Memory in my legs from countless hours of skating practice in my teens saves me from falling and making an ass out of myself. My skates glide smoothly over the ice to the goal at the opposite end, away from them. The pucks stop hitting the boards as an eerie quiet envelopes behind me. They are watching. As I near the goal, I swing behind it and pick up speed. I avoid looking but my peripheral vision betrays me. They are lined up at the blue line, leaning on their sticks, waiting. My lover has told them the can’t come to me until I stop at the goal. My legs pump long strokes as I circle my end of the ice. There is a chill between my thighs, the wetness is causing it. How can I feel so cold and so hot at the same time? The ache inside is getting stronger as I head toward the crease of the net. I can see the leather straps placed on the top of the goal that will be used to bind me. This fantasy has been well planned. My heart is pounding when my skates pass the red semi circle and I stop with a spray of snow in front of the goal. Both hands take a firm grip on the cold steel and I am grateful for something to keep me from falling down on weak knees. The silence is shattered by the sound of sticks hitting the ice as they drop them and begin to head toward me. My hold on the crossbar is tight and I can feel the dampness begin to run down my legs. They are coming hard, skating fast. It seems to take forever but my mind knows that it was within seconds that they are beside and behind me. God, they are so big. I feel those leather gloves on my forearms as they hold me while one removes his in order to make use of the straps. I can barely see his face through the mask of the helmet he wears but when he finishes tying my wrists to the crossbar, I see that familiar twinkle in my lovers brown eyes. He gazes at me for a second then turns and nods to one of his buddies. I feel rough gloves lifing my skirt. I modified my outfit so that it could be opened at the crotch with velcro. The material is wet and a moan escapes my lips when my ears pick up the sound of pants dropping and jocks being moved aside. My back arches involuntarily in anticipation when strong hands grab my hips and I feel a cock slide upwards between my slippery thighs and inside. I push back to make him enter me deeper and other arms lift my legs till my skates are no longer touching the ice. Moans escape me as his thrusting gets harder and harder. That sweet feeling of being filled and rammed builds me to orgasm quickly. Clenching and riding each wave, as my cum drips out of me. I am only remotely aware that the thrusting has stopped with a male groan from behind. I open my eyes. My lover is beside me, watching my face intently. I guess he will be the last to take me as one cock is replaced by another. This one is smaller and takes no time in spewing its precious juice in me. I start to struggle to get my feet back on the ice. My lover signals to the others and I am release from bondage.
My knees are weak when I drop to the cold ice. I hear myself groan to them that I want to suck. I look up to see one of them swing in front of me. He drops his pants and my fingers claw at the jock he wears. He seems to tower over me as I pull at his gear till my hands feel hard, warm flesh. My mouth finds him and I hungrily slide him past my lips and into my warm throat. A large gloved hand rests on my head as he pulls my face closer. Sucking hard, I can feel him swell and hear his moans while my own ache begins again. He is big and I relax my throat to open fully to him. My tongue and mouth feel every contour and shape of him as my pussy sends a message to my brain, feeling jealous and needy. When the first taste of his cum fills my mouth, I suck harder till I have pulled from him every last drop. I have barely finished drinking when he pulls out and another takes his place. Feeling small on my knees before them, my ache screams at me to beg to be fucked but with my mouth full again, I can only moan. I can’t feel the cold on my knees when warm juice once again feeds me.
They have all moved aside and I am quivering and panting on my knees. Strong arms lift me high and my lover is carrying me. He heads into the corner and I feel him turn and push me up against the glass. My arms grab for the top of the boards as he drops his gear. With my legs and skates wrapped around his back, I feel that familiar girth slide in me. With a gasp, I scream at him to take me harder. Is this what they get a penalty for roughing?? I’d gladly take the two minutes. He has removed his helmet and he kisses me. My fingers curl into his dark hair and he fucks my mouth with his tongue while his cock thrusts into me, probing for my sweet spot. The pressure builds till I can’t hold back any longer; I cum, hard, wet, forceful. He fills me with his own juice and smiles down at me. He whispers in my ear “He shoots….” and I laugh and say “She scores!”.
