Sporting Pleasure

I was becoming famous through my cricketing skills. I had been focused and very astute in gauging the shots. The selectors for the trophy match picked me up with four other players. It was a dream come true for me to travel to the iconic place where the Indian cricketing sensation had started his career. The travel from Pune to Mumbai was not far. The entire cricketing team, all of us five players from the Pune Koregoan Gymkhana were paired with seven other players from the Pune Hinjewadi Gymkhana to play against the Mumbai Gymkhana players in the open maidan. Irony of this is that we were all playing U19 (under nineteen) and were selected because we were all 18+. We all on the team were on our last leg merely 3 to 6 months away from losing our last chance to play under this category to make the progress to the next level. Our parents had invested, or for the ones who understood, had vested interest in all of us. Few of the parents wanted to be present along with their young men to see with their own eyes, the last match and hoping to cheer them into mesmerizing and memorable performance on this epic last match under this category.

The first day was quite exciting. The opposition team put up a big score at a fall of just two wickets. The odds were against us. When our side started, we lost two wickets in the first over. It was quite a tense moment for us and our parents who were praying for their offspring to perform so that the team can win. My parents had a lot of hope that I would be able to perform, and they were not wrong even though they were not present to see me perform. When I went out, two down, I gave a hard time to the bowlers. Fielders had no work because I was placing shots which cleanly reached boundaries. Some reached with two bounces whereas few went directly off boundary without a bounce. Soon, I caught up on the score and we won the match with at least three overs to spare. I was awarded the man of the match award in the evening.

In the after party at the hotel nearby, I had been sober because I was not going to allow the victory to build me an ego. The other players from my team had a good time with their spirits high and their minds higher with the spirits they piled on. One of the players from my gymkhana had to be rushed to the toilet. Not that he could not hold onto his piss, but he was not able to hold his drinks. I helped him reduce the amount of alcohol from his system. Well, he did most of the vomiting. I was just there to support him. When he took a break, I could see that he had nearly lost his senses. He was intoxicated and could not walk. I think his body would have sent the signal and he ignored. While the body helped throw out most of what he drank later but what his body had processed had resulted in stupor.

I asked him which room number he was put up in. He mumbled, "502."

I said, "Ok buddy. I am going to take you to your room and drop you. Are your parents with you?"

He said, "Yes, but don't tell them about my state."

I would not have to. Considering the way, he was walking even with my support, there was nothing to be said. I took the lift to the fifth floor and knocked on the room "502". A woman opened the door, and she was shocked to see me holding onto nearly unconscious friend. I too was surprised because she looked way too high class. She was in her silky nightgown which was bright red, and I could see that she had not changed her posture to hide anything. She said,

"You are Mayur! The man of the match. I was very impressed by your performance."

I was delighted to hear my praise. While I had no ego about my performance, but surely, if anyone praised me for my act, I used to feel flattered. I indicated to my new friend and said,

"Mam, your son seems to have passed out. Don't be hard on him."

She looked at him and said,

"Please don't get him in the room. His room is "205", I guess. Can you drop him there and come to my room?"

Well, I was confused as to what was being requested. I asked, "Mam, you are saying I should not get your son to your room, and you are guessing his room is 205?"

She looked seductively and said, "I don't want anyone to see him in this state. I am expecting my family member to meet me tonight, and I would not want this loser to be seen in this state. I am guessing his room because he is not staying in this room."

I had no way to confirm the room number with the passed-out friend. I called up the coach and asked,

"Sir, what is the room number for the guy whom I am helping? He has passed out and the room number he mentioned was for his parents and they don't seem to know his room number."

My coach replied,

"All players have been given rooms on the second floor. So, his room number will be 205. I don't know the room number for his parents. I am supposed to take care of you players and not your parents. Please don't disturb any of the parents."

I nodded on the phone while still holding onto my friend. I profusely apologized to the woman and said, "I am sorry, I should have called the coach. But aren't you worried for your son?"

The woman replied, "I am Mrs. Priya Achinta. I am not the mother of the person you are calling your friend."

I realized that this confusion was clearly of the room number transposition because of the stupor. Then another thing hit me. She was Priya Achinta, the famous TV compere who was famous for covering state level sports. I was now thoroughly apologetic and put both my hands in namaste pose and again apologized, "I am so sorry Priya mam. I did not recognize you."

We both heard a loud thud sound. My friend had fallen on his back with my support completely withdrawn because of my sorry pose. Priya laughed loudly. Even I could not suppress my smile. She said, "Drop your friend to his room and come like I said. I would want you to apologize to me, properly for your mistake Mayur."

I replied in affirmative and somehow got the friend standing beside me and went to drop him to his destined room.

I came back in like ten minutes. I again knocked on the room 502, no mistake this time and when Priya opened the door, I was already on my knees and I touched her red nail polished toes saying, "Very sorry. I am a big fan of yours. I have been a follower of your compering, and I have mistakenly embarrassed you with the confusion of my friend being your son."

Priya walked in beckoning me saying, "Age is just a number. If I had a son, he would be as old as him so I would not consider you at fault. And you have apologized gracefully. You are good in the field and good with your conduct. I would like to check how good you are in other walks of life."

It did not hit me that she was hitting on me. I acted dumbly and said, "I was not good in my studies, but I am sure to get selected for state level cricket. It would be a dream come true for me to be playing a game which you would compere."

Priya looked disappointedly at me, "Are you full time dedicated only to cricket? Don't you have someone with whom you spend quality time, like your girlfriend?"

It then dawned on me. Priya was getting personal. She knew my name. Which meant she was following my match that day. I hesitated and said, "I do have a girlfriend, but I spend more quality time with my coach and team, for cricket is my passion."

Priya looked seductively at me and said, "Even I show my passion on TV, but right now, I want to see if you have passion and appreciation for beauty."

I was dumbstruck. Priya could see that I had confusion written all over my face. She said, "Mayur, with the way you are playing, you are going to win more hearts than matches. I saw your performance and have become a fan. Do you need extra time with your coach and team to decide what to do next when a fan invites you?"

I needed no further prodding. I approached and closed the gap between us. I took my lips close to her. Priya said, "Finally!"

She held my head, and her lips touched mine and our hands intwined and kissing each other for a few minutes. It was a different feeling for me to kiss a mature lover like Priya. It may be the first time for me with a mature lady, but I was sure it was not for her. My hands completely lost in her long hair, were holding at the base of her head. I could smell rich perfume on her and it goes without saying that my erection made its presence felt to Priya as it was knocking her belly. Priya was delighted by this protruding touch. She moved her one hand down and placed it on my erection through the front. Her hand was now separating me from her belly, and it was cupping my erection in my trousers. She moved her hand up and down slowly trying to figure out what I was packing.

Her eyes widened when she realized what she had got into. My eyes were still looking at her and she was now pushing her tongue in my mouth, and we were exchanging wet kisses. I felt bolder and I placed my one hand on top her breast over the silky nightgown. It felt hard, cool and completely naked under her nightgown. She placed her other hand on my hand to guide me. She squeezed my hand hard which in turn got her breast squeezed harder and she moaned with pleasure. I did not need any other guiding. We broke our kiss, and she instantly bit her lips with loud moans as I squeezed both her breasts hard. She was enjoying the attention and the hard squeezing. She put her hands on my hands, and she said, "Mayur, I have very sensitive tits. I want you to crush them harder. I just love the pressure."

I stayed calmer and did not actually squeeze harder than I was already doing. She looked in my eyes and with her hands clasped my hands when I had squeezed her breasts and she moaned harder as she held my hands hard against her breasts, not allowing me to reduce the grip. This sent shockwaves to my penis which I had to push harder into her belly with excitement. Her body shivered when she let go my hands and said, "I love it, Mayur. You have a very good grip."

She stood holding my hands for at least a minute and then finally let go. She was still shivering like she had been on the edge of pleasure through the pressure. She asked me to get rid of my clothes. I turned around and got busy getting rid of the unwanted obstruction of my shirt, trousers and even my underwear which had become wet with lots of pre-cum. I turned around to surprise her with my size, but my mouth dropped open looking at her large breasts naked with her dark brown nipples erect and pointing at me. She had a flat tummy and then a dense growth of pubic hair. She had long shapely legs and my eyes came back and stopped at her waist which was protruding and looked even bigger in girth than her breasts. Priya looked at my penis and gasped saying, "You surely are endowed. Let me see it up close."

I moved towards her. She turned around and started walking seductively shaking her ass toward the bed. "My god," I said. "You are a goddess, Priya mam!"

She scolded me to drop mam from her address. I was a quick learner and said, "Priya, you have a figure which I could not imagine is possible on other than a sexy model."

She just turned her head slightly behind looking at me saying, "So you like what you see. At least you appreciate the beauty and not stuck in age."

I replied, "Age is just a number when your beauty can give a raise just by looking at you to confirm that age is no bar in your bar of beauty."

Priya giggled and sat on the bed, calling me to move towards her. When I reached, my penis was at the level of her mouth, and she did not waste time and held it with both hands. She said, "Mayur, you have the length, which is large, but I also love your thick girth. You have a much better bat than most of the other players whom I have played this game with."

She pulled my foreskin off and pushed it towards me, exposing my purple penis head which was soaking wet with my pre-cum. She placed a kiss on the penis head and gently used her tongue to play with the penis eye. She was rewarded with my dribbling pre-cum which came oozing out as she pulled the skin over my penis shaft. She delightfully sucked on it and took it all in her mouth. Priya took the penis head in her mouth, and I could feel her wet tongue swirling at the base of the penis head. It sent tremendous shockwaves to me. It was erotic and too good to feel the erotism on the erogenous part, and I felt my emotions built up quite rapidly. I said huffingly, "Priya, I am about to orgasm."

Priya held onto my penis; she increased the speed of swirling and looked into my eyes. That kohl eyes bore into me with passion, and I ejaculated hard. Spurts after spurts escaped through my penis and straight into her mouth. She was quite experienced at receiving because when I came back down from my hottest orgasm in life, I could not see even a single drop out of her mouth. She shook my penis to empty whatever more could dribble out and then opened her mouth to show me my large load. She moved her tongue, and I could clearly see my sperms giving her a mouthful. She immersed the tongue as it disappeared in the white sperms, and she closed her mouth and gulped it down in one shot. I had seen this scene only in porn movies but looking at Priya's satisfied face and empty mouth, I realized that Priya was a resident expert. She chuckled and said, "You not only gave me a mouthful, but you tasted awesome."

She was holding my balls and said, "Ask your penis to be ready for some more action in sometime. If I were you, I would ask the lady what she would like in return."

I smiled and asked, "Thank you Priya for a wonderful orgasm. What would bring you pleasure and orgasm, if I may ask?"

Priya smiled at this gentlemanly question and said, "Mayur, I love it when a man goes down on me and does justice with equal attention to both my holes down there. I hope you have no hangups about getting the ass involved in the match."

I was not shocked but delighted because I am a big fan of a big ass. I replied, "Priya, I would have focused on your asshole even if you had not requested."

Priya corrected, "You should always ask courteously because not everyone likes the wrong hole."

Priya moved on the bed and slept on her back, spreading her legs wide. I moved in between her legs. Her juicy pussy wafted its pungent smell. I parted her pubic hair and saw that her pussy had large lips and were completely wet. I felt wetness on my knee, and I looked down. My knee was on the exact spot where Priya was sitting, and her juices had seeped into the bedsheet which my knee was feeling. I pushed my face into her tummy and first kissed her navel. She giggled from the tingling sensation. She was delighted when I pushed my tongue deep into her navel and gave it a few stabs. She held my head and moaned loudly, "Mayur, not there. Aha! It tingles, but it gives pleasure too. You are the first who delighted me with this."

I moved down and then placed my tongue on her erect clitoris which was jutting out a bit. She had a bigger clitoris than what I had seen in porn. I played with the clitoris moving my tongue up and down. I pressed and drooled on it with my tongue which affected more deep moans and more pressure on my head through her hands. I moved to her pussy and spread her pussy lips and placed a kiss on her exposed dark pink spot. She shuddered and moaned even louder. My face around her pussy lips and chin was coated with her juices. She was wetter than before, and I pushed my tongue on her pussy lips hard and then kissed each lip. I slowly moved my face even lower and kissed her tightly closed asshole. I moved my hands to spread her cheeks and placed my tongue at her asshole and started rimming her. Priya screamed with ecstasy and said, "Mayur, either you know what you are doing or are very gifted. Please, please do more of this."

I continued focusing on her asshole and her pussy with my tongue hitting both her entrances while I used one hand to place one finger on her clitoris and started frigging her hard. She was screaming with pleasure, "Yes, yes, yes! Mayur, please do more!"

I pressed her clitoris hard and then I took my other hand and placed a finger on her asshole. I timed to push my tongue deep in her pussy, I pressed the clitoris hard with two fingers now while I advance one finger in her asshole. Priya screamed and exploded. She raised her buttocks high, and her entire body was quivering and jerking. I had to remove my finger from her ass and hold my hand on her belly; to calm her but she was on a trip to heaven. She orgasmed quite hard, and she gushed a lot of her juice. I lapped some of it, which sent even more pleasure to her. When she calmed down, she looked at me in my eyes and said, "Mayur, you were very good down there. You could have kept me high if you had pushed your finger deeper into my ass rather than playing with my clitoris. I am not complaining but just that is what I would have liked, if I could have said, if I could have controlled, what was about to happen. Oh! Never mind."

I stood beside the bed. Priya saw and her eyes went wide. She saw my penis rock hard and pointing to the ceiling. She smiled and said, "You like the wet pitch and seem to be ready to bat."

I held my penis and nodded in affirmation. Priya was trying to get up to sitting position on the bed when there was a knock on the door. Priya looked toward the wall to see the time and said, "Shit, shit, shit! Mayur, you go into the bathroom and lock yourself in."

I could see panic in her eyes, and I too got scared. I whispered, "Your relative, you were expecting?"

She replied, "Keep quiet and stay out of this. Go run!"

I took my clothes and ran to the bathroom. I switched off the light in the bathroom, which was on for what reason I had no idea. When I closed the door and locked it, I was delighted to see that there was a bathtub. These higher-floor hotel rooms were way cozier and bigger than the ones in which we were put up. I could see some light coming in from the curtain beyond the bathtub wall. There was glass on the other side of the curtain against the wall which was slightly separated from the bathtub. I sat in the bathtub which was elevated and I rested my back on one side and tried to look out from the gap on the side from which I had seen the light. I was surprised that I could see the bed on which Priya, and I had just had a good time.

I could not hear anything because the door was closed, and I could not see anyone who would have come in. Was her relative gone or was she conversing with the relative at the door? But who can be relative who comes in so late at night to meet a celebrity like Priya Achinta. I was still trying to guess when I saw Priya in her nightgown, walking towards the bed. She gave me an erection once again, looking at her seductively moving her large buttocks. It seems I was not the only one who was getting the erection. I could see three guys' backs which blocked the view of Priya sitting on the bed.

The older-looking gentleman went on the other side. When I saw his face, I was surprised. He was Mr. Swapnesh Kirti, from whose golden hands I received the man of the match award. Is he a relative of Priya? The two other guys stood beside Priya. I could recognize that these were the famous twins of the cricket team who were getting selected for the domestic team. Hardeep and Harman were both very well-known and very accomplished players at least two levels higher than me. Further realization struck me that these guys were not relatives of Priya. There was something more than what meets the eyes.

There was some conversation happening between them which I could not hear because of the door being locked. The sound proofing would have been good. I am sure I could have got to hear something if I had put my ear to the door or the keyhole, but that would mean losing full sight of the room in front of me.