In my late twenties, I learned that hooking up with married men is the way to go. Those affairs have given me great sex with generous and assertive alphas with little drama or attachments. Recently, I've been smashing it with Jamar, the high school basketball coach. Our bodies fit together perfectly; and, this athletic black man makes me cum basic, which is a first.
During the season, I would often travel with Jamar to weekend away games as an easy way to have him to myself, away from his family. Fortunately, the team has made it to the OSAA Oregon state championship tournament in Portland, and I anticipate a long weekend of sex and basketball.
Watching from courtside, our boys win the first game in the round of eight. I've seen these boys play many times, and when they win, Jamar is always eager to take me as soon as possible, in his office, in his car, and even in the gym. But, today, he needs to scout the other teams.
Jamal and I watch the next quarter-final with Tyrone, his team's captain, and some of the starters. I'm always a little aroused watching the young men on the court. I pay less attention to the game and instead fixate on these young strong bodies in action.
Tyrone stands to get past and I stare at the bulge of his cock in his sweats. He looks at me and I flush with embarrassment. As this handsome young black boy scoots past my seat, my body betrays me with a rush of desire. I follow him out and up the stairs to the concession area.
Waiting in line, he turns to face me. "Hey, you're Judy, right?"
"Yup, that's me. I love watching you play... You're so so... hot!" I can't believe I said that.
"Um... You are the coach's sneaky link. Right?... You and the coach smash it on these away weekends... I saw him leave your room... Right?... Right?"
"Sure. No biggie... I love these weekends with Jamar and the team... Why do you ask?"
He takes my hand in his big rough hand and leads me to a quiet spot. "Hey... look... ya don't want me telling on you... what's it worth to you... what's it worth to keep your secret?"
He can't be serious. Instead, I smile and flirt with my eyes. "A quick smash to keep our secret?" He looks shocked. "... Would it mess with your game?"
A smirk lights his face. "For sure... Let's do it..."
"Good..." I lead him to a girl's bathroom away from concessions. "Stay here while I check." It's still in the first half, and so nobody is in there. Tyrone follows me to the last stall. I sit on the pot and pull down his sweats. I admire his big black cock inches from my face. It stiffens as I suck on it.
"I want you inside... Fuck me please." I stand, drop my pants & panties, turn, bend down, grab the toilet seat, and offer my pussy to him. "Do me.. fuck me... do me NOW."
Without hesitation, he pushes his cock into my wet vagina and grabs my hips with both hands. I relax and open up to him. He pushes deeper and deeper until his body is pressed against my ass and I've taken all of it.
"Sush... Stop... quiet... someone's here..." He pauses with his erection throbbing inside me. We wait, our joined bodies tense, as we hear someone peeing in another stall. He's gently sliding in and out. As we hear her leave, Tyrone begins fucking me hard, holding me firmly, he thrusts rapidly, making himself cum quickly. God, how I love a quicky in public!
He's gone. I wipe myself off and put tissue in my panties to catch his cum oozing out of me. Back in the arena, I wink at Tyrone and he nods.
That night, after glorious love making with Jamar, I confess about letting Tyrone fucking me in the girl's bathroom. "Tyrone saw you leave my room this morning and half-assed pressed me... It's just BS, but I gave him what he wanted... And..." remembering the pause "I loved Tyrone's cock filling me... What do you think about it?"
"Look Judy, I love you, but this can't get out to my wife or anyone... And, you can't screw my players... They talk... Tyrone will brag about smashing you in the bathroom... And now, there's gossip that I'm cheating on my wife... shit... what did you do!?!?"
"Hey... wait... you're the coach. Tell them to keep your secret... our secret... What if we get ahead of it by introducing me as your sneaky link. Sex is so casual for them. Just tell the truth and ask them to keep the secret."
"I don't know. They need a good reason to keep our secret."
"Okay... What if they were in on it too?... What if I offered to fuck them for their silence?" I confess to Jamar, "Those young men on your team turn me on so much. I fantasize about their strength & stamina and their sex drive & rock-hard erections... I would love to be fucked by all of them."
"Sheesh... What a plan, Judy! You're nuts... How would that work? I have 12 players, an assistant, their parents, cheerleaders, student volunteers... You gonna fuck them all?"
Shamefully, "you're right... stupid idea from this horny bitch... we could limit it to the seniors since this is the last time they'll see me... Please, let me do this. I really want to enjoy those hot boys on your team... How about it?"
"Wow. You are one crazy horny bitch... Fine with me... Offer your sex to the 5 starters as a reward for winning the championship... Win or lose, they'll all have good reasons to keep the secret. And... it might be that little 'push' the team needs to win."
The next morning, Jamar brings me to the team meeting for the first time. I wear tight, thin yoga pants and a tank top without a bra. My sparse clothes leave little to the imagination and cause quite a ruckus when I enter the locker room.
"Quiet... quiet... Judy is our number one fan and she has a special announcement. Judy..."
Shaking my long blond curls onto my shoulders, I face the dozen boys, legs apart with hands on my hips. "Congrats on making it to the semis. You all need to step it up today and I can help... If you win today and the championship tomorrow, I will let the starters fuck me." The room is deadly quiet and all eyes are on me. I point to each of the five, saying "you... you... you... you..." and then pointing to Tyrone, "and you will fuck me... Do you guys want to win... win it all?"
Astonishment, cheers and laughter. "No cap!!... Abowww girl... Got big dick energy for you..."
"This is a team secret... If you want it, you must keep the secret... Also... Coach Jamar and I hook up on away weekends... more secrets... Got it?" I'm not sure they paid attention.
"Quiet..." Gesturing to my body, coach Jamar says "like what you see. Now WIN and reap her reward... AND... Y'all keep our team secrets..." The boys stand and applaud as I leave the locker room.
The semi starts as a high scoring shoot out, not our style, and Jamar is pissed. He benches his starters until late in the half. In the second half, the team gets back to their strengths for a close, come-from-behind win.
I join Jamar and the team to watch the other semi. He is not happy. The other teams are formidable, and we just squeaked out our win.
I am on my own for dinner and the evening. That's OK. I need the team to win; I want to reward them. I fantasize about the five young men doing me. How I will "manage" it?
Sunday morning I'm alone. Jamar didn't come to my room but that's OK. I add another day to my hotel, assuming a victory. After a long hike in Hoyt Arboretum, I feel happy, healthy and strong, ready for the afternoon championship game and what may follow.
The team is obviously more disciplined, giving Justin a tournament high 9/12 threes. Rasean, the center, scored 22 points with 8 rebounds. My man Tyrone ran the show with 17 assists, 3 rebounds, and 4 steals. The forwards did their job with several beautiful fast breaks.
I watch from courtside as the team celebrates their victory, Oregon class 6A state champions!!
The boosters and parents rent a banquet room in the hotel for a victory party. I'm certainly not going. It's suspicious enough that a single woman has courtside seats to every game.
Alone, I head back to the hotel, stopping to buy some Doritos, Lays, Celsius, and Red bull for the boys and a Starbucks triple-shot for me. I'll throw my own party for the victors with sex, not alcohol. I text Jamar "I'm eager to reward the team!" He texts that the bus is leaving from the hotel around 7pm and the starters will be upstairs shortly after.
In the bedroom, I strip, and finger myself, vabbing for the boys. I cover myself in silver body glitter. My heavy solid gold chain flatters my chest. Preening in the mirror, "nice body tea... hot shit... reward the boys... five boys... loving my body... loving my sex... THIS is going to happen."
I wear a wrap-around skirt without panties and the same tank top without bra from yesterday. I redo my eye makeup and toss my blond curls. I know I'm better than any teenage cheerleader and they will know it soon enough.
I throw the blanket and sheet in the closet but leave the pillows. To set the mood, I buy a pay-per-view hard-core porn on the hotel TV with sound off. I wait eagerly.
There's a knock, and I open the door to invite the boys in. "Hi guys, congrats on being the champs... Grab some snacks..."