Susan first appeared in Entertaining at Home. Other characters mentioned joined the story in subsequent episodes. If you like the look of this it might be worth checking them out to discover people's back story. Comments, suggestions and support welcomed as always and thanks to those of you who already have.
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Reducing four men to the point of sweaty, breathless surrender was as much fun as I thought it would be. All four were flat out, stomachs heaving up and down as they used all available muscles to suck in air. Groans went round the quartet in small circles. Each of their faces was red and sweaty. Fractured curses in Polish and English occasionally escaped limp lips. I stood over them legs apart, my hands on my hips, shaking my head. Steve stared up at me with a look closer to hate than love. He was the first to speak.
'That was.'
'Stimulating?'
'Nah.'
'Exciting?'
'Piss off. It was attempted murder.'
The session had started off easily enough. At least for me it did. I had spent the day with Muhammad discussing our approach to changes the way our firm did business. The CEO had given us a copy of the report he was going to present to the board the next day. It gave the two of us a company-wide brief to analyse current working practices and recommend changes. We had agreed it was an exciting challenge and I had ridden home at speed before changing and driving back into town to be ready for the five-a-side team's training session.
The lads had gone down the pub after work and warmed up by having a couple of pints of lager and a sandwich each; ham and cheese by the look of the pool of vomit Luke had deposited at the side of the pitch. I was surprised at how pleased I was to see them after a fortnight apart. I watched them straggle over to the pitch from the changing rooms with a rising heart. Luke was in front all bustle and waving his arms around more like a cricket fast bowler than a mediocre non-league striker. Wot followed him walking mostly but occasionally jogging rapidly on the spot. Piotr had his arm around Steve's shoulder and the two were deep in conversation. I would have bet my house it was about the latter's unhappy relationship.
The way they greeted me was typical of each of them. Luke grabbed me, both hands on my arse, and lifted me bodily from the ground.
'Missed me?'
'Not for an instant, so put me down.'
Wot took my hand, raised it to his lips and then stared into my eyes for a long moment before releasing it.
'It is a pleasant to see you again.'
He gave a little bow. I stroked one of his cheeks and then kissed the other.
'You too, Wot. Good Xmas?'
He nodded and looked like he was composing a reply in his head before grinning shyly.
'I have forgotten all English. So just "yes".'
Piotr shook my hand smiling. I wasn't having that. I hugged him before giving him a peck on the lips. He blushed and we both laughed. Steve I held for longer. The whole world knew from his texts and posts that he had had a less than satisfactory time. I wanted to offer comfort, support and to stop him running through the whole disaster again. It was a cool January evening and we needed to get running.
There was an interesting dynamic in the group as we stretched and bent, none of really sure what to do next. I had assumed we would just get together and kick a ball around for a bit before adjourning to the Crown. Luke had other ideas. Usually Steve was the unacknowledged leader of the gang. It was to him he others turned to make hard decisions - like which pub to go to - or raise difficult questions. He had made the running on the evening we had first met in persuading me to do a striptease for them and then let them fuck me in every available orifice.
Tonight Luke had definitely taken on the mantle of the man in charge. The others probably let him because he was the only one with a full-time gym membership. I knew my place; the goalie's job is to stand at the back shouting encouragement before pulling their balls out of the fire by making spectacular saves. I sort-of managed that about half the time.
He led us on a gentle jog around the perimeter of the all-weather pitch. He took the lead, chest out and lifting his knees like a show pony. The rest of us straggled behind smiling indulgently and laughing at the way the loose elastic on Luke's shorts spoiled his display of prowess as he kept having to pull them up when they slipped to the top of his buttocks. It was probably the mockery coming from behind him which made him order a second circuit. He slipped back to join us and started talking about his break back in his home town.
To hear him tell it he had, in the course of a week, had his way with most of the available women in the place. As the boys worked together, I presumed the tale was for my benefit and, as a friend, I tried to pay attention. The high point of his trip up-north had been a New Year's Eve threesome with a couple of girls - lasses he called them - he'd been at school with. At the end of the evening they were the only ones who hadn't copped off and went back to his mother's house.
'Me mam were over at her boyfriend's so we had the place to ourselves.'
I was impressed by how his accent had broadened in the week away.
'One of them had the biggest tits I've ever seen. Out to here they were. She were a big girl at school, but now.'
He whistled. The overall impact of his gross exaggeration, however, was undermined by the fact that as he stretched out both arms his shorts fell to his knees. He was wearing training pants underneath so the embarrassment was minimal. The mockery from the rest of us, however, was more arch than friendly and he grumbled to himself as he stopped to take off the malfunctioning shorts and balled them into a pocket. The others kept going but I stayed with him, jogging on the spot as I waited.
'Amy had the tiniest boobs ever. They were double-A if there is such a thing. But her nipples. Every time someone touched them she'd squeal. It were a hoot.'
I fell in beside him. I had a feeling this was going to be a long tale. Part of being one of the lads meant that I had to listen to their inflated tales of sexual conquest and pretend to be impressed. If half of what he told me was true, that was indeed was a night to remember. I made the appropriate noises as he ran through the order in which his fingers, tongue and cock entered mouths, pussies and anuses.
I avoided putting my foot in it when he described watching the two women eat each other out. He thought it was a show for his benefit whilst he recovered from his orgasm. I had tried and failed to persuade them all that women enjoyed sex too. All four of them still worked on the assumption that we rationed intercourse on some sort of punishment-reward system and that if only they could crack our secret code they'd be in clover.
We had all started on our third lap of the pitch by the time Luke got to explaining how he got his third erection of the morning - he had apparently received a blow job from each of them on waking - watching the pair urinate. The rest of the team were getting restless. They had found a ball and were passing it inexpertly between them as they jogged. As they finished their lap they stopped and began heckling us to get a move on. If anything Luke slowed further.
'You ever had a threesome, Susan?'
There was something about his tone which made it sound more like a challenge than and enquiry. I silently invoked lad's privileges and bit back.
'Since I last saw you, you mean?'
'Yeah.'