straight, legs much wider than necessary, exposing the cum trickling from her open asshole and crack as she leant forward, searching slowly and meticulously through her bag. Her big dick swung back and forth gently underneath, an obscene third leg in the centre of this visage.

	It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen, Jane straight legged, jizz dripping down onto her balls, making them look like two shiny marbles clinging together, one droplet running further, parallel to a long blue vein on the side of her dick, a translucent trail creeping down the side of a beast.

	Jane retrieved her towel and stood up. She turned into Fred's doughy eyed gaze.

	'He is just insanely cute', she thought to herself as Freddie sighed, in his own little world of Matherson.

	She flung the towel over, covering his face.

	"Clean up. Exhibition's closed."

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	The car ride to Jane's place was silent apart from the rumble of the engine, Jane keeping her eyes firmly on the road so that she wouldn't be distracted by Freddie's aura, and before long they had arrived at a modern looking square building, with pleasant smooth surfaces and balconies on a number of flats overlooking the surrounding residences. A small forest sprouted up behind it, surrounding the mini-car park and forming a pleasant backdrop to the quaintness of the houses around them.

	Freddie stepped out into the small grey square and felt a drop of rain, casting his eyes up to the clouds loitering overhead. A hand appeared at his side and gripped him, and he found himself being led into the house by Jane, who was clearly not bringing him in on the pretence of having a quiet chat, her face lined with anticipation. She guided him around the small block of flats to the entrance, a glass doorway. The grip on Freddie's side was uncompromising, and he found himself being unceremoniously pressed into the front of the door as her other hand swung in to take a firm hold on his peeking love handles.

	Jane began grinding her hips into his butt so that they were dry humping up against the doorway. Delighting in the openness of their demented act, Freddie began to push his ass back excitedly into her crotch, and he found himself getting even more roughly humped, his face and chest squeezed against the glass as Jane spanked him up against the entrance to her home.

	"Oh!"

	His breath plumed on the glass as she struck him with her palm, the sound lewd and unnatural in the quiet suburban air.

	*Smack*

	Freddie whined into the glass, the hard pole in Jane's trousers pressing his cheeks hard as her hips ground into him.

	"I'm going to breed you tonight bitch," she hissed into his ear, pumping a few violent thrusts into him, before slamming her key card against the receptor, and Freddie almost fell to the floor as the door swung open.

	Jane was about to jump on top of him when a door opened, revealing two of Jane's downstairs neighbours stepping into the hall. They seemed to have been in the middle of an argument as they spotted Freddie red-faced, panting on his knees, and gawped in surprise at the odd sight. Jane promptly turned away so Jonathon and Sandra wouldn't see the obvious bulge in the front of her pants.

	Jonathon, a tallish, blond haired man with a kind face, managed to plaster a polite grin on his face, whilst Sandra, a brunette with impenetrable grey eyes that seemed a bit more nuanced, gazed at the two of them. They were wearing casual, but stylish attire, stuck in almost comically static poses between steps.

	"Hey there Jane," said Jonathon in an overtly cheerful tone. "Ah... Everything alright?"

	Jane smiled as if the world they were living in had replaced all tarmac with candy floss.

	"Oh absolutely," she said brightly, still awkwardly turned away from them towards the building entrance. "It's a ghastly day out."

	She gestured at the weather like she was observing a fine painting on the wall.

	Jonathon and Sandra nodded slowly in agreement whilst looking down at Freddie, who stood up and bashfully moved to the side so they could get past.

	"Right well, ah... careful with the step there buddy!" said Jonathon in an overly chipper tone to Fred.

	"Sure," muttered Fred, who could feel Jane sliding behind him so she could hide her probably quite large protuberance.

	Jonathon nodded and walked briskly out to the car, and Sandra followed, stopping next to Jane as she did so.

	"I'm happy for you... he seems nice," she said, flashing a smile before hurrying outside.

	Jane's expression snapped to one of complete shock, eyebrows sky high and mouth open as Sandra hurried off, and it took her a moment to realise Fred had intertwined his hand with hers. She looked at him and he gave a gentle squeeze.

	"She's right... I am nice," he said grinning.

	Jane snorted and rolled her eyes.

	"Just because we're having sex doesn't mean you're God's gift to women mister," she said, pulling him towards the stairs. "Now hurry up, because I've got a present that needs urgent unwrapping."

	Fred felt exhilarated as she almost dragged him up the stairs, such was her impatience to bring him into her flat. She was so focused that she growled in frustration when she couldn't find the right key for her front door, and Fred added to her exasperation by sliding his hands along the edge of her throbbing crotch. When she finally clicked the latch her self-control threw itself off a cliff, and she barged into her flat, grabbing Fred and throwing him onto the floor. The door was slammed so hard it nearly broke the hinges. Before Freddie could even process what had happened, a caged tiger pounced on him, grappling him into the soft, cream coloured carpet.

	Fred cried out in surprise as Jane shoved him onto his back and ripped his t-shirt apart like it was made of paper. His softball shorts and boxers suffered a similar fate, the whole front torn off, exposing his soft flower and adorable penis just waiting to be abused. A small ripple of fear travelled through his extremities as Jane knelt between his now naked legs with unsated lust thundered across her features.

	He had never seen her like this.

	In one smooth movement her shirt was gone, revealing her supple breasts, and she stood up and flung her pants down, wearing nothing but her birthday suit as she dropped onto him. Freddie watched her unceremoniously sling her monster cock so that it was prodding straight at his asshole, sending nervous contortions through his puckered anal ring.

	"Jane," whimpered Fred as Jane lined him up, "maybe we should go to the bedrooOOHHHHH-!"

	Jane pressed herself into him in one vicious motion, no energy wasted as the lubrication provided by her pre-cum proved ample to squeeze her phallus snugly into Fred's warm hole. Freddie shrieked as ten inches of meat slid up inside him, and his entire body tightened around it, hugging it for survival. There was no loving gaze, no gentle words from Jane who snarled, teeth bared as she pumped her hips out and snapped them back in like she was trying to stab him, as if not having her cock in him for a millisecond was insulting to her very core.

	She grabbed his legs and widened them so that they both could see each and every inch of the meaty snake which started to plunge rapidly in and out of his anus. Freddie had the weirdly specific feeling of Jane's cock having a slight ridge at the base of it's mushroomed head, which seemed to pull back across an extremely sensitive spot like a fleshy cock ring, making him automatically arch like a bow. That one feeling kept making him taut, like the touch of a finger to a wet pussy.

	"Oh, fu... MPPPHHH!"

	Jane began to pump her hips, butt cheeks flexing, back tightening in a hypnotic, speedy rhythm that was more akin to a sprinter than a marathon runner, the aim for immediate satisfaction rather than slow burning love as she pounded away with wanton abandon at Freddie's mesmeric butt.

	Fred tried to speak but he'd forgotten how words worked, and the rapid-fire destroyer kicked the air from his lungs with each hilting. The feeling of her dick in him was just so good. It was like being dragged back into heaven, a fulfilment that overpowered his senses like the most dangerous drug, hooking him back to that indefinable, perfect moment.

	The cavewoman look on Jane's face was one of near starvation, and it never wavered except for when a particularly pleasurable thrust would send shivers back up the length of her spine, spreading her lips in a demented 'O'. Freddie began convulsing from her vicious thrusts, his body so easily stimulated that after a few seconds of aggressive drilling he had begun to go slightly cross-eyed.

	Jane was frothing at the mouth. She dug her toes into the carpet and angled downwards, trying to make him feel as much of her love as she could, crushing him into the carpet as the thick sausage sawed up the insides of his anal wall, sending shockwaves coursing through the slight frame beneath her. The thick, mushroomed head pummelled against his prostate as she attacked it maliciously so that his whimpers grew louder and louder until he was screaming. Jane didn't stop, in fact she couldn't stop. Her legs were simply part of a machine, gyrating pistons in a high-powered engine, her arms stabilising for smooth traction, her cock the vengeful pounding source of desire as she ploughed Fred like a pneumatic drill.

	Freddie's whole body rocked backwards every time her hips slammed into his buttocks, and Jane's jaw clenched as she watched him oscillate to the rhythm of her thrusts. There were tears running down Fred's cheeks as she molested the deepest parts of him with her God-cock, and she roared into his face as she claimed her prize, endorphins coursing through her body in a flood of sexual gratification.

	Both lovers made loud, lewd sounds into the still air, filling it with a cocktail of fear, fury and pleasure as their bodies became one. Each snap of her hips was like a lightning bolt to Freddie's abdomen, the slurping sound of pre-cum flooding his butthole; He could feel it greasing the skin of Jane's penis as she slid past his abused ring, like a wet, throbbing salami.

	"OOGHH!"

	It was almost too much for Fred to take in.

	A light sheen of sweat was beginning to dapple his forehead, the movement and rhythm of getting animalistically fucked by Jane taxing his weak frame. The strangely sterile smell of Jane's home was being invaded by the smell of sex, the taint of sweat, whilst Fred keened to himself, a soft call of delight tinged with fear. Tiny thoughts popped into his head in-between each lurid slapping connection of their bodies.

	*THWAP*

	'OH'

	*THWAP*

	'So deep.'

	*THWAP*

	'Breed me Mommy.'

	The animal on top of Freddie was hammering him at a furious pace, and he found himself trying to reach up to her as she drove herself in, a tiny trickle of drool beginning to run down the side of his mouth. Both arms remained motionless, and he tried to push himself to not give in completely, clinging to his masculinity in her violent world, but finding his soul empty of it. What had once been pride was now nothing but slutty deference to his lover's whim.

	He clung to the furry carpet and stared at the ceiling, but he wasn't seeing anything - There was only the persecuting dick sliding back into him, relentless, always returning. He could almost see her long white shaft with the pink, shiny top rearranging his insides and he let out an unbidden squeal as she punished him for loving her, for being her beautiful boy.

	*schllick schllick schlick*

	For the next few minutes the wet slaps of sweaty skin on skin became the only sound in the dead silence of Jane's pristine home, as Fred no longer had the lung capacity to scream and was simply splayed out, legs in the air, eyes bulging from the pressure of being dicked.

	Jane milked him. Fiery eyes of someone he didn't know looked down at him, and the intensity was frightening. There was a madness there, a true dominant monster that he had never witnessed before. She eyeballed him as she did it; like the thought of just fucking him wasn't enough, like she was trying to fuck his soul from his body. He simply lay back and took that dick like it was the only thing that mattered.

	"Yeah... Yeah," muttered Jane, who knew she had Fred pacified like a baby with a dummy in it's mouth. She wasn't really speaking to him, more to herself, because the boy she was fucking was clinging onto the carpet, suffering multiple orgasms and drooling. Anyone who had seen the sight would have assumed the most brutal of rapes was occurring, such was the malevolence with which Jane was treating him, until they noticed the creepy smile curled onto Fred's face. Her young slut arched, shivering as his cock began to spew strings of translucent glue all over his chest, leaving thin snail trails glistening on smooth skin.

	Jane grunted, watching her boy trembling, peaking under her perfect cycle of delicious torment, and everything came to a juddering halt on her next thrust as the tightness of his asshole finally succeeded in extracting her first batch of cream. The climax that followed permeated through her entire being, her eager balls releasing as she let out a savage moan. Sperm flowed into Fred's anus like he was sitting directly on a fire hydrant, and Jane felt a huge pressure around her cock as Fred's eyelids began to flicker rapidly.

	Her thick soup sloshed into his bowels, belly beginning to distend slightly from all the liquid coursing into his butthole. A pitiful "Ugh," was all Fred could manage. He was being filled by a giant cock that was hosing at full blast all over the inner walls of his asshole, and he clung to the carpet as the bitter tang of jizz stung his nostrils, Jane grabbing his face so that he was forced to lock eyes with her electric blue spheres as she flooded him with her cum.

	"Look at me, LOOK AT ME," she snarled.

	His legs rocked back and forth but his body remained pressed between Jane's carpet and it's owner, an ocean of viscous spunk seeping through the distended entrance to Fred's body, spraying all over her groin as she watched him writhe beneath her, totally subsumed within her physical superiority.

	"FUUUUUUCCKKKKK!"

	The last vestiges of her load deposited themselves in Fred's tight hole, and Jane heaved a sigh of satisfaction as a few spasms rippled through Fred, who was still spread-eagled underneath her. She watched his gaze wander before coming back to her, his face melting into a dazed smile.

	Was he biting his lip?

	One of Jane's eyelids twitched.

	Mistake.

	She felt the tiger returning with a vengeance and lifted him up like a child, carrying him swiftly over to the dark sofa. Fred was only half-aware when he found himself being rotated on her cock and bent over a pillowy armrest, his rear uncompromisingly positioned with Jane's cock at the entrance once more.

	Fred keened, a begging, mourning sound that would have given most people pause for thought if the person in question sliding a huge penis back into him hadn't been Jane Matherson. She did it slower this time, causing a huge slurping noise as cum was sloshing inside his ass around the intruder. She made sure it was slow enough this time that he had to wait for what felt like an age for her to bottom out, an agonising slow entry, driving home the feeling of being broken in, sodomised by her sheer physical superiority.

	"Yeah, bitch," she breathed as she watched her previous ejaculate running down Fred's balls and inner thighs, making his entire rear look like it had been dipped in a bucket of molten wax.

	'Fu..fuck... ,' Fred mouthed, not quite having the motor skills to summon words anymore as Jane gently rotated her hips, opening back up her slutty boy that she knew was just waiting to take that deep dick again. Fingers snaked into his hair and tightened into a fist, pulling his head back as she reversed her hips. *Shlick*. A sopping wet anus spluttered as the thick rod was gradually pulled away, almost out of it's clutches, leaving just the head inside.

	Empty. That's how it felt to what was left of Fred. Like a hole that desperately needed filling. Jane waited a few more seconds, letting her boy squirm beneath her. Then she snapped her hips. A single strike of purposeful cock.

	Fred screamed. She had hilted straight into his prostate, arm flexing as she kept a firm grasp on his head.

	"Mmmm, is it good in your pussy darling?" Jane grinned as she rotated her hips again, making him swoon, knees weak, fingers grabbing hold of the couch to provide some stability, some form of comfort.

	She dug her heels in and began to rail him, and Fred convulsed as his prostate was once again being mercilessly attacked. "Tight fucking boy-pussy," she hissed as the pounding dick took it's toll on Fred's already orgasm-racked frame, and his legs collapsed. Jane didn't stop, she simply shoved him forwards with a thrust that sent his face fully down into the seat of the sofa, legs in the air as she slammed him over the armrest, machine-gun thrusts with slaps so fast that they sounded like an endless procession of spanking *THWAPS*, with malicious aligning of his hole so that she could dig as deep as possible into the pink goldmine of Freddie's hidden pleasure hole.

	Freddie was terrified, and in total euphoria. Taking a perfect, relentless dicking was one thing, but the real depth of obsession and love behind Jane's wild rutting drove his body to new levels of fear and delight; he felt like his bones might shatter under the brutal joy he was receiving.

	Time seemed to stand still as an endless series of orgasms crescendoed under his skin until Fred began to lose track of everything. When he came to he was bent over the kitchen counter, and Jane was massaging his balls even as she pumped short sharp nudges, barely leaving his anus before hilting again. Before he could speak she hit the spot again, everything went white and suddenly cool air was hitting his face.

	With a shock he realised he was being held on the balcony, hands subconsciously keeping hold of the railing even as Jane had one of his legs cocked under her elbow so she could enjoy a new angle with which to sodomize him. He managed to look back and her expression was one of furious determination. There was no wavering in her gaze, and he turned back to the street, the silent trees on the sidewalk their audience as they performed their ungainly dance of pleasure.

	A car came into view, and Fred felt a thrill run through him as he could make out a balding man fiddling with the radio whilst Jane's balls were openly slapping his own. He shuddered as his ring tightened around it's fleshy invader, and suddenly he was in the throes of another climax, a cry into the air that had just enough power to reach beyond his lips. Tiny ropes of cum ejected from his cock, some of it launching over the edge and some falling weakly on to the floor. Fred's body collapsed, held up only by his lover, and it was in almost a dream like state that he registered the pressure inside his butthole, meaning Jane must have filled him to the brim once more. There was a long slow release as the cum soup inside his ass was uncorked, and his anal ring squeezed tight in the vacuum left where Jane's huge cock had previously occupied. The river released like a stream down his thighs, over his balls, a warm, glistening waterfall of spunk.

	There were flashes as he briefly registered resting his head on Jane's shoulder as she stroked his cheek. Mixed within the comfort and warmth was something new... a vein of fear.

	He was sleeping in the arms of an animal.

	Fred felt the deepest of exhausted sleeps beckoning him. His eyelids had been replaced by anchors, and as they fused shut Freddie sniffed, his mind drifting off to a place of warmth and calm, even as the fire in Jane's eyes loomed, waiting for him in his dreams.

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	Fred's head felt heavy. Tortured muscles lifted what felt like a blanket made of stone, but what turned out to be a blanket made of... Blanket. He pushed at the soft material, and blearily forced one eye open. He could see the tiniest of wrinkles in a woman's neck. The warmth of the woman was all around him, and he realised he was clutching to her. It wasn't as inviting as he expected it to be. In fact he felt... Nervous?

	He gently pulled himself off of Jane, and stood up from the sofa where he had been sitting in her arms, before his legs promptly collapsed.

	He dropped to the floor, his legs shivering like they were being controlled entirely independent from one other.

	"Shit," he mumbled. His ass felt like it had been barbecued and drizzled in tabasco sauce.

	He felt foggy, but somehow he just knew he needed to leave...

	Fred began to crawl towards the door, and winced as jizz trickled from his asshole and onto the floor, leaving a trail on the carpet.

	He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do when he got there, but he could worry about it later. It took him a few minutes of slow crawling to get halfway. Somehow his muscles refused to respond, tired, aching slivers of meat that would have been easy food for a predator.

	Fred felt something moving towards him. He turned, legs failing him so that he ended up losing his footing. His back hit the carpet and he gazed up at Jane, standing triumphant above him.

	"That's fucking hot," she breathed.

	Light played in from the window, leaving half her face shrouded in darkness.

	"Let's get you cleaned up bitch."

	Fred winced. This time it hurt when she called him that.

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	Fred stood in the middle of the room, dressed humiliatingly in one of Jane's shirts, lacy underwear (her other underwear was too big, and he needed something comfortable against his asshole) and some old baggy cargo trousers which needed a belt to be adequately tight enough to fit around his waist. His old clothes had been thrown away, ripped apart as they were.

	Jane was humming to herself as she walked out in a scintillating combination of bra and short shorts. She began to busy herself in the kitchen whilst Fred continued to wait awkwardly.

	Jane checked the cupboard.

	'Flour, bowl, whisk... baking powder.'

	"Urm... Jane."

	'Butter, milk, eggs..'

	"Jane?"

	Jane cocked her head to the side as she laid out the ingredients on the granite surface.

	"Hmmm?"

	Fred was looking at her with a doleful expression.

	"Jane I... About yesterday...

	She grinned whilst pouring flour liberally into the glass bowl.

	"Yeah... I think I got carried away a little...

	"Yeah, you did...

	There was a nasty pause that Jane didn't notice, too busy preparing their breakfast.

	"I think I should go, if that's okay."

	Jane's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

	"Oh, really? I was going to cook us some...

	"I've got to go," he uttered, walking swiftly to the door and unlatching it.

	He took one look behind him and then closed the door with a gentle click.

	"... Pancakes," she finished, nonplussed.

	She stared at the place where Fred had been as a wad of butter slipped lamely from her knife, settling into the flour.

	
- Chapter 5 - Jane tries to win Freddie back, but gets carried away...

	The girl gasped as her neck was seized by the muscled man on top of her. It was done just enough to deprive the brain of oxygen, but not enough to make her pass out.

	"GHUGH!"

	"Yeah you like that, fuckin' bitch?" he grunted, slamming her pussy over and over with his engorged manhood.

	The girl couldn't hold it in and choked as she came, eyes rolling up as her walls tightened around the man's shaft. A gasp escaped him as he felt her juices flood his crotch and heaved an almighty moan, releasing himself whilst she spasmed around his cock, depositing his sticky seed in her womb.

	For a second the lovers were two thrusting, heaving animals, silhouetted in the window-light, before finally their orgasms receded.

	"Fuck," Kevin muttered, breathing heavily as he collapsed on top of Terry, who was smiling.

	"Was... was that okay?" he asked after a minute of cooling down.

	Terry laughed.

	"Fuck yeah it was, damn you know how to choke a bitch."

	Kevin blushed, which Terry found super-cute, stroking his shoulder.

	"You know, for someone with guns this big, it sure is difficult tryna to get you to use them."

	His blush intensified.

	"Well.. I just don't want to hurt you...

	Terry grinned in her maniacal way.

	"CHOKE ME FUCKFACE!" she cawed, and Kevin laughed.

	"No seriously," she said, her face becoming sultry, "Choke me, Daddy."

	Kevin's confusion at being called 'Daddy' almost broke her, but she maintained composure as he managed a firm expression and pushed his fingers gently across her throat.

	"Y-You like that?"

	"... Harder."

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	Jane looked over her new bed wearing a sober expression. So far sleeping had been the most exciting, and only, activity it had endured.

	'You should have brought him to the bedroom first.'

	She cursed.

	No, she should have controlled herself.

	The reinforced hardwood frame still glistened with new varnish, heavy feet planted into the carpet.

	'Finally a guy likes you, after ALL THESE YEARS... and you screw it up.'

	She clenched her jaw and traipsed back to the living room, ignoring the pullup bar as she grabbed her phone for the twentieth time that day and checked her messages. Too much to think about..

	Nothing.

	Jane dropped the phone, dejected.

	She had sent a barrage of messages in the first few days since she had last seen Freddie. Then once a day over the next week. Then one every few days. Still there had been no response.

	Jane glanced at her 'West Springfield Wildcats' jacket laid on the couch where Freddie had been bent over and railed, and the fact that practice was due to start in 5 minutes refused to enter her mind.

	'Stupid... Stupid... '

	She began to walk a slow circle into the carpet, seeing his sweet expression after she kissed him, instead of the sports-bag waiting by the door with deodorant, deep heat and a change of clothes.

	Maybe it wasn't over. Maybe she was overreacting, after all, he might even turn up for prac-

	Her eyes nearly exploded out of their sockets.

	'Oh shit.'

	Jane barrelled towards the front door like a whirlwind, slamming into it so hard that the frame creaked at the hinges.

	She couldn't be late... Jane Matherson hadn't been late since she was fourteen.

	There was a brief second of forgetting how handles worked before the door was wrenched open, and Jane slammed it shut, attempting to jam her key in the lock. After two failed attempts she decided that screw it, there wasn't time.

	The flurry of arms, legs, and blond cascaded down the stairs and out through the front entrance of the apartment building, diving into her Sedan.

	She gunned the engine and flew out of the quiet square, but the traffic seemed to sense her frustration and became agonisingly slow, Jane gripping the wheel with white knuckles, and after beeping her horn so often that she thought her ears might bleed, tore into the car park of the training ground, almost falling out of the driver's seat.

	Ten minutes late.

	The unkempt figure rampaged out onto a floodlit field, red-faced and frantic, surprising Stacey who made a noise like a cat being attacked by a vacuum cleaner.

	When she stopped in front of the scattered softball team midway through a drill being run by Kevin, she was unable to stop her eyes scanning the bemused faces for one in particular, but the one she sought did not appear.

	'No... of course he wouldn't be here... '

	She tried not to let her disappointment show.

	"I am... sorry everyone... really, I cannot believe it, I was...

	Nothing came to mind but Freddie.

	"..Uh...

	"Getting busy?" offered Dean.

	Jane flinched in surprise, her tone turning to steel.

	"... otherwise engaged."

	Dean wasn't particularly well built, at around 5'9, with a healthy gut, slight greys in his brown hair and beady eyes. Despite this he fancied himself far more than anyone else did, his snide remarks usually relegated to the periphery by Jane's authority; on this occasion however, he was looking quite pleased.

	She realised her cheeks were flushed, and felt strangely vulnerable in front of the watching faces, showing Dean a venomous glare before turning to their team captain, Kevin, waiting dutifully for her orders.

	"Thank you for taking charge Kevin."

	"No worries Coach, gotta make sure the troops stay in line!"

	Some of the assembly laughed.

	"You can keep me in line any day," muttered Terry as she sidled past, and Kevin blushed.

	"Right, well... Batting practice!" Jane called, enthusiasm settling back into her voice.

	Everyone jogged over to grab a bat as she leaned into Kevin, lowering her voice.

	"Thanks," Jane muttered.

	"All good."

	"Oh and Kevin... maybe tell Terry to keep it in her pants."

	He choked back an uncomfortable laugh.

	Behind them, Terry's jaw dropped in a disbelieving grin.

	"Fucking seriously? The nerve," she chuckled, before grinning and joining the rest of the team in a line in front of the batting nets.

	"Let's go," commanded Coach Matherson, "four groups, one for each net, one person pitches and then switches, we're looking for clean, low contact, no homers please Bob."

	The rotund figure of Bob blushed, having hit his first home run in the last match, and got a resounding chorus of approval as people were reminded of the moment.

	"Sure Coach."

	Jane's shoulders relaxed just a bit.

	'Okay, you're back, let's go.'

	"Yeah, like that's ever gonna happen again." quipped Dean.

	Bob's shoulders sagged a little bit at Dean's comment, much to the chagrin of Jane.

	'I guess if that idiot was going to pick a time to grow some balls it would be when I've fucked up.'

	Best ignore it for now.

	"Keep your eyes on the ball, watch the pitching motion and focus on the release point, the next match is coming up on Sunday so I want everyone sharp...

	Practice became much the same as usual, lack of Freddie aside, although Jane was less quick to snipe at any mishaps in light of her own failure. Occasionally she would glance at the entrance, expecting a slight figure to dash through the gates, but the entryway remained empty of gorgeous young men, and Jane resigned herself to the rest of the practice with a determination which eased into enjoyment (despite Dean's occasional remarks which seemed to be trying their best to puncture the mood.)

	She was almost in high spirits as the practice finished under the floodlights.

	"Well done guys, Charlene, great work, nice Bob, really coming along!"

	They filed out one by one, and one in particular stopped next to her, looking nervous as she wrestled with her backpack.

	Stacey, a member of the neighbourhood watch and as fit as any woman that Jane knew, let alone any in their mid-forties, had an apologetic look on her face.

	"Hey Stacey, what's up?"

	"Hi Coach... ah... I wanted to say...

	"Coach!"

	Jane's eyes snapped to Dean, calling her from the clubhouse.

	"Care to join me!"

	She narrowed her eyes.

	"One second!"

	She turned back to Stacey. "Go on?"

	The woman set her lips thin.

	"Oh, it's nothing... just... sorry...

	She tottered away, and Jane watched her go, worry creeping in. She had seemed quite uneasy.

	The short walk to the clubhouse brought her to the window, and it was empty but for one occupant, idly throwing a softball up and down as he waited.

	Jane opened the door and entered.

	"What is it?"

	"Oh," said Dean airily, "just wanted to see how our fantastic coach is doing."

	It was said in the manner of a cat playing with a mouse.

	"I'm quite well, thank you. Is that all?" she snapped.

	"Oh I don't know... IS that all?"

	A vein on her forehead began to pop, hands itching to tighten into fists.

	"Dean, do you actually have something to say?"

	"Well... quite frankly Jane, this team... I think it could be better."

	"I'm sorry?"

	"That is to say... I think things could run a little smoother."

	"Ah. So you brought me here to complain?"

	"You could say more advice, perhaps."

	"And what would your advice be?" she said acidly.

	He became eager, clutching the ball a little tighter and leaning in.

	"Well, if we want to compete with the top teams... maybe that fat kid...

	"You mean Bob?"

	"Yeah, Bob... well he's not exactly propping up the performances is he? You know, maybe he could train separately until he's lost his weight... same with Charlene as well...

	She had to hold back a growl.

	"..and Terry, I mean her catching really isn't the greatest asset either."

	Dean had always been a dick, but it appeared he was now getting ideas far above his station, and Jane had zero time for it.

	"Well thank you for your feedback, it has been noted, but this club is about inclusivity, and Terry has been one of our most consistent hitters all season, which more than makes up for her less-than-ideal fielding. If you want a hyper-competitive team then the Colts are just over town, maybe you should try out for them...

	She turned to stride away, but Dean stopped her with two words.

	"How's Freddie?"

	Her whole body turned to ice.

	"Excuse me?"

	Everything seemed tighter, the walls closer, air harder to pull into her lungs.

	"I was just wondering how he's doing... Been seeing any massage tables lately?"

	Her vision was going blurry, the words knifing her eardrums.

	"What... what has Freddie got to do with anything?"

	She tried to keep her tone level, but couldn't help a tremor in her throat.

	"Oh... just that I've heard rumours. Rumours of er... misconduct in the working environment."

	'He knows... He fucking knows.'

	"Just.. Just say what you want to say Dean or I'm going home, I don't have time for conjecture."

	Did he know about their indiscretions... or of her... assets, as well?

	He smirked.

	"Well I've heard crazy stuff... Folks saying they've seen you and little Freddie having some fun times in the facilities here...

	Jane's stomach was somewhere in her pelvis, whilst Dean's shit eating grin became wider, the shittiest, eatiest grin she had ever known.

	"And I don't know about the sanitary nature of any of it but... I mean, what would the rest of the team think? The saintly coach and the young protg...

	Jane tried to remain calm as seismic waves ripped through her bloodstream, adrenaline pounding through her veins.

	"Is that all?"

	He looked oddly at her.

	"Well, I think it's rather explosive, don't you?"

	'So he knows about us... and he doesn't seem to know there's a dick between my legs... that's something at least... '

	"Dean, what people do in their own time is none of your concern."

	"Well, I'm not sure everyone would see it that way... I mean from a professional point of view...

	"If you have a complaint to make, then make it," she said, and made to storm off.

	"Wait... I want to be captain!"

	Jane coughed, her reaction caught between shock and mirth as Dean adjusted his fringe to counter the receding hairline.

	"... seriously?"

	A sober look crossed his face.

	"What?"

	"You're blackmailing me to make you captain."

	He squirmed visibly, which pleased Jane.

	"I just think... things could be done a little better round here...

	She couldn't help a chuckle escaping as Dean's face began to redden.

	"You do realise the team voted for Kevin."

	"Well in my opinion they voted wrong."

	He clenched his jaw and Jane saw the steel in it.

	As hilarious as it was that Dean could be this pathetic, Jane knew having him as captain would be an ominous task. His views on 'motivation' consisted of backhanded compliments, snide comments, and in-your-face sergeant major style insults to 'toughen up' the recipient. She surmised that he had possibly watched one too many war films for his own good.

	"Well, I'm sorry but the team didn't vote for you Dean, so it's impossible."

	"No, you're the coach, you can change it... and if you won't make me captain, then I'll complain, and expose you for uh... i-indecent... Sex." he finished lamely.

	"..Interesting... and may I ask what evidence you have for this?"

	"I have witnesses."

	"Who."

	"Paris, the receptionist girl, and Stacey as well."

	Stacey. She had been looking guilty earlier... and now Jane knew why. Paris had looked odd too when they had seen her outside the massage parlour...

	Her shoulders sagged slightly.

	"And.. they told you what exactly?" she pressed, ashen-faced.

	Dean rubbed his nose.

	"Well they didn't say anything to me directly per-say... But word gets around. My wife enjoys a little drinks club with Stacey, and I take personal training with Johnny, who happens to be Paris' ah.. consort, shall we say."

	"Hang on... You have a personal trainer?"

	His face went red, and he adjusted his belly subtly.

	"Yes, what of it?"

	"Nothing," said Jane, feeling quite enjoyably cruel in that second.

	A nasty look crossed Dean's face.

	"Look, I don't want to be the bad guy, but I will if I have to... so just make me captain, Jane, that's the end of it."

	She bit back an expletive.

	"Excuse me... but my name to you is still Coach."

	"Ah... Right... Coach."

	He said the word like it was a glob of phlegm that needed to be hawked from his throat.

	"You know the team will be opposed to this?"

	"They'll come around. What this team needs is leadership, not this... this fluffy openness!"

	"That 'fluffy openness' as you call it, is the reason I am most proud of this team."

	The determination that remained on his face was one of a three-year-old toddler.

	"I... Didn't come to debate this. Things need to change, so make me captain, starting next week."

	She sighed, head thrown up in the air.

	'Well, considering what he knows, it could be worse... '

	"Fine," she sighed, trudging away before she had to endure his ecstatic mug basking in victory.

	"YES! YOU'VE MADE A GOOD CHOICE HERE, YOU WON'T REGRET IT!" he called after her, pumping his fist.

	Jane highly doubted that, but screw it, what choice did she have?

	'Relax... it'll be fine... It's not the biggest problem right now anyway.'

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	Fred threw his three slices of toast and one slice of untouched bread on a plate and slathered them in peanut butter.

	'I should probably get a job... '

	He sniffed as he munched on the first of his three and one pieces, staring at the kitchen sink piled high with empty dishes, almost blocking the window of light and leaving him swathed in semi-darkness.

	'... maybe tomorrow.'

	As he ate, he turned the same thing over and over in his head:

	'Did she even care?'

	It frustrated him that he couldn't remove her from his brain. Her face would appear as he was brushing his teeth, reflected in the shop window at the mall, her voice sneaking through his headphones whilst playing computer games...

	"Hey bro, any milk left?"

	The unheeded visage of one of his flatmates, Gareth, popped up beside him.

	"Huh?... don't think so, did you buy any?"

	"No, why would I do that?"

	"No idea."

	Gareth eyed him shrewdly whilst scavenging the bare cupboards for anything his flatmates might have had the temerity to leave unguarded.

	"Bro, why you depressed, your girlfriend not here?"

	He looked up in shock.

	"Wait, what... ?"

	Gareth fixed him with a sly look.

	"See, I knew you guys were together."

	Freddie put his head in his hands upon realising that Gareth was talking about Terry.

	"Ugh, man for the last time we are not dating."

	"Suuuure... You're actually with Coach Matherson" he guffawed. "In your dreams."

	Fred ground the toast between his teeth, staring into the distance and aching for the feeling of her arms around him.

	'Snap out of it. She doesn't like you; she just wants to bend you over.'

	He shook his head, but the glue remained firmly in place.

	"Man she's so hot," murmured Gareth wistfully, as he removed the last packet of crisps from their flatmates Jackie and Dud's cupboard.

	"Yeah," murmured Fred.

	It wasn't so bad just thinking about her body... In fact he wanted nothing more than to think about her as just another hot girl. What hurt more was remembering the small touches, the brief handholds, the sly looks.

	"Yeah, she is...

	"Woah dude, you better not let Terry catch you talking about Coach like that!"

	The magnanimous wink that followed was unendearingly stupid.

	Fred made to bite down and, realising there was nothing left to bite, decided to trudge back to his room before Gareth could slap him across the face with more blatant idiocy.

	His bedroom was a mess. Clothes were strewn on the floor, the bin overflowing with crisp packets and used tissues.

	Listless hands crawled to the computer, searching for nothing in particular, before remembering a documentary he had been wanting to stream for a while (It sucked not having Netflix, but he wasn't earning so it didn't make sense to pay for it... especially when he could find it for free.)

	After some research, a grainy version of 'The Last Shot' was playing in front of him, a series about one of his favourite basketballers of all time from the 80s - Darius Gunnings.

	He settled down to watch and within moments was gnashing his teeth because the stream kept freezing.

	'Welcome back to single life, I guess... '

	Freddie slumped back in frustration.

	It wouldn't have been so bad if he had someone to talk to, but Terry was too busy being loved-up with her new toy-boy, and his gamer friends weren't exactly subtle when it came to discussing feelings.

	As he moped around the image of Coach Matherson bending over slid into his skull, and he paused, gaze lingering on the tissue box beside his bed.

	'No, you're better than this, you already masturbated to her this morning... '

	He could smell the musk of her balls, cum dripping from her asshole in slow motion, sliding onto the low-hanging fruit, and Fred moaned as he grabbed the box and undid his jeans like a world-class puzzle solver with a rubik's cube. His dick was quickly in his hands.

	"Fuck, Jane," he moaned, imagining her bending his legs above his head, the warm taste of her mouth as she mauled his.

	"F... Come on... Come...

	That feeling of being filled by her donkey dick, encompassed within the woman's arms as her hands wound their way to his shoulders. Tenderly bitten on his lip by her pearly whites.

	So close.

	Feeling her shoulder blades tightening beneath his fingers. Having those angelic blue eyes grow wide in excitement as she came closer to filling him with her seed.

	It needed a push.

	Steeling himself, he leant backwards, lifting his legs in the air, and slid a finger to the rim of his asshole.

	"M... Mummy," he whimpered as the tip slid inside him.

	Everything released, pleasure shooting through him as cum exploded from the tip of his cock, and he 'accidentally' pointed it at his face, rivulets landing on his tongue and lips.

	As he tasted his own seed, the haze receded, leaving his mind open to observe his legs in the air, finger sitting in his ass, cum in his mouth.

	Disgust settled heavily on his shoulders, and he whined, spitting out a white glob on the carpet.

	"Shit," he muttered, grabbing a bunch of tissues and wiping himself. The flavour of jizz remained, nowhere near as sweet as Jane's, which made him ache for her even more.

	'What is wrong with me?'

	His head started to roll the scenarios over and over, as it always did after one of his recent sessions; her enraged face as she pumped him, threw him about like a ragdoll. It hurt him slightly even now thinking about it.

	Was that the real Jane Matherson? Was he best used, like some sort of human flesh-light?

	'Maybe I should just stay alone... '

	A long breath managed to find it's way into his lungs as he did his jeans up again.

	Just... do something. Anything.

	He attempted to click on the documentary again but barely reached a minute before frustration escaped him due to the near stop-motion freeze frames, putting his head in his hands.

	Just discussing his problems would have made a difference... but of the two people he could openly talk to, one was busy hanging out with her boyfriend all day, and the other...

	His eyes flickered to the phone with forty unopened messages in his desk drawer.

	'... No.'

	His hand reached out and slid the drawer shut.

	As if on playback, Coach Matherson's face floated into his vision again, ushering his eyes towards the tissue box.

	'No... I shouldn't. I'm stronger than this, right?'

	His hand answered, creeping towards the desk and grabbing the tissue box as he gave in and fell back into his chair once more, unzipping his pants.

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	Clouds leaned overhead, peaking over the tops of the swaying trees.

	"OKAY everyone, gather round!"

	Terry stopped leaning against the metal fencing surrounding the batter's crease and moved over to where Jane was waiting, still chatting with Bob who was furiously debating the merits of Wolverine's adamantium claws against Magneto.

	"Bullshit, Magneto would win a hundred times out of a hundred, you just won't admit it because you think Wolverine is cool."

	Bob bristled, pudgy fingers fiddling with the seam of the ball in his hands.

	"He IS cool, but that's besides the point...

	"Hold that thought."

	She slid across as she spotted a firm ass and reached over to pinch it.

	"Hey gorgeous," she whispered out of the side of her mouth to Kevin, who was standing, quite rigid.

	"Stop it," he muttered, and Terry looked up in surprise, to see his face was grey. She touched a hand to his arm, concerned.

	"Uh... Kev?"

	He pulled his arm away and Terry turned her eyes to the place he was staring; Coach Matherson who was shuffling her feet. It seemed strange how she was standing, and somehow the usually fervent gaze seemed lost, unfocused.

	"Kev... what happened?"

	He remained grim-faced and silent as Jane began to speak.

	"Yes, here, that's it... I ah... I have an announcement."

	Everyone listened whilst jogging on the spot or doing a few stretches, expecting nothing more than a schedule update, or perhaps details on their next opponents.

	"Listen everyone. I have decided to shake things up a bit... and due to that we will...

	Her eyes flickered to Kevin and her face hardened.

	"... We will be changing our team captain for the remainder of the season."

	Everyone froze, all eyes and ears now on Jane as the weather seemed to mirror the change in emotion, an overcast day becoming even more subdued and hanging low over the gathered figures like a moth-ridden blanket.

	The only person Terry could see who didn't react was Kevin, and she gazed up at his stony face, realising that he must have known already...

	"But we voted for Kevin!" called Charlene, usually so gentle, head shaking in disbelief, her frizzy hair bouncing side to side.

	Murmurs of agreement rippled through the air.

	"Yes, yes I know," said Jane, nodding solemnly, "but I thought we should... share the captaincy around. Kevin is still a leader in our group, that will not change."

	Some of the members seemed placated, others less so.

	"In his stead, I have decided to appoint...

	The gorge rose in her throat, and she had to spit the word out.

	"... Dean."

	This time the faces in front of her fell into dismay as one.

	Dean? As in asshole Dean?

	The man's smile was instantly the centre of attention, and quite off-putting, Jane herself unable to look at it as the group began to discuss this new development under their breaths. Instead her eyes went to Kevin, who despite his stoic approach couldn't disguise the hurt.

	"I hope you resp-"

	"Why?" Shouted Terry, "Dean's an asshole!"

	Dean let out a magnanimous chuckle and raised a hand, to which most fell quiet out of sheer curiosity.

	"Terry, I understand... honestly it means so much to me... and of course thank you to Kevin who will always be the captain in my eyes."

	Kevin looked like he wanted to headbutt a wall.

	"So, just imagine me as your extra motivator... that 5% push that will get us all in tip-top shape."

	Terry was seething with open displeasure, many of the faces alongside her looking utterly non-plussed.

	"But we VOTED for KEVIN."

	It hurt Jane to side with Dean, but Freddie's face swam in her vision and she set her jaw.

	"Terry, I understand your feelings on the matter, and Kevin will remain one of our key leaders on and off the field, but Dean is our new captain moving forward, and that's final. Any questions?" she snapped.

	No-one said a word, although Terry looked like she wanted to throw a lot of things Jane's way, none of them questions.

	"Right... Let's split into a small-sided game, Ke... Dean, will create the teams."

	Everyone began to mutter as he stepped forwards.

	"Thank you Jane."

	Jane swivelled to face him.

	"Coach," she corrected him emphatically.

	"Ah.. yes, COACH! Of course... Bob... you'll be with me today... Terry, you too... Charlene...

	People began to assemble into the groups, and as practice began it was simple enough to forget the drama of earlier whilst easing into friendly competition, to the point where it almost felt normal, albeit Kevin was now a much quieter presence than before.

	Then the jibes began.

	"Come on Bob, man up."

	"Charlene, darling, you're going to have to get yourself in shape if you want to get on base!"

	"Great strike, a few months in the gym and you'll be up to scratch."

	"Bob, I won't tell you again, GET YOUR CHIN UP!"

	Bob specifically was suffering more than most, missing his swings with much more regularity than usual, and after being struck out twice he looked a fragile figure come the end of the drill, much to the chagrin of a few players, Terry especially. Charlene and one or two others looked a little flustered, less talkative than usual.

	Coach walked over to ask Dean exactly what he was hoping to achieve when the words caught in her throat.

	"Fantastic so far, I think we're really onto something no?" Dean crowed into her ear, as Coach Matherson stared at the gates.

	"Yeah... yeah, right," she muttered, not hearing a single word he had said.

	She appeared to have lost all feeling in her legs as her eyes honed in on what had to be a hallucination, because the sun had appeared, breaking through the clouds and bathing Freddie in a warm glow as he walked onto the pitch, barely touching the ground as he moved towards her. He wasn't wearing softball gear, instead clad in simple denim jeans which didn't make his legs look any less gorgeous, and a t-shirt which in Jane's opinion seemed purpose-made to be ripped from his body.

	Her mouth had gone dry. Dean said something in the background that didn't even come close to entering her brain.

	"Yeah, sure," she replied, dazed as those dainty hips and doleful eyes entranced her.

	The spell seemed to break as he got close, and then the nerves returned like a tsunami to swallow the beach and coastline of her mind as he stopped in front of her, close enough to touch.

	She was painfully reminded that Dean was in their proximity when he spoke once more.

	"Ah Fred, good to see you! I'll ah... leave you two to it...

	He slunk away, likely not realising how sickly sweet his voice had sounded, but Jane was too happy that he had fucked off to care.

	"How are-"

	"Hey, ho-"...

	They both paused, waiting for each other to speak, flittering around what they had each prepared to say over the past few weeks and now completely forgotten, struggling to maintain formality in front of the rest of the team. Instead they simply stared into each other's foreheads because neither one trusted their eyes to wander downwards to various enticing destinations and be able to return.

	"I... I'll be at the clubhouse when you're finished," said Fred, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

	"Right," said Jane in a clipped fashion.

	He looked once more into her eyes and Jane nearly lost it right there and then as he jogged away, briefly acknowledging the others working through a batting drill nearby, although when Terry called out he pretended he hadn't heard and she dropped her arm mid-wave, a slightly wounded look on her face.

	The rest of the practice for Jane was torture. Not a single inch of her body cared about what was going on in front of her, and ten inches in particular was throbbing with excitement, hankering for the warmth of his insides.

	'He's here.'

	After what felt like an immeasurably long time, practice ended with some disgruntled hits against breaking balls whilst Dean continued to 'motivate' Bob in particular, most of the team seemingly happy to reach the finishing line with their minds elsewhere after the events of earlier today. Jane called them all in, racing through a few small notes for Sunday's game with them, during which Dean gave an odious speech, thanking everyone for accepting him so graciously to his new role, during which time Kevin walked off, closely followed by Terry.

	When they had finished, the team dispersed and Jane was able to power-walk as casually as she dared to the clubhouse, almost breaking into a run at the end.

	She paused by the door, taking a second to slow her breathing.

	'Just... be casual.'

	The handle turned slowly, and Jane was greeted to the vision of Freddie sat on one of the benches, spinning a bat between his fingers. Jane had to petrify her muscles internally to not fling herself at him.

	"Hey."

	He stood up upon seeing her.

	"..Hey."

	All words evaded her, tripping over her tongue before she could catch a single syllable. It was like asking her crush out to the prom all over again.

	"H... How are you?"

	"Fine, I guess. You?"

	"I'm good, it's... I just wanted to say...

	Fred's eyes went a little wider, and Jane almost backed away from the apology she had been about to give.

	"I'm... I shouldn't have... I like you."

	Jane's voice became fervent. She wanted to stroke his hair, murmur sweet nothings in his ear.

	Fred set his jaw.

	She looked so beautiful that he wanted to get naked and let her scoop him up for the rest of the evening. Still, there was a wariness that he couldn't shake, one that had grabbed a hold of him ever since their last meeting, leaning into his deepest fears of unworthiness and rejection, holding tight.

	"Uh... Sure...

	Jane tried to keep a brave face on whilst inside she felt like a life raft in stormy seas, hopeless and lost.

	"Oh, okay, well... how are you getting on?"

	Fred's expression sifted through a jumble of emotions.

	"Well... I've uh... been able to sit down a lot more comfortably."

	"AH yes... Sorry... Well sitting's bad for your back. I was just worrying about your posture."

	They exchanged little smiles, and Jane's heart ached as he looked at her with something approaching affection for the first time in weeks, lips creased at the corners.

	"Look, I... Let's just take things slow. I mean we can hang out, just... I don't think we should get.. close."

	He had to force the last word out.

	Jane's lip wobbled an infinitesimal amount. The fact that she was able to talk to him was like a heavy weight being lifted off her chest, but not being able to express her true feelings, to run her fingers across his skin, seemed to drop a much heavier weight right back down again.

	'Just... don't touch him... or pressure him. Not so difficult, right?'

	"Absolutely... Sure."

	"Okay," said Fred.

	Still his hands flexed, remembering the way her muscles moved with such vibrant power beneath his fingers.

	"So uh... how's practice?"

	Her gaze danced up his calves, those plush thighs, her pants starting to swell.

	'Five minutes Jane, just hold it in for five God damn minutes..'

	"Fine... Normal really... Although Dean is Captain now."

	"What?"

	Fred's nose wrinkled in disgust.

	"Are you serious? The team voted for Dean?!"

	"No."

	"So, you chose him?! But Kevin...

	"Kevin is fine," she stated, her voice catching a little as she said it.

	Fred bit his lip.

	"... Is this... because of me?"

	Jane's heart began to thump in her chest.

	'You should suck my cock with those lips you sexy little whore... '

	"UGH No, NO, of course not, but-"

	"Then why?"

	"Because... Because he knows about us."

	"Huh?"

	"About me, and you... having sex," she admitted with a pained expression.

	Fred nearly slumped to the floor, his legs going numb.

	"He... Knows about...

	"Yes," said Jane, her voice thick. "Word is getting round... it's just Dean and a few other people... But we can't risk him telling anyone else... my job... your friends... Our lives would be ruined."

	She looked at him in a way that suggested this wasn't the first time she had been through this.

	"Right," he said, looking physically ill as he leaned against the table. "Who..?"

	"A few people... Paris... Stacey... Stacey's friends maybe...

	Fred whimpered, and Jane groaned, her muscles bristling with the overpowering urge to wrap him up in her body. She fought the instinct back. The fear of scaring him away was at the forefront of her mind, instead moving carefully towards him, laying a hand on his shoulder.

	"He doesn't know about my dick though, I think."

	"Right... Well that's something" He let out a wry smile, eyes glancing in the direction of Jane's crotch, but seeing no bulge there.

	"Surprising... would've thought it was pretty hard to hide."

	Jane's responding smile was cheeky.

	"Come here and I'll show you just how hard it can be."

	Fred's fingers clutched the edge of the table tighter, atmosphere ratcheting up as they both observed how beautiful the other person was, how moist and kissable Jane's lips were, how feverish Fred's expression seemed.

	For a moment it appeared as if both figures were going to cave in, Fred's fingers flirting with the edge of Jane's thigh, that everything would click into place, and he would fall into her arms. Instead, he took a breath before responding.

	"So... what do we do now?"

	Jane sniffed, removing her hand from his shoulder.

	"I... I don't know... But well... would you like to have dinner tonight?"

	She surprised herself with her persistence, and Fred looked at her with an odd expression.

	"Let's just start with practice for now," he finished, trying to keep himself composed as Jane hid her crestfallen visage.

	"Right, yes... yes of course, sorry."

	"Okay then," he said, and he sat up, brushing her knee on the way past.

	With a lingering look, he exited the club house.

	Jane nearly collapsed once the door clicked shut, clutching the table.

	'He's talking to you... at least you have that... '

	It was a chance. That was all she needed.

	She held herself for a moment, heart racing at a million miles an hour, already imagining railing Freddie in a myriad of unethical positions. This provoked the matter of urgency tucked underneath her, shoving her hand into her pants to let it open down her thigh.

	"Fuck," she moaned, feeling the wonderful freedom as her cock pulsed against her hand, even as her heart ached to run after Freddie, to feel his warmth, his kisses on her neck, hands clutching her biceps as she pounded him.

	Before she knew what she was doing Jane had dragged herself to the toilet, slamming the door closed, and thrown her pants to her ankles.

	"Fucking... UGHHHHHH," she grunted in frustration, chugging her shaft like it was the last wank she'd ever have, and her cock was soon slick with pre-cum, some of it even flying into the air as she began to work the white drizzle onto the thick-skinned sides.

	"Freddie, oh baby that's it.." she mouthed, "You... fucking... UGHHhhhh!"

	Two weeks' worth of blue-balled ejaculate rocketed into the air, and Jane gasped as the shameful arousal rippled up her shaft and spine, attacking the ceiling and cubicle door with torrents of glazing which covered everything, drowning herself and the room in a nuclear explosion of jizz.

	Her moans turned into gurgles as cum rained into her mouth, and she lapped it up, overcome by the feeling of release as she spasmed in her own filth.

	The aftershocks didn't recede for several minutes, as cum dripped from above her like a horror movie, the smell of it thick in her nostrils, overwhelming as she tried to remove the dripping facemask.

	"Shhiipht," she spluttered as she surfaced from the snowy carpet, realising the amount of cleaning she would have to do, legs still trembling from the glorious high.

	'I barely lasted two minutes... '

	How was she going to cope with training next week?

	Fingers squished the now-swampy shirt she was wearing, and a groan escaped her lips, because Jane's spare shirt was in her sports bag.

	The one still sitting next to the front door of her apartment.

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	"AH, SORRY, The clubhouse toilet is... is closed!.. For uh, for maintenance. You'll have to use the Sports centre."

	Terry looked at her in an odd way, but didn't question it.

	"Oh, okay.. Also, damn Coach"

	"Huh? Oh...

	She had almost forgotten she was wearing the exercise top her sister had given to her for Christmas, comfortable even though it showed a more-than-decent portion of her breasts with straps in an x shape across her cleavage, packing them tight whilst still revealing some of the skin underneath like God had wrapped the universe's perfect rack and sent it down from heaven as a present to the world. The leggings she wore were not far behind in aesthetic terms; skin tight polyester and lycra material melded onto her thighs like a second skin, which allowed them to breath whilst looking scandalously eye-catching.

	She had never planned to actually wear them until today, and was already regretting the idea after nearly causing a car accident because a driver going in the opposite direction had been too busy drooling to watch the road.

	'But Freddie will see it.'

	"..Just trying something out."

	"Right...

	Terry continued to stare like a rabbit in the headlights, getting so lost in the show being put on by Jane's figure that a clipped "ahem," was needed to draw her out of her reverie.

	"OH, uh sorry, right...

	Jane let out a long breath as the girl jogged away.

	Conditions couldn't have been more perfect. Maybe it was the fact that she knew he would be coming, but somehow the field seemed greener, trees more golden, clouds less opaque.

	Her heel dug a small ditch in the mud as Dean sidled over and tried to talk to the woman that was paying him zero attention.

	"Huh?"

	"I said, maybe I should take the warm up, you always let Kevin do it!"

	"Uh, yeah, sure."

	Dean bounced on the balls of his feet, hands on hips.

	"To me you lot! We'll be doing a long jog! That's it newbie, over here at the front... And you Bob, after Sunday's game I think I'll need to get a lot more first-hand with you!"

	A brunette girl with a similar, if slightly slimmer build to Bob and mousy hair stepped forward nervously, alongside Bob himself who already looked a nervous wreck after being singled out in the last practice session and subsequently putting in a woeful performance the following match. His expression changed however when he saw what Jane was wearing, as well as many other members of the congregation.

	'Apparently tits are a great confidence booster,' she thought resignedly, crossing her arms as the team took a short impromptu break staring at her tits before managing to tear themselves away to join Dean on his run.

	'Perhaps I should get the boys out before big games, with a bonus two squeezes for a homer.'

	They'd probably make the major leagues.

	'I am never wearing this again.'

	Everyone began to slip into a rhythm behind Dean, who led them at a decent pace, perfect for the long-distance running which he worked on outside of Softball. A few wistful looks were still being issued over shoulders at the retreating bosom of Coach Matherson, but Jane was no longer paying attention. If she had been at all bothered, she would have realised Dean was also avoiding sprinting for his own personal comfort.

	Jane, however, was too busy watching the gates like it was the final play of the season. She could have sworn she saw a mirage of a sexy young man appearing in the distance moments earlier, but it had turned out she was just going a little crazy.

	"Come on you beautiful boy... Fucking slut...

	Jane pinched the bridge of her nose hard, letting out a lung-emptying sniff to clear the dead air and wake herself up.

	'Come on girl, focus.'

	She hadn't had a decent amount of sleep last night, but on the flip side at least the bed had finally gotten a little bit of variety.

	A hand snaked down to rub her bollocks, sore from having been milked until the early hours in an incredibly violent release after weeks of being ignored. If anyone had wandered into her bedroom last night, the sight of her jacking off into her own mouth and grunting Freddie's name would most certainly have sent them scurrying.

	The team wound their way towards the far end of the field as she remained lost in her thoughts.

	Jane had experimented before, but she was worried about this new mental state. If she didn't act on her affections, there was no knowing how she would cope after potentially months of unrequited lust.

	'It won't be months... OH GOD... there he is! Just... just act relaxed.'

	The small figure approached, jogging as slow as it was feasible to go without being stationary.

	She assumed a casual look away to the left into the middle-distance, and then shook her head. Jane Matherson wouldn't be looking out into the distance like some air-headed bimbo, she'd be observing the runners, or setting out cones. Looking on the floor she saw they had been set up already. By her.

	'Right, no problem, look at the runners then.'

	She peeled her eyes at the runners with little to no focus, subtly pivoting her left leg forwards and bending it at the knee so that her right ass cheek was almost exploding out of the leggings.

	'Just wait until he talks to you.'

	Jane waited, ears pricked, but nothing happened, and she tried her best to use her peripheral vision to gauge how close he was, but it was tricky, and she was a bit tired, and the sun was quite bright to-

	"Hey M... C-Coach."

	She would have flopped to the floor like a fish if her entire musculature had not wrested control from her brain and turned to the source of sweet music to her ears.

	"Hi baby! OH uh... I mean... you're late Fred!"

	The voice had come out stern, but when paired with the affectionate moniker, made little sense. Fred seemed to be flustered at hearing her slip of the tongue, and she couldn't help being immensely pleased that his face had gone a deep crimson as he tried to avoid looking at her body, his eyes pulled by invisible strings to the breasts clamped in a feverish embrace when they weren't struggling with the rest of her, trailing across muscled lines of her glutes.

	'That's right... drink it in slut.'

	"Yeah, yeah I guess so... S-sorry J... Sorry."

	He was utterly hung up on her tits now, and it was making all the blood in her body descend south of her waist.

	'I've got you.'

	"Well... join the others."

	She tried hard to keep her expression neutral, and Fred looked like he was trying to swallow something too large for his throat, whilst his hands awkwardly slid across to clasp each other in front of his groin where Jane was ninety-nine percent certain that a gorgeous little cock was hardening at the speed of sound and begging for attention.

	'Good boy... stare at Mommy's tits so you can touch yourself thinking about me later... '

	"R-right."

	He jogged, quicker than before, and Jane couldn't help a tiny moan of longing as he retreated into the distance, eyes clamping to the bottom filling out his shorts like the most tantalising pair of ripe melons in existence. She reckoned something in her must have been related to panthers or leopards, because the sight of his exposed behind was enough to send her into a feverish rage, provoking an evolutionary instinct to strike at his exposed weakness.

	'He's doing it on purpose... why would he jog with that sweet ass facing me?!'

	The runners (or rather, runner) now held her attention with renewed vigour, energy levels rising... along with something else.

	"Oh you've got to be kidding me," she blurted, as her baby factories began to thrum with activity, womanhood inflating like a party balloon.

	'Focus on someone disgusting, or you'll be bent double by the time they get back!'

	Her eyes first found Terry, and an interesting internal conversation ensued as to whether she would consider sexual advances from the pretty figure. Her cheeks went red before deciding that she didn't have time to ponder her sexual preferences and needed to stare at someone less gratifying.

	For once Dean fit the role perfectly.

	She planted her eyeline directly at the smug face, eyebrows close enough together that they might be considered close to a monobrow, separated by millimetres of pasty skin. She could already see him berating Bob for being out of breath, which was neither a crime nor a reason to single him out (There would have to be words about that later.)

	It worked a treat, and Jane was completely flaccid and tucked away by the time the team returned.

	They halted, panting, and she addressed them with a sharper tone than she had managed during the whole of last week.

	"Right, let's try a bit of bulldog."

	Some grins broke out, especially among the more physical players, as it usually became quite an enjoyable scrap in this particular warm up game.

	Dean huffed.

	"Actually Jane...

	"I'm sorry, were you talking to me?"

	Dean gave her an icy look.

	"Apologies... Coach... but maybe a bit more long distance might serve certain members of our team better?"

	Jane didn't require his sideways head jerk to know exactly who he was talking about, and her nostrils flared.

	"Well I think bulldog will be fine for everyone."

	Dean looked like he was going to offer a retort, but controlled himself.

	"... Very well... Kevin, Stacey, you'll be on my t-"

	"It's not a team game Dean."

	"Ah right... of course...

	Jane turned to the group, some of whom were grinning, including Zoey, Mo and Claire, all undergrads who shared a certain immaturity for small comeuppances such as this.

	"For those of you who DON'T remember... Terry smirked as Dean went a shade of puce. "Bulldog involves one chaser, and the rest of the team have to try and reach the far end of the field. If the chaser tackles you to the ground, you win."

	Charlene raised a hand.

	"I... I'm not sure about getting tackled... isn't it a bit overly physical?"

	Jane gave her an understanding nod, much to the chagrin of Dean.

	"Not to worry, for those who don't want to go to ground you can take a ribbon from the kitbag, stick it in your pocket or hang it from the waistband of your trousers, if anyone manages to take it from you, you're caught. When catching as a ribbon holder, simply touch the player with both hands. NO TACKLING RIBBON HOLDERS!"

	Dean sidled over as some players picked out ribbons, others already marching to one side of the cones set out in a long rectangle, prepared to get dirty. She noticed Freddie leaning down to take one... and then his eyes snapped straight up to her tits, as if he knew exactly where they were at all times. She raised her eyebrows as his hand retreated from the box, going to join the rest of the player, ribbon-less.

	Her hands began to fidget enthusiastically by her sides.

	'No Jane, don't even think about it... '

	The idea began to form unbidden in her mind nonetheless; charging after him and pulling him to the floor as he tried to skip away... Ripping his clothes from him...

	'JANE. YOU ARE NOT PLAYING... Christ, I'm going insane... '

	Her nipples were beginning to press into the material in her top, and she kept her arms firmly crossed over her chest in case people saw them and exploded, many already struggling to keep themselves from salivating each time they came near her.

	"Uh, Coach?"

	Dean muttered under his breath to her, and she turned, flustered.

	"What?"

	"Coach... this gentle touch... remember we talked about it?"

	She wanted to swat him away like a belligerent fly, but contented herself with a sharp retort.

	"Yes. We talked about it."

	"Well, I think THIS would be a prime opportunity to toughen up the softer players, you know, the school of hard knocks and all that.."

	"Your concern has been noted, now get in line."

	Dean became far less amenable at her order.

	"Wait, hang on... surely... I'm the captain!... so as captain I really don't think I need to participate here...

	Jane smiled.

	"Oh really? Captains don't usually shirk drills... I thought we were 'toughening up', no?"

	"Yes, of course, I just think as Captain that I don't require it!"

	"Oh really?" said Jane, snorting as she drew herself up to her full height, looking down on him. "Suit yourself."

	'Screw it.'

	She marched onto the field, leaving him standing alone on the side-lines, placing herself in the centre of the rectangle marked out on the pitch.

	"Right everyone, I'll be your chaser today."

	Everyone's eyes went wide. Despite her gorgeous looks, the intimidation factor of Jane Matherson was no joke, fit as a fiddle and imposing with her height. Many, however, were looking rather more positively on the affair, lost in observing her rippling thighs and stomach once more, scenarios already forming in their minds of energetic mud-wrestles with their fit softball coach..

	Jane had the realisation that quite a lot of people here would love to be tackled by her.

	'Note to self: pick your targets, and never wear this outfit again.'

	Dean grumbled on the side, and after realising there was no obvious excuse other than cowardice to remain safe, trudged over to join the rest of the team, placing himself at the furthest corner as he could. She noticed he had snuck a ribbon into his pocket, unnoticed by most of the other players.

	'What a hypocritical prick... '

	Target number 1.

	Her gaze moved across the line to Fred's expression, which changed to a nervous smile when he noticed her looking.

	'Oh Freddie... Once Mommy is done with business you're mine boy... '

	Target number 2.

	She shot a tiny smile back at him before setting herself low to dodge left or right whenever needed.

	"Alright, on your marks... GO!"

	The line began to run at her, players parting like the red sea to either side, although a few seemed to be trying quite hard not to stay clear; Claire, her dirty blond hair waving at her shoulders, was lagging behind in comically lackadaisical fashion.

	Jane only had eyes for her first target.

	Dean seemed to have pre-empted his demise upon seeing her make a beeline for his part of the field and tried to sidle to one side of Kevin, but Kevin was gone in a flash, far too athletic for him to keep up. He squeaked and moved backwards to Bob upon seeing where Jane was headed, but even Bob managed a clumsy side dodge upon seeing Jane closing in, just enough to leave Dean exposed, mid-sneak with his head lowered. His eyes bulged at her frightening pursuit, and he sprinted as slow as he had feared he would. A moment of pity crossed Jane's mind, but then, like a red rag to a bull, Dean produced his ribbon at the last moment to make it clearly visible at his waist.

	There was no way in hell she could let him get away with that.

	He barely got two steps in the open before Jane caught him with a pulverising tackle that nearly took his torso from his body, and Terry couldn't help a small "WOAH!" of approval as some of the other teammates hollered or winced, in many cases both.

	She didn't even give him the silver lining of landing on top of him, rolling to the side and barely grazing the dirt as Dean settled heavily into the earth, entrenched like he had fallen from space.

	Jane picked herself up, wiping off a fleck of the mud on her shoulder as the rest of the team reached the opposite side, many grinning from ear to ear, turning to come back, others looking with quite terrified expressions. The sheer physicality of Jane was a sight to behold, and everyone present were entranced by the way she strode to the centre like a lioness, queen of her kingdom.

	"Oh sorry Dean, I didn't realise you had a ribbon there! PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU KEEP YOUR RIBBONS VISIBLE AT ALL TIMES...

	Many of the team scrabbled to make their ribbons front and centre on their person. Others regretted not going to grab one earlier.

	Dean seemed unable to rise, struggling to get his breath back and probably quite heavily winded. When he got back to his feet on shaky legs, it seemed like he might puke given the green tinge In his cheeks.

	"Next run... GO!"

	Jane's brain was already scanning for it's next target.

	'Where are... Ah, there you are my love... '

	He seemed to be waiting for her to find him, and upon realising the target on his forehead, couldn't stop a smirk slipping onto his lips, beginning a sprint to her right.

	"Oh, no you don't," she muttered, unable to contain a grin of her own as she moved to cut off the escape route, but then Charlene appeared in the way, and upon seeing her quite terrified expression Jane slowed her pursuit, nicking the ribbon from the woman's pocket as she did so.

	"Oh blast... I really don't think this game is my forte," she said, more relieved than anything as Freddie escaped behind her.

	"Just a warm-up game, don't worry Charlene, you'll crush them in the catching drills."

	Charlene chuckled and Jane gave a warm smile even as her prey evaded her, coming to a halt at the far end.

	She paused as Charlene and Dean came to join her in the centre, and Dean, although still winded, looked out for vengeance having been humiliated. Luckily, he had spied the target that he knew would boost his ego back to it's usual sizeable proportions.

	Bob's face was red, sweat rolling down his brow as he prepared for the next run, and he noticed Dean was sliding towards his side of the field, eyes laser-beamed to his forehead. The boy began to shift his hefty weight side-to-side, patting empty, ribbon-less pockets.

	Jane watched this happening and her aggression flared, caught between the bright gaze of Fred and his less-than-admirable team captain.

	'Don't get distracted... it's time to put your bitch beneath you.'

	"GO!" she shouted, and the runners began to fling themselves forward.

	"Come on... Come to Mummy," she breathed, tracing every step of her boy, tasting his scent in the air.

	He was trying to go around the edge again, but she was already out to join him; her fingers brushing close to his sweet derriere... The minx was about to be mounted.

	Then Dean moved in her periphery and her focus switched, watching as Bob scrabbled to his left, far too easy prey for the man pursuing him. Watching Bob's confidence wavering in the past week, it was clear the effect Dean was having on him, terrified as he attempted to heave himself towards his goal in the distance. She made the decision in a split second, setting her jaw and flew off after him, leaving Freddie to sprint disappointingly clear.

	Her hand flicked out to snatch a ribbon from the new girl Kelsey on her way past, bee-lining to arrive at the perfect second, not too fast... It had to look like a feasible tackle.

	Freddie looked back in surprise at Jane sprinting away from him, and then realised which direction she was headed. His heart blossomed, unable to fight the attraction he felt at witnessing her bone-deep desire to right a wrong, and then in a cluster of limbs and dirt Dean was flying through the air once more as Jane clattered into him, supposedly in the process of trying to reach Terry, who had been running outside him.

	"OOHHF!" gasped Dean as he was bulldozed to the floor, Jane slamming into Terry and ending up on top of her.

	"OOhhh, ha, oh hi!" said Terry, a dazed look on her face, and Jane had the weirdly comfortable revelation that her breasts were pressing into Terry's much less rotund, but still pert chest.

	"Hey.. Great tackle coach... phew... Could you... Could you do it one more time just to make sure?"

	Jane snorted as Terry's grin didn't completely hide the tinge of arousal in her expression.

	"Oh for goodness' sake... very funny," she muttered, trying to calm herself down as she got to her feet, Dean remaining prone on the ground.

	She looked round to see Charlene holding onto Bob, who was almost relieved to be caught by her, doubly so at not being taken to the ground as a whine issued from somewhere around Jane's ankles.

	"Excellent teamwork Dean," she said to the air above him whilst walking back to the centre once more. Terry flipped herself upright to join her, looking rather flushed.

	'Right, where are you my baby, no more Miss nice girl...

	She was almost frothing at the mouth as she locked eyes with Freddie for the third time.

	After the tantalising close calls, his sweet tush evading her fingers, the calm, collected part of her personality was being overpowered by the urge to be strong, dominant. Her competitive instincts were taking over, and she promised herself that this run would be his last time he stayed on his feet.

	There was a little fear in his gaze as he spotted the intensity emanating from every pore of his Coach, and Freddie realised there was now a slim-to-none chance of evading the homing missile of Jane Matherson.

	As the runners caught their breath, they took stock, counting the catchers who almost outnumbered them now.

	"GO" barked Jane, and when the line began to tentatively push forward it became clear that no-one wanted to be the first to go through the gauntlet. Jane helped make up their minds by sprinting like an Olympian athlete towards the area of the pitch where Freddie was.

	The players in his vicinity froze, the sight of Jane slicing through the air like a gorgeous knife as intimidating as it was mind-bendingly exciting. Fred just about managed to pedal his legs into gear, managing to move faster than Kevin for a brief time who saw where Jane was headed and dodged thankfully out of the way, only to be pole-axed by Terry who took a vehement squeeze of his inside leg as she did so, in so doing formulating a joke about a 'double tackle' that would be repeated daily, much to Kevin's chagrin.

	Fred faked left and doubled back, but Jane remained unperturbed, pushing past Mo, skinny legs swept from under him as he fell to the floor, looking quite wistful at not having received a more thorough tackle from Coach as she charged towards his teammate. The two figures danced briefly, but Fred was far outmatched, and a hard grip clamped down on his arm, frame pulled into a tight embrace as Jane brought him to the floor like a lion taking down a gazelle. As they scrapped for dominance her breasts pressed flush against his chest, legs widening into an impromptu missionary position as she bore down on top of him.

	He expected the floor to take his lungs from him, but Jane cushioned his fall. The hips that ground up against his ass had nothing to do with gravity however, and Fred's tight mewl had her dry-humping him in anticipation.

	Her wrestling continued far longer than necessary, nipples attacking his chest, hands clutching his sides, and when Jane saw the look of shock on Fred's face, his dicklet digging into her hip as her own appendage began to strain against it's shackles, the urge to tear his clothes apart and claim him was overwhelming.

	"Fucking bitch," she hissed, voice hoarse as she looked into his eyes as he struggled.

	"... Jane," he whimpered, and that high-pitched tone, plus the hands that placed themselves on her shoulders in a defensive pose, brought her back to her senses, realising that she was grunting like a rhino, hips pressed flush to his ass in a mating pose with one or two of the team who weren't engaged in their own tussles watching on with what might be described as bemused expressions.

	She let out an apologetic cough and dragged Fred to his feet, before almost bending double under the torture of her shaft tucked underneath her, crying out for the confines of Fred's mouth and ass.

	Freddie didn't say anything, dazed, and he staggered off to the centre immediately, hands adjusting the hem of his shirt to cover up his blazing hard-on, and Jane had to bend forwards as if out of breath, waiting for her own steely passion to subside. After concentrating for a few seconds it became soft enough for her to stand, facing away from the team so she had time to tuck it back into her leggings.

	'Fucking Jesus Jane... '

	She closed her eyes and breathed, marching back to the centre, careful to steer clear of Fred who was also avoiding looking in her direction. She noticed Charlene was looking at her with wide eyes and made sure not to meet them.

	"GO!"

	The rest of the team were caught in short order, Jane remaining careful to avoid anyone without a ribbon, no matter how many times Claire attempted to 'accidentally' dodge into her path before she was grudgingly caught by Terry.

	Seventeen sets of heaving lungs congregated in the centre of the field as she took stock.

	"Well done everyone... A fairly physical exercise, but certainly a tough measure of fitness and strength of will. A round of applause also for our new captain for being such a good sport."

	The team clapped louder than necessary as Dean winced, raising his hand to accept the somewhat less-than-generous ovation.

	"Right, split up into pairs, we're going to practice high catches.."

	Her eyes flickered to Freddie, but he looked off, distant.

	'Fuck.'

	"... The key is keeping your body position square, you should already have your chest facing the ball...

	His stare seemed to be off in the middle distance.

	'You shouldn't have joined in.'

	".. and, and then...

	He couldn't have been listening.

	'You're going to lose him. Forever.'

	Jane coughed, her throat going hoarse.

	"HMM, S-sorry... Kevin if you could...

	Kevin raised his head, a little life coming back into his cheeks, until Dean managed to gather enough breath to interject.

	"A-Actually Jane, I think I... huhhh.. should step in here!"

	She had to bite back a retort.

	"Ah... right.. Yes."

	Kevin seemed to melt back into obscurity, and Terry tried to put an arm around him, but was shrugged off, as Dean doubled over for a second before lifting himself up.

	"Okay... everyone, all you have to focus on is the seams, that's the key, easy to spot the orientation of the ball if you do that, makes catching positively trivial...

	The fact it was near impossible to focus on the seams of a moving fastball didn't faze him in the slightest, his voice ringing with truth.

	Jane stepped sideways a little, able to observe Fred's visage more intently, but he showed no sign of noticing her gaze.

	'You've screwed it. This is the last time you're ever going to see him.'

	She wanted to burst into tears, but managed to keep her eyes painfully dry even as her insides shrivelled up like a prune in the desert.

	Dean continued to spout drivel as Jane hugged her elbows to her sides, trying to find some sort of self-comfort, but her eyes wouldn't stop betraying her, wondering towards Fr...

	He wasn't there.

	Jane searched, but he wasn't in the crowd of faces.

	She looked over to the gates and her heart stopped.

	He was halfway there already.

	'No.'

	She began to break into a jog that she hoped wouldn't turn the heads of any of the team, but no-one was listening to Dean, and certain faces glanced at her curiously as she made to fling herself after him.

	'You can't let him leave.'

	Her feet slowed underneath her as Fred sped towards the gate, and then he was level with them... And then he was gone.

	"... And that just about covers it! Any questions?"

	Jane felt like she was going to collapse.

	No-one responded, most of them staring at Coach Matherson who was gazing at the gates like they had just swallowed someone whole.

	She turned back, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

	"T-Take the practice," she mumbled to Dean as she moved back towards the clubhouse.

	"What? OH, of c- yes!"

	Some of the team groaned, others staring as Jane jogged off, but she didn't care. She needed to be alone.

	Somehow the clubhouse seemed bigger, emptier when it was just her there, and she immediately ran into the store cupboard and kicked the wall so hard that it went straight through the plaster.

	"SHIT," she moaned, grabbing her foot, which now undoubtedly had a broken toe on the end of it.

	"Shit...

	Jane began to sob, sinking to her lycra-clad ass as the feeling of loneliness enveloped her, worse than any physical pain, surrounded by worn gloves and chipped bats.

	'He's gone... he's gone... '

	
- Chapter 6 - Can Freddie and Jane find reconciliation?... blowjobs help

	Jane stared into the mirror.

	The sports gear brought out the very best of her assets; her ass was well defined by white pants clutching them, breasts ambitiously packed into a red sports jersey which showed her midriff. If someone had said she was the team cheerleader, they probably wouldn't have batted an eye.

	Jane turned to the side, then back again.

	She struggled to see any beauty whatsoever.

	It was hard to explain what was wrong, because on the surface everything was so right. Her expression hadn't changed, she was still her... But the eyes seemed to have lost some of it's lustre, her pose lacking the strength of mind to go with the body. It didn't help that her big toe was still aching, wrapped in a large ugly bandage, the circumstances of it's creation making it even seem more hilariously swollen.

	Jane hadn't done much laughing recently though. Especially since Freddie had stopped coming to practice. Or texting.

	She sniffed, rubbing her hands gently, almost as if she was trying to simulate the feeling of being caressed.

	Even exercise couldn't distract her.

	She glanced briefly at the bulge running down her leg which would have to be tucked away.

	"Hm."

	'Stupid thing.'

	Her attention crawled to the clock. An hour until practice.

	She could go early?

	Turning back to the woman in the mirror, it was interesting how out of place she seemed from her surroundings.

	If she stayed, she would have to spend another thirty minutes alone.

	Jane grabbed her keys, limping gingerly to the door.

	Maybe he'd be there...

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	A trio of twentysomethings looked up at snatches of blue sky, fat, gluttonous clouds doing their best to cover the sunshine above it. It hadn't prevented some warmth from descending, Mo basking in the few glimpses of brightness until a gust of wind made him cover up, flicking his fringe into his eyes.

	"TOLD you we didn't need to get here early."

	"No, Coach is ALWAYS a stickler for tardiness!" Claire shot back, flicking her dirty blond hair out of the resting bitch face on display, although she was never far from a wry smile. "Right Zo?"

	Zoey picked at the Wildcats logo which had faded on her shirt, trying to pull it forwards to avoid the sweat under her breasts. It had become a habit since she was fairly large in that particular department.

	"I don't know Clay... I think she's usually okay..?"

	The chattering trio kicked the dirt beneath their feet.

	"Ha, do you remember when Freddie turned up late and Coach nicknamed him 'Bitch'?"

	"Oh shit really? I wish I'd been there for that...

	"Yeah.. feels like she's not as vigorous as before."

	"Vigorous? Pfft, makes you sound like you guys are having sex."

	"Oh I wish."

	"We know you wish Mo."

	Mo humphed.

	"It's been five minutes since we should have started."

	"Yeah, I know right?"

	Claire studied Coach in the distance who was glancing briefly at the players all idling around, expecting her to gather them in, before settling a stern expression back on the gate again, somehow profoundly interested in the ugly iron construction, green paint falling away in places leaving metal showing through the cracks.

	"What is up with her?"

	"Yeah, she's been off lately."

	"Don't say that!"

	"Why not?"

	"Well... because."

	Mo scratched his head, raking through dark hair shaped in an ordinary short back and sides, enjoying the smell of fresh cut grass floating across the open field. He threw a softball up in the air, idly catching it with his glove.

	"Well she's off, who in their right mind would appoint Dean?!... wouldn't mind asking her... privately, if you know what I mean."

	A ginormous smile popped onto Claire's face.

	"Uh, ex-CUSE me, we discussed this, I get first dibs!"

	"I don't know... Should we be talking about her like this?"

	Zoey, played with the curly hazel locks from her shoulders as Claire shot her an accusatory stare.

	"Like you haven't before... hell, you only keep your lipstick on for practice just so Coach might notice you!"

	Zoey's cheeks went red beneath her freckles, pulling bright pink lips closer together.

	"That's not true...

	"Sure it's not."

	"EVERYONE IN."

	They continued poking comments back and forth whilst moving to where Jane was standing.

	When they reached her, the usual power pose seemed oddly deflated.

	"Okay everyone... we have a game coming up next week on Sunday against the Scorchers, so I want everyone ready and rested... I'll have the lineup ready by-"

	"Ahem."

	A ripple of tightened jaws answered the polite cough as a short man with a not-quite-monobrow stepped forwards.

	"I think she MEANT to say-"

	Coach cut in.

	"She? I'm here Dean."

	Zoey and Mo sniggered before unsubtly flicking their eyes down to her ass, taking in the suppleness of it.

	In contrast to Dean, it was like watching a squat ogre competing with an elven goddess, Claire's attention momentarily wrenched to the hair on the back of his hands, so black and bristly they seemed as if they might come alive and scurry away of their own accord as he wiped his palms on a faded white shirt.

	"Ew," she muttered, having to look back at Coach's rear end to cleanse her eyes.

	"Huh?" responded Mo, whose eyes had never wavered from the curves of Coach Matherson.

	Dean cleared his voice.

	"I think what you meant to say was that WE will have the line-up ready, correct?"

	"Captain's have never picked teams, but I'll let you know the line-up when it's ready."

	Dean seemed like he was itching to blurt something out, and for a moment the tension seemed to scorch the air between them.

	"... Right."

	He stepped back, looking like a man who had just swallowed a whole lemon. The silence that followed was so sharp it would have drawn blood if Coach Matherson hadn't broken it.

	"Well then... I'll expect full focus today."

	"We," muttered Dean, but Jane ignored it.

	"Right, FIRST let's start with some batting drills... !"

	She looked down, and then around, confused at the box of gloves and balls, and no bats.

	"... With... I apologise, I seem to have ah... forgotten some of the equipment for the first drills... Please take a few warmup laps of the field whilst I get them.."

	"I'll get right on it!"

	"... Thank you Dean," she replied begrudgingly.

	Eyebrows rose as they watched her march swiftly to the clubhouse.

	"Sheeee's definitely not right," muttered Claire, and Mo and Zoey nodded their heads in agreement.

	"Everyone to me, follow along now!"

	"Ugh," muttered Claire as they settled into a middle distance runner's pace that was Dean's go-to mode of exercise, and which for the team was becoming a never-ending lesson in being painfully bored or worse, humiliated.

	"Hurry along Charlene!"

	The woman's face was red already, and they'd barely made it halfway round the pitch.

	She tried to bustle faster, but it didn't seem at all comfortable, a grimace on her face. Trainers kicked up little bits of grass, dust and mud as they passed under the shadows of Maple trees in full bloom, the greens so bright it almost hurt to look at as a sunbeam briefly burst through.

	"When was the last time Coach forgot stuff?!" Mo asked as their trio bobbed along at the back of the group.

	"Man, I don't know what's wrong... but I bet you... ANY money... that Dean is the reason," huffed Claire.

	"Probably... Or do you think maybe she got like some private problems or something?"

	"What like family stuff?... Ugh.. Money problems... ?"

	"I think she's well-paid right?... Maybe something romantic? Unrequited love and all that?"

	"HA, if she wanted she could get a boyfriend like THAT." Claire slowed down and snapped her fingers, which drew the attention of some other team members, a despondent Terry briefly looking their way.

	"Or a girlfriend," muttered Zoey.

	"Or two girlfriends."

	They giggled and slowed down, the trio almost separate from the rest of the pack as clouds moved overhead.

	"I think she's sad because she's lonely... Like did you ever see her with anyone?"

	"Naw, come on, HER?! She'd just go out and grab any guy and they'd marry her!" said Mo.

	"STRAGGLERS, IF YOU DON'T KEEP UP, IT'LL BE TWO EXTRA LAPS!" Dean called from the front.

	Mo grumbled as they dragged their heels to catch up.

	"Whatever, I think it's sent her barmy. That's the only reason for picking Dean as captain."

	"Yeah.." Zoey muttered, glancing back at Coach Matherson who was emerging with a box in her hands, sparing another look at the entrance to the park before her shoulders seemed to sag, and she trudged to the field.

	"... But, what kind of crazy rich super-dude, ("Or girl!" Claire chimed in), would a woman like Coach Matherson be pining for?"

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	Freddie clutched at his hair, pulling at a strand which was reaching down to his across his forehead.

	He should probably get a haircut.

	He took in a heavy breath through his nose and then regretted it, because his room smelt like an animal cage in a zoo, hinting at unwashed bodies or as it turned out, overuse of one particular part of his body, and the floor only just remained visible under a sea of unwashed clothes.

	'I should probably wash some of those..'

	He continued to scroll, keeping his eyes painfully locked on the computer screen.

	'Maybe New York has something interesting... '

	"The Big Apple...

	Fred mumbled as he scrolled down the jobsite listings, slender fingers zipping across the keys.

	*clack-clack-clack-clack*

	His eyebrows rose at the list of requirements for entry level jobs plus ridiculous rent prices, and decided that perhaps the hustle and bustle was not for him; living in a shoebox didn't carry much appeal.

	"Michigan?... Hell, New Jersey?"

	'The Garden state, might be fun, right?'

	Petrol-station worker.

	Office secretary.

	Join the army.

	He snorted.

	'Well... guess it's my fault for getting a degree in psychology.'

	His finger hovered over the create tab, and he briefly flirted with the idea of searching for more adult content.

	'You've done enough... enough for today... '

	He closed the laptop, turning and falling onto his bed which had dirty socks and shirts lying on various bits of it, trying to enjoy the softness of the sheets.

	His mind drifted, and as it usually did, it drifted to her. He scrunched his eyes shut to try and block out the feeling of being dragged to the ground, feeling the heat of a woman's body on his, legs clad in the lithest uniform in the known universe, stripper titties pressed up against him.

	'Stop it.'

	Maybe he could take a trip to see his old high-school friend Patrick in Arizona? It had been a while...

	The thought of sitting on her lap made him pine momentarily for warmth.

	'NO.'

	His heart thumped as he grabbed his jacket, peeling himself from the bed.

	'Just need to get out... perhaps a trip to the comic store... Something to clear my mind... '

	On the way down from his flat he imagined her walking up the stairs and shoving him against the wall, the musk of her enveloping him, a hint of sweat and perfume, mixed with the smell of grass.

	'STOP IT... Just go somewhere.'

	He trudged to his car and stared down at the flat tire that he still hadn't fixed.

	'Fuck.'

	Blood was already flowing to his crotch, the image repeating in his head of peachy lips pressing against his.

	'For Goodness's sake get a grip... '

	He forced himself to trudge to the bus-stop, spending the next fifteen minutes sat in his own world, not really switching his brain on whilst walking onto the bus and paying for a ticket.

	As it left the curb, he absent-mindedly settled in, gazing out of the window at the cars flitting past. It was all a meaningless blur, and it went so quickly he almost forgot to get off, hitting the STOP button barely a second before the destination.

	*DING*

	*SCCCRREEEEEECH*

	The driver fixed him with a beady stare as the doors slammed open, Freddie's face warm as he stepped out into a pleasant afternoon breeze.

	The destination was only a block away from here, and after a short walk through the bustling town centre he found himself eyeing the front of a store, brick walls faded in contrast to the displays of bright and colourful comics.

	Childish excitement built in his chest.

	It had been a while.

	He bounced before pushing into an invitingly lit room with row upon rows of comic books, every one squeezing muscled beasts, colourful insignias and casts of wacky-looking characters into as much of their front covers as possible.

	"Yeoooo Fred, long time no speaky!"

	An early-thirties man with side-slicked green hair that was far less cool than intended and a double-chin wove into view.

	"Hey Damian... Yeah, yeah, what's up?"

	"Ha not much... Why you been so busy, you get a girlfriend?"

	The feeling of Jane's crotch bulge rubbing against him sprang to the forefront of his mind.

	"Uh.. no... ! Nope. Why, got one to offer?"

	He chuckled.

	"Ha yeah, but she's mine."

	"... Wait, what?"

	"... Dude, I got a girlfriend!"

	Freddie did the man the honour of not letting his mouth fall open.

	"Dude... I mean... congrats man!"

	He smiled.

	"Yeah... I'm pretty stoked. She's not into comics but that's cool...

	"Dude... if she's a real, human woman, I think comics can take a backseat for once, right?"

	Damian struggled to keep the shine from his cheeks.

	"Yeah... you know, I could ask her if she has any friends that are single for you?"

	If ever there was a moment that Fred felt like he had entered a parallel universe, it was this one.

	'How is Damian from the comic book store setting me up on a date?'

	Something in the centre of his brain pulled him back for a moment, before he nodded.

	"You know what? Yeah."

	"Cool!... I'll text her in a bit. You still playing softball?"

	Fred stiffened.

	"No."

	As Damian opened his mouth to ask why, Fred changed the subject

	"Any... uh!... any new releases out?"

	A feverish look entered Damian's gaze. Immediately he was in his element, almost jumping out of his shoes as he began to pull Fred to different display shelves.

	"Oh DUDE, you should check these out... 'Hulk-smasher year one', 'The Core'... 'Legacy guild'... that last one is a must-read!"

	Fred scanned the selection of bright colours and beautifully drawn characters, and felt a pang that Terry wasn't here.

	Freddie sighed, scratching his head. If only he could talk to someone...

	'Screw it.'

	He unlocked his phone and typed in a few words.

	*Sup Ter. Still alive?*

	The swoosh of the messenger app made him feel a little better.

	Damian's face became ugly as Fred thumbed his phone, peering at the screen.

	"Dude, you better not be ordering those online... We have to keep costs up for the store experience!"

	"No, no!... Uhhh You know what, I'll take this one!"

	Immediately Damian's face was sunny again.

	"Right you are!"

	"Mind if I read it here?"

	"No worries man! Just pay later, take a seat."

	"Yeah...

	"And let me message my girl for ya!"

	"Cool."

	"Anything else? Coffee? Donut?"

	"Uhhhh no, I'm good thanks...

	"Great!"

	As the man trundled off, Fred sank down into a bean bag at the back to read, and sighed as the first page showed a powerful female figure with shoulder length hair wearing lycra, in a full-page power pose.

	The girl had jet black hair, but already his imagination was turning it blond.

	His stomach knotted as he scanned the figure, the definition of each portion of her legs outlined by the black material...

	He imagined what a bulge down one leg would look like.

	Freddie closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.

	"Just.. come ON," he muttered.

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	Terry whined into Kevin's face as he pumped his hips.

	"Oh yeah, fuck me!"

	Through the darkness it was just possible to see his grimace.

	"Okay, okay, just... just wait a sec...

	"Yeah you like it when I talk dirty, YES, right there, deep in my pussy...

	"Ugh, Ter just... I'm trying to...

	"Oh yeah!... oh... Kev?"

	He hung his head.

	"Kev are.. you... okay?"

	He didn't speak, removing his flaccid cock from her wetness.

	Terry put an arm on his shoulder.

	"Babe... Is this because of the game? It's cool, you played fine! we'll come back next week... !"

	He rolled away.

	"No, it's nothing... Just tired."

	She watched him rub his eyes.

	"Is it the... captaincy thing?... I know that asshat Dean's been rubbing your f-"

	"I'm FINE!" he snapped, and Terry recoiled. She had never heard him raise his voice before. And definitely not in such an angry tone.

	"Sure... okay...

	She made a mental note not to mention Dean's name again.

	He got up and went to the bathroom.

	Terry lay back in bed, waiting. The bed felt even larger with just her in it.

	"... Kev?"

	When he came out Kevin looked ever since the captaincy had been stripped. Dogged. Sulky. The polar opposite of his usual upbeat self.

	"Kev.. what's wrong?"

	His face hardened.

	"It's nothing... just need to sleep."

	Terry's eyebrows rose as he crept under the covers and turned over.

	"Are you s-"

	"YES."

	"Right...

	They fell silent, Terry's mind whirring in the darkness.

	She didn't even attempt to sleep, because she knew it wouldn't happen.

	Seconds crawled like years as she spent the time churning through her thoughts, still unable to hear any snoring which meant Kevin was still awake.

	She resolved to wait until he did eventually drift off.

	Something bumped in the flat upstairs. Maybe they were having sex.

	Terry chewed her tongue, wishing her clit would stop tingling.

	There was a small light on the wall from Kevin's alarm clock which was suddenly really pissing her off.

	The wait went on, another bump from above making a vein in her temple throb unpleasantly against the pillow. Eventually a quiet nasal *Gnnk* signalled that Kevin had begun snoring.

	"Jees...

	Terry sighed in relief, creeping out of bed, fidgeting with her unkempt hair as she made her way through the flat to the decent-sized kitchen.

	So much nicer than her place.

	She began to delve into cupboards, rummaging for sandwich ingredients. It was hard to come down from the pre-sex buzz, so maybe munching on something sweet might help. She searched for the Jam and found it instantly, which was a strange sensation for her. Kevin was certainly organised, bless his sweet ass.

	As Terry was chucking one piece of bread into a toaster and covering the other in jam, her clit ached and she put the knife through the crust, jam spilling onto the side.

	She hissed.

	"Okay, taking the softball team is one thing, but taking my man's penis away is TOO FUCKING FAR."

	She grabbed her phone and checked her messages.

	Maybe it was time to start replying.

	A few missed birthdays... Mom called... A Freddie text.

	'Crap.'

	She hadn't messaged him in two weeks.

	Well, he was busy fucking Coach right?

	'Wait... '

	A nugget of an idea formed in her head.

	'He's busy fucking Coach... we haven't hung out in a while... Maybe he could say something to her... '

	"I'm a bad freakin' friend," she muttered, thumbing a quick reply. She jabbed the send button with her thumb.

	A look down at the plate made her sigh, wishing it was Kevin making a mess of her instead of her making a mess of this sandwich.

	Part of her played with the idea of imagining it was a vagina and poking a finger inside. She shook her head and decided that thinking without sleep (or sex) was not a good idea, shoving the monstrosity into her face.

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	The familiar smell of musty cushions and damp wood greeted Jane as she entered the clubhouse, setting a box of bats down in the cupboard.

	'They really should change those chair covers... '

	Her toe bent a little too far on the way down, making a sliver of pain worm it's way up her leg.

	"Hnn...

	The hole she had made in the wall was still present... no-one had commented on it yet. Hopefully the other coaches weren't too bothered by it.

	Her eyes found the table. The table where he'd fucked her for the first time.

	A sigh escaped, and Jane ran her hands through her hair, pulling at the roots, massaging her scalp as if it could somehow erase the feeling of sweet lips on her shoulders, pillowy thighs wrapped tight around her as she thrust her womanhood deep into him.

	'Jane, snap out of it!'

	Just lingering on it was enough to make her heart ache.

	'Yeah, maybe I should even it out and break my other big toe... '

	Her reveries were interrupted by a voice that made her instinctively want to empty her stomach.

	"Ah Coach! Thought I'd find you here...

	Jane's lips thinned as she turned to see Dean surveying the clubhouse as one might his royal estate, a 'pleasant' expression on his face.

	"Yes, this is where I am after every practice. Well done."

	He pretended not to hear the slight.

	"I just wanted to have a little chinwag about how things are going... I think we can all agree there's been some real improvement these past few weeks! None of that soft stuff from before...

	"If that's your opinion."

	He sidled to lean on the table, closer to her.

	"Yes... Well... Progress aside...

	It was worrying how eager he seemed, stubble contorting around an overly pleasant smile, and she braced herself.

	"... I think we could make things even better."

	"And what exactly is your suggestion this time? Make Bob cry again? Kick the slowest runner in the shins repeatedly? Throw the youngest member of the team to a pack of ravenous wolves perhaps?"

	"Oh you're being dramatic, and Bob just needs to man up... His thick brow turned up into a concerned hill. "Is it ah... that time of month?"

	Her eyes narrowed to slits. The fact he was sincere in his concern was almost more infuriating.

	"No, it's not." she uttered between clenched teeth.

	'And thankfully never will be... '

	"... so stop tiptoeing and say what you have to say."

	He set his stance wide, his voice as low as it could go in it's baritone.

	"Well then... I want to be assistant coach."

	Jane was temporarily speechless.

	'... Who knew ravenous wolves wasn't the worst available option?'

	Releasing her jaw proved difficult, but somehow she managed it.

	"... Excuse me? I'm sorry, no."

	He sighed, and his demeanour shifted, eyebrows furrowing which somehow made them even thicker and darker.

	"Look... I don't want to tell people...

	Jan's eyes widened.

	"... But it would be rather scandalous wouldn't it... the Coach and the player... In the clubhouse... it's a small town...

	A tendon in her neck tightened, and something in her brain felt like it might pop. Jane had to take a long breath to relax the pulsing in her temple as Dean opened his hands in a gesture of diplomacy.

	"... and I just feel it would be best for the team if I take a greater role with a little more responsibility."

	Anger dictated her first response.

	"Go to hell."

	Dean raised his hands higher, backing off.

	"Woah! Woah steady... Just think about it for a second... you're out of sorts Jane."

	"Coach," she hissed, her tone venomous.

	"COACH, yes... yes... but are you telling me you've not been... distracted? Preoccupied? Why, ever since Freddie left...

	Her nostrils flared, and she opened her mouth to retort, but something in his words cut through.

	"Well... that's...

	Dean, sensing his advantage, pressed on.

	"I can help... I'll take the weight off your shoulders... you know... it'll make things much easier... Especially whilst you ah... work things out with Freddie...

	Every time he said the name it was like a knife being shoved between her ribs.

	"Well.."

	She thought about arguing longer, and realised it was pointless. He would get his way one way or another. It was also true that she was out of sorts.

	Her response came out clipped.

	"... You know what? Fine. You want to be the assistant Coach? Fine... Congratulations."

	"Well, that's great... !" Dean gave an overly sympathetic smile whilst trying not to bounce in delight and made to put a hand on her shoulder, but another venomous look deterred him. "Honestly this'll be great, it really will! And you can spend time with your ah... boyfriend?"

	She sniffed.

	"I have to go to the bathroom."

	Jane stormed out before he could offer any more words, slamming the bathroom door closed before trudging to a cubicle.

	The one in the far corner was becoming a firm favourite.

	When she sat down on the lid, she scrunched her eyes closed, using all of her will to supress any tears that might have thought about pushing through.

	'Right now sure would be a nice time for someone to show up... or maybe just someone to hold.'

	She imagined a pale, brown-haired boy sitting on her lap, his arms around her sides.

	A sniff came, and her eyes welled up.

	"You are not fucking crying," she spat at herself, wiping the wetness away.

	The cubicle felt even smaller than usual.

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	Two days later...

	"Hi! I'm Fruddie... Freddied...

	The words jumbled in his mouth, Freddie quickly double checking in his head if this was the right restaurant, the right time, and then for some reason, the right continent.

	It had to be, although clearly the waiters weren't actually Italian.

	"... FREDDIE... Fred."

	The hastily assembled smile on his face showed his nerves as scents of garlic and basil fluttered past, following dishes placed quickly on tables nearby.

	"Yes, I think you're who I was waiting for... I'm Jennifer"

	The girl wore a polite smile on her face, and they tentatively put their hands out into an awkward slide that never really resolved into an actual handshake.

	Fred sat down and finally managed to observe her close-up.

	She was plump, frizzy curls falling down her sides, with a sweet complexion and a cute button nose. In the warm light of the restaurant, she appeared quite comforting to the senses.

	'I hope she likes the shirt... I even ironed it.'

	He still couldn't believe he was on a date. With a girl. Fred reminded himself to thank Damian again.

	Potentially two women in one calendar lifetime? He almost felt spoilt.

	Well.. one girl and one Goddess.

	'Stop comparing,' he thought to himself, resolving his focus on the real-life woman in front of him.

	"So... What are you into?"

	"Oh... like... For my work? Or... fun?"

	He could feel an itch on his elbow that was quite distracting.

	'Better not to discuss work whilst unemployed... '

	"For fun!"

	She flicked her eyes upwards.

	"UMmmmmm... I don't know... movies... tv shows...

	"Oh cool! Like what... drama... superheroes?"

	She nodded, "Oh I like the superhero ones, the um... the 'Purple... pro... oh what was it?'

	He nodded eagerly.

	"The purple protector?"

	"Yeah!"

	"Oh I LOVE that one!"

	"Great!"

	They shared a relieved smile as a couple chatting just behind her shoulder caught Fred's eye.

	They were saying something business-related, but Fred didn't really care about what they were saying, honing in on the blond hair of the woman, her decent height, and the beauty that he could discern from this angle, the trace of a straightish jaw...

	Hairs stood up on his neck.

	It wasn't her though.

	His excitement dimmed immediately as he realised that the hair was too long, frame less toned, clothes too loose. Fred disregarded it, managing to pull his focus back on Jennifer.

	"So...

	They hadn't said anything for five seconds, and after another two Fred was shifting in his seat.

	"Nice... place!"

	He gestured to the intimate restaurant around them, little vine plants crawling up trellises, pictures of fresh tomatoes and spaghetti on the wall.

	"Yeah!" she responded eagerly, "It is!"

	"So... what do you do?"

	Freddie bleated.

	"Ah, I ah... I'm...

	He searched for a phrase that wasn't as blunt as 'unemployed'.

	"... Not doing much right now... workwise...

	"Oh, right... Well that's okay!"

	"And... and you?"

	"I'm just finishing Springfield University."

	"Oh cool, what degree?"

	"Teaching."

	"Nice... Do you...

	His brain seemed to be trying to push through a thick wall of dough.

	"... Teach... well?"

	"Yeah, I hope so."

	The clatters of pans in the kitchen and low background music filled the pauses in their conversation, which seemed like it would become a theme of the evening as delicious smells wafted over their heads.

	"... Shall we order?"

	"I guess!"

	Despite the stiltedness in conversation, it was at least enjoyable how well-equipped in the breast department she was, and Freddie found himself glancing at them over his menu.

	'Wow... They're nice... '

	At least C-cups, probably bigger, with a hint of freckles at the top which was cute.

	He found himself thinking back to the only other boobs he'd seen up close in real life whilst staring at the garlic dough balls, which looked quite appetising.

	'Hers were a little smaller proportion-wise... but God they felt good... having them shoved in my face was even better... '

	"What do you want?"

	He jerked, focusing back on her vacant, but pretty smile, fiddling with the hem of his crinkled shirt.

	"Uh... FOOD! yeah... food...

	She waited patiently as he scanned the menu.

	Somehow the fact she was there watching, silently, made him feel quite uncomfortable, perusing what looked like pretty delicious dishes without much of it entering his brain.

	"Uh, I'll just have the... pizza," he said lamely.

	"I'll have that too!"

	There was a sense of overt pleasantness to her, like the human equivalent of a daffodil. Harmless. Sweet.

	'She's no Jane, but... '

	Something caught in his throat.

	'Stop thinking about Jane.'

	Especially her incredible tits.

	'Stop'.

	Or Dick.

	'STOP.'

	His eyes found the dough balls on the menu again, and immediately her big, fat, juicy balls were in his mouth.

	Fred could feel his heart accelerating and scratched his head, a surge of saliva leaking onto his tongue.

	'They way it felt when I sucked on them... the pulse which meant she was getting close..'

	He felt the need to bash his own head in, trying to somehow erase the feelings using only the power of straining his neck muscles to turn his face puce.

	'STOP.'

	"A... are you alright?"

	"Huh?! Oh, nothing!"

	Fred wiped his brow, where sweat was now dappled.

	"... Okay... You just seemed a little... confused...

	"It's nothing, really!... do you like uh... sport?"

	"Oh, no... I don't really play or watch. Do you?"

	"Yeah, I like...

	'Softball."

	"... I UH... I like basketball... football... What are you into then?"

	"I like knitting.. uh... dogs, horseriding...

	Fred was really struggling.

	Neither of them were exactly a natural at taking control of a conversation. Her nature seemed gentle, like a foal that had wandered out of the forest.

	His eyes glanced down at the hint of cleavage on show again. Still nice...

	He hitched on his kindest smile whilst trying not to think about a woman's hand on his neck, guiding it down to her cock, her expression as his ass coaxed her seed from her body... the longing in it.

	"... and I went to Disneyland once, also when my family w...

	'JUST STOP IT.'

	"JUST... !"

	Jennifer's face scrunched up into a ball.

	"Oh, sorry... did I say something wrong?"

	He realised he had spoken out loud.

	"NO, no... sorry!... you were saying?"

	"Um well... My family took me to a wine-tasting retreat in California... that was pretty great...

	"That sounds great... Maybe you can show me some good wine to drink!"

	"Well I have some back at my place if you're interested... better than this stuff."

	There was a hint of slyness in her expression, and his heart thumped a little faster.

	"Ha, sure... S-so...

	The door slamming closed made his ears prick, and his brain forgot the gibberish it had been about to spout.

	"... what are YOU into," she intervened, before the silence could descend again.

	"Oh uh, well beyond movies and games and stuff... uh...

	'I've got quite into huge dicks recently.'

	He felt his cheeks grow warm.

	"Uh... Home exercise?"

	'Dear God, really?'

	His hand subconsciously slide to his stomach where she had throbbed inside him.

	"Yeah...

	Jennifer's smile brightened.

	"Well... I like home exercise!"

	Fred's eyebrows rose.

	"Oh... cool!"

	"Like... all kinds of home exercise."

	'No way.'

	Fred's brain had to churn through what she'd just said, as the girl took a sip of wine, staring at him.

	'Am I... getting lucky?'

--------

	Jane breathed out, steaming the cool autumn air with white fog as she ploughed on past endless rows of maple trees, any sounds of nature blocked out by the dance music drowning her ears in driving rhythm.

	Her toe wasn't happy, but she carried on. It had been too long since she'd done some cardio.

	Sweat tinged her brow as she glanced back at the outskirts of the city, lights blinking in the distance, and then forwards to where she was running aimlessly, the last embers of sunlight falling.

	'If only I'd controlled myself.'

	She usually preferred calisthenics or weight training but had been unable to focus, running over agonising scenarios again and again until she forgot how many reps she had done, or sets, or in one particular instance even what exercise she had been doing.

	'All I need to do was control myself... '

	Dance music pumped into her ear as she pounded on, not really worrying about the direction, squeezing the phone in her left hand and pressing the volume higher until it was blasting through her skull.

	'What if I'm a monster?'

	The dark figure tore onwards into lengthening shadows, half-sprinting.

	'Maybe I deserve to be alone... He deserves better.'

	Car headlights whizzed past, but she didn't heed them, trying to free herself of the constant stream of thoughts dragging her down, increasing the pace.

	What looked like dirty brown hair and pale white skin flashed past in one of the car windows, and her attention snapped to it, veering from the road for a moment, before snorting.

	'Maybe I'm unlovable!'

	She sprang back onto a section of road where there was no path, sprinting down dark, endless tarmac.

	'A monster.'

	She didn't stop to check the headlights at her back.

	'Alone.'

	*SCREEEEEEEECH!*

	Squealing tires approached.

	She twisted to see a blur of red metal. Jane dodged, swinging her body sideways.

	Eyes widened in shock as the car clipped her left arm, pain lancing up it, the world spinning, and then Jane was falling sideways into a thicket of green and brown, the roar of a sports engine as it accelerated away ringing in her ears, wondering how she still had a head on her shoulders even as needles and sticks dug into the skin of her side.

	"What the...

	She lay for a moment, adrenaline pounding through her veins as she gasped before trying to move her left arm.

	"Ahhh... !"

	It didn't feel good.

	'Maybe broken.'

	She checked her other arm and legs, and scratches aside it all appeared to be in working order.

	The car had only clipped her, but even so it had been going so fast that she was extremely lucky to still be conscious. She tried moving her arm again.

	"UUGh...

	It hurt. Not as bad as when she had broken her leg... but still pretty awful.

	She probably needed an ambulance.

	Her phone.

	She checked her pockets. Nothing.

	Looking around she realised where it was, observing the pieces of plastic and metal scattered across the road. Those were just the pieces she could see.

	She tried to move.

	"MNNNuhhh!" she groaned.

	Her left side was aching, arm leading the charge as pain rifled up her elbow to her shoulder.

	But she was able to stand.

	The coolness of the night seemed to morph into real cold due to the wind chill, crawling across her exposed skin as the adrenaline wore off.

	Dazed, she pulled herself with shaky legs back onto the road, moaning every time her left arm made the tiniest of movements, holding it to her side and stumbling back towards town.

--------

	Fred's heart beat wildly as they connected lips, Jennifer's tongue unsure as it slid across his.

	'Weird... '

	It didn't exactly matter if her kissing technique wasn't perfect, because they were entering her apartment, which meant it was going to happen.

	He was going to have sex. With a second woman.

	Maybe he really was becoming a stud.

	They had managed to press through the food, dragging up enough conversation from the depths of their brains to get to the end of the meal, paying the bill before the small note of sexual tension could dissipate.

	It seemed like Jennifer was kind of set on getting laid regardless of how the date had gone, which was lucky for Fred as they shuffled through the door of the flat, Jennifer breaking the kiss to put a finger on her lips, before guiding him past the shabby kitchen and over to one of the bedroom doors.

	"My roommate always sleeps early," she muttered, a conspiratorial grin on her face.

	Fred was led into a pretty standard dorm room covered in Disney posters, random junk and a few half-folded items of clothing, with a single bed, desk and bathroom the only features barring whatever random stuff Jennifer had brought with her.

	Typical Uni dorm.

	Then all that didn't matter as he was led slowly to the bed.

	They kissed again.

	Once again, she seemed somewhat hesitant to fully insert tongues, as if she didn't want to go deeper, so they pushed a little back and forth on the surface instead as his hands found her front.

	As they sank onto the bed Fred fiddled off her dress, sharing awkward smiles and sweaty palms, before he found himself facing the dreaded bra test, gamely unclipping the red cups after a few tries which pinged away, leaving him face to face with a pair of double D tits.

	'Finally!'

	He couldn't help his eagerness, diving straight at the ripe melons, sucking at the softness of her nipples. She squirmed.

	"OOhh, just, slow down a little...

	He paused.

	"Sensitive."

	"Ah, sorry...

	"No, that's okay...

	He slowed, working around the edges instead, kissing across the areola and working towards her cherries which made her chest begin to expand and contract, feeling warm breath on his forehead, the hint of red wine she had been drinking earlier sharp in his nostrils, combining with the earthier scents of her body.

	Then she was sliding her hand down and gripping his hardness.

	It was weird how quiet she was, but he wasn't complaining as she pulled a hand down to her wetness.

	The first vagina he had ever felt.

	After the overt hardness of Jane, feeling the soft opening was completely different, and kinda weird.

	They sort of fiddled with each other for a bit, and for a moment he felt his erection falter, but after another suck of Jennifer's tits was soon back at full hardness.

	"Hey, got any condoms?"

	He paused.

	"Oh... uh... no."

	"It's okay, I do."

	She reached into a drawer and pulled out a few different flavours, plus lube.

	"Uh.. does it matter which flavour?" he asked.

	".. I don't think so...

	'Chocolate?'

	The decision was vexing, but he went with tropical, hoping it was the right choice as he unwrapped it.

	He managed to pull it halfway, but it felt slippery on the inside.

	"I.. I think you're putting it on wrong," she said.

	"No I...

	"If I could just.."

	"Hang on...

	"Really I think it's...

	"Like that... Yeah...

	Eventually they worked out that the slippery part was supposed to go on the outside, Freddie's cheeks red as he pulled the condom over his dick for the third time which felt pretty weird, unused to the rubbery texture.

	For his first time with a woman possessing a vagina, he was fine with it.

	"Okay...

	He came back, and suddenly found he didn't know what to do with a naked woman, waiting for him to make the first move.

	"Ah.. if I just... push your legs back like this."

	"Sure."

	"And then...

	"No problem."

	They managed to work themselves into a rough missionary position.. and then they were ready.

	'My second ever woman... '

	He tried to kiss her a bit more, finding that odd zero-tongue technique waiting for him, and after realising the kissing wasn't going to be all that intense tonight, pushed in.

	The warmth and wetness was kinda similar to Jane's lubed asshole... the difference was that Jennifer made no noticeable sound as he entered her.

	He pushed all the way to the hilt.

	It wasn't unpleasant... Kind of nice actually.

	"Right...

	He placed his hands on her boobs and began thrusting.

	"Nnn... Nnnn."

	Her face was one of concentration rather than enjoyment, staring at him.

	'Hm... maybe that's just how she enjoys it... '

	*Shlick-Shlick-Shlick*

	She was warm and soft, and the excitement of being inside a woman warred with the awkward silence (barring his own sighs and the quiet rustles of the blankets) as he continued to pump his hips. He wondered briefly why she was so quiet, watching him like a spectator in a bus window.

	"Hnn... Hnn...

	Nothing seemed to move, least of all the girl beneath him.

	Minutes ticked by.

	The feeling of her body was nice, but he struggled to keep himself hard at times, pumping away to seemingly no avail. She felt wet which meant she must be enjoying it... right?

	"E-everything alright?"

	She nodded.

	"Yep."

	"Right... Cool...

	They continued a little longer, Fred starting to pine for some other stimulation, for someone to rub her hands up his body, to revel in his touch...

	It was nothing like the furious passion of her.

	His cock hardened as he thought about what she would do to him right now.

	'She'd just wrap me up and destroy me... Slam her cock into my waiting hole... Wait, stop thinking about it!... think about Janifer... JENNIFER, think about Jennifer... '

	The pumping went on, wooden bed frame not even having the decency to creak as they bounced gently on the pillows without disturbing the arrangement in any noticeable way.

	*pat-pat-pat*

	His left ass cheek itched.

	'Don't think about it... you're close..!'

	Fred founding himself searching for the finish line rather than being swept away by it, and managed to force himself there by sucking on her now-swollen nipples, whimpering as his balls tightened, and warmth hit the end of his penis.

	After a few seconds of pleasure, everything snapped back to clarity.

	They were two sweaty, fleshy humans inside each other.

	He gave a weak smile and slowly pulled his softening cock out of her vagina, and she displayed no noticeable sign of having changed from the first meeting, despite her wetness and the hardened nubs on her chest.

	"Thanks...

	"E-everything okay?"

	"Yeah, yeah all good."

	She had that polite smile back.

	"Right...

	They lay looking at each other, awkwardly.

	"Um... I'm gonna go shower."

	"Right! Great...

	She grabbed some tissues and placed them next to him, before wandering to the toilet.

	Fred watched her go with an odd mixture of pride, confusion and embarrassment.

	'Well... another notch on the bedpost I guess... '

	He tugged the end of the condom, which fell away and began leaking cum onto the sheets.

	"Shit...

	As he was fiddling with the tissues, his phone vibrated.

	'Her?'

	He glanced at it.

	Terry.

	Flicking sweat from his fingers, he clicked on the message, opening it.

	Two words.

	*Burger-town?*

	He thumbed a 'yes' in response, and then noticed a recent message in his recent list.

	From Jane. A week ago.

	His heart thumped harder than it had the entire evening. He still hadn't read it yet.

	He glanced at the bathroom, then down at the message.

	For a second or two his finger hovered over it... And then slipped to the side of his phone and locked it.

--------

	Jane's teeth chattered.

	The coolness was really starting to sap her energy as she stuck out a thumb and waved it at a pair of approaching headlights.

	"Come on," she muttered, teeth clenched.

	It came quick, and the sound of a roaring monster accompanied it, Jane stumbling aside as the sixteen-wheeler raced on, thankful that she had stood well back in case they decided to test out the rest of her body's durability.

	"Fucking ASSHOLE!" she screamed as the lights weaved off into the distance, pointed at the town she was trying her best to reach..

	She'd been walking for the past hour, and at this rate would need at least another half-hour to get back to civilization. She had tried to jog, but any serious movement made the nerves in her left arm scream.

	And her toe was hurting again.

	'Just don't think about it.'

	The toe was the least of her concerns, as her arm was definitely broken, probably more than once. Maybe a few fingers too.

	"Shit."

	She continued on, legs now aching as well.

	The cold was beginning to get uncomfortable, hands freezing into rock-like fists as she tried to keep the bad arm tucked close to her body. Thank God she'd brought water with her, the bottle scraped and faded, but still good, and she took a swig.

	She grimaced, pain winding up her left arm.

	'Come on.'

	Left foot-Right foot.

	They scraped across the uneven road.

	Left foot-Right foot.

	All the while her self-talk wouldn't leave her alone.

	'Wow, you're nearly getting yourself killed over getting rejected by him? You really are pathetic. Maybe if you weren't such an animal he wouldn't have left you... '

	She growled, wishing she were able to run, instead having to keep herself walking steadily down that same, dark road.

	Left foot-Right foot

	The trees seemed endless.

	Where was the nearest hospital?

	She went to check her phone and remembered it was decorating the tarmac a number of miles behind her.

	"Fuck."

	At least muttering to under her breath made her feel a little better.

	Jane dragged onwards, continuing to mumble to herself until something illuminated her back.

	She turned, jerking out her thumb desperately and waving as the lights resolved into an estate car approaching closer.

	"Come on... !"

	When the indicator switched on, Jane moaned in relief.

	"Oh FINALLY...

	The car slowed to a stop, and a window lowered revealing a concerned looking man with thin hair.

	He stared at the shivering women clutching her limp left arm.

	"Ey, you alright lady?"

	His shrill voice had a southern twang, but to Jane it sounded like the voice of an angel.

	"Not exactly...

--------

	Two days later...

	The grease and oil in the air made Fred's heart palpitate, both in anticipation and mild worry at what was about to be stuffed into it's body.

	He took in a deeper whiff.

	A few weeks ago he had been a virgin. Now, he had done it multiple times.

	'And been done multiple times.'

	Fred tapped his foot, checking outside the booth in case a toothy grin presented itself at the front of Burger-town. Nothing but the blue-haired waiter caught his eye, weaving between a happy-looking old couple.

	"Why did I even bother," he muttered.

	'At least I can eat something tasty.'

	As he perused the menu that he pretty much knew off by heart, he glanced at a picture of two bulging slider burgers next to each other. They could almost have looked like an ass.

	Her juicy, round ass...

	"No, no you're not getting turned on by burger buns," he growled to himself, snapping the menu closed and throwing it aside.

	"Why the long face, you miss me?!?"

	He jumped, and then couldn't mask his relief as Terry wove into view, maniacal grin plastered on her face again, and she skipped to the edge of the table and immediately dove in for a hug.

	"'Sup bitch.'"

	He huffed.

	"Seriously, can you not wait two seconds even?"

	"Nope," she responded, sliding into seat across from him, ponytail whipping around as she snatched a menu. Despite trying to look annoyed, Fred felt a subtle weight lift off his chest.

	"So... what's cooking?"

	"Nothing because you're late."

	"My bad."

	"Probably Kevin's bad."

	At this her smile faltered a little.

	"Yeah.. ha... maybe."

	It seemed like he'd touched a nerve.

	"Wanna order?"

	She nodded eagerly.

--------

	The burgers were juicy and succulent, and Fred moaned as he snaffled the last bite and sat back, rubbing his swollen belly. They'd jabbered away between bites, Fred filling Terry in on the comic he was reading, and Terry telling him about a new detective game where a ghost had to solve their own murder.

	"Ohhh... I'm stuffed," moaned Terry.

	"Yeah...

	They lay in a beef-induced torpor until eventually Fred summoned the power to speak, still savouring the delicious meaty flavours lingering on his tongue.

	"So... what you been up to apart from games?"

	Terry grunted, holding a bloated belly.

	"Hm, Usual!... Studying... Relaxing... softball but... well softball isn't really softball anymore."

	"Huh... okay, why?"

	"Yeah... it's... I dunno...

	"You don't know?"

	"It's... shit."

	"Why?"

	She grimaced.

	"Ugh lemme digest first, I don't wanna go into it just yet... lemme hear about you, how's Jane?!"

	He flinched, and suddenly the after-taste of the burger wasn't as satisfying, the feeling of being next to Terry in their favourite place not comforting enough.

	"Ha funnily enough Ter... I don't want to talk about it just yet... digestion, etcetera...

	"Wait, Whaaaaat? Why not?"

	He let out a resigned sigh.

	"Well... we're... on a break. Kind of... I haven't spoken to her in a little while...

	"But... What?! You guys were SO INTO each other!"

	"Well that's changed... and yesterday... I guess I went on a date."

	Her jaw dropped.

	"Holy shit man, you move like lightning, when did you become a full-time stud?!?!"

	He sighed.

	"When you were swanning off with Kevin."

	"Ah... Yeah... sorry about that... Still, you seem to be doing alright without me! I thought you were like... sleeping off your sex sessions with Coach or something."

	He grimaced.

	"Huh...

	"But... that's still crazy... you're like a train now, now you're rolling nobody can stop the Fred from bedding them!"

	"Yeah... all I need is a dressing gown and a mansion to assume my final form."

	They both let out a tension-easing chuckle.

	"Well... ? How was it wiiith?"

	"Jan... Jennifer. You mean the date? Or...

	She couldn't cover her laugh.

	"Ha oh wowww we're doing quick turnovers huh?"

	His cheeks went red.

	"Well...

	"SO how was it with Janennifer?"

	"Oh, it was...

	'Weird.'

	She gave him an encouraging smile, which Freddie didn't return.

	"... it was okay."

	Terry grinned.

	"Ha... Guess it's kinda difficult to measure up when it's Coach M you're trying to compare to!"

	"Well I never went on a date with her so...

	He checked around him in case anyone was listening, but the diner bustled on around them, their conversation subdued under the sounds of shouting in the kitchen and chattering. Some of the smells were enticing enough that it almost made Freddie want to get round two until his belly groaned, explaining in no uncertain terms that it would probably file for divorce if he attempted to put so much as a crumb in his mouth.

	"But ya fucked right?"

	He snorted before nodding.

	"Wow you really are a stud aren't you...

	Terry seemed to be savouring every morsel of information almost as much as the burger she had demolished moments earlier.

	"... but by your reaction, I'd say it's not the mind-blowing mega-fuck that your coachy woachy was... right?"

	"Shut up."

	She jumped up.

	"HA, I'm RIGHT! Ya know, I really should be a detective...

	"Can you sit down please?!" he hissed, glancing at the neighbouring tables.

	"Why certainly My Dear Watson."

	He sighed as she dropped back.

	"I just... wish she would get out of my brain...

	"Yeah, I get you... that's not easy...

	There was a moment of the clatter of dishes and chatter where neither spoke. Terry put a hand on his and squeezed.

	"My first crush drove me so wild I wanted to eat my own head."

	Fred guffawed.

	"No, that's just you being weird."

	"I never said I was the authority on relationships... but ask me about sex and you're golden."

	"Ha... I'm never asking you about sex, you're a deviant."

	"Meh whatever... Hey, who do you think would win in a fight, Kev or Coach?"

	Fred puffed his chest, competitiveness flaring.

	"No chance... Jane would destroy him, she's WAY stronge-... He pursed his lips as her knowing expression came to the fore, "... NOT that I'm still into her or anything... I'm just stating facts...

	She chuckled.

	"No need to get defensive."

	"I'm not getting defensive."

	"Sure."

	"I'm NOT GETTING DEFENSIVE."

	"Okay, you're clearly very happy with the situation."

	"I AM."

	"Great."

	Terry's smirk was infuriating. And contagious.

	He couldn't help an exasperated smile after a moment.

	"Alright... Maybe I'm a little defensive."

	Terry's expression softened and she leaned forwards.

	"How uh... how is she?"

	His heart beat a little faster.

	"I don't know."

	"How long has it been?"

	"Few weeks."

	"Hmmm."

	"... what?"

	Terry sighed.

	"Well... she's been acting strange since you left... in fact it's partly why practice is going bad."

	"So?"

	"Er... I don't know, seems like maybe she misses you."

	If he had been standing his knees might have started shaking, and wistfulness hit him for a few seconds until the silence was broken by Terry letting out a loud burp, which made Fred chuckle.

	"Wow, sexy... how's Kevin?"

	Her demeanour edged closer to his own, shoulders shrinking in.

	"Ah, he's... Been a little stand-offish lately."

	"Oh, right... Not burping at him enough?"

	Terry scrunched her nose.

	"Ha yeah... but he's kinda stopped having sex with me."

	"OH... right...

	"Yeah... since he lost the captaincy...

	Freddie didn't know what to say to this news, watching as Terry wiped a few crumbs from her mouth with a napkin before violently balling it up, throwing it against the window.

	"Yeah... kinda ridiculous... like come ON it's not that big a deal!"

	"Well Dean has a way of being especially annoying...

	Terry rolled her eyes.

	"YEAH well... it's hit Kev hard...

	Fred couldn't resist a light rib.

	"Maybe you should try shagging Dean instead. Wouldn't want to get demoted from fucking the team captain."

	She screwed up her face.

	"EWWWWWW JESUS FRED!"

	He snickered as Terry pretended to vomit.

	"Jesus that is a mental image I'm going to have to physically remove from my brain with pliers... But seeing as you've put it there Fred... I'm gonna ask you for a favour."

	His eyebrows raised, and a hint of defensiveness entered his tone.

	"Oh Yeah? Well... fine but, where were you for the past few weeks?"

	"Dude, I'm sorry about not texting... Honestly, I am."

	"Not at the time."

	"Well... I liked Kevin!... I was hoping it might get serious...

	"Yeah, but you can still have friends."

	She leaned forwards.

	"Okay I get it... It was just a passionate, spur-of-the moment thing, right? I got swept up in it... But Fred, can you talk to her?"

	His temple throbbed, expression souring.

	"Huh? To Jane?!"

	She nodded quickly.

	"Yeah! For you.. for me... just for a bit. It works out for everyone!"

	His expression became colder.

	"Why? If you want to get Kevin back as captain so bad then ask her yourself!...

	She rolled her eyes.

	"Okay look... Just because Jane broke up with you, doesn't m-"

	His eyes bugged out.

	"BROKE UP WITH ME?!? Whoa, no... no she didn't break up with me!."

	Terry's eyebrows rose.

	"Oh! I just assumed...

	"Why would you assume that?"

	Her cheeks went red.

	"Well... I just thought... ya know... looking at you guys... But it's cool, I thought you were cute together..!"

	He sniffed.

	"Whatever."

	She lowered her voice.

	"May I ask why you guys uh... broke up?"

	He went quiet.

	"Well uh... she got... aggressive...

	"She hit you?!" she hissed.

	"What?! NO! No she just... kinda... Used me...

	Terry's cheeks began to turn red, and Freddie realised she was imagining the scenario in her head.

	".. And I'm not sure if she really likes me."

	"Well... okay... Did you talk to her about it?"

	He sighed.

	"Well... I did... but now I'm wondering if she can control it... I mean you should have seen her, I was like some sort of... Of rag doll or something. A fleshlight with lungs and a fully functioning set of kidneys."

	"Aw Fred... That sucks...

	"Yeah.."

	"... I mean it also sounds pretty hot."

	"For FUCK'S SAKE TER... I'm trying to... I mean... yeah but...

	"But did you like it?"

	He gulped like a fish for a moment as he remembered the eyes of a blond tiger, rampaging her hips against his ass, spearing him with her engorged member.

	"N... Well...

	She snickered, noting his cheeks had gained a rosy tint.

	"Fred, maybe you guys just need to get your boundaries straight, so she needs to understand how you feel and be mindful of it.. go talk to her!"

	She leaned forwards.

	"... also can you also do it because Dean is kind ruining my future husband's mojo."

	Fred huffed.

	"Oh okay, SURE, I guess I need to help you get ploughed every night... You probably wouldn't even be here if Kevin was still on top of you, right?"

	"Hey, it's... It's not like that... !"

	He sniffed.

	"Glad you've got your priorities sorted... Was that the only reason you really wanted to see me? Be honest."

	"What, NO, it's not! Look I'm sorry for not texting and all that... and I know I've been kinda missing... But Kevin... he could be the one... just like I'm pretty sure YOU think Jane might be the one...

	His throat tightened.

	"I don't think-"

	She cut him off

	"Oh COME ON, you guys looked like you were freaking drunk whenever you walked around each other in training!"

	Warmth came to his cheeks as Terry leaned in.

	"Dude.. Does she... care about you? Like, not just physically I mean?"

	"Well...

	She always supported him in the team, tough though her methods could be.

	Tried to improve him.

	Through encouragement.

	Tough love.

	That didn't excuse her aggression, but...

	"I mean... sure...

	Her gigantic schlong waved in the air in his imagination.

	'STOP IT.'

	"Maybe all she wants to do to me is... Just... urm...

	He trailed off into silence.

	"Fuck your butt?" finished Terry sweetly.

	Fred grimaced.

	"Shut up."

	"What?"

	"JUST, shut up...

	She guffawed.

	"OH come on!... it's kinda funny though."

	He rubbed his arm before responding, trying to keep his voice low in case anyone in the neighbouring booths heard.

	"Terry... Listen... you're joking about all this but you weren't there when I needed you... once you started hanging out with Kevin I wasn't even a third wheel... I became like... like the deflated tyre or something."

	She waved a hand at him in theatrical fashion.

	"Oh COME ON, you're not a wheel... you're irreplaceable, like a part of the engine, the gizmojabsit or something... And we were in the good bit of the relationship, don't tell me you weren't focused on your Janey when she was giving you that D!"

	He glowered, something in his temple throbbing as he flashed a glance behind him to check no-one had heard.

	"Will you STOP SAYING that?!"

	"WHAT? It's a fact!"

	"Well it's not funny, so just cut it out... I still answered texts and stuff whilst I was with her!"

	Terry's smile was mischievous.

	"Maybe she didn't give you enough D."

	Fred's temple throbbed harder.

	"You know what? I'll GO and ask her about the softball, but that's it... then I'm moving to freakin' KANSAS or something... so I'm not... not used by you assholes...

	Terry raised an eyebrow as he threw a ragged-looking twenty dollar bill on the table.

	"Fred, come on...

	He got up and stormed past a waiter who barely managed to hold onto the glasses he was carrying.

	"WATCH it dude!"

	People stared after him as the young figure running through the swinging front doors.

	She looked on with a soft expression.

	"Fred... ?"

	He didn't look back.

--------

	A few days later...

	"WOAH Coach, what happened?!?"

	Charlene's mouth was open in shock, eyes drawn straight first to the left arm enclosed in a white sling and then to the small cuts across Coach Matherson's face.

	Zoey gasped, and more began to gather around.

	"Are you okay?"

	"Goodness Coach!"

	"Minor accident... nothing serious," she responded, wishing the inside of the cast wouldn't itch so much as more confused faces turned to see what the commotion was.

	"Oh Coach!"

	"Hey, is Coach alright?"

	"Like I said, it's MINOR... I was jogging and a car clipped me... my fault... now can we all GATHER IN PLEASE!"

	She winced as a little pain flared from her elbow to her wrist.

	Dean's eyes seemed to go round like silver coins.

	"Oh Jane... it appears you're injured... Look if you want to sit this one out, I'll be more than happy to-."

	"NO, I'm perfectly capable... she said quickly.

	He pouted, stepping closer.

	"But giving everyone less than one hundred percent might not be fair when they require rugged, full-on coaching!"

	"I'll manage," she responded, trying to clench her jaw with the same intensity she usually managed. "EVERYONE IN."

	The team complied although all eyes lasered on the injury.

	'Best nip this in the bud early.'

	"Everybody, I just wanted to make it clear before the warm-up for those of you who have just got here that I am FINE... Just know that you're lucky I won't be pitching fastballs anytime soon."

	There was a titter that spread through the crowd.

	"Now, important news... Recently I have decided... exacerbated by current circumstances...

	Bob chimed in.

	"Oh, what happened to your arm!"

	"I'M FINE!" She snapped, and Bob recoiled.

	"S.. sorry, Bob.." she muttered after, "Just... A-as I was saying... I think I will be in need of an assistant coach for the short term...

	Worried faces began to appear in the group as she glanced at Dean, taking a certain satisfaction at his smile lessening at the words 'short-term',

	"So... as my assistant coach.."

	The group bristled.

	"... I will be appointing...

	"Don't, you freakin' say it," hissed Terry.

	Jane looked at her in surprise, before composing herself.

	"... Dean."

	The looks of shock on everyone's face would have almost been funny if they hadn't been mixed with intense disappointment. Kevin looked like he had something stuck in his throat, and Bob seemed to want to disappear inside his own head, mouth agape.

	Stares lasered the man who was beaming, possessing a smile so pompous that it inspired revulsion in all who witnessed it.

	"I am honoured!" said Dean, thumbs upping Jane and the team as he stepped forwards. "I will make sure to do my due diligence and approach the task as efficiently as possible!...

	Jane nodded quickly, cutting off the speech.

	"Right... now, l-"

	Dean raised his voice.

	"..AND OF COURSE I will do my best to work alongside Jane here...

	Her lip curled.

	... As well as I possibly can!"

	"My name to you is still Coach... Assistant."

	Murmurs spread through the group as Dean's sunny smile lost some of it's lustre.

	"Now warm-up the team."

	The briefly mirthful expressions in front of her turned to glowers as Dean pompously clicked his fingers and began to jog, not waiting for them to prepare themselves.

	"Fuckin' a-hole," muttered Terry as she began to follow, loud enough that Dean's expression darkened.

	"Let's all focus please! Terry take an extra lap."

	She huffed and took off, apparently keen on working off some of her aggression.

	He led them in a medium-paced jog for two laps, doing odd arm movements that Jane was unsure would achieve anything. It didn't matter, as long as they got warmed up in some fashion.

	When they were back, everyone seemed strangely docile.

	Jane glanced at the gate before beginning, a flash of milky white skin that she could only see in her head refusing to turn into reality.

	"This week... we're going to work on your opening batting stance."

	"Exactly, stance is key!"

	"Thank you Dean but please wait a moment."

	"Ah of course."

	"So, the first lesson is to have your feet as wide as comfortable, both feet facing the plate"

	"Also always keep your elbows bent!"

	"ONE MOMENT please Dean... as I was saying you hold the bat like this... in fact Bob if you could come to demonstrate for me...

	An inch before he was on the batting plate, a hand clapped on his shoulder.

	He looked back into the face of his personal demon.

	"Perhaps I should step in...

	Jane felt like she was suffering from a sudden onslaught of constipation as Dean stepped past Bob with his bat raised in an overly exaggerated stance.

	"... Right."

	She waited for him to move as Bob traipsed back into line, then realized Dean was not planning to transition into a more workable stance.

	"Right, well... first of all we can already make a few improvements to this.. we'll need to get a little more relaxed, feet a little wider."

	Dean's finger pointed to the air.

	"But also we can stay high for mobility."

	"For... Dean I think in the majority of cases it is more useful to be in a more athletic open stance as it allows for a lower centre of gravity, so if you wouldn't mind getting a little lower... Lower than that... Excuse me.."

	She pushed down on one shoulder until Dean actually began to bend his knees slightly, going into a begrudging pose with his feet barely shoulder-width apart which Jane decided would have to do if they wanted to actually move onwards, her other arm aching.

	"Secondly... hn... we will make sure that the front elbow is face towards the ball...

	Dean's voice was loud as he cut across her.

	"Oh you seem to be in some pain, are you sure you're well!?"

	"I'm FINE!"

	"Right, It just seems like you're in some difficulty... Also you forgot to tell them about the correct grip."

	"... What Grip?"

	"The keystone grip."

	"I... I'm sorry, I have never heard of a keystone grip... but personally I think a grip should be as comfortable as possible, door-knock knuckles lined up...

	"Maybe for amateurs...

	Jane ground her teeth.

	"You know what? Let's just run a drill and we can fix as we go."

	She turned her back on Dean who let out a huff as she glanced at the gate again, her arm not the only thing aching as she clutched her chest for a moment.

	The feeling of his sweet cheeks clutching her rod as it spurted cum over his insides hit her in a split-second.

	"... E... EVERYONE UP, we're going to split into two lines, me and Dean will throw balls to the front of the line, each batter will... will attempt to hit the targets we have placed in the outfield starting with the left, and then go to the back of the line. Left target first, right target second. Clear?"

	Everyone nodded their heads, and then they were jogging into lines as Jane imagined him snug to her body, like a jigsaw piece perfectly sandwiched against her. Something in her pants began to inflate, and she had to dig her fingernails into her palm to stop it happening.

	When she resurfaced, it was to the sight of Bob being ushered away from her line by a smug-looking Dean. He gestured to Charlene who moved further away, firmly planting herself in Jane's line.

	Jane growled, flexing her muscles, and immediately pain flared once more in her left arm.

	"HHnnnn...

	As she wiped a dab of sweat from her brow she noticed her line was significantly longer than his.

	"Ah, could a... few at the back of my line switch to Dean's please."

	Terry and Kevin huffed and trudged across like they were being asked to volunteer as tribute.

	'Still uneven, but only by a few people. Whatever.'

	She glanced at the gate again, more in habit than with hope, before continuing.

	"So ah... Yes, let's start!"

	She drew back and threw a mid-pace ball to Mo who blasted one into the target to the left.

	Only a tiny bit of pain in her arm from the body-movement. Workable.

	"Great strike, don't roll your wrists too much, allow your body to provide the main power."

	He ran to the back, and then Stacey came to the front, her lips thin, a little unsurely raising her bat.

	Jane's frown deepened, and she curved back and launched a harder ball than the last, which Stacey gamely tried to connect with, missing the ball completely.

	Stacey was usually quite reliable.

	The woman looked rather forlorn in that moment.

	"It's alright, next one, eyes on the ball!"

	"And the seams!" added Dean, making Jane grunt.

	"Idiot," she muttered.

	The next ball was softer, and Stacey managed to get it to within a few metres of the target.

	"Better!"

	She traipsed to the back of the line.

	Jane glanced over to see Dean busy pulling Bob's bat upwards into what looked like an uncomfortable attempt to diminish the boy's height.

	"Dean, can we move along please?" she called.

	Dean turned and begrudgingly nodded, trundling to the pitcher position before whirling and throwing a ball with all his might at Bob. The ball was slightly wide, and Bob gamely got himself into as good a stance as he could in the split second he was able, but still hitting clean air.

	*SWOOSH*

	"HOAH, come on Bob, that's terrible! This was exactly why you didn't make it to first base in the last match, what did I tell you about watching the seam...

	"B-but I wasn't ready.."

	"You should ALWAYS be ready! I think we'd better try that again so everyone can see the problem here!"

	Bob's lower lip wobbled, and Jane watched the boy raise his bat out of the corner of his eye whilst she distractedly threw to her own line. Bob already looked defeated.

	She called over.

	"Slightly lower in stance Bob, aim for smoothness, not power!"

	His chin raised, and he crouched a little.

	Dean narrowed his eyes in her direction, and then once again release a ball quickly, intent on catching his opponent unaware.

	Bob was ready this time, and managed to connect a semi-decent swing which popped away, not particularly close to the target, but certainly a hell of a lot better than hitting clean air.

	"That's at least first base!" called Jane.

	"Nowhere near the target, shoddy!" shouted Dean, motioning with his arm for Bob to go to the back of the line.

	Bob looked downcast once again.

	"Fuck," murmured Jane, before sending a vicious ball at Charlene who missed it entirely as it whizzed past her nose.

	"OOOH!"

	Jane put her hand up, wincing as the previous motion had caused pain to shoot up her left side.

	"Oh, sorry Charlene!... Sorry...

	The woman looked a little shaken, readying her bat for the next hit.

	Jane gave her an easy take, and Charlene knocked it onto the target.

	"Great hit! Sorry about that... Good stance all round, don't be afraid to put even more body into that swing."

	The woman seemed quite relieved, almost smiling as she bustled to the back of the queue.

	"Come on Jane," she muttered, "Get it together."

	As they continued and some semblance of normality took hold, the breeze became stronger, sun drifting lower, shadows beginning to crawl towards her as she rubbed her stomach.

	With all that had taken place so far it felt like the practice session was more stressful than she needed it to be, her toe deciding at that moment to casually remind her that it too, hurt.

	"Mmnn!"

	Jane fire another ball at Zoey who slammed it home, then glanced over to see Kevin taking position in front of Dean, rolling the bat steadily between his fingers.

	He looked like a member of a firing squad, about to execute a deserter.

	Dean clearly sensed the hostility and jostled for a moment on the pitcher's spot, before throwing a weak ball that barely made it the ten metres or so distance between them.

	Kevin's nostrils flared as he lined up and powered the ball with every last taut muscle in his body, sending the heavy object back where it had come from with venom.

	"GLUH!"

	Gasps came from the line as Dean doubled over, the ball having connected directly with his stomach, and he collapsed to the floor.

	There were titters and gasps from the team, and a tiny smirk of satisfaction came to Kevin's lips. Jane glared at him until she caught his eye. As soon as he realised she was looking, his gaze dropped to the floor, stalking to the back of the line.

	The lines of people shuffled, everyone unsure how to proceed as she marched over to check Dean was alright, slapping away a hand which reached out to stop her looking.

	"Hang on, let me check it."

	"M'fine," he winced.

	She pulled his shirt up a bit and saw what looked like a nasty bruise. Nothing serious.

	Lucky. He got hit hard enough to break a rib.

	"Let's take five people, Charlene please take Dean to have that checked at the sports centre."

	Everyone walked away as she watched Kevin marching away, Terry racing after him.

	Her brow furrowed.

	She'd never seen Kevin possessing a mean streak before.

	Jane considered going to talk to him and Bob after the game as she usually would, but then glanced at the gate again. Her stomach knotted.

	On second thoughts, she wasn't really up for those sorts of talks right now.

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	Dean caught her as they were finishing up with a minor game between them, a quickfire version of the game that involved teams swapping once everyone had got a hit.

	"So... how is Freddie?" he muttered.

	Her heart ached, jaw tightening.

	She had never wanted to turn and run from a conversation more than this one.

	"I don't know."

	"You don't know? Well, that's great, back on the market then!"

	"...

	"What did you see in Freddie in the first place? Honestly I wish I know.."

	She trembled.

	'Optimism... Affection... A competitive streak... Softness... '

	Not to mention that ass.

	Warmth began to flow to her chest and groin, but guilt and shame drew it away again, leaving a cold emptiness.

	"It's... nothing... I have to go pick up equipment."

	"Look, you're hurt, let me help...

	"Well if you want to do it then fine!" she snapped.

	He gazed at her quizzically.

	"I mean I can of course!"

	She grunted.

	Dean lightened his tone, lowering his voice.

	"Jane... are you sure you're in the right frame of mind to be making decisions?"

	"It's Coach.."

	"Yes, yes Coach... but... I mean you're clearly in pain.."

	She closed her lips and watched Terry jogging around to third base, looking disgruntled, Bob stood in the outfield, barely watching the game, lost in his own thoughts.

	"... and seeing as you're not in full shape, maybe they need someone who can steady the ship for the short term?"

	Jane rolled her tongue in her mouth.

	She had been distracted, it was true.

	Another glance at the gates.

	Her arm ached.

	"Mnn.."

	If she wasn't willing to have those conversations with her team... If she couldn't demonstrate to them... if she wasn't focusing...

	Her arm throbbed again, as if confirming her fears.

	"... Two weeks," she said in a resigned voice.

	"Huh?"

	"I'll... take two weeks off."

	Dean's eyes lit up.

	"Right, absolutely, a wise decision!"

	"Yes... I'll talk to the club chairman... He might have his own ideas on who goes in, as there are some junior coaches who might want to take over."

	Dean winked.

	"Oh don't worry... I play golf with the chairman every week, shouldn't be an issue!"

	Jane sighed. It seemed like there was no real point in arguing at this stage.

	"Right... Well, no time like the present to break the news I guess."

	She puffed up her lungs and found them oddly deflated as she stood up.

	"Guys, GATHER IN!...

	People stopped and wandered over, some still conversing or not realising what was going on until the rest began to converge.

	"... Please...

	She waited until they were all in a circle.

	"I have an announcement to make...

	Everyone tensed up.

	The last few announcements had not signalled good news.

	Her eyes lingered on Bob, brow creased, looking morose, Mo and Claire looking restless, Terry with a mirthless expression, nudging Kevin who didn't meet her eye.

	"I'll be... stepping down for a period."

	Gasps and groans thrummed through the air.

	"What!"

	"WHY?"

	"Coach, come on!"

	"Whyyyyy, we'll play better next game!"

	Disappointed faces gazed at her as she placed her hands in the air for silence, and they respectfully fell quiet.

	"I'm not feeling right physically, or mentally... I need time to get back to it...

	She glanced at the gates.

	"... And... and I ask that you respect my decision...

	A few murmurs rippled through the crowd.

	"In my stead...

	Nobody was surprised at the following words.

	"... Dean will be coaching the team."

	The group didn't say anything. They had all seen it coming, and when Dean stepped up their expressions were defeated, apart from Terry who was glaring with open hatred.

	"Thanks Jane... !"

	Jane nodded.

	"Right, everyone let's finish up with some throwing drills."

	Jane pulled away and settled herself on the bench as they got in one line, grabbing a ball each.

	One by one they began to throw the ball into the net fixed metres away from them.

	Charlene readied herself to throw.

	Dean was on her immediately.

	"Now focus yourself, losing concentration can cost you a game in a second!"

	Her brow furrowed, and she threw.

	The ball nestled sweetly in the net.

	She sighed in relief, and Dean's lip thinned, but he said nothing.

	Kevin came forward and threw the ball casually into the net.

	"Great stuff!" enthused Dean, "that's how it should be done!"

	Bob up next.

	Jane could see the miss before he even stepped up, and Dean's eyes lit up as the boy dried one of his palms on his shirt.

	"Come on then, let's see what you have for me THIS time!"

	He lobbed a ball high and wide.

	"Typical! What ARE we going to do with you!" crowed Dean.

	Jane stared at the entrance to the ground, imagining Freddie running to her, radiant skin catching the sunlight as he jumped and wrap his arms around her.

	Unnoticed by Jane, Terry snuck to the side of the field with a determined look on her face, and withdrew her phone.

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	*DING*

	Fred grabbed the phone, slumped in his chair.

	Terry.

	He grunted.

	She'd sent a picture.

	His eyes widened, and something squeezed his heart as he looked at an angel with her arm in a sling, cuts across the left side of her face, sitting forlornly on the bench at the field.

	Without quite realising what he was doing, car-keys were in his hands and he was sprinting downstairs. He was shoving down the handbrake already before he realised he still hadn't changed the flat tyre.

	"SHIT!"

	He pulled his key free and checked he had his wallet with him, before sprinting to the bus stop.

	"Come on," he muttered.

	He'd definitely not reach the field in time if it was by bus.

	Maybe he should get a taxi?!

	He resigned himself to waiting and going straight to her home to catch her after the game, restless energy zipping through his limbs as he adjusted himself on a bench that no matter how he sat, didn't get any more comfortable.

	Five minutes.

	Freddie glanced at his watch and wished he had just ordered a taxi.

	Ten minutes.

	The breeze seemed to be patting him on the forehead, as if congratulating him for being such an idiot.

	Twenty minutes.

	The bus that did eventually arrive was painfully slow, pulling up like it was driving through treacle, and Freddie jumped on so fast he dropped his wallet, scrabbling around for it before slapping a few dollars on the side.

	When he fell into a seat, he couldn't make it more comfortable no matter how he sat on it.

	The drive there was the opposite of a blur, the buildings stationary, the roads longer, every stop light making him want to grab the steering wheel, every tiny line of traffic making him wish he were in an armoured vehicle so they could plough through everyone.

	Whenever he looked at the faces that crossed the road in front of him, it seemed as if they were goading, mocking him with their indifference.

	"OH comeon, comeon, comeon...

	A lifetime passed before the mini car-park wove into view.

	'FINALLY.'

	He slammed the breaks, or would have if he had any control over the situation, instead running to the door and jabbing the stop button in frustration as the bus continued on.

	"Hey can you let me out here?!"

	"Designated stops only," came a bored-sounding voice.

	Fred gripped the handrail tight, foot tapping faster and faster as he watched the house disappear behind them, throwing an exasperated glance at the serenely uninterested driver.

	After a painful two minutes, the bus begrudgingly pulled up at the next stop.

	"FInally," Fred grunted as he threw himself clear and began high-tailing it back the way they had come, lungs heaving in air for the sprint.

	He huffed as the pavement seemed to stretch in front of him. The distance had seemed so much shorter in the bus...

	He pounded the tarmac, wind at his back, forcing him on towards his destination.

	Soon, legs aching, he was rushing to the front entrance of the rather modern-looking building, thankful that the downstairs door was open, flying through it and ascending the stairs so fast that his knees were shaking.

	When he reached the first floor, the last door on the left suddenly seemed a mile away.

	He slowed to a walk, lungs bursting, and realised he had no idea what he was going to say.

	'Just... Check she's okay... '

	He took a deep breath.

	One step at a time.

	'Yeah. I'll just check she's okay... maybe tell her about Terry's problems, leave it with her, and that's all.'

	Five.

	'Maybe she doesn't want to see me..?'

	Four.

	The hallway light flickered a little above his head.

	Three.

	'No, it'll be fine.'

	Two.

	'Maybe this was a bad idea..'

	One.

	He stopped and, after a pause, rapped his knuckles three times on the white door.

	For a moment there was silence, and then the latch scraped metal, and a crack in the door appeared, security chain jangling.

	He glimpsed a large worn 'Wildcats' team hoodie with a hole on the right side which came down to the top of white thighs, subtle signs of stubble on the naked legs below it, and he caught a flash of dishevelled blond hair, plus a blue eye which immediately bugged out of it's socket.

	"Uh... Hi?"

	The door slammed closed.

	He heard some thumping sounds, and then silence.

	"Jane?"

	After ten seconds he knocked again.

	*Thnk-Thnk*

	He tapped his foot, heart beating a little quicker as quiet clatters emanated from the back of the flat before footsteps made their way towards him.

	When she answered the second time, security chain pulled aside, Jane was now wearing jeans and a V-neck t-shirt which showed a decent amount of cleavage, although she kept it tantalisingly just out of sight behind the door.

	"Oh!"

	It seemed as if she had put on some rough makeup too, a hint of lipstick overrunning the left corner of her mouth.

	The tiny scratches on her cheek made the gorge rise in his throat.

	"Oh... hi Fred."

	He could tell she'd just tried to brush her hair. Either way it was impossible for her not to look beautiful.

	"Jane... I saw you got hurt...

	She looked surprised, hiding her left side.

	"I'm... how do you know that.."

	"Terry."

	"Hm. Right... Of course."

	"So how are you feeling?"

	"I'm fine...

	"If you're fine then show me."

	She slid protectively further behind the door.

	"I'm fine."

	He stepped into the gap and squeezed through her token efforts to stop him, revealing the left arm propped against her body and covered in plaster.

	Her right hung limply by her side, defeated.

	Despite towering over him, she seemed strangely small.

	"Jane...

	"Look, I told you I'm FINE."

	"What HAPPENED?"

	She groaned.

	"I just... got into an accident, that's all."

	"What accident?"

	She huffed.

	"Well, I was jogging up in the hills... dark... no fluorescent gear... Car clipped me. Stupid."

	"Clipped you? Jesus Momm-... JANE... is it uh?... um... painful?"

	Her eyes scanned him, and he was sure her chest had inflated slightly upon noticing his Freudian slip.

	"No."

	It was impossible not to notice that she was clearly not wearing a bra at that moment, the outline of her nipples making him lose his footing for a moment.

	"R-really?... Gosh Jane, I wish I'd...

	He jittered for a moment.

	"... I wish you'd told me... How bad is it then?"

	He made to touch her arm and she jerked back, wincing as the movement brought an obvious glimmer of pain to her face.

	"I-I'm fine, I went to the hospital, just a few broken bones.. they gave me a cast, and... I'm all good."

	His gaze flicked to inside the appartement.

	There were what looked like ice cream stains on the table near the TV, and branded tissues from a Japanese takeaway service that she hadn't managed to scramble out of view.

	"Jane... Is uh... is everything alright?"

	"With the softball team? Yeah, everything's fine."

	"No, no I mean with you."

	She opened her mouth and closed it again, flicking some blond out of her face.

	"Uh, yeah... yeah everything is just great."

	Her posture seemed quite defensive in that moment.

	Suddenly something twigged in Fred's mind, and his eyes widened, realising what ice cream, tissues and takeaway might mean.

	"Wait, is... someone else here?"

	Dizziness hit him at the thought, a noose wrapping around his neck as his eyes suddenly swept every inch of the room for a tuft of hair, a hint of clothing.

	'She wouldn't... but she might... Who wouldn't want to date Jane? She's PERFECT...'

	As he craned his neck she responded quickly.

	"NO, no no-one's here!"

	Freddie's heart, which had gone from a thousand to a million beats per minute, started to come down from pumping itself to death.

	"Right!... great...

	"Why?"

	His lips were dry as he searched for a response.

	"Uh... just... checking you're okay...

	Her lips curved into such a subtle upwards arch it was hard to say if it qualified as a smile.

	"Well, like I said... I'm fine."

	It brought warmth to his chest.

	"I... Jane...

	"No really... I'm great... but thank you for coming to check on me."

	She tried to look stern, but he could tell she didn't have the steel in her that she usually possessed.

	He lost himself for a moment.

	'God she looked beautiful'

	Especially when she tried to hide her worries, the creases just above her nose, the thinning lips which tried to hide their fullness.

	But then, she looked beautiful in any situation.

	He fiddled with his shirt, and the words left his lips before he could pull them back in.

	"Well... look, if you need anything...

	It seemed as if a frog was trying to escape her mouth, waving her hand.

	"That's... that's sweet... but, I'm all good, honestly...

	His throat was dry.

	"Right... how are you gonna coach?"

	"Not for the foreseeable."

	"Right... Well you'll have some... free time right?...

	They shared a painful, drawn-out moment, Freddie not wanting to leave, Jane wishing for the same, neither able to bring themselves to say it.

	During the silence Fred couldn't help looking south, her now hardened nipples dragging his eyeballs towards breasts with their own gravitational pool, and he had to wrench his gaze around the room for anything that would mean he wasn't staring straight at the bazookas aimed at his face.

	"Hey uh... nice."

	He cocked his head, and Jane glanced up at the Red Cutter's basketball jersey suspended behind glass on the wall.

	"Deshawn Kolu... A little before your time, bitch... BOY! Before your time boy...

	A pained look crossed her face, and Fred's heart twerked in his chest at the fact that she said his filthy nickname out loud.

	Heat crept down from Fred's chest to his belly, threatening to go even further south.

	'For the love of God... don't get riled up... just be casual...

	"Ha well... I'm more of a Darius Gunnings fan."

	Her lips crept into a challenging smile.

	"Wow, I thought you had better taste... everyone knows Deshawn Kolu was the real MVP back then."

	"Oh yeah? How come all I see are Gunnings highlights!"

	Jane's eyebrow rose, and it seemed like the weight of the world left her shoulders for a moment.

	"Because he calls himself 'the greatest' every time they shove a microphone in front of his hole... Let me guess, you've been watching Last Shot right? I'll admit it's certainly entertaining, although I've heard it gets some of the facts a little awry...

	He became animated, stepping closer.

	"... Uh... I was planning to watch it, actually haven't got round to it yet!"

	"Really? You have to, you'd love it! You know, I've got Netflix... if you wanted...

	The two of them locked eyes, and lost in his large pretty dishes with effeminate lashes she almost faltered for a second.

	"... To... to watch it here... Decent screen too... I mean not if you don't want to... it's fine...

	Fred's ears pricked.

	"Well uh... That's... Maybe one...

	"There's uh... there's popcorn as well... Jane added, trying to sound casual as she drilled her memory for any enticements to help him stay. She wasn't even sure if she did have popcorn.

	"... And I was going to watch it too anyway... I've seen the first episode... But I'd like to see it again...

	She didn't mention that she'd ploughed through the whole series.

	Fred's eyes lingered on her breasts for a moment, and he blinked, turning the other way.

	"I'm... I-if that's cool.. Sure...

	Jane's blood began roared in her ears, the hairs on her arms standing up.

	"... Although I shouldn't stay too long after...

	"Sure, no problem, absolutely," babbled Jane, wishing her heart would stop beating so loudly as she attempted to vault from the couch to the kitchen area, wincing as it disturbed her left arm.

	"Mhhnn!"

	"Jane... Maybe you shouldn't run with-"

	"Have a seat!" she called, a pained smile on her face, "If you want to!"

	He watched in exasperation, placing himself on the couch, opposite where he had been fucked into a dick-drunk stupor.

	Heat settled in his crotch.

	'Maybe don't think about that... '

	Nonetheless the nerves rose up, and he pushed a little further from that side of the couch.

	"Popcorn, popcorn.." Jane muttered under her breath, trying not to sound feverish as she wrenched cupboards and drawers open like she was robbing her own flat.

	"I-it's no bother, if you can't find it... called Fred as he watched her casing the kitchen, cupboard doors flying in a hail of bangs like an audio re-enactment of the civil war.

	"NO, it's fine!" gasped Jane in a higher pitch than she had intended, "It's right here!"

	Her arm rattled around the shelves, jars cast aside, and tins exhumed from their hiding places.

	"H... HERE!"

	She clutched a tattered popcorn kernel bag in her hand like it was an Olympic gold medal.

	"R... right," said Fred, rather nonplussed at her out-of-breath power pose as she checked the instructions and threw the bag in the microwave.

	"Three minutes...

	She jabbed the button and the microwave began to hum as Jane prayed for the kernels to rise.

	Fred was already wandering how good an idea it was to stay as Jane gazed at the microwave like it contained a divine totem, worshipping the bag that was beginning to crackle and rise, bathed in golden light.

	It was quite odd seeing someone usually so purposeful and in control wearing such a frantic smile, and when the ritual was completed he couldn't help a smile as she carefully eked the last dregs of the bag into a large bowl, some falling on the floor as she manoeuvred with her one good arm, and wove past the counter towards him, presenting it.

	"Thanks," he said, a little touched at how hard she was trying as he accepted the bowl from her and settled down on the sofa.

	It was kinda cute.

	"You should remove your jacke...

	She stopped, remembering that she was not supposed to force any decisions on him.

	".. I mean.. it's fine, whatever's comfortable.."

	The last thing she wanted was for him to walk out of her life again.

	Jane shut her lips tight, seating herself on the far side of the bowl, with her hand placed in her lap, back straight, up against the opposite arm of the couch like she was sat on a plane window seat next to an unsavoury individual.

	His eyebrows rose after a few seconds as he realised she was quite content to sit there watching a blank screen, and he slid his hands over to the remote, at which point Jane seemed to come back to reality.

	"AH, yes... of course, no you can... It's fine...

	Fred thought about suggesting that she should do it but decided not to push her into full panic mode, eyes a little wider than normal.

	After a minute or so of fiddling 'The Last Shot' was loaded and ready to play.

	"Are the lights too bright?" said Jane suddenly, jumping up and marching to the light switch.

	"N-no it's f...

	The room was plunged into darkness, and Fred sighed as Jane felt her way back to the couch.

	"..ine."

	Jane seated herself, and Fred became aware that she had accidentally seated herself closer than before in the low light, right next to the popcorn.

	'I guess that's no problem... '

	Then the documentary began, and both watchers began the process of fixing their eyeballs on the giant screen in front of them whilst every other sense attempted to grab a whiff, a taste, a hint of the other person sat within touching distance on the sofa, swathed in darkness and separated only by the width of a popcorn bowl.

	Fred thought he could just catch her smell, the outdoorsy taste tinged with that floral perfume.

	*In the eighties, only two players successfully dominated the game of basketball... Deshawn Kolu, and Darius Gunnings... *

	Jane snorted, her nostrils flaring.

	"Sure Henderson, apart from the fact you wouldn't be able to tell an MVP from a college dropout."

	"Shhhh," grinned Fred, aiming a tiny shove in her direction.

	Jane felt the light push on her right shoulder and went warm, her crotch becoming intensely uncomfortable tucked underneath her.

	'Oh... Well that was probably inevitable... I can't let Fred see it, but it'll be awful if I don't give it some room, I can't keep it underneath me for forty minutes... '

	*WHAT A SCORE, THAT'S GUNNINGS AGAIN!*

	She glanced at Fred and, once she was sure he was fixated on the screen, dipped her hand beneath the rim of her pants. A short shuffle and she moaned as the pressure released, now running down the inside of her trouser leg. It was much more comfortable having it clamped to her thigh instead of tucked away, although she wasn't sure if she had escaped with her little outburst. She peeked over at him, to see him still motionless, staring at the screen.

	Fred continued to keep his eyes in a long stare without seeing a single thing on-screen, his brain too busy focusing on the fact that Jane had just re-adjusted her pants.

	'Concentrate, you're just here to make sure she's okay and watch the documentary... What she does with her massive cock is her own concern... '

	Saliva began to fill his mouth as he imagined the weight of it on his face..

	*You can't do anything, when he steps back... you might as well light up a cigarette... *

	He swallowed and redoubled his efforts to focus, but the more he tried to listen to the basketball, the less he cared as Jane moved her leg slightly, and the tiny movement was like a glacier collapsing in his peripheral vision. Freddie blinked twice, redoubling his efforts to stay engaged with the content being put in front of him.

	His hand snuck into the bowl, and as it did, it met another hand doing the same thing.

	For a short while nobody moved as their skin brushed each other, like corresponding magnets unable to release, until, eventually, Coach Matherson pulled her hand out.

	Fred couldn't help his shoulders slumping.

	It took him a long time to remove his hand from the bowl and shove some popcorn into his mouth.

	They both crunched away quietly.

	*So did I think I would be the greatest of all time when I was a kid? Hell yes I did... *

	Jane snorted.

	"Jeez, the ego on this guy."

	"Hey, it's why he's the greatest", responded Fred, relaxing back on the couch.

	She leaned over and placed her hand on his knee.

	"Sorry to burst your bubble, but he's just not the greatest, okay?"

	The light playing of her grin and smouldering eyes took his breath away.

	"Yeah, you're just jealous."

	She took her hand away and snorted.

	"Of what."

	He leaned over and squeezed her leg in response.

	"The three championships the Hornets won in a row?"

	Her eyes grew wicked.

	"Hey, I may only have one arm, but I will wrestle you over this."

	"You couldn't beat me with two arms, let alone one," he chuckled.

	"Excuse me?!"

	They were both closer now.

	"Yeah, I said it."

	"Well why don't we see right now!"

	"Sorry, I'm out of practice at attacking disabled people," he grinned.

	A large hand closed around his bicep, and suddenly popcorn was flying everywhere as he was hauled onto her, tittering as they began a careful arm wrestle, Fred making sure to keep Jane's left hand from being involved as he put both his hands on her right arm and tried to push it to the sofa.

	"MMNNN!"

	Jane grinned, baring her teeth as she used all her power to almost force his hands backwards, and Fred's heart pounded in his chest as he witnessed her strength, popcorn crunching beneath them as they pushed against each other.

	She was almost holding him with just one arm.

	"You can't... beat me... with one... panted Fred, slowly pushing her arm back.

	"Like that's... something to brag about... she responded, chest heaving, and eventually she yielded with a release of her muscles, the two of them leaning back.

	It took a few moments to come to terms with the fact that Fred was straddling her, the two of them breathing heavily.

	He let go of her arm, fingers itching to touch the barely concealed breasts threatening to stare him down.

	Their eyes locked.

	*... never looked back, I worked day in, day out, but at the end of the day... you always gotta take that shot... *

	Fred slowly let go of her arm, and sat up, his hands in front of him, unsure where to go next.

	Jane's free hand settled on his thigh.

	*... If you don't take those risks... go through that pain... make the decision and DO it... you're never gonna make it... *

	Blue eyes pierced his soul.

	He didn't move.

	She rubbed gently up and down his leg.

	Blood was pounding in Fred's ears.

	'Don't... do it.'

	He took hold of her wrist.

	"... We... we do it my way," he whispered.

	She nodded, too scared to move or say anything in case this chance to feel him slipped away.

	"Okay," he breathed after a moment, bringing himself up to straddle further up Jane's legs, facing her.

	Jane fought every muscle fibre and nerve ending in her body, all of it instinctively trying to bring her arms to his sides, instead allowing him to lead her hand to the couch where she planted it, nails gouging deep tears in the material as Freddie took his time, watching her with a quizzical expression as he placed one hand on her chest.

	Her eyes begged him to squeeze, puppy-dog like as Fred finally gave the slightest pressure from the tips of his fingers.

	"Hnn."

	She couldn't help herself, a bit of wetness appearing on her lips. Freddie squeezed again, and Jane wondered if she would be able to control her arousal, her crotch already inflating to full mast, a hard outline against her thigh which was rubbing Freddie's underside as he worked.

	His fingers floated to the bottom of her shirt, and he raised his eyebrows in an unspoken question.

	"Yes," she whispered, a pleading nod confirming it. She was so worked up that when he began to pull upwards she let out a soft whimper like a cowed dog.

	"Hnn.."

	After managing to fiddle it over the cast with a few breathless smiles, Fred was finally able to witness her tits once more, the bold curves that were so inviting, nipples so hard they looked like they might burst.

	His hands found them.

	"Oh God...

	Jane sobbed. Her body had become extremely sensitive having not touched herself in days, unable to do so without thinking about him at which point her mind would roll back into self-pity, leaving her balls so blue that she was sure they now contained a pacific ocean's worth of hot cum. Those lithe fingers sliding across her breasts were now sending devilish messages to her brain..

	"Hnn," muttered Fred as he squeezed her breast a little harder, feeling the warmth of it, the soft, glandular tissue pushing back, resisting the deeper he squeezed.

	"Ghh, Jes... !"

	Jane shuddered as the boy took his time, and she felt an almost-hatred like arousal building in her, demanding to be sated.

	The hand on the sofa quivered, and she clawed even deeper, the sound of the cushion being punctured coming out as quiet '*pop*s as Fred worked his way around her engorged areolas, the nipples already achingly hard. Her left could only ache as she tried not to tense the muscles there.

	'Just fucking ride it you... you FUCKING little... '

	Jane tried not to demean him in her head, but her rampaging lust had already labelled him public enemy number 1, sweat dappling her skin as she held it all back, the growing darkness egging her towards attack-mode, her brain going fuggy in the haze of lust.

	Fred's mouth opened in the somewhat gormless expression that he made when he was completely engrossed in something, and her abdominals compressed into steel plates as he brought his head forwards and began to suck on her left breast.

	"God, UHnnn... !" she nearly squealed, choking it to a whisper.

	His tongue felt rough, wet and wonderful on the sensitive bud.

	'suck it, suck it you LITTLE... '

	"UUhhhh... Y-yeah.. oh God...

	Stay strong, she begged herself, as Fred closed his eyes and finally enjoyed the warmth of Jane's body again, the power of it.

	The woman squirmed under his touch, the boy eagerly panting as he suckled on the teat of his muse.

	'CHRIST HE'S JUST BEGGING FOR IT.'

	It was the most excruciating enjoyment she'd ever experienced, every second seeming to take an age as his hands worked their way down her ribcage, tracing the tiny rolls of fat, plus the hard ridges between her muscles, stopping to tickle her belly button.

	A snarl came to her lips, and she had to swallow it down with a pained moan as Freddie's eyes grew wide, and he paused suction.

	She tried to soften her gaze, cheek twitching, looking close to tears as she held every bone-deep instinct to tear him to shreds in check, chaining her inner beast.

	Her whole attention was taken by this moment, Freddie the only thing that mattered in the universe.

	He tickled a little further down towards her hardness.

	'It's like he is trying to goad me... OH GOD... '

	*ZZZZZZZzzzzzzT*

	The sound of a zipper slowly being opened was like a symphony to Jane, and a staccato gasp signalled that gentle fingers had wrapped themselves around her cock.

	Pre-cum spurted from her shaft and landed on Freddie's shirt, and he whimpered as he squeezed the toy he had missed so much.

	Jane felt like she might pass out, tight whines issuing from her throat as she watched his fingers play down and up the vein, teased the slit, gave a few slow, intimate wanks of her shaft that had her begging for release... and then Freddie could wait no more, clambering from her lap and assuming a position of total humility, on his knees in front of her, almost drooling as he beheld the shaft of a superior human being in front of him.

	The smell of a virile cock began to emanate.

	Jane didn't care... All she cared was that he could smell it.

	She saw his nostrils flutter and something in Freddie switched, mouth opening, eyes becoming unfocused.

	When he made eye contact again, Jane had to beg her dick not to spew it's load straight entirely at the desire emanating from them, pull herself back from covering the boy in her juices as he opened his mouth, the two of them savouring the moment...

	Finally, fucking finally, his lips fell on the head of her cock.

	"Fina... finnnnaly!" moaned Jane, failing to keep her thoughts from spilling out of her mouth as she buried her claw in the shredded cushions, attempting to anchor herself with fists clinched so tight that she could have hung from the ceiling as the whore lips she had missed so much glazed the surface of her cock-skin in warm saliva.

	"Mmmm!"

	His moan was advertisement worthy, a soulful hum of fulfilment as he settled in to graze on God's most perfect cock, slipping his tongue under the edges of Jane's helmet like he wanted to explore every crack of her womanhood.

	Freddie clearly remembered that cock-sucking was something he was born to do.

	He began slurping at the shaft, and Jane knew immediately that he had been waiting for this moment ever since she'd last seen him, the passion, the vehemence in trying to bury it in his throat, as if he would only be allowed to take home as much as he could fit.

	*GLH-GLH-GLHGHHHHHHH!*

	"OOHH Fuck!...

	Jane's hand flew up from the sofa, and she managed to soften the hand that landed in his hair before she did something brutal like slam his face to the base of her crotch.

	He paused... And his hands came up to the back of his head, closing on hers.

	"S-sorry, sorry," managed Jane, until she whimpered in surprise as he pushed her fingers tighter into his hair, forcing himself down on her cock until he gagged.

	"Glllllhhhhp!"

	Her heart felt like it was in overdrive, a pump pushing water through a firehose with such force that it might batter it's way clean through her ribcage.

	*The best thing about him... he gave absolutely every drop of sweat he h... *

	As Fred wretched, with her fingers in his hair... she tightened them.

	He let go, waiting expectantly, mewling into her cock which sent vibrations of pure pleasure down to the base, and all the way up to the tip of her spine.

	She pushed.

	Soft, tight lips began to journey to the base of her cock.

	"OOoh," moaned Jane, overcome with the feeling of guiding her bitch down her cock once more.

	Her hands began to quicken, the pace too slow to sate her needs, and Fred soon found himself bobbing up and down, quick *GLUGH-GLUGH-GLUGHs!* beginning to emanate from Jane's lap as she gurned.

	Freddie's own cock was hard as a rock as he sucked with all his lungs to pull her cum up from her balls.

	"GUHHH!"

	Jane's head jerked, and her fingers tightened in Fred's hair to the point it was almost painful.

	He spread his knees, no longer in control.

	She began to slam her hips up into his face.

	*GLPHHHHH!*

	Saliva drenched her cock and Freddie's face as it went red, but whenever she pulled him to the tip, he moaned and sucked it like it was his job, sometimes closing his eyes just to savour the experience, other times watching her through teary eyes as she began to use him.

	'Finally. FINALLY... '

	She stared into his eyes as she began to pump her hips in and out along with snatching him onto it, and Freddie placed his hands on her thighs and accepted the harsh face-fucking, drooling and vacuuming his cheeks in like a good slut to push waves of pleasure into her body, lost in the best blowjob of his life as she used him like a gear-stick, shifting all the way to sixth as her dick motored into his throat.

	"GLHHGHP-GLHPH-GPHLLHHhpgHLGHGp!"

	The sounds of heavy suction echoed around the flat, intermingled with the documentary which played off the glassy eyes of Jane, lost in a haze of complete bliss.

	*Eventually, *GLUH-- Gunnings decided he needed a new *GLUH* challenge... and he would find it in Philad--

	*GLUH-GLUGH-GLUGH... !*

	She let go of his head and he somehow became even more fervent hilting her so that his nose was hitting her tummy.

	"OhhhHHHHH!"

	Jane was spasming, her left arm aching because she couldn't help flexing it as the pleasure built in her core.

	Then he talked, the word vibrating up her shaft as they locked eyes.

	"Mphmmy."

	Jane nearly came right then as the tender label of affection slipped out of his mouth, and he bowed his head so she couldn't see the tears of release. She saw them anyway.

	"Yeah.. yeah I'm your Mommy," she whispered back eagerly.

	She began to moan whenever Freddie found that beautiful spot on her cock that was enslaving her to his mouth, and she stroked his cheek, clearing the tears as he lost himself totally in the mighty cock that had taken his virginity, twisted his sexuality, and stolen his spirit.

	The only woman he wanted was on the end of this cock.

	"Yeah bitch," she moaned, and Fred moaned with her.

	"MmmyyYYEEMHH!"

	A demented grin was scrawled on her features.

	She was beyond heaven.

	Then he made the sluttiest gag noise Jane had ever heard, and her eyes bugged out of her skull.

	"Ohh-OH-OHHH!"

	It was too much; the pleasure of his tongue working it's magic, the pornstar lips squeezed tight, the pressure around his cock too much to bear... and Jane bellowed as her balls unleashed a torrent of jizz, the waves of her orgasm arching her spine as Freddie's eyes bulged.

	Cum ploughed into his throat, and he was already coughing before she grabbed the back of his head and kept him firmly in the firing line, spluttering and choking as weeks of thick goo clogged his stomach, his throat, his lungs.

	The stench of her cum was even thicker than he remembered.

	He closed his eyes and basked in it, tears rolling down his face.

	It seemed never-ending, and he had to swallow like a fish as she sent both barrels, a maniacal look of utter ecstasy on her face as Freddie took her seed, swallowed it like a good whore.

	"UHHHH-UHH-uHHh-!"

	"MMGHLHH-HGHH-!"

	The two figures spasmed against each other.

	*-y he's the greatest of all time, is that more than anything, it's his mentali--

	The moans died away.

	*-at allows him to do what he does... *

	When the waves finally subsided, and the last *SPLURUGGE* hit the back of Fred's throat, making him choke, Jane collapsed, sweat pouring from her forehead.

	For a long while, the documentary rolled on, the two figures fused together, face to waist.

	*-nd that's that... I've been your host Collin Henderson... next week, on 'The last shot... '*

	Jane's eyes crawled downwards from the ceiling, resting briefly on the montage reel flickering in front of her, before coming down to a red face, blinking the tears of being a true cock-slut away.

	It was harder to read his expression with her cock sat so impolitely in his mouth, but there was no mistaking the shock, humiliation, and desire warring on his delicate features.

	She stroked his cheek again and he flinched.

	"Oh, it's okay... it's okay...

	His lips pulled upwards to her head, until only her sensitive mushroom was in his mouth.

	"Hu well that was... MMmmhh!...

	She whimpered in surprise as Freddie crawled back downwards, his task apparently incomplete as he sucked up and down, and then popped his lips free and began to lick the cream from the top of her ice lolly.

	"Mmhh... Mhhh--Glup*-MMMhhh...

	The sight of this young beauty savouring the taste of her seed imprinted itself on her psyche, and her jaw hung open as she watched the most glorious visual art she'd ever witnessed taking place in front of her.

	He glanced up at her as he was kissing his way up her shaft, and she swooned.

	"G... Good boy...

	He didn't smile, but he did close his eyes and moan into the shaft, planting his lips firmly on the underside.

	He loved it.

	It seemed like he was revelling in her obelisk, noodling at the place where her shaft became a bit more pink on it's way to the head, not quite skin but not quite the spongy material that came after it, veins like thick, pulsing rivers of blue that all led to the same destination of Mommy's head.

	Then he began to slurp the cum from the sides as Jane whimpered, in a prison of affection that only her boy could sate.

	"MMmuhhhh... Fuck...

	Perfection.

	As the young man kissed the shaft, revelling in the last trickles of woman-juice, panther instincts in Jane began to growl.

	'FuckhimFuckhimFuckhim... '

	Fred moved back, jizz all over his chin like he'd been quaffing mayonnaise, his senses slowly returning. He paused during sucking down the last vestibules of cum into his mouth, eyes running up and down the heavy package lying on his face. A tender, raw look in his eyes seemed to acknowledge the sluttiness he had allowed himself to partake in.

	Jane had the urge to pull him up and kiss him, but kept her hand on the sofa. Then she noticed a wet patch on his pants.

	"Oh... Freddie...

	When he looked up, they both shared a moment of intense need, of two humans in heat.

	Jane pursed her lips.

	Freddie teetered for a moment.

	She placed a hand gently on his cheek.

	"You okay?"

	The boy looked shaken, wiping the remaining liquid from his lips.

	"Y... yeah...

	His eyes searched for anywhere, and Jane didn't dare do anything to frighten him, like a gazelle that had been spooked.

	After a few seconds, he crept to his feet.

	"I'll... see you soon," he whispered, cheeks red as he scrambled to the door, head so low he was almost staring at the floor.

	Jane watched his ass disappear out of her door with her mast openly throbbing, waiting for more.

	"Fuck," she moaned, sinking back onto the sofa. The smile on her face was small, but filled with a joy that somehow lightened her whole expression.

	She remained there, frozen, running over the crystal-clear Oscar-winning movie in her head, starring a young man licking cum off the sides of her raging erection.

	She slid a hand down to the cock which was dripping pre-cum onto the floor. Her fingers tightened around it, and she pulled up and down.

	Certainly a worthy winner in her books.

	"Mhnnn...

	She began to steadily masturbate her shaft, closing her eyes as she pictured him on his knees, taking her dick deep in his throat, choking on it.

	The wanks she had tonight were going to be abhorrently pleasurable.

	The chugs got harder, and faster as she began to moan

	Her Freddie was back.

	She aimed the cock at her own mouth and imagined she was drilling his seed out of him.

	The rifle of pleasure transformed into a long chute of white cream which hit her directly in the face.

	"MPHHHHGGhhhuuhhh... !"

	The credits rolled in the background, forgotten as Jane only saw the image of Freddie sucking her cock over, and over, and over.

	
- Chapter 7 - Jane and Freddie rekindle their desires...

	Two teams ran to their respective dugouts, or rather, one ran whilst the other trudged with downcast faces, seemingly impervious to the optimistic voices coming from the home bleachers.

	"Come on Wildcats!"

	"You got this guys!"

	Mo looked at the scoreboard and grimaced, shouldering his bat and wishing he was at home, coming to join Zoey and Claire in the huddle. A fairly un-inspiring man stood in the centre, and before he had even opened his mouth Mo's attention began wondering.

	"SO, time to get it right...

	Dean usually began with some monologue or another before getting to the point.

	"Well this sucks," Mo muttered into Claire's ear.

	"Oh thanks, I needed to hear that after standing in a field watching them run in circles past our bases," she responded out of the side of her mouth.

	"... we're being too soft, we need to play hard!... What we NEED to do is focus...

	Dean continued speaking but Mo stopped listening, shifting from side to side, his eyes lowering to Terry's slim, but firm ass standing in front of him.

	"Wouldya stop staring," muttered Zoey, "you're gonna start drooling."

	"What? It's slim pickings without Coach here.. I need something to rest my eyes on!" he hissed back.

	"Hey, I'm right here," muttered Claire, pushing her large butt out so it pressed through her shorts.

	"You told me to stop looking at yours."

	"Yep... I expect you to understand that the pickings are NOT slim, but that you should avert your eyes at all times regardless."

	"That's literally torture!"

	They nattered away at the back of the group of gathered players, many of whom were trying their best to put on a brave face in the face of a rather un-inspiring speech.

	"Come ON!" Dean snapped, "It's not that hard, we went through this."

	Some of the heads lowered. Friends and family continued to clap nearby, but their excitement was tempered by the clouds overhead slowly devouring the summer sun, patters of rain hitting their foreheads, bringing with it an unshakeable malaise.

	"Go Wildcats."

	"Come on Charlene!"

	She smiled, waving at a man sitting with two young children, but then Dean's voice rose, and it was quickly wiped from her face.

	"We just have to make sure that everyone is actually getting their head in the game, RIGHT BOB?!"

	Bob's eyes never left the floor.

	Terry looked over at him and then at Dean, watching him with his hands on his hips as he pointed at people, in his happy space of dictating facts. She had to squeeze the bat tight in her palm to stop herself accidentally throwing it at his nose.

	"Right, I expect everyone to be on their toes and ready... bases are there to be stolen, so if we aren't on our toes, how can we expect to get there?!"

	He spoke at Kevin who looked statuesque.

	"Toes, toes, toes!"

	The man said nothing in response, and Dean nodded as if they understood each other. Terry also tried to catch Kevin's eye, but the previously jocular figure seemed too lost in his own thoughts to acknowledge either of them.

	She clenched her fists, the muscles across her body tightening.

	Behind her Mo spluttered as Terry's ass tensed aesthetically, and received a sharp elbow in the ribs from Claire.

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	Miles away, Jane pirouetted around her bedroom.

	It had been years since she'd danced. Of course when people had suggested as a child that she should stick to that and not sports because she was a girl, that was the end of that. It had been sports from then on.

	She balanced up on her toes and arched to the side, using the edge of the bed to manoeuvre across the room to the window where she tried to spread her arms before she was reminded her left was still trapped in a cast, spirits briefly dragged down to earth as she groused, clutching the immobile limb... but as quickly as the pain left, her heart was soaring once more.

	The tall, lithe figure slipped to the window and gazed out with a bright smile at the overcast day that couldn't possibly dampen her high spirits.

	'This is silly... I can't be this happy just because I got a blowjob yesterday... '

	Jane then span, throwing her right arm out to an invisible partner before racing after him, pushing into a long skip with her legs out front and back. As she did her dick flopped odiously through the front of her jogging bottoms, making it look like she was kicking a secret third arm out in front of her as she spun.

	The moves were sloppy, but it didn't matter, the joy clear in every lithe and imperfect twirl.

	Jane landed athletically, her knees bending easily to support her, breathing fast as she slowed to a walk back towards the living area again.

	A glance at the clock made her frown.

	A game was taking place right now. With her team... or rather, not her team.

	She sighed.

	Not exactly as perfect a day as her mood suggested...

	Just as she was thinking of easing off the interpretive dance, her phone vibrated on the table, the light of the screen a beacon calling to her.

	Instead of walking straight to it, she threw herself forwards dramatically, then away from it, her smile unabashed as she attempted to balance on her toes like a ballet dancer, managing a few game steps before her calves and the arch of her foot began to burn, and she stumbled the final few steps, eagerly grabbing the phone off the table to read the bright blue message that had appeared.

	*Hey Jane. Can we meet up? x*

	Even though she had expected it, her eyes went wide like a cat that had rediscovered it's favourite toy.

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	Across town, Freddie placed the phone back on his desk and began shuffling back and forth. He tried not to stare at his phone expectantly, but found himself glancing at the desk every few seconds.

	'Was I too forward?... No, don't start all that again... just wait... Maybe I should play some games to occupy some time... '

	Uninterested fingers picked up and fiddled with a controller that he could no longer be distracted by.

	'Don't think about it... do something productive... '

	He considered going downstairs and maybe cleaning the dishes or doing the rubbish, but frankly it excited him less than anything he could imagine other than searching for a job, and that was definitely not in his short or medium-term list.

	There had to be SOMETHING to do other than wait for Jane to-

	*Bzzt*

	Freddie lunged for the phone, jumping onto his bed and opened the message with his head on the pillow, and the other hand nervously fiddling with the bedsheets.

	*Sure. Where would you like to meet up?*

	His heart pounded as he considered the question, mind already racing.

	'Where to go... ?'

	A little voice in his head suggested probably not going to her place... because if that happened, they would probably just get straight down to-

	The memory of her cock bulging his cheek odiously made his heart palpitate, and he could barely contain the adrenaline that began coursing through his body, fingers slipping as he typed and then untyped a message.

	His thumb circled the phone.

	'Just say somewhere... '

	An image of Terry storming off made him sigh.

	'... not burger-town though..'

	His fingers began to blitz across the screen.

	*The Coffee Caf in the town square tomorrow? 1pm?*

	After a less than a minute a response came back.

	*It's a Date x*

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	Steam rose from the coffee machine as it whistled in the background, a few tables of the colourful coffee shop occupied by an older couple, a businessman on his laptop, and some student types discussing what might have been a group project. The rest were empty save for one small, unassuming Freddie as he tried his best to look cool without looking like he'd made a lot of effort to do so, brushing his brown hair forward slightly despite it still being too short to place into a quiff.

	The young man glanced at the neatly ribboned chocolate he had bought, placed carefully on the table, and checked his appearance in his phone camera for a third time. Unsatisfied, he glanced at his watch.

	She was usually bang on time. It was nearly five past...

	Then it happened, and suddenly he wasn't ready for it at all.

	Like a dream she strolled into view behind the window, and Fred had to blink a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

	Jane looked jaw-dropping; skin bright and effervescent, like the sun had kissed it twice. Her ass had somehow been crow-barred into skin-tight jeans with a smart golden belt-buckle, and her top was so revealing it looked like something out of a lingerie catalogue, her breasts carefully pushed up and out front by a combination of black silken straps so there was no possible way to avoid ogling the healthy showing of soft, plump mounds shouldered between them, with a long crevasse open down to her belly. A black sling still sat on her left side, subtly covered by a large black handbag, and her hair was razor-edged at her shoulders. She entered with the air of someone who knew exactly how good they looked. She looked smouldering enough for Fred's vision to go hazy.

	'Oh my God... '

	The bell above the door rang out as she entered.

	Heads turned, the businessman glancing up from his corner, the students far less reserved about their sudden astonishment at the supermodel who had just entered, one of them buffeting the other hard, wheezing as their compatriot's face went scarlet. Usually Jane marched with a soldier's gait, yet the sassiness of it seemed to have been dialled up to ten, large sunglasses making her look like she had just sashayed straight off a catwalk.

	Fred had to stop himself glancing left and right just to make sure she wasn't walking towards someone else.

	'... God and I thought she was hot in coaching gear... She looks like a fitness model. Okay... okay just stay cool... s-stay... '

	It turned out that his body wasn't listening, eyes flitting everywhere across her front, before automatically following the path of least resistance to her crotch once, and then twice to make sure. A tinge of disappointment hit him when he realised there was currently nothing there to see.

	'God I'm so pathetic... I got sad because I couldn't see a huge cock on a woman... '

	Jane could see his confusion written on his face at the lack of bulge, and managed to resist the urge to smirk.

	'That's right... I know you're looking for it, horny boy... '

	Nearby, one of the students looked like his brain was dripping out of his ears, staring at the underside of her breasts which were open for viewing.

	Fred felt all his senses going haywire as she came and sat on the chair opposite, fixing him with a steely gaze.

	"Hi."

	"H.. H-hi Coach... Miss M... Jane."

	She leant forwards, giving him a full view of her cleavage.

	"You look good."

	One of Fred's legs went numb.

	"MmI?... I... you look... good too...

	"I know I do," she responded tersely.

	"N..yeah...

	Jane cocked her head at Fred's inability to create human words whilst looking him up and down, taking in his rather loose semi-smart jacket and shoes combo. It was quite pleasing, beholding the rather gallant effort he had made to look manly.

	'Oh he is just too cute... '

	Fred opened his mouth then closed it again.

	He noticed she had a glossy pink lipstick on that she usually didn't use, making her lips look even juicier as they pursed.

	"Is this for me?"

	She picked up the chocolate, turning it over slowly.

	"Y-Yeah-"

	"Quiet now."

	"Oh.."

	Fred's head was pounding as he fell silent, watching her unwrap it and place a small piece in her mouth.

	"Mmm... MMMh... that's good.."

	He gave a hopeful smile.

	"Yeah... it's.. I really like it.. I thought you might too."

	"Oh I do...

	She proffered a piece.

	"Why don't you eat some."

	He smiled and made to take it, but she pulled her hand just out of reach.

	"Tut, tut."

	She opened her mouth at him like she was training a toddler.

	"Say Ahh."

	The atmosphere developed a layer of tension that had threatened to emerge the moment Jane walked through the door. Fred could feel a few eyes nearby watching, but ignored it, focusing instead on the chocolate.

	She rotated it gently between her fingers, smudging a little of it on her skin as she did so.

	Freddie hesitated, then leaned over the table, mouth open.

	Jane let her fingers come to meet him, allowing him to take the chocolate carefully with his teeth before pushing it onto his tongue so her fingers went between his lips for just a moment. Freddie wished she could keep them there, saliva submerging the warm, sweet treat in his mouth as she pulled back, stroking across his chin as she did so.

	"Good boy."

	He felt exactly the same way the chocolate did in that moment as it melted in his mouth. The flavours had never tasted so good given from her hand, the sweetness and creaminess of it rolling across his tongue as Jane watched, enraptured.

	"Mmff-... Th-Thanks."

	A high heel nudged his foot under the table as she leaned over, lowering her voice.

	"You're welcome bitch."

	Fred's back straightened, senses heightened. It felt like the air was solidifying, like he was struggling to breath, as if something heavy were sitting on his chest.

	After a moment of unbearable tension she spoke in a sharp tone.

	"Have you ordered?"

	"N... No... would you like a coffee-? How are y-?"

	"Shut up."

	He fell silent, saliva already filling his mouth. It was only partly due to the chocolate he had just consumed. The fact she hadn't even taken off the opaque silver glasses made her feel even taller than usual. Her jaw was tight, something in her neck pulsing.

	"Freddie... I don't care what stupid questions you might try to fill the silences with. I don't care what you've been doing 'up to'. I don't care what you've been watching on tv, and I don't need the small talk. We are going somewhere for you to suck my cock, understand?"

	He could barely get a response out of his mouth.

	"Y... yes."

	"And then I'm taking you home, and I'm going to fuck you."

	He gave the tiniest nod, trying to control his trembling hands.

	Her nostrils flared, lowering her voice as she leaned across the table so even more of her cleavage was open for him to salivate over.

	"Now, You can either stay here and finish your coffee alone...

	She leant forwards again, her voice quiet but more playful.

	"... or you can come and be Momma's little whore."

	He glanced around the shop where almost every pair of eyes were flitting between their coffees and the gorgeous blond and her pet. Behind him, the coffee woman dropped a metal stirrer on the floor, which clanged as it bounced, too busy glancing with molten jealousy at the young man speaking to a demi-Goddess.

	Hopefully they hadn't heard what she said.

	Fred's mouth moved, but his throat felt like it had tightened up.

	"Uh...

	Jane raised an eyebrow, and Freddie felt a hot flush come to his cheeks, managing a bashful smile.

	"Yes... uh, yeah...

	Jane reached over and grabbed his hand, yanking him up from his seat and away from the disbelieving faces of the coffee-shop customers who eyed Jane's ass as it swayed from their eyes. The glances they gave to Freddie were less than savoury.

	'I wonder what they'd think if they knew what Jane was going to do to me later... '

	Despite being pulled along like a dog being walked, Freddie felt adrenaline coursing through his veins as the door tinkled, and then they were walking through a beautiful, sweltering summer day.

	He looked up at her business-like expression, then down to her ass swaying, making the jeans she was wearing worth every last dollar that she paid for them and more. Eyes from everywhere snapped towards the odd-looking couple. Perhaps they thought it was merely an alpha female leading her clear beta (or perhaps her son) to the next department store.

	It was embarrassing for Freddie, and yet he clutched her hand like he was being led to the promised land.

	'I suppose in a way I am... if somebody had told me a year ago that Jane Matherson wanted me, I'd never have believed it in my wildest dreams... '

	Two tall, wide men raised their eyebrows and smirked at the blond striding past, then their faces became distraught as they saw the gentle-looking boy she was hand-in-hand with.

	'Gosh... I didn't realise that people would look at me now that I'm with Jane... '

	He quickened his scurry to keep up in case the men somehow pulled him away from her.

	Making their way across the square, they stopped beside a shop ringed with vines, proudly displaying rich tapestries of colourful flowers arrayed in buckets. Jane observed some for a moment before picking out a simple red rose, and Fred squeezed her hand.

	"Oh.. would you like-?"

	Jane pressed a finger up against his lips.

	"No. Not for me. You got me chocolate... I want to buy you something."

	"Oh, well you don't have to-"

	"I want to buy something for my bitch. You will accept it.".

	The way she said 'bitch' so maliciously had something gooey in his spine melting, and she walked inside and returned moments later with a full bunch of bright red flowers, handing them to him.

	"Here."

	He took the bouquet, bashful.

	"Oh J-Jane.. you didn't have t-"

	She leaned in, teeth bared in a rather terrifying smile.

	"What did you call me?"

	The breath left his chest as he struggled to deal with the wooziness clouding his head.

	"S-sorry... Thank you, Mommy."

	"You're damn right boy...

	He could barely keep his head together as she stood far closer than necessary, forcing him to look up past her breasts.

	"... You're gonna give Momma everything tonight, right?"

	Fred's knees were doing their utmost to collapse, his brain working overtime to keep himself upright.

	"Well.. how do you.. mean?...

	Her face became lined with furious passion, and she threw an arm at him, Freddie lurching as he was thrown a few paces back, then she pushed him again into an alleyway to the side of the building. He found himself quickly trapped by the physically superior woman underneath a fire escape, still clinging to the bouquet, his breaths heavy as his back hit the brick wall.

	"Ev-ery-thing," she whispered, advancing.

	As his blood accelerated in his limbs, Jane reached out and grabbed between his legs, the large hand enveloping his junk easily, his manhood firm as an iron rod in his pants.

	"Ouf!"

	"And I mean... everything."

	He managed a pleasured mewl as she squeezed his erection.

	"Un! Y-yeah...

	"I'm going to work you hard tonight bitch."

	"Yuh," he whimpered, loving the feeling of her body crushing into his, the soft fats and hard muscles almost painfully strong compared to his own, her lips grazing his cheek. He wished she would clamp them across his own and tongue him to death, but they merely pulled back, just out of reach, enticing, so close, and yet so far.

	"... You're going to be screaming my name."

	"Mmmyeah-...

	She forced him back against the side of the building, snorting into the valley of his neck, licking it.

	"Hhhg... Mmmmhh... I'm gonna give you everything you deserve, and you're gonna love it."

	Her lips brushed his, and he felt the excitement of the kiss that was about to happen threaten to overwhelm him. His mouth opened... and just as he was expecting the kiss to land, Jane pulled back, her face malicious in it's twisted grin.

	"Come, bitch."

	She turned and clicker her fingers, not even looking back as she strode away on a catwalk that didn't exist, back onto the street. As he scurried after he truly believed the sidewalk had never looked so good as her heels clacked across it.

	*Clack-clack-clack*

	Fred's gaze lowered unabashedly to her firm globes swaying side to side, before fingering his roses nervously and skating to catch up. He would never have followed such emasculating orders for anyone else, but Jane? Jane was his master now.

	'I turned away once... I'll never do it again.'

	For a few blocks they walked, sweat beginning to dapple Fred's brow as he managed to insert his hand back into hers and be led onwards, until they stopped outside a sports bar - 'Macey's Place' with various bats and balls surrounding the entrance.

	"Here."

	She yanked his arm, the rest of him forced to follow briskly.

	When Fred stumbled in, he was greeted with a circular neon bar in the centre of a sea of empty tables and sports televisions all showing re-runs of last week's games. Some over-excitable commentary of a football game masked the silence.

	*... and that's Simmons!... Deshaw!... WHAT A PASS... *

	*Eye of the NEEDLE from Deshaw... *

	Two pool tables sat down one side, and various beer pong, darts and drinking game tables were set up opposite, with booths further on. The only other customers were two men chatting quietly over the pool table, one leant over and aiming his cue.

	Fred made an effort to compose himself... and then Jane was pulling him close to the point he could feel a harsh but enticing perfume invading his nostrils as the silver panes in front of Jane's eyes reflecting his own desire back at him, her own gaze inscrutable. It made her expression seem ice-cold.

	She subtly grabbed his junk again, and Fred wheezed.

	"Careful bitch... I don't want you getting too big for you tiny little balls."

	"S-sorry... he squeaked.

	"Sorry what?"

	"S... Sorry mama...

	She gently kissed his cheek, barely touching his skin.

	"Good boy."

	With that she squeezed his raging package once more which sent pleasure spreading through his lower half, before letting go and dragging him by his elbow to the bar, the bartender looking up in disgruntled surprise at the odd pair.

	"Two Chalkston beers please," Jane said.

	"Ch-Chalkston?" Fred managed, finding it hard to pull his eyes up to her face having stared at her ass the entire way to the bar.

	"Tut tut... It's the best local beer for miles around... did your parents teach you anything at all apart from how to look cute?"

	Fred felt his cheeks flush profusely, his hand still locked in hers.

	"Um... yeah...

	"IDs."

	Jane looked up in surprise, then her voice hardened.

	"Excuse me?"

	The authority in her voice and incredible physique of the woman in front of him made the bartender do a double-take. He'd seen twenty-year-olds this hot, but definitely not many twenty-year-olds with this much command of a situation, and upon closer inspection realised that the bombshell did in fact show the slightest signs of aging around her eyes.

	"Ah.. ID... for him," the bartender managed, rubbing his beard awkwardly. He peeled his eyes at the gormless young man alongside her.

	It was obvious what his thoughts were... Why was she hanging out with this clown?

	"Of course... she smirked, turning to him and holding out her hand.

	Fred felt heat come to his cheeks, and he made to open his mouth, but Jane shushed him, which made his cheeks flush even hotter, almost oven-like.

	"You heard the man. ID, now," she ordered.

	She snapped her fingers, and gestured with her outstretched palm.

	Fred's stomach felt like somebody had turned it upside down, his head still somehow outside under the afternoon sun and overcooking as he fumbled for his wallet, extracting his driving license.

	Jane snatched it and handed it over, and once the man stared long enough he grunted, giving it back.

	"Two beers, comin' up."

	The man walked away to begin pouring, and Jane pocketed his license instead of giving it back.

	"I'll keep this safe for you."

	"O... okay...

	Whilst they waited, she turned into him so her leg was making contact with his crotch, not enough that it was uncomfortable, but enough that it rubbed just a little against the erection she knew she could make him produce on demand, leaning in with a soft tone.

	"I'll be keeping that, and in fact... why don't you give me your wallet? No sense in letting a little bitch lose his things, or buy something silly without Mommy's say so."

	She was so powerful and authoritative that he almost missed the tiny smirk at the corners of her mouth.

	A shiver ran down him as he quelled the urge to hump against her leg.

	"Yes Mommy," he whispered back.

	He could feel her stare undressing him beneath the glasses, and didn't know whether to act more demure, excited or flirty, overwhelmed by her sheer presence.

	'She's playing games with me... '

	He was pretty sure he wanted to keep playing as long as possible.

	She leaned forwards to pick something from his hair, and in doing so filled his vision with those glorious breasts. He could see a few freckles hidden away at the top of her cleavage, the same cleavage he wanted to bury his face into.

	"You like my outfit, don't you?"

	He nodded whilst trying not to stare at the twin sunrise filling his vision at eye-level.

	"Y-yes... yeah it's great.."

	She trailed a finger up his shirt.

	"I think your dressing up for me is... so sweet... But then, I can't help preferring you naked and on all fours anyway."

	He whinnied as she butted her leg a little more firmly between his legs, up against him like he was a woman being pleasured.

	"Y-yeah but.. I'd... I'd be pretty cold in here if I was naked," he managed, biting his lip.

	Her tone grew threatening, even as her smile extended wide.

	"I could warm you up."

	He swallowed a river of saliva.

	"Two beers."

	Fred jolted as the man reappeared, Jane smoothly un-pinning him with her thigh as two perfectly poured beers were placed on the side.

	"Thanks."

	Jane flashed her card and paid, taking the two drinks and walking off without another word to a booth hidden in the corner. Fred's legs just about managed to follow whilst his brain was occupied by the sensual images being drilled into overworked eyes.

	Her ass was so peachy it was making him delirious, a bonfire melting his brain into soup.

	He knew she was going to fuck him. He wanted her to fuck him. A small part of his brain briefly wondered how she had managed to hide her penis, before settling back to it's default setting of daydreaming how it would feel inside him once more.

	Would she annihilate him? Would they make love? Perhaps she might even tie him up...

	Fred made to sit down on the opposite side of the table, but a small tutting noise made him pause, Jane gesturing him to slide into her side first.

	It seemed baby was getting put into a corner.

	He could barely hold himself together as he wiggled into the space, stomach flipping in his abdomen as he was closely followed by Jane, who made sure to shove him to the furthest corner and out of view of the rest of the bar, butting him with her side.

	"Yeah, you just stay right there," she said with a satisfied smile, sliding his beer in front of him.

	A hand came to his thigh and squeezed, before holding up her drink.

	"Cheers bitch."

	"Uh.. cheers, Mommy" he managed, clinking her glass as her hand began to rub up and down, moving closer to his already rising crotch.

	She stared at him, and for the first time he saw a slight mirth in her smile. Her glossy pink lips seemed to melt into each other every time they met as she added, "to us."

	He met her eyes, and beheld the aura of devilish desire on her face, mirrored wimpishly in his own.

	"... To us."

	She took a long draught and Freddie did the same, enjoying the rather citrusy overtone and rich flavour of the beer, licking a little bit of foam of his lip.

	"Mmh... it's pretty nice."

	"You actually like beer?"

	"Kinda."

	She snorted.

	"Well, that's kinda surprising."

	He pouted.

	"What, you just think I'm a girly guy who drinks cocktails?"

	"Kind of, yeah... and to be honest, I thought you'd only drink cocktails and lady drinks because you suck dick better than any girl I ever met."

	This shut Fred up so hard that he forgot how to breathe.

	"Be a man then, drink some more beer," she said lightly, sipping her own with the carefree air of someone in total control.

	He did so, unable to speak, caught in a perfect rift between emasculation and horniness.

	"Unless you wanna suck my cock right now?"

	He coughed on his drink.

	"Oh Yeah... yes.. Mommy...

	She took a long swig of her beer, thoughts impenetrable behind the silver lenses which remained locked on him, before slipping her hand back onto his thigh.

	"See... I knew you liked cock better than beer."

	Her hand squeezed, nails digging in, and he mewled.

	"Were you feeling excited this morning, knowing you were going to be bent over like a girl tonight?" she breathed, closer.

	He almost choked on the bitter liquid this time, setting it down..

	"H.. Hn... yes...

	Fred felt a warmth in the room that seemed to have followed them all the way from the coffee shop, a hazy excitement as his hands turning clammy, and he had to grip the glass tighter as she squeezed his leg hard enough to begin cutting off circulation.

	"Good... Show me how much you want this dick."

	Her legs spread wide, her mouth a hard line.

	He placed his drink down and puffed his chest out, putting a hand on her powerful thigh, enjoying the firmness of it, the warmth underneath the rough denim texture of her jeans.

	"I missed you."

	She softened.

	"I know... idiot."

	Her voice was light, but the latter word was accompanied by small lines on Jane Matherson's face, and Fred quickly realised that despite the fun and games a part of her deep down still feared that perhaps she wouldn't be waking up next to him tomorrow morning.

	He placed a hand on her thigh.

	"Jane... I'm so sorry... for all of that...

	Gently, he rested his forehead on her cheek.

	"... and I'm here now.. I'm all yours...

	He felt her powerful aura crack for a moment, revealing the vulnerable woman that feared being alone and unloved.

	"Thank you," she murmured, a slight tremor in her throat.

	He gave her a long, warm hug, before smiling and saying in a heartier voice.

	"Now... weren't you saying something about me being a bitch?"

	Her broad smile was unmistakeable, uttering a chirped laugh before she slipped into her fiery persona.

	"Ha... perhaps you really did miss me then."

	"I really did."

	"Prove it."

	He grinned and bent his head towards her crotch. She grabbed his face, smirking as he whimpered, wanting to pleasure her, wanting to feel her womanhood filling his mouth.

	"What are you."

	"I'm a bitch," he whispered.

	"Say it again."

	"I'm a bitch."

	"Again," she snarled, a trickle of saliva appearing at the corner of her mouth.

	"I-I'm a filthy little bitch who needs your cock in all my holes Mommy... !" he whispered frantically, hoping that the bartender wouldn't notice. Of course the commentary was fairly loud, but with no-one else talking nearby it felt so exposing saying these things in public.

	A smile appeared on Jane's face like that of a virgin princess meeting her prince charming for the first time.

	"Oh, yeah... I think that's worth a drink... cheers."

	She picked up her glass and shoved it against his, pushing him away from her crotch.

	"Wha-"

	"This is for being a naughty boy," she said lightly, enjoying the shock and desperate need for her cock on his face as she sipped more of the bitter liquid.

	'She's punishing me... Oh Mama please just let me suck your cock... '

	He took a sip of his drink, his hand shaking.

	After a long draught, she placed her empty glass down, before grabbing his mid-sip and putting it firmly on the table as well, almost spilling some in the process.

	"You've got some foam on your lip."

	Fred licked his lips.

	"Oh... where-MPH!?"

	Jane leant in and swept him up in the deepest and most saliva-filled kiss he had ever experienced, so sloppy and uncoordinated that she was almost falling on top of him, her tongue wildly swirling in his mouth like she'd forgotten the basic idea of kissing, and instead gone for 'everything at once'. The glasses hit his face awkwardly and fell from her face, revealing eyelids scrunched tight as Jane lost herself in his bodily essence. Warm spit sloshed between their mouths as her tongue sawed back and forth between lips which were already sucking on the returning invader, eager to invite it inside for a warm bed and some pleasant activities.

	Her hand closed around the back of his neck, controlling him for easier plundering of his face.

	Fred closed his eyes, the two of them navigating by taste and touch alone, the only sounds saliva sloshing along with muted whimpers and gurgles as they explored each other.

	"Mmmph-"

	"Glmphh... Mng-"

	Fred suckled her lovingly, and Jane engaged him in even deeper suffocation, plunging herself to the deepest she could inside his mouth, crushing their faces together. He whimpered into the delightful violence of this glorious woman on top of and inside him.

	For a few moments Fred wondered if he was going to suffocate to death, the barest seconds of pause available to him for inhalation, her lips almost swallowing him whole.

	The moment she broke their union was merely to adjust to a better position, almost too afraid to stop in case he might somehow escape her again, no thoughts of teasing present as she forced her way back into his mouth, her tongue a swirling tornado crushing all in it's path, bullying his own and chasing it around and around.

	"MMhghhpH-"

	"Mmm... MMhh...

	It was all heat, and wetness, and relief; a mountain of fears, harboured doubts and awful memories retreating into the background.

	Fred let her hold him - taste him - savage him. He let himself be cast off into her storm, and the moment she began to climb on top was the moment he was reminded how much bigger Jane was, the weight of her ass making his thighs ache as she squished them, settling firmly on his lap.

	"Mn...

	She both sighed like a nervous virgin on her first kiss and snorted like a charging rhinoceros, trying to be soft but belied her natural aggressive instincts leading to a tighter hold on his bicep than perhaps she intended, the fingers digging uncomfortably into his muscle, plus deep grunts that made his head vibrate.

	He tried to keep up. It was tricky, but he tried his best to kiss back as aggressively as possible whilst avoiding pressing or touching her sling, his arms wrapping around her hips as she straddled the young man beneath her, towering over him. After breaking the kiss, she saw the proximity between her strapped-up chest and his face, her tits at Fred's eye level.

	He was caught between staring into her eyes, and into her waiting chest.

	She shrugged. Why even bother asking?

	Jane fell forwards and mashed them straight into his face, pushing the joyous, sweaty mounds up and around him so he had no choice but to engage in the wonderful swells of her breasts.

	"MMmphhh-"

	He moaned into the wonderful crevasse of pure woman. He kissed to his right and left, and felt her sweaty, bouncy glans push back against him, the black straps preventing him from sucking on her nipples, but nonetheless reaching a tongue out to lick her breasts regardless, enjoying the soft texture of her skin, the warmth of it.

	"Yes... she uttered.

	A hand gripped tight in his hair and began manoeuvring him up and down, side to side, violently smooshing her tits up against his face.

	Losing himself in her aura, he reached forwards to squeeze a cock bulge, and found only smoothness between her legs. His hand slid up and down. Nothing.

	When he managed to extricate some of his face from her bosom and open his eyes, his chin still wedged in her tits, she had a grin on her face.

	"How... are you hiding it?" he mumbled into her sternum.

	"... Painfully," she whispered, leaning back to unbuckle her jeans, awkwardly fumbling with one hand in her panties before letting out a moan as something was unfurled from it's tucked position, a small piece of tape thrown aside.

	Like a magic trick, the cock appeared like a whale cresting a wave, slapping Fred's chin on the way up.

	"Uff-"

	When blinked himself out of his daze, he found himself staring at the pink mushroomed head sitting atop a giant shaft like a lighthouse in his vision, the only thing that he could see, a heaving turgid cock.

	He stared for a long while.

	"... Well?"

	"..Hn?.."

	His attention was wrested by her expression looming over his. It now contained molten anger, a heat greater than any furnace, alongside a force of will larger than mountains and lust deeper than the darkest oceans. It was intense enough to strike a note of fear into Fred's heart.

	"... Suck it," she hissed, near-rabid.

	He barely managed to spill the words "Iloveyou," from his mouth before he was leaning forwards to the glorious cock coming to meet him.

	Jane's eyes bugged out.

	"Wait, what did you s-HNNNUHHhhhGGGG-?!"

	It flew quickly through his open lips as Fred pushed to the back of his throat before the wet bands sealed tight to her shift, Jane stopped in her tracks as she was hit down her entire length by powerful suction and a tight throat at the same moment, barely able to hold in a girlish whimper as Fred began to blow the living daylights out of her dick, the sounds coming from her groin like something out of a swamp as Fred sucked as if he had been born to do it.

	'He loves me.'

	"GLHGH-GLHGMph-GLH-glhgmph-"

	'He LOVES me!'

	It was odious.

	Spit-ridden.

	Filthy... and the most perfect moment of Jane Matherson's life.

	"Ohhh Gggooooddd!...

	Jane felt like she was about to have a heart attack, the control of the situation ripped from her as Fred's fervent plunging of his face onto her cock sent her straight to the very outer reaches of bliss as she tried to contain her growing moans.

	"HUNGGGHuh..!"

	'HE LOVES ME.'

	Hands reached forwards to hold onto Freddie's shoulders, finding comfort in his body, Jane grimacing as she briefly felt a dull ache in her sling arm.

	"HNNG... F-fucking...

	Warm lips detached with a wet *POP* from the head of her womanhood, Freddie looking up with squirming lips as anxious fingers continued feathering up her shaft.

	"S-sorry... I got carried away...

	Her eyes went wide.

	"NO, no, no, no, you're perfect baby... just... my arm...

	"Oh... right... I thought... I might have gotten a little excited."

	Jane felt the dual urge to wrap him up in the warmest, most motherly hug, and also rip her sling off and violently breed him in front of every man in the establishment, so they all understood who owned this boy.

	She settled for the former, bending down and making an odd over-hanging union where her tits where placed up against his face, her arms wrapped around his head. She kissed his hair, feeling his excited breathing against the space between her breasts, warming her chest.

	"I want you to get as excited as you can... don't you dare hold back...

	Small lips kissed the side of her left breast, and she shivered.

	"Mm... nice... but you've not finished your starter yet."

	Harsh hands manoeuvred his face from her breasts, and another guided the stinking, fleshy pole back into Freddie's mouth.

	A light mewl into her cock sent shivers through her.

	"Hhmmmm...

	"Mm... that's it...

	He looked so beautiful with such a huge penis in his mouth, taking it in one side so it bulged his cheek grotesquely, an almost surreal display of boyish cock-hunger as he didn't suck at first but merely rolled it around in his mouth and cheeks like a gobstopper of unreasonable proportions.

	He went slow, and for a moment it was just him getting reacquainted with her hardness, Jane enjoying the sensations provided by a small, warm mouth, her dick engulfed in eager lips.

	"MmmhMMMm... OHHh yeah... yeahh right there.. under the ridge... OHHhhh yeaaahhh...

	*Glh-glh-glh*

	His tongue worked the underside of her steel ligaments, making her shiver.

	It was beautiful... perfect almost, watching him work her mushroomed head like a pro. His expression was glazed, completely overcome with cock-lust, and Jane gazed down with love in her heart, chest fluttering madly like a hummingbird's wing as he let out little utterances of need and affection. It only made her appendage harder, angrier... hungrier.

	"Mplh... Glhk... Mm-mm-m...

	"That's it," she breathed, trying her best to keep steady.

	'You've got him Jane, just stay cool... '

	It was so enjoyable that Jane almost forgot about the joys of suctions until he vacuumed his cheeks in.

	"HNNGUh-!"

	She lurched as he began to suck like an industrial hoover, slathering more greedily up and down her shaft, all the way from base to tip and down again. His lips vacuuming in until they clung to her throbbing appendage, and a whole host of new sensations opened up on Jane's shaft as her legs began to quiver.

	"Wha-hhHn-"

	Fred felt a thick dollop of salty, bitter cum spurt onto his tongue, and whinnied, a shiver of submissive delight zipping up his spine as he swallowed down her pre-cum; the perfect appetiser before a main course.

	He began to work the shaft with his hands, swirling the nasty mushroomed head weeping semen into his mouth like a leaky faucet whilst tucking one hand under to play with her balls.

	"OH-M-HHuhHNNnn?!"

	Any words that Jane tried to form were ripped from her by a teasing clasp of her testicles, a bitch-moan around the top of her shaft sending ripples of delight through her body, heightened by quickening fist jerks around the base of her monument, every inch of her cock and balls savoured and salivated over.

	She grunted, bowled over by how aggressively slutty Fred was becoming. He seemed born to be a cock-whore.

	The boy opened his eyes for a moment, her hard-on bulging his cheek... and winked up at her.

	Jane couldn't believe it. Her little whore was out of control.

	'Well... he asked for it.'

	Jane thrust her crotch into his face, the stubble from her pubes (where she hadn't quite managed to shave everywhere in the rush to get ready) rubbing against Fred's forehead as she pressed her cock into his throat harshly, Fred spluttering and coughing as she began to fuck his face.

	"Think you can *hn*.. control me?" she grunted, her expression fervent... before unravelling into total shock as her Freddie whined into her face-fucking and began to push into it, her jaw dropping, eyes bugging out.

	"OHH SHI-"

	Her balls tightened. The pleasure raced up her shaft before she could even think.

	"-GUHH-!"

	Jane scrunched her eyelids shut and cut the moment of potential ecstasy off, whimpering as she desperately tried to hold the tide back, jerking her head over the top of the booth and nervously checking the bartender whose head was down in his phone, occasionally glancing at a sports game on a TV and looking bored, and the two men playing pool. It looked like the man was still hovering on his one shot.

	*SLLLLURRP*

	Her eyelid spasmed.

	She dropped back down and took in a sharp breath, trying to compose herself but unable to drive back the rising feeling of glorious bliss about to radiate out from her shaft..

	"F-fuck.. Freddie... y-you'd better listen bitch-"

	*SLURRP*

	Her balls began to tighten again.

	"W-UHHNn... shit! Uhn...

	Warm cream was coming in a steady river from her slit, but she knew a ton of it was trying to force it's way through and flood the ripe fields of Freddie.

	'Hold on!... just keep control... '

	She tried to somehow slow the lips racing up and down her cock. Shaking fingers found the back of his neck, attempting to control Freddie's breakneck pace, but it was happening at such speed that it felt like she was fucking her way down a warm water-slide.

	"Bitch, y-you'd better slow dow-"

	*SLUURRRPP-SLURRP-SLURRP*

	"-wWWWWNNNUHHH!? Ohhh shit.. HOO SHIT!..."

	Fred's tongue became a whirlpool over her crotch, all wetness and lewd sucking that felt like he was trying to detach her womanhood from her body. Jane slumped down on top of him, no longer trying to wrest any sort of control back.

	"NNUGHH, fu-HUU-uuck... y-you're such a nasty little bitch, b-buuhggg-!"

	*SLLLLURP*

	A huge suckle of the base of her cock, with Freddie constricting his throat around her entire length, sent a sharp spear of pleasure to the centre of her brain, her weapon throbbing like it was a nuclear bomb about to go off and obliterate every last inch of her boy's insides.

	'Oh I can't stop it... '

	Her balls tightened, and Jane immediately knew that she was going to blow a hell of a load, one of the most ginormous she had ever produced, a pent-up ocean of stinking cum.

	"Okay.. OH shit I'm cumming .. O-OHH FRED... HNNNNNNn!"

	Fred tightened up his throat, lips and fists, squeezing for the freshest, dirtiest woman-juice in the entire world.

	Her entire body was taut.

	A tight gasp popped from her mouth.

	"-HUH."

	And her cock exploded.

	It spurted into Freddie's mouth and engulfed his tastebuds in a riot of manly flavours. Salty, tangy, musky cum filled his sinuses, and he whinnied as he began to quaff pints of her seed, the beer tap well and truly opened as he did his best to bring out his inner sorority girl and swallow it all.

	*SPURT-THROB-SPURT--

	The cock was like a firehouse plugging his face, Freddie spluttering and gagging as he gulped down buckets of semen, load after load creaming all over his tongue as Jane juddered, her brain switched off and overwhelmed by pure orgasmic electricity.

	"M-GlhgphHPHH-PLLHp-GLPHH-LGPH-!-"

	"HHOHhh GOOODDDDD-"

	Jane trembled as the world blurred.

	She clung to his head and slumped forwards, pulling his face to the base of her womanhood and back, her cock throbbing over and over in his mouth, depositing a tsunami... and his ugly moaning into her insemination pillar was the sexiest thing Jane had ever experienced.

	"GLPHHmmm-GLPHH-"

	Fred spasmed, obeying his slavish instincts like a broken animal, sliding up and down mindlessly. He ate her cum like it was the cream filling of a donut, still swirling his tongue across her piss-slit as it exploded again and again, loving the pressure of trying to keep up with her moment of ecstasy.

	"MGLH-GLHP-PPHGL-GLLHGHGH-"

	"OHHH FRRREEDDDDDDDDUUuhh!...

	The blasphemous ritual went on for enough time that Fred loosely began to feel a weight in his stomach that he recognised from thanksgiving dinners and Christmas turkeys... being absolutely stuffed to the brim.

	He was now truly, Jane Matherson's cum-dump.

	Jane juddered, and Fred whined as endless explosions continued in his mouth, each spurt piling another round of dressing on the family-sized cum salad sitting in his now swollen stomach.

	"Glph-glph-gllhugh-glhghgh-...

	"MMHHUH-SHIT-...

	Space became a problem, and he sputtered briefly under the force of her effluence, which caused the next load to bulge his cheeks before it poured down his gullet, so thick he had to force it through.

	"GLMPH-GLHHh-glhh-!"

	He was almost panicking that he might suffocate or explode until he gratefully felt Jane's quivering legs slow.

	*Spurt.*

	"Glphm."

	*spurt.*

	"Glh."

	Somehow he kept the majority down... barring a few slivers of white which ran down the sides of his mouth, and the last drop hit Fred's numb tongue with a deep, unsexy groan of pure relief from Jane. He burped. He could feel his insides swimming in a universe of warm, eye-wateringly pungent semen.

	"I... Oh Fred," murmured Jane, her voice so dripping with soulful satisfaction that Fred felt like he might just float away.

	He suckled the cock in his mouth gently for a moment, before pulling back.

	"Glllluuhrrhgggggh...

	A spurt of white liquid sloshed out of Fred's mouth and down his chin as he let the cock slide from his lips.

	Fred gulped down some oxygen to recover, realising he was panting from the exertions of sucking his lover's cock.

	'I can't believe I gave her a blowjob in public... again... '

	His jaw ached. His throat felt slightly raw. The smell of a penis was all around him, inside him.

	And it was perfect.

	She was perfect.

	He let out a huge burp, which vibrated through his whole body, also releasing another few rivulets down the front of his face.

	"BLERRGGH!... Ohhh...

	He touched his stomach.

	"I feel... *hic*... BLerrggh!...

	Fred gurgled, his stomach full of heavy seed.

	"... full."

	Jane sighed and ran her hand through his hair.

	"... Yeeah... yeah I kinda... had a backlog worked up... Mmhhh... sorry baby... besides, you might have to get used to feeling like this... just whilst I clean those pipes."

	He burped again, another haze of cock-smell hitting Jane in the face.

	"Hookay."

	She smiled adoringly down at him. It was so beautiful seeing his brain-fried expression bookended by the waterfall of cum down his chin that Jane wished she could capture it in her mind's eye forever.

	As his mind seemed to return slowly, the oxygen bringing him back to reality, Fred leaned forward again, nuzzling and kissing the cum-spattered shaft, whilst looking up at the most beautiful woman in the world.

	"Thank you Mommy."

	"OOohh... bitch... y-you missed a spot," she breathed, watching raptly as he gave an apologetic smile whilst tickling her piss-slit.

	"Oops... sorry...

	He licked his tongue downwards to clean up any tasty morsels remaining from her load hanging off the side of her cock, making her shiver each time he touched the sensitive head, white cream proudly basted on his chin.

	"TTHHHeeeree you go.." she moaned, gently pushing her hips to let the cock push back and forth, just popping in and out of his lips, her chest still rising and falling from her heat, "fuck you're so good at that...

	"Myeah," he agreed, whilst licking the cream of her helmet before reaching down where it had dripped onto her balls like icing on a birthday cake. It seemed as if Freddie wanted to begin sucking again, but settled instead for merely kissing back down the sides of her shaft, cupping her testicles in one hand which made them look incredibly large. It was clear he could not have enclosed one in his fingers, let alone two.

	"Mm... looks like you got me," Jane murmured, swooning as he gently rolled her sweaty balls in his palm.

	"Mph... Yeah...

	Gently, he played with her balls whilst Jane fell forwards, collapsing into his embrace. Arms came around each other, and for a moment it looked almost like a pair of boring, ordinary lovers hugging, albeit her superior height meant he was buried in her breasts rather than her neck crevasse, plus her balls and cock laid heavily against his sternum like a wet pipe.

	Jane leant back for a moment so Fred wasn't simply speaking to a pair of tits.

	"You okay?"

	"Yeah.. y-yeah I'm... really... *BBlurrhgg*.. full...

	He burped, and Jane felt a horrendous wave of dick-smell envelope her sinuses.

	"Oof, I can tell," she said, unable to contain a smile.

	"Hey... it's your smell... I just.. ate it."

	Her dick was still flopped out in the open, semi-hard instead of softening as it patted against his shirt, leaving a few wet marks to go with the already drying off-white cum-stains.

	"Well bitch, it's your fault for being such a good little cock-sucker."

	He giggled, his cheeks turning bright red as he glanced to the side of the booth, as if waiting for the barman to appear out of nowhere and witness the woman's dick flopped up against his chest, her cum on his lips.

	"I... It's kinda instinct," he muttered.

	She shivered.

	"Does it offend you that I'm not surprised?"

	"Kinda...

	Jane let out a little purr as she stretched for a moment, putting her arms back so she could push her chest out.

	"Mm... well... now that we've got the starters out of the way... I think I can allow some small talk... how are you?"

	Fred took a moment to take in the Goddess straddling him, rubbing his hands up her thighs, feeling the weight of her squishing him into the seat. The threat of wrinkles around her eyes hadn't quite taken hold, and her skin was still porcelain smooth. She was smarter than him, taller than him, heavier than him, Stronger than him... If there was anyone who deserved to be slaved over, it was Jane Matherson.

	"Well.. right now I'm... great. Really great... You?"

	"Maybe even better," she whispered. "I'm on top of my boy... he just sucked my dick... my cum is all over his chin...

	He giggled.

	"Hn... I take it back, you're making me feel naughty."

	She smirked.

	"Oh I'm sorry about that... just wait until we get outta here. Then I'm gonna make you feel real naughty."

	A brief pause broke, the sounds of over-excited sports commentators in the background the only sound.

	"-otta see this play, how's this for athleticism-"

	Jane gave a soft kiss on his forehead.

	"I... I missed you, Fred."

	He wrapped her up in a hug, happy to rest his chin between her tits, enjoying the subtle bouncy texture against his cheeks.

	"I missed you too."

	She gave another kiss but then drew back, her voice pensive.

	"Hey, just so you know... we can go slow... I... if you want to."

	A lump came to her throat.

	"I... don't want to scare you away...

	Fred hugged her. He hugged her so tight that her left arm hurt, but she slumped into it, and suddenly the smaller figure was clutching the large one against him.

	"M'not goingnywhere-" he whispered into the bottom of her neck, nuzzling it gently.

	Jane let out a croak, and suddenly she was having to blink back tears.

	"Right... right... just checking...

	She rubbed her face before anything soppy happened, looking for a way to change the subject as she sat up, still sitting heavily on his lap, her boobs tickling his nose.

	"Did you... manage to fix your tire yet?"

	"Huh?"

	This blindsided him, and he smiled sheepishly.

	"Oh uh... yeah.. I should really get on that...

	She peeled her eyes.

	"Fred... it's been weeks. It's not hard to change a tire."

	He gave an apologetic smile.

	"Well... it's just, I don't really know how... I mean, I didn't have one to hand...

	"Jesus... what about getting to work?"

	Freddie squirmed, suddenly looking quite uncomfortable for someone being straddled by a blond superwoman.

	"Well, uh...

	"Fred... When was the last time you had a job?"

	"Wuh?! Uhm... uh, well...

	Her eyes pierced him.

	"..um, it's been a little while... I was doing some deliveries for the pizza place but... my tire went flat... and... I-I looked for other stuff...

	She gave him the stern hard-headed Coach look that could root you to the floor.

	"God, I'm gonna need to do some work on you."

	"I.. I hope so."

	Her eyes peeled.

	"Not just sex."

	"Oh."

	She rolled a thumb across his cheek, and a thoughtful look crossed her face.

	"... but definitely a lot of sex...

	"Phew," he murmured, smiling.

	"If you can keep up."

	"Is that a challenge?"

	"Yes"

	"I accept."

	"Do you accept that you'll have to actually become a normal human being when I'm not fucking you in the ass?"

	"Uh... well, sure...

	A smile broke out on her face, and she placed a finger on his lips, cutting off his denials and stuttered placations.

	"Gosh, I forgot how young you are," she said with a sigh, despite exuding love-hearts from her eyes and ears as she regarded him like a rather idiotic, yet beloved family pet. "There'll be time to work on you... after the sex of course."

	"I... I'm not that young," he pouted, slightly offended.

	She grabbed his face and teased his lips again.

	"Yes you are."

	Her fingers tightened.

	"But don't worry... I like it. You make me feel young again."

	"Y-you're not that old," he muttered.

	"Good boy," she grinned.

	"Um.. how old are you?"

	"Dating tip... never ask that question to a woman."

	"Oh."

	"But just because you asked so nicely... I'm thirty-five."

	"You look incredible."

	She smirked and kissed him.

	"Well I'm not usually one for flattery, but seeing as it's you, I'll allow it. Now, fancy getting out of here?"

	"Hell yeah."

	"But... I need to make sure first... are you gonna be a good boy for Mama?" she murmured, flicking the sweet bulge between his legs.

	"Uhn-! Hey, don't do that, or I'll-"

	"Suck my cock again?"

	"Something like that," he muttered, grinning and blushing at the same time.

	She chuckled.

	"Ha, don't tempt me or we'll be here all day. Just... stop looking so damn cute for one minute and clean yourself up, we're leaving."

	He grabbed a serviette and began wiping his face as best he could, although there were plenty of rather odious stains down his front that looked a little too off-white to be comfortable.

	'I might be getting a few weird looks... '

	None of it would matter now that he was with Jane. The impatience of her, the strained look around the side of the booth as if she couldn't wait one more second to hold him close, was like having the warmest honey poured into his chest cavity. He had barely dropped the scrunched-up serviettes before she was pulling him from the cubicle, taking his arm.

	"Your place or mine?"

	"Huh? Uh...

	He thought of his flatmates, and felt like his brain might blend itself into a soup if Gareth caught wind of their activities.

	"Uh.. I think some of my flatmates-"

	"It was rhetorical," she said carelessly, locking her elbow with his, and leading him out.

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	The car-ride back to her flat was quicker and scarier than he had ever seen her drive, and Fred spent most of it with his nails dug into the leather seats, feeling close to vomiting. The buildings and trees were one consistent green and grey blur that he tried not to look at too closely, and he decided it wouldn't be a wise idea to query whether Jane was supposed to be driving with her injury as she gripped the underside of her steering wheel with her sling hand, crunching the gears with her right, the motor roaring.

	They had barely swerved into the car-park, Fred buffeted against his door, before she was marching around to his side.

	With her glasses back on, she looked almost like a terminator coming to relinquish him of his anal virginity. It was scary, yet utterly exhilarating.

	Feeling he should at least be a man and undo his own seatbelt, he managed to do so just in time for the door to burst open and a hand close around his throat. A hot mouth pressed against his, a tongue sliding into his throat.

	Fred moaned as Jane leaned in, forcing him harshly back in his seat, the slight pain of struggling to breath almost trifling compared to the warmth and wetness of the woman taking him however she pleased.

	When she had finished, she dragged the small, ruffled figure heaving oxygen out of the car, slamming the door shut and taking his hand tight in hers, walking him to the front door. Their pace was more akin to a police officer dragging a suspect to their holding cell instead of a pair of besotted lovers heading to their bedroom... Then again, Jane seemed to need Fred in her flat like she needed air to breath, slamming her keycard against the entrance so hard it almost cracked.

	Door open.

	Hallway.

	Stairs.

	Her strides were so long that he was almost having to take three steps for every two of hers, his pace a light jog as she unswervingly brought him to her door, snapping the key in like it would start another even faster car that Fred really didn't want to experience, before she kicked the door through and pulled him in.

	The moment the door slammed shut she was on him.

	Over him.

	Around him.

	Inside him.

	Her kisses were rough. Her tongue ungentle.

	Eager hands came to his waist and above his shoulder, gripping the muscles tight, sliding down to tease his bottom and digging the nails in, forcing a light titter from Fred's throat.

	"Mph!"

	Fred was in heaven, and attempted to respond in kind by squeezing her arms back until she winced, adjusting her sling ("Sorry-"

	"it's fine, just keep kissing me!")

	More tongues.

	Her breath was heavy against his face, her chest heaving. She tasted like beer, and also like spearmint chewing gum. Also there was a natural scent, a Jane-taste, of grass and chemical lipstick and sweat; roughness and smoothness all melted together. One indefinable, incredible person that he still couldn't believe wanted him.

	She groped him, a leer on her face as she ground her bulge against his thigh like a ritualistic, perverse mating dance.

	Fred fell into a whirlwind of Jane. Hands. Stomach. Thighs. Bulge. Not just any bulge - A raging, throbbing bulge furiously trying to break free to devour his insides.

	Her handbag and the complicated straps holding her tits up were torn away and thrown aside, and Fred found himself doing the same, trying to pull down any possible barrier between them, his shirt flying onto a potted plant in the corner, one sock finding the coat-rack.

	More kisses.

	An arm sling was thrown onto the sofa ("Are you sure?"

	"YES. Stop apologising!")

	A pair of jeans hit the TV, and Fred barely even had time to see the crotchless black lingerie before she was already kicking out of it, grousing as she tried to undo her bra with one hand.

	"I can do it," he interjected.

	She smirked and stopped.

	"Hn... go on then. Impress me."

	He gave her an annoyed look, and reached around her to fumble at the clasp. For a few moments her smirk was the most infuriating and distracting thing imaginable as his fingers became sweaty and uncoordinated.

	"... Need help?"

	"N-no," he mumbled, cheeks flushing.

	Was it held together with superglue or something?

	She let out a quick chuckle at the relief on his face as he broke the cypher on her bra, gently pulling it free, Jane allowing him to remove her last piece of clothing.

	Then they stood naked in the living room, and they regarded each other for a moment.

	She took in his shapely limbs illuminated by the single light above them that she'd bothered to slap on, the gentle layers of his muscles that defined his light frame, his hips which needed to be held, flat, smooth stomach with a slight hint of ribs and abs which demanded to be kissed.

	He took in her pronounced breasts as they commanded him without words, explaining that he must place his face between them and give up any thought of escape. Her hips flowed down to strong thighs that bulged with an enticing selection of muscles and fats all woven together. Arms that looked lithe and potent began to wrap around him, flexing as they controlled his movements.

	Her hard manhood was twitching between her legs, drooping under it's own weight.

	A strong hand came to his wrist; then a softer one to his lower back, pulling him in.

	'I'm getting taken... '

	He felt a profound peace in this knowledge, where before he his feelings had been mixed and unclear.

	'... and I want it.'

	Her (now smudged) lipstick and eyeshadow accentuated her striking features to utter perfection, but she didn't need it. Fred knew she could be at her most beautiful in the heat of a training session barking orders, or after burning through a sweaty orgasm.

	He was hoping to see the latter again in a few minutes.

	As she held him, Fred feeling almost powerless as he was pulled into her arms, the feeling hit him once again of how utterly unmatched they were. Most movie-stars would be put to shame by her side. She was unapologetically gorgeous.

	'I'm dating the most perfect woman in the world.'

	She reached down and gently cupped his balls and penis, hard and bobbing gently in time with his heartbeat, making him murmur. A thumb swept across his balls as she tightened her grip slightly.

	"I think I'll keep these."

	He gasped and placed both his hands around her huge, pulsing shaft which was pointing up at his face.

	"HNn... D-Do you mind if I borrow this whilst.. Hnn... you keep those?"

	"Borrow? You bet your ass I mind," she said sharply, "either you sign off on this dick forever, or I'm going to squeeze a lot harder than I am doing right now."

	She gave a pleasurable warning squeeze to his small balls, which made him whinny.

	"Ohhh-ooOh... s-sorry mama, I'll be a good boy," he said in a pathetic voice with his lips pouted, and began wanking her shaft with all of his strength, murmuring as he felt the mighty ligaments flexing, steel cables that responded to his touch with superior vigour.

	"I'll take your dick forever...

	She moaned and tipped forwards, their faces coming together allowing Fred to plant kisses on her cheek as she squeezed his entire package in one hand, and he whinnied as pleasure and pain swirled up from between his legs.

	"Hn!"

	"You're mine," she croaked into his ear, "You're all mine...

	"Yeah... Yeah I'm all yours...

	With that, they began the most awkward quick-slow dance, jerking each other off, cupping each other's testicles and kissing, all whilst trying to make their way towards the bedroom. Everything was little trills of pleasure, smiles of awkwardness, and small exclamations of burning need.

	"Uhhh."

	"Hnn!- oof th-that was... a little hard...

	"Were you speaking to someone else, or were you speaking to Mommy?"

	"Y-yeahh, you Mommy! Please be gentle Mommy...

	He showered raindrop kisses all across her face in placation.

	"Fine... but don't you ever forget who you're speaking to, bitch," she hissed, licking up the side of his face in return.

	His heart pounded in his chest as he licked all the way down her the side of her neck and back. Her whole aura was aggressive, just the way he liked it.

	Then her whole body slammed against his, winding him against the hallway wall as he was covered by her frame, her thigh pressing between his legs and vice-versa, a hard rod up against his leg and some of his belly. Warm, comforting tit-flesh enveloped his face, and he basked in it, moaning as they tried to lovingly smother him to death, Jane wiping her breasts against him in a reverse motorboat that was cutting off his air. Freddie knew he would most certainly never ask her to stop any actions involving her tits in his face.

	'If this is how I die, I'll be the happiest ghost in heaven... '

	The sweat between the crevasse of her tits rubbed against his nose. He could feel her heartbeat through her chest, powering a strong, heavy rhythm into his brain.

	He tried to push back, to be a man and use his weight, but he didn't even come close to shifting her tall, powerful body. She giggled into his ear and crushed him harder against the wall, making him whimper as her thigh pushed up against his eager manhood.

	"Hmm trying to fight back hmm? So cute...

	It was almost more emasculating when she pulled him and forced herself against the opposite wall, her hands on his waist, pulling him into her as if he had overpowered her. Fred grunted, blushing so hard his cheeks must have looked like tomatoes, before trying his best to push her a little more forcefully into the wall. She let out an appreciative hum of pleasure, raising her hands up as if at his mercy, only to wince and keep her left arm lower down.

	"Ohh, are you okay?" he whispered, stepping back.

	"I'm FINE. You know, for a big strong man, you really aren't fitting the role at all are you?" she teased.

	It hit close to home, and he put on a sterner expression and pressed himself into her, shoving her against the wall. Her yip was high-pitched as he pressed his thigh against her crotch.

	"NNHH- Little less on the balls," she said in a choked voice, and Fred whinnied and pulled his leg back, letting her double over slightly.

	"S-SORRY-!"

	"Ooohf... well, that's... one way to get me down," she managed, breathless, rubbing between her legs.

	"Sorry, sorry!" he kept repeating as she gingerly straightened up. Fred put his hand on her back and rubbed. "You okay... ? I-I didn't mean to...

	She blew a strand of hair out of her face and gave him a dangerous look.

	"Let's just say I'll be doing all the topping from now on, yeah?"

	He gulped and nodded.

	She took his hand.

	"Good boy. Come."

	Almost in a ritualistic way, they stepped slowly into the bedroom, Fred's stomach flipping every few seconds as he saw the large king-sized bed with simple white and black sheets and pillows carefully laid out.

	The place where she would take him.

	He could already see himself in his mind's eye, a small, spasming body compressed into the mattress, staring blankly into the ceiling and howling for the moon as it's ass was penetrated by a giant lady-dong.

	His cock began to leak on the floor, and he shivered.

	'That is all kinds of wrong... I can't leak just from thinking about it... '

	Jane noticed and stared at the gossamer-thin strand of cum dripping from his penis. Another appreciative hum.

	"You know... I have condoms in the nightstand... but I think we're already fine with bareback, right?"

	"Why... afraid of getting pregnant?" Fred murmured.

	Even though she laughed, this could not go unpunished.

	"Haha... oh how dare you, you little bitch... making fun of me in my own house...

	A wall of woman slammed him off his feet, and Fred squealed in delight as the world tumbled around him, hitting the mattress at an awkward angle as Jane landed heavily on top of him, but all too quickly it was back to silliness and gentle kisses, a quick love-bite on his neck taking the air from his lungs.

	Just as Jane was taking full control, she shivered in surprise as a hand slid underneath to cup her balls and even slide beneath towards her asshole.

	"H-Hnn... Careful bitch!" she growled, nipping his earlobe.

	"Oops," he said, placing a finger directly on her asshole.

	"OooOOohUhh!"

	To hear her coo like a girl was so exciting and silly that Fred laughed, and then a hand was wrapped around his throat.

	"Hnn... you think that's funny?"

	He whinnied, a note of real fear in his eyes.

	"Keep laughing," she hissed, squeezing, and Fred clucked as the air was compressed in his neck, before she released, and then fell on top like a falling tree, her soft fats and muscles covering him, the sweat on her body mixing with his, Fred clutching her back as she rubbed up against him.

	Kisses all the way up his neck tickled enough for him to let out a nervous titter.

	"Hnnuhghun-"

	"Mmmh... is my bitch enjoying himself?"

	"Yyeaahh...

	"Good...

	He whinnied as she continued to tease him, licking his ear, their cocks sword-fighting for dominance, his dagger woefully outmatched by the broadsword pushing it side-to-side, almost painfully squeezing against it as she pressed her bodyweight down into him.

	"Do you want me to fuck you?" she whispered, enjoying the painfully hard throbbing boyhood pinned down by her thick, pulsing shaft.

	"Yyyesss!"

	"Really?"

	"YYYESS!"

	Her cock hovered over him, lining up slowly with his rear.

	"Do you want me to fuck you forever?"

	They connected their gazes then, and Fred saw the insecurities in the eyes which flicked to each of his own, the electric blue suddenly seeming child-like in their worry.

	He took her head in his hands, and kissed the tip of her nose.

	"Yes."

	Fred gripped her hardness, and led it slowly to his asshole.

	"Now fuck me."

	Jane took a moment to save a mental picture, staring down on the boy as he lovingly guided her penis into the ass angling up to accept her. Everything moved as if in slow motion. A pink, puckered flower gently oscillated over her tip, mouthing a greeting to the visitor, inviting it in.

	Fred stared up with accepting eyes, needing this to happen.

	"Jane... Fuck me."

	She nodded, breathless.

	Her cock pushed and then *POP*-ped against his anus, electricity hitting both their bodies at the same time, but Jane didn't linger, pressing further into him. Fred breathed out and then hiccupped in pain as she slid gently through his asshole, his rim back to inhuman width.

	"Hn!"

	Jane slowed, but Fred nodded despite the glimmers of pain on his face, and then his expression unravelled briefly into panic as she slid almost the entirety of her length into him in one bodyweight and gravity combination of unyielding force.

	"HHUH-"

	*Scchhlick*

	She quickly closed the final few inches, gasping as she did.

	"HOoh yyeuhh...

	A tight squeal piped from Fred's lips as all ten inches of Jane's cock came to a halt inside him, her hips snug against his, connecting like perfect puzzle pieces, so satisfying to both that neither could move for a moment, re-learning each other's insides, gauging the twitches of pleasure and pain on each other's faces.

	To Jane, it was like being wrapped in the tightest fist possible.

	To Freddie, it was like being forcibly filled with a baseball bat.

	Both juddered, aware of the deeper layer of affection now lurking within the fiery passion, a sense of being attuned to one another. Fred's eyes no longer seemed to search as they rested on hers, feeling her heartbeat fill his stomach, the huge pulsing dick inside his ass a vessel connecting their bodies and minds. Emotion came to the surface, and tears threatened to come to his eyes.

	"Nn... don't cry," whispered Jane, a breathless smile on her face as she tried to push back her own sniffles, cupping his head lovingly with one hand, whilst trying to move her left hand up his side.

	"I-I'm not... it's just... you're really big... he lied, eyes wet as he wiped them quickly.

	The hopelessly entwined duo both sniffled and giggled as they tried to keep their eyes dry until their breaths returned to something approaching normal, or at least, normal for a couple balls-deep in each other.

	"Hoof... it's.. it's funny... I imagined all this differently," Jane managed hoarsely after a silence, the joy shining on her face even as she groused through the incredible tightness of his anal walls.

	"H-how... how did you imagine it?" Fred managed, his legs doubled over, wincing then whinnying as the horse-cock sent ripples of pain and pleasure to his extremities.

	"... HUH."

	Jane's nostrils flared, leaning in.

	"Well... Perhaps a little less soft...

	Fred nodded, licking his lips in anticipation, yet fearing what would come at the same moment.

	"... Well I did tell you to fuck me."

	"... Tell me?"

	Jane bared her teeth and withdrew her cock, sliding a heavy thrust into his depths.

	"UUUHhnnn!...

	"I'll tell you when I want to fuck you!" she hissed, before immediately belying her words by pattering kisses all over his face. As he let out soft, pretty sighs, she slid her tongue up the side of his face, leaving a trail of wet saliva on it.

	"Fuck, can you stop being cute so I can just POUND you?!" she growled.

	"I'm not... HNn.. HHnnn... doing anything!" he squeaked, placing his fingers on her nipples and gently playing with them, a coy look on his face.

	"OhHHnn... Ohh you sexy little bitch... I'm gonna destroy you," she chuntered, before heaving a penetrating slide into the depths of his ass, bringing a "HHYYEUHhhhnnnn," of outrageously whorish proportions from Freddie's throat.

	*SHHhhhlick*

	"HHUUYYUHHHNN!"

	To the neighbours, it may well have sounded like a porn film being played at a less-than-suitable volume.

	Freddie keened, and Jane hummed a deep note of arousal as she drove her cock into him, hooked on the boyish warm panting in her ear as she made deep, bruising love to him, spurred by his asshole tightening around her shift with each balls-deep insertion.

	"HNNnuh...

	*Plap... Plap... Plap... *

	The soft sounds of skin patting against skin began to emanate, alongside tiny grunts and utterances which echoed through the bedroom, a wave of sinful murmurs as they reunited their bodies and minds, the cool air conditioning kissing Jane's back, much-needed for the sweating, writhing mass gluing itself repeatedly together.

	"Huhu-UHU-uhhh.."

	Jane felt herself going wild for the whimpers being pressed into her ear, sensing the need to enact her vengeance on this sweet creature that had escaped her grasp for so long. She reigned in those desires with clenched teeth, biting down softly on the boy's neck.

	""UHN-UHNN!... uhn J-Jane.. Ja-ahh-uh-uh-un.."

	He made soft whimpers of deference, but his protests and lucidity were then swept away by seven brutal jabs of the hip into his undercarriage, and Freddie's limbs sealed tight to Jane's back as she then hit the spots that drove him over the edge, into free air and up to the pearly gates.

	"UUHN-UHHHHHHNNNNNN!"

	*Plap-plap-plap-plap-plap*

	A harsh voice came to his ear.

	"I LOVE YOU."

	Fred seized up, trembling in her arms as he let out a whorish cry, unable to hold in his passion as his hard cock pulsed between their bellies, spewing strings of cum up across their faces. Jane stuck out her tongue and gorged on it, moaning as her chin was sprayed with seed.

	Her eyes locked with his, and Freddie watched as Jane gave the most open, unabashed grin that he had ever seen as ropes of his cum hit her square in the face, sticking out her tongue to try and catch the strings as they rocketed past. It drove his orgasm that bit higher, whimpering as his legs clung to her ass. A long stream went into her mouth and she sucked it down.

	"Iillooveeeyouhh... IiillUGHHoollouveeeeyouuh.." Freddie drooled, riding the wave of utter bliss that shot up his spine like the best drug in the world, lost in the irresistible addiction of Jane.

	"Yeah, there's my baby... That's it. Cum for your mama."

	Jane held the spasming boy in her arms, careful to keep her weight down, no hint of possible escape open to the boy sliding down from his incredible high.

	"You okay?" she whispered after he had stopped jerking.

	"Yyeahh... yeah... he managed.

	She gently placed her lips on his neck, finding the sensitive spots.

	"Good... Hnn... God, you even taste like a bitch...

	"Huhh.. well I ammm your bitch...

	Fred knew in that moment that he had found himself. In this moment, away from the prying eyes of friends, family or teammates, a submissive, whorish boy lay underneath a conqueror, and he understood... Jane was the only woman who could ever satisfy his inner slut... because inside, that was who he really was.

	He would never tell anyone... but Jane knew. She knew that he was the whore-boy who needed a cock in his holes, a greedy dick-riding monster who wanted nothing more than to be taken for a lap around the bedroom on all-fours and impregnated.

	'I'm hers... '

	Then she pecked him on the cheek.

	"... I'm so glad you found me."

	In that moment Fred felt a well of deep, warm affection from inside him release, flooding him with all kinds of warmth.

	"Yyeahh...

	"Now... ready to get fucked?" she said in a far less jovial, more eager tone.

	"Oh... yeah, definitely... f-fuck me," he whispered, nervously and yet excitedly setting himself.

	*THWAP*

	"UHN-"

	*THWAP*

	"OHmmYYY-"

	*THWAP-THWAP-THWAP*

	"-EIGUHH-EGEUH-UH-!"

	Jane picked up the pace so quickly and so violently that Fred couldn't equate the soft, warm thing he had been hugging tightly to the steel machine pistoning into his body with the force of a freight-train, his butt-cheeks now being rammed by her hips, asshole suddenly taking a full ten inches of dick so hard and fast that all he could feel were the brutal impressions left by each thrust inside him, her cock already reloading for another dive inside to pound his depths.

	As pleasure ripped through him, Fred gave in and let his lungs empty of all their slutty vigour.

	"UUGHHN-UHHHGNN-UHHN-!"

	Freddie began to depress into the mattress, disappearing from view under the savagery being meted out.

	Jane fucked him like she was digging for pure gold.

	Her knees began to leave the bed as she bounced up and down, piledriving her full length into Fred's ass so hard that her penis was simply a blur of pink and white, her balls rebounding off his ass like she was tenderising all of the flab and what little muscle he possessed there.

	Bedsprings began to squeal under the force of the union.

	*CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

	*SKREE-SKREE-SKREE--

	"IUUIGHHG-UGHHGHUHH-UHH-UH-uH-Uh-uh-UH!"

	Freddie screamed at the top of his lungs as he was bred like the most desperate whore in the universe, clawing Jane's back and squealing as she dug out his insides for pleasure.

	Minutes of violent, penetrating love-making took place.

	Jane began sweating down onto his face, grunting and occasionally nipping his lips, a tongue reach out to play without going inside, keeping him pinned down by a barrage of back-breaking dick thrusts that he could only keen and spasm through as she reamed him.

	"OHMMYGUHHDDUH-"

	Her forehead pressed down into his, a pure alpha female act of aggression within the larger breeding that only added to his rapturous ecstasy.

	Freddie's dick, which had been dribbling pre-cum throughout, launched another volley of pearly white string over his conqueror's face, and she placed some deep, slow thrusts to coax every last bit of it from his balls, the young figure taut like a bowstring as the monster throbbed in his depths, her helmet slamming into something too sensitive and wonderful to ignore.

	Strings of Freddie's stinking cum hit Jane's chin, and she growled like a bulldog, no even bothering to wipe away the tendrils of his love hanging from her jowls as she growled, reaping the rewards of her bruised and battered lover.

	*CLAP-CLAP-CLAP--

	*SKREE-SKREE-SKREE-SKREE-SKREE--

	"UHGHN-GUHNN-GUHN-"

	Freddie clung to her as he was punished, her hips clapping his cheeks in a steady stream of applause, Jane fucking his insides so hard that it felt like she was almost pulling his anal walls out with each retraction of her womanhood.

	The tiny sliver of his mind still somehow functioning thanked God for the natural lubricant of Jane's cum, before even that was swept away in the ecstasy being ploughed into his ass.

	*CLAPCLAPCLAP--

	*SKREESKREESKREESKREE--

	"OOOOGUUUHHHHAAIIIHHUHH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UGH-UGHGHH-UGHHH-!"

	Freddie went cross-eyed, no longer seeing, nor tasting, nor thinking... Just lost to the aggressive manhandling of his body... the smell and stink of a sweaty, testosterone-filled woman thrumming in his nostrils as she crushed his ass.

	The huge, reinforced bedframe began to slam into the wall as Jane unleashed her full aggression on Freddie.

	*WUMP-WUMP-WUMP*

	The huge thuds rang out as the tall, athletic woman laid out haymaker thrusts which knocked Freddie's burgeoning, overworked brain for an endless sequence of home runs, her talon fingers finding the cute fats to dig into, her teeth finding his neck for love bites so hard they hurt, the figure barely visible in the deepening crater in the centre of the bed clinging on for dear life.

	It went on for hours.

	For some of the time they linked hands and pressed forehead to forehead, working together to savage his ass with her hardness.

	Other times it was gentle, stealing small kisses, Jane barely any pulling of her cock from his body; just inch-out-inch-in micro-pumps which let him regain some semblance of consciousness before he would be sent screaming back into orbit by a series of wall-thumping, piledriving thrusts from the wrecking-ball of a woman that was Jane Matherson.

	The air in the room became humid and cloying. The scent of sweat and other bodily fluids grew sharper.

	The pair didn't even bother changing position, connected by one mind and purpose to break Freddie's body.

	Sweat began to seep into bedsheets which were being clawed and dragged from the corners until they pooled in one central mess, Jane finding one of her legs on bare, stainless mattress, the other on a sheet which provided no purchase, so she pulled it from beneath him and threw it aside, leaving Freddie's back up against the rough material of the mattress as they bounced so violently that the springs began to squeal almost as much as Freddie.

	"OOHGHHU-UHGOHMMOUH-"

	*SKREE!-SKREE!-SKREE!-SKREE!*

	He screamed, and he cried, and he came, over and over.

	'I'm going to pass out... '

	Somehow he remained conscious, unwilling to miss a single second of Jane's pure unadulterated animal lust.

	"HHUGH-UHH-Uuhgh-ughhh-UHuhhghghg-ggghhuuhhh-"

	His voice grew hoarse, but the sounds seemed to be triggered automatically by sensations somewhere deep in his ass, Jane playing him like a musical instrument (whilst beating his ass like a drum). She forced him into producing a fine collection of rainforest sounds... chirps and yips of exotic birds as she jerkily applied a few quick strokes, the squawking of parrots as she began to cruise deeper, and finally the mating cries of a woman as Jane took her full athleticism to bear on the eager weakling beneath her.

	The bed springs creaked, no longer as bouncy or as strong as they had been hours earlier.

	*Skree - Skree - Skree --

	*Clap-clap-clap*

	"Hnn.. hnuhh... HUHn...

	"Thhatsitbabby... thatsssittt...

	The slap of hips continued endlessly like an echo from the deepest, darkest caves of the earth as two sweaty, devolved mammals in heat continued to have sex in a way that was barely human.

	Jane's lungs and muscles were burning. She was sweating so hard it was stinging her eyes. Still she continued to push through it all, dominating Fred to such an extent that he could barely comprehend anything in the universe other than the cock sawing in and out of his body, and the woman pushing it into him over, and over.

	Her thrusts became one-punch sheathings of her dick in his hole, no longer able to keep up the constant rhythm, her legs shaking between insertions.

	*CLAP... CCLAAP... *

	"HHnn... mmhh... HNNNN!...

	"Looveyoubaby... loveyou...

	Freddie was drooling down both sides of his face, staring up into cum-and-lipstick-stained whoreish vision of Jane Matherson, looking like she had just been used on the street. If he could have formed any sort of intelligent thought, he might have considered it ironic. As it was, he merely produced a hoarse "Nngh," in response.

	"I love you," she chuntered, "IloveyouIloveyou... HNG...

	*CLAP*

	"Uhn!"

	She could feel herself getting close, trying to hold back the tears of joy as a delirious smile spread across Freddie's vacant features, the madness of a boy in pure submissive heat.

	It rushed up in an instant.

	"I... l-LOVE-"

	Jane moaned into his ear, encompassing his world in every bit of her essences.

	"-YyyouuuUUUUUHEHEEUUUURGGGGGHHHHH!"

	Wet heat exploded against Freddie's insides, tears rolling down his cheeks as wave after wave of pleasure swept through his body. Fred felt himself being unmanned, felt her body shaking around his, her hands clasping his limbs with such force that it hurt.

	His eyes rolled up to the top of his head, showing all white as he squealed to the ceiling, to all of the neighbours who might be listening, that he was owned forever, enslaved to Jane's cock.

	"UUUUAIIIiiieuughHHHHHHHHH-!"

	Jane felt the amazon river flow from her cock.

	All of her essences forced themselves into spaces within him that she had created, his insides becoming a crevasse of Jane Matherson goo as Jane's soul left her body, gushing into Freddie and filling him from top-to-bottom with her furious love.

	"HnnnHHHNn-"

	"UUNNgngUUUHH-"

	The pair juddered and spasmed like they were having fits, tears coming to their faces as the ecstasy overwhelmed them, two broken forms made whole, two human puzzle pieces connected in spirit, mind and body.

	Freddie would not be able to recall the brief seconds of waves pressuring his ass, Jane's jerked shunts into his beleaguered, aching cheeks, or her tears falling on his face. Coming down to a merely heavenly feeling, he managed to regain some form of lucidity in time to see her red, ugly eyes crinkled above him, her mouth open, heaving in deep breathes as her weapon throbbed in his ass, squelching against his cum-filled insides.

	The final spurt was met with deep eye contact, the kind where no conscious thought can be seen in each other's gaze, just pure love and lust intertwined.

	With one last ecstatic shiver, they fell still.

	The two figures remained motionless for a moment. Fred could only feel one thing moving, Jane's heartbeat as it throbbed in his belly, his senses briefly retreating from the room around him to enjoy that feeling of someone else being part of his own body, her giant cock like a second heart pumping her adrenaline into his veins.

	Finally, he closed his eyes and simply lay there, his legs open, asshole clinging to the love-stick buried inside him.

	Balls deep and filled with seed.

	'Paradise.'

	The two lovers' chests rose and fell, coming down from their rushing rhythms to settle into gentler breaths. Jane stayed poised over her boy, allowing the waves of pleasure to dissipate, becoming aware of the unpleasant humidity in the air around them. It felt sauna-like, the air con sorely overworked and humming in the background to try and replace the tropical atmosphere of post-sex smog.

	She wiped her forehead, feeling her hand coming off incredibly sticky, and burped, feeling the smell of his cum come up with it. She crinkled her nose... it must have been a decent amount that she had ingested.

	Her muscles ached, eyelids growing heavy.

	She'd fucked to near exhaustion.

	Down below, her bitch was looking up with reverential, glazed eyes, as if seeing God for the first time.

	"Jane...

	Jane sighed, and gently pulled her penis from between his cheeks.

	An ocean exploded from his ass, Jane grousing as her cum blasted everywhere, spreading in a tidal wave over her legs, the mattress, and even reaching the edges to pour down onto the floor.

	Fred mewled as he felt the world exit his ass.

	"Hhheeeuuuh...

	"Holy shit," Jane whispered.

	She glanced regretfully at the sheet discarded on the floor, then at the lake of effluence that Freddie was now lying in, right in the centre of the weeks-old mattress.

	'That... is gonna leave a stain... '

	Jane slumped.

	'But maybe I'll worry about that tomorrow... '

	Her eyelids felt heavy, pulled down not just by her physical exertion, but by all the stress and tension in her body having been released. She knew she would sleep like a baby tonight.

	"Don't leave," she muttered, leaning down, before closing her eyes and falling asleep on top of him.

	Fred let himself linger above the pit of sleep as he simply enjoyed the feeling of a stinking woman in his arms, her hair matted with sweat uncomfortably close to his face, her weight compressing his torso, her breath warm against his ear.

	It was the most beautiful feeling in the world.

	He fell asleep with the woman of his dreams in his arms, his stomach and ass bloated with her semen.

	
- Chapter 8 - A low ebb for the team whilst Freddie and Jane find a rhythm

	Terry sniffed, feeling the cloying scent of rain and mud in the air. She bounced on first base, trying not to let the sodden clothes dampen her spirits further as a ball whipped from the pitcher's hand straight past a bat swung more in hope than anger.

	*THWIP-thunk*

	The sound of the ball nestling in the catcher's glove was another gut punch. Bob's head went down. He handled the softball bat like he'd never seen one before, rolling it in jerky movements that confirmed his inner demons.

	"Falcons, Falcons, Falcons!-"

	The main part of the crowd in the bleachers cheered, yellow falcon crests emblazoned on their raincoats. Five figures in red watched on to the side, trying their best to be heard.

	"Come on Wildcats-"

	Terry sniffed.

	The pitcher was good... she took the ball back easily, and set her stance wide. Terry's eyes briefly slid down to the muscled glutes filling out the softball pants nicely. Usually she would have enjoyed the show.

	She looked up at the scoreboard and sighed.

	Sometimes away days could be fun. This was not one of those days.

	Light tinkles of rain pattered across the dirt and mud, slowly transforming it into a paste. Puddles collected in places where divots or footprints resided, and the air was warm and muggy, not helped by the floodlights pounding down on the softball pitch.

	*THWIP-thunk*

	The figures in red tried to offer encouraging calls over their far louder neighbours, having braved the three-hour drive for the privilege of soaking in smart bleachers. One of them tried to rouse a chorus, but it didn't catch, and they sat back resoundingly in their seat with an audible squelch.

	Terry grimaced as she tried to look ready to sprint. At her most confident, she loved to keep the fielders on edge, poised to fly at a moment's notice.

	"GIMME A P... GIMME AN E... GIMME AN N... GIMME AN I...

	"SARAH, stop it!"

	The sound of Terry's sister trying to start a rude chant almost made her smirk. Usually it might have annoyed her, but she needed whatever light-heartedness she could get. Her heel went to the edge of the base as she looked over at the pitcher, and then to the batting plate, behind which Kevin was sulking on the bench.

	Her heel edged back.

	*THWIP-Thunk*

	The majority of the crowd cheered.

	A quivering Bob trudged back to the dugout, and was immediately confronted by a figure that seemed almost gleeful to be leering over him.

	"WHAT DID I TELL YOU BOB, KEEP YOUR STANCE BACK! Honestly, it's pathetic, it really is... you're lucky I don't just give up on you... You need to keep your shoulders wider like I said...

	Terry's teeth clenched as she watched Dean gesticulate to Bob for all to see, revelling in his position of authority.

	Bob seemed to shrink further into his un-athletic bulk.

	Terry hadn't understood why Bob remained in the team with such abuse. His enjoyment seemed to have fallen off a cliff since Coach Matherson had left...

	'Maybe he's just accepted it like we all have... '

	As she stood glumly at first base she flicked her eyes over Kevin again, shifting her weight back to a docile slouch whilst Charlene padded tentatively to the batter's plate. She weighed up whether there was really any reason to stay.

	'This all sucks... hell I could just give up and play computer games... '

	She looked over at Mo in the dugout sharing a murmured joke with Stacey, and snorted as the woman offered a weak smile back. Clearly he'd just said something inappropriate.

	'Well... don't wanna lose the team because of one asshole... I'm on my computer too much as it is... '

	As the ball sailed past Charlene's weak swing, and Dean's voice began to crow out from the dugout, Terry wondered where Coach Matherson was.

	'She'd better be doing something damn important.'

	*THWIP-CRACK!*

	Terry's head whipped to see Charlene running as best she could towards first base, and realised too late she needed to start sprinting, only to watch despairingly as the ball reached a fielder, already aiming it straight back to second base.

	"Shit-"

	She powered her feet to the floor, but it was into the second baseman's waiting mitt before she could take a third step.

	A light ripple of woops and claps from the home end made her nostrils flare as she stomped back to the dugout. Dean was already waiting.

	"CONCENTRATION, what did I say?!? You need to listen to what I tell you!"

	She clenched her jaw so she wouldn't engage in the natural reaction of biting off the finger wagging her way, instead stomping past whilst muttering under her breath.

	"Idiot-idiot-IDIOT...

	She moved past Kevin, who briefly engaged her pointed look, softening for a moment, before the tension in his jaw returned and Terry became invisible again.

	Terry sniffed and traipsed to the end of the line where Stacey was sat, looking rather glum.

	"It's alright, you did better than me if that's any help," she offered quietly.

	"Yeah.."

	"Maybe you shoulda stopped focusing on the pitcher's ass!" Mo grinned.

	Terry tried to nod, but couldn't muster more than a brief fake smile as she slumped down on the bench.

	'Would be nice to be able to bust Freddie's balls right about now.'

	She glanced at the empty space to her other side, and peeled her eyes.

	'Where are you... ya damn idiot... '

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	Fred sat on the lap of an angel, straddling her naked form. She didn't say anything, the halo around her head casting a light that filled his vision as she put her hands on his waist, aiming her crotch-meat directly at his ass. A gentle wind feathered at the tips of his hair.

	"Uhnnn...

	The slide inside was lacking something... definition... but he wanted it... he could still feel her whispering something in his ear... The wind began blowing stronger, building intensity...

	"You're a bitch."

	"I'mmabitch...

	"You're a little bitch."

	"I'mmmalittlebiitch...

	Blue eyes fixed him in place as the wind built up to a gale, buffeting at his side.

	He wanted her to cum in him. Wanted her to breed him. The angel moaned. He answered with a cry through the storm as her hair flew out to her side.

	"FuckmmeeeeM... !"

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	"-muuhhh...

	Freddie's eyes crawled open, gazing at an unfamiliar white ceiling, feeling the blood raging through his rock-hard penis.

	"Fuhh...

	Some sort of walrus nearby let out a huge snort.

	"Hnnnkkgghhhhhh...

	It took him a few seconds to work out it was late morning, and he wasn't in his flat. Cream walls, tasteful wooden drawers and wardrobes all neatly arranged with no clothes hanging out of them was not something he usually woke up to. The smell of clean, fresh linen was vibrant in his nose, quickly replaced as he burped and recoiled.

	The stench of semen filled his nostrils.

	"Hhruugh... oh...

	"Hhnnkkkkkkkkghh...

	The snort rattled his skull again.

	'What on earth?... '

	He brought his head from the vibrating pillow, and turned to see the dying pig sounds were coming from right beside him. His eyebrows shot up at Jane Matherson's face crushed against the pillow, mouth wide open and letting loose snores not heavy enough to shake the windows, but certainly enough to make him wonder how he'd managed to sleep at all.

	"Hhhnnkkkkkkkkghhhh...

	Freddie looked on in amazement, observing her nose bent by the angle it had been stuffed into the pillow, the little dot of wetness at the corner of her mouth, her short blond hair everywhere. It might have been the ugliest he'd ever seen her.

	'She's perfect.'

	The tremendous urge to kiss her barged to the forefront of his thoughts.

	'I shouldn't wake her... '

	His eyes trailed down the slight curve of her back, and then further to where the sheets covered her body, the hills of her buttocks in the bed clear to see, then back up to where her arms were akimbo like a ragdoll dropped from the rafters.

	Fred sighed, simply enjoying the sight of the splayed-out woman, barely believing that any female was sleeping next to him, let alone this one. Maybe he'd wake up and it would all be a dream?

	"Hnn...

	The ache of his asshole told a different story, and he raised the sheets, eyes widening as he realised his ass had leaked Jane's sperm through the night, leaving a large wet patch that he had slept in blissfully.

	'Oh holy fuck.'

	Then followed more smells - the BO of two people crusty with sweat weighed heavily in the air.

	"Oof...

	"HMPNUH?"

	He jerked as a coarse snuffling sound coalesced into a dishevelled-looking Jane, her hair straw-like and half-over her face, an oddly grumpy look giving way to satisfaction as she unpeeled her face from the pillow, blotched red where she had slept on it. Her eyes were covered by strands of straw. She chewed the air, and reached for water on the bedside table, finding none, groaning and clutching her left arm, before suddenly going stiff, and peeling back the unkempt curtains across her face.

	Fred gave a little wave.

	"Hi."

	"GUHh-"

	She coughed, choking on nothing before pasting an overly breezy smile on her face, whipping the hair from bulging eyes.

	"H..hi... !"

	Quickly she half-covered her breasts and face, the side which wasn't already red flushing scarlet.

	"..Sorry... was I snoring? I forget because there's not usually anybody...

	"Uh... a little?"

	"Ah. Sorry.. well I forgot... someone told me before... long ago. Are you sure I wasn't loud?...

	"Uh... well I mean a little... for a rhino."

	She let out a high-pitched titter.

	"OH haha.. sorry... someone told me a long time ago but I stopped using the nose-strips-... sort of forgot... my apologies... no-one to impress reall-"

	Fred crawled forwards and kissed her on the mouth to shut her up, protests fading as he gently settled their bands together, before biting her bottom lip, playfully pulling it. A slight hint of her morning breath was the wonderfully sour cherry on top.

	"... Good morning."

	She smelt like someone who needed a shower.

	He kissed her again, this time putting his tongue into her mouth, and Jane whimpered in surprise as he fell on top of her, her man's feathery weight resting on her chest. Her arms wrapped around him. Time seemed to slow. The aching pain that wormed up through her left elbow was ignored. She sucked his tongue and sighed as it slid from between her dry lips, now wet with saliva.

	"... Mm... Morning."

	"So uh... what's a boy gotta do to get a good breakfast around here?"

	She eyed him, a growing eagerness on her face.

	"Well, I think there's something being cooked up between my legs for good boys like you...

	He smirked and slithered a hand underneath the sheets and grabbed her rising cock. It felt sweaty, juicily thick and meaty between his fingers. Perfect.

	"This?"

	"Hn... Not what I meant but...

	He squeezed.

	"HHHhn... !"

	"... It'll have to do. I guess I'll have to serve myself?"

	"MmmHm," she sighed, enjoying the way he took control. "Correct. I brewed this batch specially...

	He squeezed her cock again as it hardened to it's full length and girth, huge in his hand like a gear stick. It sent a thrill through him as she moaned, shuddering.

	"UuuGHGHhmm... Huh.. maybe I can let you steer... just this once...

	She lay back, resting one arm behind her head.

	"... You'll just be ninety-nine percent my pretty little bitch-boy, and one percent self-respecting male. When I allow it."

	"Yes Mama...

	His fingers tightened and began to chug her hardness as he shuffled under the covers and sensed her hot, smelly junk lurking in the darkness. Already saliva was spilling into his mouth as he brought his lips to it, threatening to touch her stinking helmet. She'd sweated during the night, and it was humid under the sheets. He felt like he was pressing through a tropical jungle, discovering a slimy creature inside that he needed to wrestle with...

	"Love you mama," a sweet voice mewled from beneath the sheets, sounding more like a playful schoolgirl than anything comparable to a man.

	"Oohhh stop teasing and eat your breakfast," she grunted, her voice still groggy.

	Fred's smiling, not-quite-awake head slipped down to slide his lips down her shaft as Jane lied back like she was tanning at the beach, staring up at the ceiling and anticipating the wondrous moment of his lips coming to her helmet, wondering how in the hell she had been so lucky.

	Warm breath approached her waiting shaft.

	"OOOhhhhh shhhittt...

	'Is God real?... if so-'

	A tongue flicked out and snatched a taste of her helmet, making her gasp.

	"HHUHn!"

	Freddie wasted no time in going to work, and Jane rocked, her relaxing morning quickly descending into a whirling vortex of glorious suction as her cock was gripped by slutty lips. Fred vacuumed in his cheeks as he went full whore mode, dropping his head violently down onto her dick and sliding it straight down his throat.

	"HHNuh!"

	Jane gasped, eyelids spasming as a young tongue swirled around her meat, feathering at her piss-slit, checking under the folds of her foreskin, tickling the ridge of her head. A bevy of pleasurable sensations hit deep in her brain, and she found herself clutching the bedsheets as Freddie went above and beyond any intensity usually required from a morning blowjob, savagely debasing his face as he choked on her yardstick, gagging and spluttering whilst coating her manhood in a wave of spit.

	"MMgllg-glgl-gl-gl-!"

	His head began to bob, throat sliding up and down, the darkness of the sheets honing his senses down to the tangy, smelly cock still stinking of last night's jizz. He revelled in it, the overtones so strong that tears began to stream for his eyes as his nose crinkled, moaning and slobbering as he felt his masculinity quiver in the darkest, lost corners of his mind; defeated, useless.

	"Mmmlgh... mllgghh...

	The sheets became a hotbox of unwashed genitalia and sweat. Sounds of squelching, whining and moaning began to flit through the air, some of it muffled under the sheets, Jane thanking every creator and deity that had ever existed, all of which had led her to this moment... being blown by a little twink in the morning, without even having to ask. No extra smells could overpower the BO and sharp musk of two unwashed humans re-acquainting themselves with the same debauchery as the previous night.

	"Mmmglh-mgglh... mgllh-mglh-"

	Jane rippled, muscles clenching as she watched her eager bedsheet bob up and down, the ghost of Christmas present giving her the greatest gift of all as she moaned again, a girlish release of pleasure as the lips changed tactics and snaffled at the spot between her dick and balls.

	"Uhn!"

	Fred felt the cock throb against his face, and then a spurt of warm wetness spurted into his hair.

	"Mmff?"

	He kissed at the vein raised along the side of the shaft, tracing up and down, feeling the trickle of cum down the back of his head and neck. He reached back and ran his hand through it like he was spreading shampoo, bringing the drenched hand to her cock and jerking it, lubing the cock with her own seed.

	Jane felt the fist grip tight to her manhood, grunting as he began to jerk it hard, before another gasp escaped her as the figure sucked one of her balls into his mouth and gargled it.

	"GLUhh-"

	"HUH-"

	Fred sucked the fleshy gobstopper in his mouth, bouncing it around and enjoying the way the hips and thighs he lay on squirmed and wiggled at his command. The musk of ball-sweat was eye-wateringly strong. If anything, it invigorated him like a shot of adrenaline, and he kept his fingers clamped around the shaft as he jerked her weapon, chugging the dick like he was pumping up a football. It was wonderful seeing her thighs and abs clench as he worked, hear her soft sighs and feel them reverberating in his head via the slimy testicle in his mouth. The slim figure worked Jane's crotch like a heavy piece of machinery, using strong jerks of the wrist and a whore-ish vacuuming suction of the lips to pull a ball entirely into his mouth where it filled it like a gag.

	Jane had to see.

	She pulled up the sheets, and was greeted with a smell so overpowering that even she grimaced, throwing the bedding aside to reveal Fred's face puffed up like a hamster in total delirium. His raging hard cocklet bounced between his legs as he crouched like some sort of cum-covered goblin, his head low and in her crotch, half her scrotum bulging his cheeks.

	"Hnnng-"

	Jane's cheek twitched as soft, dewy eyes snapped to hers, and she let out a rather ugly grunt as his fist whipped up and down her dick, flicking an instant pleasure switch that she could not deny.

	"HHNG."

	Ecstasy raced up her dick as it throbbed in Fred's fingers, and then a stream of white spurted up into the air. Jane watched it, near cross-eyed as she temporarily became a fountain, firing a blasphemous volley into the air, gurning to the ceiling.

	Wet lips detached from her testicle with a *POP*, and Fred eagerly popped his head in the way to meet the next volley face-on.

	*SSCHHHLURP*

	"MMMGgglphhhh-"

	His open mouth took a volley of seed so hard it almost slapped his tongue as he scrunched his eyes shut, barely able to enjoy the slimy musk of sperm on his tongue before another load squirted up his nose, or rather exploded over his entire face. His head turned in surprise, and the stream shot over his ear and neck.

	Jane gurned, almost pissing jizz at a ludicrous rate as she grunted again, an ugly, demonic leer twisting her features. Long fingers clung to the bedsheets.

	To anyone on the outside it would have looked the most blasphemous act in the world; a strong, sweaty woman covering a poor, sweet boy in her effluence, but said onlooker would have been even more shocked to see him turn his face back to centre and attempt to scoop up another tidal wave of milk from Mommy's dick.

	"MMPhhhGLGLH-"

	The cum shower hosed Fred's face, to the point his features became mere globby approximations of a human head, a gooey putty version created by a toddler in playschool.

	"MMGLhg-glh-mlghhggg...

	He revelled in it. The pure, submissive love, being basted by a superior being. Warm goo covered every hole in his head. He couldn't see, hear or speak.

	Cum was everywhere.

	He murmured beneath the flowing lava as he squished his own penis against the mattress, shivering whilst shooting a small load against his belly.

	"MMMGllh...

	Jane grunted, model-like features still curled into a look of pained release, face sticky from the previous night and hoarse from the dryness of her throat, though none of it mattered as she hosed down her bitch, jolting with each spurt of man-juice.

	*SPLLuuuurrge*

	Fred kept his face in the way of a cum-fountain for a near minute, his left eye glued shut, mouth wide open to accept the soul-sating effluence, but eventually the shots began to lessen in intensity.

	"Hhnn...

	Fred reached forwards and kissed the tip of her penis. It responded by hitting him in the face with a glob of jizz that sealed his remaining eye shut.

	Jane's legs softened as the stream began to fade... and finally fell slack.

	A tongue reached out to slather the cum facemask into a hungry, slutty mouth.

	'He's perfect... '

	Jane slumped back on the pillows, chin to her chest which gave her a slight double chin as she stared at the cum- monster currently kneeling between her legs, looking like a hybrid of human and glazed donut. The thing began to scoop jizz slowly into it's mouth bit-by-bit, revealing a slim, lubricated human face.

	"Mmph..GLm.."

	Jane reckoned that lying in the afterglow of a blowjob, watching Freddie eat her cum off his face might be the best start to a day ever.

	"I hope you enjoyed your breakfast... she sighed, contented.

	The figure tried to speak, but had to lick more cum down to clear their mouth.

	"Mmgl."

	It nodded.

	"Myheah.."

	"Good...

	Jane could suddenly feel how dry her throat was.

	"Mmmuh... shit, we probably should have waited a few hours...

	Fred opened his mouth to say something, but Jane could only stare at the dribble of jizz hanging from his chin like a dog's spittle, wobbling as he spoke.

	"Mmyeah.. mmmhggabbe...

	He scooped some cum from his eyes and forehead as if enjoying the final morsels of a wonderful dessert, shovelling the testicle-juice into his mouth as he spoke.

	"Mmsorrry.. Uh, I meant yeah... yeah maybe... mmmng...

	It took a few minutes for him to finally finish eating the cum from his face, before feeling his hair. Lucidity crept in like a cold breeze invading uncomfortable crevasses, awkwardly eying the goop on his fingers, and touching his stomach where an unhealthy portion of Jane's semen sloshed.

	"Ah.. I-I should.. probably shower."

	"Yeah, maybe," she smirked, "but first.."

	She opened her arms wide. Fred could barely contain himself, flinging his small, wet body into her arms. To Jane, it was like catching a slimy fish. She didn't care a jot.

	They hugged tight.

	"... Mmphhgove mmou," he murmured into the centre of her tits.

	"Love you too," she whispered back, kissing his hair, which was more like kissing the surface of a swamp, emerging with cream on her nose, cheeks and mouth.

	"S-sorry," he murmured, upon seeing her wiping her face on the sheets.

	"Don't be."

	The tightness in her muscles faded quickly, replaced by a feeling of tenderness as she squeezed Fred a little tighter.

	"You know... I am pretty hungry though."

	"Urm... well I kinda ate already...

	A tiny, embarrassed laugh from his lips was like an aphrodisiac that swept through her body, reinvigorating her.

	"You're welcome, bitch."

	"Ha.. thanks Mama."

	She felt his arms squeeze her side, cute little dicklet hardening against her thigh, and sighed.

	"Oh honestly."

	"Hmm?"

	"Well, now you've made me hard again."

	"Wait... made what hard?"

	Small fingers wrapped around her drenched, filthy member.

	"... This?...

	"We... we can't again... Jane muttered as Zack began to crawl up her body, despite already scooting down slightly so he could more easily get on top of her. "We should... probably take a break...

	"Shhh."

	She watched, helpless as he guided his ass to her dick.

	"Oh... you're just insatiable," she huffed, before a zombified look came across her face as she felt a (less) tight hole press down onto her womanhood.

	In the living room, unnoticed, Fred's phone vibrated.

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	Dean took an easy practice swing, eyeing up the ball, before releasing.

	The golf-club whipped down at the ball, connecting with a sharp *SMACK* and sending the ball sailing off into the distance... Dean watched with growing despair as it sailed smoothly away from the emerald-green fairway off to the left... and landed smack bang in the middle of the water running parallel with it. A tiny ripple was the only sign of the ball's meagre existence.

	"I can't see... sounded strong!" Kenny said, squinting in the sunlight, rubbing his wrinkled eyes, "fairway? Gosh I should have brought my glasses...

	"... Yup... ah... Straight and centre!" Dean crowed, thumbing the spare ball in his back pocket. He always kept a few handy to drop in the right places.

	"Well hot dayum, you did say your touch was on today," Kenny said genially, trundling to the tee, his knobbed knees and spindly torso with white polo draped over it looking frail enough to shatter into pieces the moment a golf swing was attempted. The club chairman had the air of someone who had forgotten to retire a decade ago, taking an age to set his tee into the ground and place the ball on it. Dean waited impatiently, foot tapping on the ground.

	"I'm sure not as good as yours will be," Dean said, trying to sound idle.

	"Right then...

	"You know... things are going fantastically with the softball team. Getting a real upturn."

	"Oh really? That's good... maybe we'll be able to win the tournament this year... that would be nice... when is it again?"

	"The Forest Cup? Next we... Month. Next month."

	"Good... Good...

	Kenny's crinkled, thin face went vacant as he set himself into position, although his face often looked vacant regardless of whether he was concentrating or not.

	"Would be nice to win it."

	"Absolutely."

	"... When is it again?"

	Dean's smile tightened.

	"Next month."

	Dean fidgeted as Kenny checked his stance again, then again to be certain.

	"Although I will say... can't imagine we'd have gotten far under previous management... no offense of course, some people are just good at hiding their weaknesses... until it comes down to brass tax."

	Kenny re-set his feet, adjusting.

	"Hmm... brass tax?"

	Dean had to work hard to control his smile and stop it curving down sharply at the edges.

	"Ah yes... Coach Matherson. She's fallen off, I'm afraid."

	"Oh is that so? I hadn't realised... Do you think she ah... Matherson... was not doing an adequate job?"

	Dean snorted.

	"Adequate? I'd say based on her capabilities, she'd struggle to play in the team, let alone coach it... I didn't see a lot of softball out there, and I know what I'm talking about."

	Kenny let a gentle practice swing go.

	"Ah... Well her CV is fairly comprehensive... if anything she seemed overqualified."

	He chuckled to himself, whilst Dean's teeth ground against each other silently in the background.

	"I'm... sure when you hired her she seemed quite competent, but I believe she got very much distracted... once again, no offence."

	Another practice swing.

	"That's odd... I always liked her...

	Dean fidgeted with the head of his club as he watched on.

	"Indeed... I mean perhaps we all did I for a time but... with the accident, and other distractions, I'm fairly certain she's no longer physically or mentally up to the task. We're damn lucky I took over when I did."

	*Ping*

	The ball flew gently across the lawn, bouncing a few times, before nestling a hundred yards away in the centre of the fairway, safe, but not troubling anyone with a serious swing.

	Kenny looked up and squinted.

	"I think that one felt good...

	"Fantastic shot! A real Tiger in the making... Dean crowed.

	"Oh now... I wouldn't say that," Kenny admonished, but the pleasant smile on his face suggested he wasn't offended by the remark.

	They walked to the golf-kart parked nearby. The tension in Dean's muscles increase step by step, before he took a deep breath, attempting to make his voice as idle and relaxed as possible.

	"So I was thinking... maybe in light of all we've discussed here, you might consider making me coach... for a longer period?"

	"Hmm? A longer period?"

	"Ah yes."

	"How long?"

	"... Permanently."

	Kenny paused.

	"Permanently?"

	Dean gave a false laugh.

	"Well, it just makes sense, you know... now might be a good opportunity whilst the team is on an upturn to make a change. After all there's no guarantee with her injury she'll be up to scratch if she returns...

	"Hmm... d'you think? Does she not want to come back?"

	"Well we don't know how she feels about it but.."

	"Well, perhaps we should wait until we know for sure."

	Dean made a show of shaking his head despairingly, so even Kenny with his woeful eyesight picked up on it.

	"Kenny... I really hate to say it but... I've just overseen two of the worst losses on a softball pitch... all because of how they've been trained over the past three years. They were broken, and I've only just started piecing them back together."

	As they slid inside the kart, Kenny's lips thinned.

	"Apologies but... You said Matherson was distracted?... she seemed very... steely, from what I remember...

	Dean chuckled, starting the ignition.

	"Well ah... I think she got distracted by a who, not a what, if you get me...

	"A who?"

	"A... partner... of a sexual nature."

	Kenny's eyebrows rose.

	"Blimey. Lucky chap," Kenny nodded. "So, she got distracted... ?"

	Dean nodded. He sensed a breakthrough was close, and thanked the grace of God that Kenny's secretary wasn't lurking to poison the waters. She always tried to turn Kenny's ear against him, and it irked Dean to no end.

	"He was a team member... Freddie.. you wouldn't know him... and they had a bit of fun in the ah... equipment storage area."

	At this Kenny's eyebrows furrowed as they pulled away, and he shook his head, not observing the gorgeous sunlit greenery breezing by.

	"Goodness! Surprising to me... I thought she seemed very professional."

	The kart took them down to the fairway, upon which, after another long build-up, Kenny managed to ping his shot another serene one-hundred yards, dead-centre.

	"Perfect! I think I'm in trouble!" Dean crowed.

	"Well, I'm feeling quite energised today," Kenny smiled. "Ah, whereabouts is yours?"

	"Ah... further up... I think it's just over that ridge. So about the coaching position...

	"Oh I'm sure we can work something out," Kenny said amicably.

	"Kenny... Mr Benson...

	Dean injected a note of sympathy into his voice as he paused their walk back to the kart, the pristine grass soft under their feet. He knew he had to press the advantage now.

	"... don't you think those people who paid for their memberships deserve the best?"

	"Well... we do hope to have a healthy number of paying members.."

	"... and do you think that Jane Matherson seems like the right fit for those people to develop and grow, both as people and as players? I mean who knows what she's doing in the clubhouse, with club property! She only got caught once, which means it's probably happened multiple times before and after."

	"Hmm...

	"Think about it."

	"... um...

	Dean placed a hand on Kenny's spindly shoulder.

	"They need me, Kenny."

	Kenny sighed.

	"... Well, it's a real shame about Matherson but... I suppose it's for the best...

	"So... I'll be the coach... permanently?"

	Kenny fidgeted with his club between his fingers.

	"Yes, yes, well... let me get Trish to sort out a contract and I'll ah... I'll talk to...

	"Don't worry about telling Jane!" Dean interrupted quickly.

	"Oh?"

	"It's alright... we've got a special rapport, her and I... I'll break the news. She'll understand."

	Kenny seemed to relax, his shoulders untensing.

	"Well... well that's awfully decent of you."

	Dean's eyes became beady as he smiled.

	"Anything for the team."

--------

	Freddie settled on top of Jane's thighs, straddling her.

	In the midday light streaming through the curtains, she looked like a blond bombshell had been sent through a tumble dryer and dumped in her own bed, looking completely at odds with the white minimalism of the bedroom, the pair of sweaty figures marooned in a king-sized island of messy sheets bordered by the thick, black bedframe.

	"Breakfast can wait," Freddie breathed.

	"Yuh," Jane murmured, lost in whatever her boy was going to do.

	He reached back to grab the wet, growing monster, pushing his ass back onto it. As the rock-hard cock pressed against his hole, he shivered and reminded himself of her pleasured expression last night, grimacing as the pain returned of a dick breaching his ass for the first time that day.

	'This is for you, Jane... '

	Looking down, he could see the greedy excitement growing in bleary eyes, the lipstick from last night smudged everywhere except her lips, feel her hands coming to his thighs to guide him.

	Endless inches slid by, and only the softest whimper of pain left his lips as he sank down to come to a seat on her.

	"Hhnn...

	It was invasive like nothing else, and he took a moment just to breathe.

	*Throb*

	"Aihh-!"

	Her jaw tightened as she watched Fred straighten every time she flexed her dick in his ass, as if puppeteered by the alien creature inside him.

	*Throb*

	"AIIH-!"

	He could already feel the zips of stimulation firing up his torso from the pulsing hardness deep inside him, the energy building, his body adapting more easily to getting fucked by a huge cock. Feeling that fear bubble up from his gut for what was going to happen to his insides, he gently quelled it with some slow breathing. After a few seconds, Freddie began a slow trot, bouncing an inch up and down on Jane's hardness.

	His ass patted against her thighs serenely, but inside his anal walls were being caved in by the humungous pillar seat.

	"UUHn."

	Instantly his chest began to expand, the thumps in his breast increasing as he felt her own heartbeat jump in tempo within him, his eyes widening as she began to work her hips up into him at the same time as he came down.

	"Jane...

	He could see her control failing, fingernails tightening to his legs, her feet setting on the bed so she could angle up harder and faster.

	"J-jane... !"

	She paused, teeth clenched... and slowed.

	"S... sorry...

	"Thanks... Mama," he murmured, tears almost coming to his eyes as the pain and pleasure swirled in his abdomen, "l-love you...

	"Love you too," she grunted, using all her willpower to keep her animalistic lust in check. It was one of the hardest things she had ever done, pulling back the hard muscles designed purely to pound bitch-meat, ignoring the roaring hunger swirling in her body. Anything for her man.

	"Th-that's it," she murmured, an ugly snarl on her face revealing the struggle within.

	He leaned forwards and kissed her on the cheek, and Jane whimpered as she was edged towards an orgasm deeper and more painful than any she had experienced, kept on the edge of bliss by Freddie's soft control.

	His asshole squeezed her, sending gentle pulses of pleasure through her dick.

	Seconds ticked into minutes.

	Droplets of sweat ran down the back of Jane's head and neck as Freddie rocked gently.

	"Hnnnhn...

	Jane clawed the bed as Freddie let his head lull backwards and moaned to the ceiling, a soft cry of happiness as he twerked his hips like a rodeo cowgirl to find the exact spot for Jane's dick to itch, pumping up and down, dots of saliva collecting at the corners of his mouth.

	Jane began to long for a release from the torment as she watched his floppy dick become hard, bouncing off his belly, a dot of dew bursting free of his dicklet and running down the side of his rigid shaft.

	'Just... fucking ride it... '

	Long minutes of edging passed, Jane almost crying from the constant near misses, the quick bounces inevitably followed by slowing down. Fred eyed her with love and eagerness, keeping her there in that special, awful place that feels so good yet so close to bliss that it hurts.

	"Mmf.. ffuuck... fuck...

	She watched with her temple pulsing as he gently moaned, and another bubble of boy-juice bubble from his tiny dick-slit, weeping translucent trails down his manhood and onto his balls.

	The atmosphere of the room began to thicken with heavy BO until it was more akin to a men's locker room after a football game than a bedroom, filled with the musk of unwashed, sweaty junk and the less common scent of puddles of semen growing crusty in the mattress.

	Neither occupant cared, too busy enslaved to the other in their slow rise to heaven, Jane's nails digging so deep into the mattress that she had already punctured through the bedsheet as Fred bit his lip and let his eyes roll up.

	Jane's eyes bulged, watching spellbound as Fred's cock jumped like a dog on command, flinging cum droplets in the air like a woman squirting, the boy's hips rotating like a farmer's daughter riding a rodeo bull.

	"UUUUHn-"

	Jane was almost crying, her eyes bulging. She was so close, so close-

	"Yyy.. YYY...

	So... close...

	Freddie finally gave in, knowing they both needed the nastier place, and began to slam his ass down on her dick like he was trying to use her dick as a prostate pneumatic drill.

	Two figures jerked in unison.

	Fred screamed just as she did, and felt the planet's core fire lava up into his ass from her raging penis, which throbbed, filling his entire anal tract from one end to the other.

	For a brief moment, he became a sock-puppet piloted by Jane Matherson.

	"HHHYUUH-"

	"OOhmmyGOOUHHHnNNN-"

	The two figures lost their minds, embroiled, barely recognising themselves as individual creatures, rather one pulsating, exploding organism, waves of energy moving through them as they expunged their pleasure, Jane into Fred, and Fred into the air, showering them both in strings of his jizz.

	Fred squealed like a girl as pleasure rolled like a tsunami through his body, and launched a long string of white which formed a line from the wall down onto Jane's face and belly. Another line came. And another.

	"UUghm.. UGUGHH-"

	"YYHH-"

	Tears rolled down Jane's eyes as her heart and her lust both sent surges of chemicals up to her brain that overloaded it, left roaring like a lion as she allowed herself to be worked to a state of delusion by her young buck.

	"SSSHHHIITT-"

	Her balls were tightening and squelching so hard it hurt, yet the sheer bliss radiating up her shaft as his butthole gripped it like a vice was unmatched. If Freddie had been able to see, he would have seen Jane looking like she was experiencing her own anal orgasm.

	Jane continued to rock in ludicrous ecstasy as line after line painted her, not quite believing that Freddie could contain this much cum in his balls at all despite knowing that her own possessed easily three times as much. It seemed to take forever, yet not long enough, but finally the figures slumped, and a wet fart escaped Fred's ass to signal the final, dramatic end to the affair, a slop of white cream dolloping from his ass around the sides of Jane's swollen appendage, dripping down her hips.

	The two figures slumped, Freddie still anchored by her cock so he could only fall forwards, face falling into the crook of her neck. A firm hand pulled him deep in, breathing in the smell of an un-showered woman, the bodily odours mixed in with the scent of jizz in the air.

	Bliss.

--------

	Terry listened to the dial-tone repeat for the tenth time before cutting the call.

	She lay back in her bed, surrounded by superhero posters, mostly the muscular ones with 'Colossus' front and centre, alongside one slightly smaller poster of she-hulk. Usually they brought her comfort (and a little ammunition when she needed some stress relief), but today they stared down unheeded as she stared at her phone, flicking through Instagram, then deciding not to, then flicking through some videos.

	Her brow creased.

	None of the videos were making her laugh, or holding her attention.

	Finally she sighed and threw her phone aside, glancing over at her games console which lay by the old TV.

	Maybe games?

	If only Fred were there to play with her... or maybe her sister?

	She groused. Definitely not.

	As she grumbled, her eyes caught colossus. Maybe she did need some stress relief?

	She began to rub a hand across her chest. Quickly she found a soft nipple hiding underneath the checked shirt and began to play with it.

	Colossus stared down at her, unmoving. Bulging metallic muscles coiled in a perfect pose to accentuate their size.

	A snatched breath filled her lungs.

	The nipple became firmer between her fingertips as a moan squeezed from her lips, the heat building between her legs. As she began to squirm, Kevin's tight, neutral expression flashed in her head.

	"GUUUH!"

	She pulled her other hand from where it had been sliding, directly between her legs, and sat up, profoundly unsatisfied.

	A part of her that might have closed up completely had she been a young teen softened in her head, but didn't shrivel completely as she sniffled, rubbing an itchy eye.

	"Terry, you are not freakin' crying over this."

	Terry shoved her hands in her jean pockets and shimmied out of the window. She fancied a walk today, and didn't want to talk to her parents on the way out. It might help to clear her head...

	As she was halfway out, she glanced at the softball glove on the door, and her uniform in a pile on the floor.

	Her nostrils flared.

	She eyed her phone on the desk, texts and calls unanswered.

	The girl's jawline tightened menacingly.

	"Screw it."

	Her momma didn't raise no quitter.

--------

	Two dishevelled figures sat on the sofa, staring at a blank screen. Fred's eyes blinked slowly, lidded, sprawled out naked, his legs wide so his ass could leak jizz slowly over the side of the sofa. Jane rubbed her arm which was aching, then her balls which were equally throbbing from over-usage, her flaccid cock dangling over the edge of the sofa, still shiny from a lubricant comprised of spit and semen. Both figures were naked barring Jane who wore a simple white vest barely covering her breasts.

	They sat apart, for fear that somehow their bodies might simply slip into or onto one another and drain the last of their life force fucking each other to death.

	"So... what did you want for breakf... lunch?" Jane murmured, muscles aching as she leant forwards, making a token effort to look lively.

	A huge belch escaped Fred's stomach.

	"BLLLERGGHHh... u-uh... nothing... he rasped, clutching his stomach as an ocean of semen sloshed and churned inside it.

	"Right... okay...

	She got up and limped towards the kitchen.

	"M-maybe... water?" he called out.

	"Sure."

	Jane gingerly began to pour a glass, before mixing some porridge into a bowl for herself. Plates clinked, liquid sloshed, and she returned five minutes later with water and a warm bowl of porridge for herself, her flaccid cock patting each leg as she walked.

	Fred couldn't help staring. It was quite the impressive sight.

	"Is it... annoying walking with that... ?"

	She glanced at his eyeline and the corners of her mouth crept upwards.

	"Well it's more keeping my balls clear... gets a little saggy with age," she said sagely.

	"Ah... right."

	Fred watched with greedy eyes, and had to snap away, because his body was not ready to go for round eleven... or twelve? He wasn't sure how many times they'd had sex in the last few days... All he knew was that they would probably need to slow down or he might actually get railed to death.

	'Life sure is crazy... '

	He looked down at the odious sight of his legs wide, anus leaking. It felt so tender after the recent action that he reckoned he might need to take a few days off from sex... Getting pounded by a steel-hard erection for hours on end was wearing on the body, despite the joy it brought to his soul.

	For a few minutes, the only sounds were a spoon clinking against a bowl as Jane quietly ate her breakfast, and Fred sipping water to sooth his battered throat, raw from all the deep-throating and squealing.

	"So... what have you got on today?" Jane asked eventually, setting her spoon down.

	"Uh... not much...

	"Fred... if I may ask, what do you usually do with your time?"

	Nervous muscles twitched.

	"Well uh... I'm just figuring things out right now... searching for jobs... chores...

	A single eyebrow rose. The piercing stare that he knew well from her coaching sessions froze him in place.

	"Really?"

	"Uh yeah.."

	"Hm... If I had to take an educated guess, I'd say you spend the majority of your time masturbating, gaming or hanging out with Terry, right?"

	A flush came to his cheeks.

	"Well, not all the time... sometimes I do productive stuff... or go to the comic store... hang out with.. other friends...

	Jane had a moment of self-pity, sighing.

	"Other friends?"

	"Well.. yeah... I mean mostly online.. roommates sometimes...

	"God, I really did pick a dork, didn't I?"

	Fred gave a tired smile.

	"Hey, but you still picked me."

	"Indeed... although you were the one getting erections around me first if I remember correctly," she murmured, trailing fingers across his shoulder, before wincing and withdrawing them as her balls ached again.

	"Uhn...

	"Well you're welcome to pick another guy... I bet Dean would be happy to oblige."

	"Oh, such a shame he's married," she responded dryly.

	"And he's an ugly gremlin."

	A laugh blurted from her mouth, and her cheeks blushed red as she reigned in her mirth.

	"HA-!... no, no that's unprofessional, I shouldn't be laughing."

	"C'mon, it's not like he doesn't deserve it," Fred grinned, reaching out a hand which almost touched her leg, too worn out to go the whole way.

	"I'm.. not saying I agree with you, but-"

	"Stop pretending!"

	"I'm not pretending-"

	"Come OOnnnn be honest."

	"It would be unprofessional."

	"You know you're not the coach right?"

	Her mouth hardened to a thin line.

	"No, I still plan to be a part of the coaching team, and it is unprofessional to discuss these things."

	"Oh who cares, just be HONEST!" Fred crowed, almost falling sideways trying to nudge her.

	Jane looked a little tender, before giving a resigned sigh.

	"Well, from a professional standpoint, he is a member of the team, and has assisted in caretaking it in my absence but... well, in my unprofessional opinion...

	Her nostrils flared.

	"... Dean is an A-tier asshole."

	"HA I knew it!"

	"Shut up."

	"An A-tier asshole gremlin."

	A thin smile.

	Fred smirked.

	"So, in the asshole tier, where am I?"

	"You're not on the list... yet."

	"Wait, so who else is on the list?"

	"Oh, no. We are absolutely not doing this."

	"Kevin is a goody-two-shoes... Mo says dumb stuff... D-tier asshole?...

	"Freddie, I'm NOT putting team members into an asshole tier list."

	"Awww come on...

	"No," she said firmly, and he fell silent.

	A few seconds of air conditioning and soft breathing.

	"Good bitch," she murmured, a few humorous creases emerging on both their faces.

	Fred felt a woozy warmness in the depths of his soul, his balls and cock too tired and drained to respond.

	"Thanks Mama."

	Another pause.

	"Want to watch some NBA?"

	He smiled.

	"Sure...

	"Just checking, but you're a Mega-suns fan right?"

	"The steamers," he said apologetically, watching as she paused with controller in hand, expression so disappointed it almost looked real.

	"Get out of my flat."

	"I'm naked."

	"I don't care... The neighbours are gonna see my man in a Mega-suns jersey this year or I'm going to show the world what I did to your asshole."

	Fred opened and closed his mouth before mumbling.

	"... Your man?"

	Jane rolled her eyes unable to stop the smile that lurked underneath her stern expression from briefly showing itself.

	"Well, yeah."

	His smile in response was cherubic.

	"Cool... but you better be happy with me wearing my steamers early nineties shirt."

	Stern lines on her face mingled with a playful glint in her eye.

	"Absolutely not. If I have to tie you up in a straight jacket with a Mega-suns logo I will, or the neighbours see what your asshole looks like on a bad day."

	"Getting my ass railed is nowhere near as embarrassing as being a Mega-suns fan."

	"Ha!... You're lucky you're cute."

	He looked her up and down.

	"Yeah.. I am lucky."

	This time the blush came to her cheeks along with a straightening of the spine, heightening her as if she had been inflated by some sort of internal power. She grabbed the remote and clicked a button.

	Immediately the sports channel commentary and crowd noise filled the room, along with the squeaks of basketball shoes as huge men flew down the court, looking ordinary until the eye could compare with the tiny figures in front row seats, and the referees with black and white striped shirts and angry, beady eyes.

	"Aw, damn. This is gonna be a whitewash. Any other games on?"

	"Well feel free to pay for the full package so you can watch all of the games at your leisure."

	This shut him up, and Jane settled down on the sofa, legs wide, the biggest dick in the room, sitting next to the widest anus in the room.

	For a few minutes, they watched the back-and-forth, Fred wincing as he adjusted his incredibly sore cream-pied hole so it could continue to leak idly over the edge.

	*And Denton from DOWNTOWN... *

	"Aahhem."

	Fred glanced over at Jane. She cleared her throat again.

	"Aahem."

	She gestured to herself, giving him an expression that suggested he was being a complete moron. He realised immediately that he was a moron, and crawled across the sofa to her, squeezing up against her side, his head on her boob.

	A few minutes of sneaker squeaking, commentary shouts and muted crowd noises passed by. The warmth of Jane's breast against Fred's face was heavenly. His finger made to tickle up to the other breast, and then feathered away again.

	"You know you can squeeze my boobs right?"

	He gave an apologetic smile.

	"I know."

	"So squeeze it... ?"

	"Um... if I do, we might have sex again... and I think my butthole might not work after that."

	She sighed.

	"Ah, good point. We do need a rest...

	Her balls ached, and she grimaced.

	"... hnnn."

	They fell silent, both enjoying the warmth of each other, her arm falling around his shoulders, keeping him tight and close.

	*And that's Kofik with a MONSTER dunk over Tressler!... *

	"... Jane?"

	"Yeah."

	"How are.. do you think people are gonna look at us weirdly?"

	"Hmm... weirdly?"

	"Well, let's say we're just in the park or something... and someone from softball sees us... Are we... gonna look...

	"Like a boy and his hot Mom playing catch in the back garden?"

	"Ah... yeah."

	Jane sniffed, her cheeks tightening.

	"Yup. And you'd better get used to it, too."

	Some of the fire flowed back into her gaze, and Fred felt that familiar sliver of fear creep up his spine from when he had known her as the all-conquering 'coach'.

	"Yes Mama," he murmured.

	The sharpness melted.

	"Besides, if I'm gonna be your girlfriend, I expect to meet your friends... and parents."

	"ho.. well yeah... yeah of course...

	"And you're going to get a job."

	"HUhhh!?"

	She snorted, kissing the top of his head before tickling a finger up and down the edge of his chin.

	"Don't sound so surprised. That's non-negotiable. You're not freeloading in my place."

	"Uughhh... he sighed.

	She put a finger under his chin and tickled it.

	"We'll work on it together okay?"

	The scowl threatening to cross his face disappeared.

	"Okay."

	As they lounged together, Jane almost began to drift off with her Freddie safe in her arms until the quiet atmosphere was punctured by the sharp ring of a telephone.

	*BBRRRRIINGGG*

	They both jerked. After a second of processing, Jane grudgingly slid from the comforting embrace.

	*BBBBRRRRRINGGG*

	She caught it before it could ring three times, checking the number as Fred blearily muted the tv.

	A number she didn't recognise.

	The moment she put the phone to her ear, Terry's enthusiastic voice came through loud and clear.

	"HEY Coach!"

	"Ah... Terry?... how are y-"

	"Is Freddie with you?"

	This caught her cold, but before she could speak Terry was jabbering again.

	"When are you coming back coach?"

	"Ah...

	She glanced over at Freddie's anus still dripping semen over the carpet.

	"Well.. I've been b-"

	"Dean is a complete ASSHAT."

	"-usy... Well Terry, I understand that appointing him coach-"

	"Has he been too busy getting porked to answer my calls?"

	Jane's eyes widened.

	"Ex... cuse me?"

	"... Okay sorry Coach, I didn't mean that, sorrysorrysorry... But, ya know, he kinda likes you, told me about the ole' swinger downstairs... I promise I won't spill the beans, I'm just worried about him, ya know?...

	Jane stared in horror at nothing, seeing her life go up in smoke again.

	"What...

	"... LOOK, if Freddie is there, I promise I won't tell anyone else, but PLEASE can you just tell him to answer his calls and texts!"

	Jane scrunched her eyes shut, pressing her forehead against the wall.

	"Right."

	"Great. Cool. Thanks. Um... when will you be back Coach?"

	Jane tried to assemble her thoughts into some sort of order.

	"... Back?"

	"Yeah, when will you coming back?"

	"Oh... I'm not sure.."

	"This week?"

	"Look, I.. I haven't spoken to the chairman, but let's see-"

	Terry's voice was so loud that even Freddie jerked back.

	"MORE THAN A WEEK?!?! ARE YOU CRAZY?!?!? DEAN IS AWFUL! Sorrysorrysorry for shouting BUT HE'S A TOTAL FUCKING A-HOLE! He's like AWFUL!"

	Jane's jaw bounced as she tried to think of something to say, but her brain wouldn't straighten out as Terry gave a fervent order.

	"Come tomorrow. Please. Like just come and see?"

	Jane subconsciously began to pace, wishing she hadn't picked up the phone.

	"I don't think that's a good id-"

	"PLEASE COME. TOMORROW... sorry. Please Coach?"

	Jane swallowed. Terry knew about her and Fred... and unless the terminology was a coincidence, she also knew exactly what physical extras she was carrying. A nervous hand cupped her penis, as if protecting it from invisible watchers.

	"... Tomorrow?"

	"Yeah."

	Jane sighed, un-cupping herself and running the hand through unkempt hair.

	"If I do come... and I'm not saying I am... I'm NOT coaching, alright?"

	"Fine. Great! No biggy, just come and watch, yeah?"

	"Right. Well... Terry, I need to go-"

	"No worries Coach! Thanks and sorrysorrysorry again...

	"It's fine.."

	"No REALLY I'm soooooo sorry, honestly I won't call again unless it's really important-"

	"Bye."

	She hung up before Terry could apologise another twenty times, and placed her forehead against the wall again, taking a few not-so-calming breaths before turning to the naked idiot lying on her couch.

	"You told... Terry?"

	Fred's eyebrows shot up.

	"Ah!... yeah, I told Terry about us, but... she's my best friend...

	Her face hardened.

	"You told her I have a dick?"

	"Uh... yeah... well... well she kinda figured it out...

	"Hmm."

	Something pulsed unpleasantly in her temple as her jaw tightened.

	"Did you tell anyone else other than her?"

	"Um... Terry wouldn't tell anyone...

	"Fred. I'm not asking about her. Did you tell anyone else?"

	"NO.. no, no I didn't...

	Fred watched as she rolled her tongue in her mouth, squirming on the sofa which made him incredibly conscious of his open, gaping butthole.

	"Right... in the future, you tell no-one about this. Understand?"

	"O-of course... Sure...

	The tension in Jane's body softened slightly.

	"And... I guess I should go to softball tomorrow."

	Fred's face slackened.

	"Oh... how long will you be?"

	She raised an eyebrow.

	"You're not coming?"

	Fred fell silent, staring at the blank, empty screen in front of him.

	"Well?"

	He shrugged his shoulders.

	"I dunno...

	Jane's jaw tightened, and she walked over, planting her feet wide in front of him.

	"I do."

	His eyes trailed up and down her magnificent body, stunning even with the loose vest, her dick floppy between her powerful legs, tits filling the loose vest beautifully, her thick lips pursed together.

	"If I'm going to softball tomorrow, my bitch is coming with me."

	A glimmer of a smile came to Fred's face.

	"Yes Mama."

	She nodded.

	"We can pick up your gear on the way."

	"Huh? I thought we were just watching!"

	"I'm watching... you're playing. I'm injured, and you've spent too much time lying around indoors on your back anyway."

	He groaned up to the ceiling.

	"Godddd... I thought you being 'Mama' was just dirty talk...

	She smirked, and ruffled his hair.

	"If you wanna keep sucking on my tits, that means I'm your Mama... and that means, you listen to me, we get your gear, and you train. No laziness."

	Fred tried to sidle up to her and lay his head on her chest, nuzzling her nipple.

	"Maybe we can stay in... ?"

	She gave him a glare that almost stripped the skin from his bones.

	"I will not live with an idle slut."

	He jerked back, mewling.

	"Right."

	Jane growled.

	"Did I say stop sucking on my tits?"

	He shook his head, smile broadening back across his face as he dived back onto her nipple.

	"Sorry Mama!... MMhh...

	She smirked as she watched him fearfully suck her nipple through the vest, enjoying his lips trying to find purchase through the material.

	"Remember Freddie, when I call you my bitch... It isn't just dirty talk."

	"Mphh.."

	He sucked harder.

	As she pulled up her vest, the feeling of warm wetness engulfing her nipple and vacuuming hard made her grunt.

	"That's right bitch... suck it...

	He clamped tight to her nipple, squeezing her glorious, soft breasts with greedy fingers.

	"Mmmhp!"

	"... little slut...

	He nodded pathetically whilst wrapping himself tight to her front.

	"Good boy... love you... MMmm don't stop sucking...