Although the soccer team finish near the bottom of the league, there is champagne passed around on the pitch at the final whistle. Two bottles are finished while we pull down the nets and collect the corner flags. There is apparently a problem with the showers -because Lisa has turned the water off- so the drinking continues while someone investigates the situation. Soon everyone is half-pissed, and within minutes there is a gush of water from the shower cubicles and steam begins to creep through the doorway. Casually, men begin to undress; some are middle aged, though reasonably lean, others in their late teens.
A couple of well-toned a graders who have come down by request to fill the numbers make the rest of us look slightly shabby. One is the first to hitch his towel over his shoulder and swagger into the hot mist. He is barely through the doorway before there is an exclamation of disbelief. Within seconds naked men are peering into the fog, accustoming heir eyes to the sight of Lisa under the shower stroking her hair back under the cascade, her tits perfectly round and erect as her hands caress the back of her neck. There is silence, for what seems like minutes. Lisa slides a hand down across her taut nipple and snakes it down her stomach, through her v of thick glistening hair, and opening her legs continues her exploration between her thighs, smiling as two fingers stroke her engorged, oily clit.
I'm hard already, and intoxicated both by the champagne, and Lisa's exhibitionism. Some of the men back away, unable to find context for what they've seen. One grabs his clothes and rushes to his car, but half a dozen stay, transfixed. I scull a huge amount of the bubbly, and shake up the rest in the bottle. I walk over to Lisa, hold the bottle under her cunt lips and release my finger from the mouth of the glass. Foaming liquid explodes into Lisa's' clitoris and she squeals with delight. The remaining players seem unfazed by my stiff dick, and are beginning to see the possibilities of the situation.
Drunk on lust they soon begin to masturbate. I stand behind Lisa and crouch to force my cock up into her boiling hole. I lean back against the cool tiles with her impaled on my member as the hapless men harden in front of us. "These are the rules" shouts Lisa above the hiss of the water. "One of you will be allowed to fuck me. If I want you to you will fuck my ass, while my second choice fucks my pussy. While this is occurring I will masturbate two more of you. The one who comes first will have his cock bitten by me so the marks will be visible for your partner."
I leave Lisa and sit on the floor to take in the show. "You " she says, pointing to Matt, her first choice. "Behind me." The young man, previously so arrogant in male company is the picture of obedience. He slides his dick into Lisa and takes a sharp breath. Her right leg is lifted, so her knee touches her breast, and I clearly see the penis disappearing and re-emerging, soaked in hot water and cunt juice. Lisa grips the taps for purchase as the pace increases. Almost breathlessly, she beckons our oldest player, Alan, who is fifty two but as hard as a sixteen year old, to join her. Alan places a trembling hand on a waterfall of flesh with a pert red nipple in the centre.
