Author's Note: All persons in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old.
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Leticia Clark is a tall, blonde forty year old divorced woman who is raising two teen-aged sons on her own. Her former husband pays her very generous child support and even sends her money for her personal expenses so she can be a full-time mother but otherwise has nothing to do with her or their children. One of her favorite activities is taking one or both of her sons to their soccer games and practices, mostly because of what happens afterward when she socializes with some of the parents of the other team members.
There is a special group of those parents, divorced, separated, widowed or just men and women who like to fool around and Leticia is a regular member of that group. After every game or practice, unless she is responsible for driving the van that transports many of the players, she gets together with those other parents for the greatest carnal frolicking she has ever known. The most recent sexual tryst was after last Saturday's game, when she and six other men and women got together at the home of Dawn Myers, another of that merry band of revelers, who derives equal enjoyment from eating a pussy or taking a cock in any of her three different pleasure holes, sometimes having all of them filled at the same time.
Dawn has the best place for the sexual escapades, so it was the consensus of the group that she would never drive the van and she would be the hostess for all the after-soccer fun. She received a large, comfortable house in her divorce settlement, with a big area in the basement that everybody calls "The Rumpus Room." That's a good name for the place, because that's where the wild rumpus occurs every time the group gets together. There are three soft, wide couches sitting against the walls and two mattresses with a plentitude of pillows that can be placed on the floor for those who need more room or for the threesomes that are so popular with the group. Condoms and squeeze bottles of lubricants are strategically placed everywhere in the room because all the members of the group prefer to practice safe sex with all fun and no downside.
After leading Leticia and the four men and the other woman downstairs, Dawn acted on the lustful feelings she had been nursing all day. Those feelings had mostly been directed at Nick Nelson, the tall African American widower, who was new to the group but who also knew what he wanted. That was to get his cock into the plump, sexy red-haired Dawn and, from the way she had been cozying up to him even before the soccer game started, he was sure she wanted the same thing.
He was right and, as soon as everybody was in the rumpus room with the door at the top of the stairs locked, she pressed her voluptuous body against him with her mouth open for his kiss. He did not disappoint her, and their lips were pressed tightly together as their tongues also greeted each other. While their kiss continued, her fingers went to work, unzipping Nick's jacket and starting on his shirt buttons. He reacted by lifting the hem of her sweater and reaching under with his hands to start fondling her succulent breasts, which he had already noticed were not restrained by a bra.
As the kissing and fondling continued, the amorous pair stumbled their way to one of the couches and sprawled on it with their arms clutching each other. Once they were seated, Dawn ended their kiss because she had to watch what her hands were doing, which was unfastening his pants and unzipping his fly. With that done, she got up and knelt on the floor to take hold of the waistband of his jeans and start to pull them off. Nick raised his ass above the cushions of the couch and she tugged on his pants legs until they were around his ankles. After removing his shoes and socks, she finished taking off his jeans and gazed with lust at the big, dark cock that was so hard it seemed to be trying to tear a hole through his jockey shorts.
Being careful with the elastic waistband, she pulled his underwear down and off around his feet, grinning when his massive black erection popped into view. She wanted to do much more than look, of course, for she had just lucked into one of those mythical beings, a hung black stud. Nick wanted the same thing so he slid forward to the edge of the couch. Dawn gently held his huge cock in one hand and leaned forward to start licking him, starting at the scrotum and continuing up to the hard purple head. Like a child licking a melting Popsicle, she used her lips and tongue to caress the whole stiff shaft, including under the ridge and probing into the slit on the end.
The others all got active too. Craig Nolan, the father of the team captain, came up behind Leticia, wrapped his arms around her and started fondling her big, soft breasts. He is married but his wife has no interest in soccer so she pays no attention to his taking their oldest son to the field on Saturdays. He finds it prudent to avoid describing what happens after the games or practices are over for the day.
"I've been wanting to get my hands on these beauties all day," he murmured into her ear.
"Well, they've been waiting for you all day," she answered him.
Leticia pushed his hands away but only so she could pull her shirt from her jeans and remove her bra so Craig would have better access to the big, ripe orbs he found so appealing. His hands gently kneaded the firm flesh while his fingers tweaked her pale pink nipples, which quickly went from semi-erect to completely rigid. To better continue with their sexual pleasures, she stuck her hand inside his belt and led him to one of the mattresses. Jim Davis, who urgently desired to eat her pussy that day, was waiting for her, barefoot and with his shirt off.
That left Carrie Wellman and Mike Howell but neither of that pair was loath to coupling together that day. They had known each other, in the biblical sense, several times already that season and had enjoyed their coupling immensely. Without hesitation, Carrie lay down on another of the couches, pulled a pillow into place under her head and grinned lewdly as Mike got busy on the buttons of her flannel shirt.