For those of you not familiar with American football, a "wide receiver" is an offensive player whose primary job is to catch passes from the quarterback, although he also needs to block people trying to tackle his teammates when they have the ball. In Division I college football while there can be a large deviation from normal the average wide receiver is about six feet one inch tall and about 200 pounds. A "tight end" is another offensive player whose primary job is to block, although he also can be a dangerous pass receiver, especially running passes up the middle of the field (for example traversing the "seam" between defensive backs in a zone defense). There is less variety in size of tight ends than wide receivers, and in Division I the average tight end is probably about six feet four inches tall and about 250 pounds.
I was twenty two years old, a senior at a Division I University, on a football scholarship, and starting at wide receiver. I lived in an unofficial football dorm, really a large old house owned by the university that the athletic department paid the rent on and provided most meals for. About twenty football players, mostly seniors, lived there, along with a tutor.
Life was pretty good. We were ranked 20th in the nation, preseason, and won big the first three games that we played. The only drawback was having to go to class and study (can you imagine a University requiring students to do that? Ha, ha).
Psychology 301 was my most difficult course. I was having some trouble with some of the more esoteric concepts and wanted to be sure to remain academically eligible since we expected to go to a bowl game after the season was over. The in-house tutor couldn't help much and he suggested that I go to see the instructor, an assistant professor.
I made an appointment with the instructor to see him at 6 p.m., so as not to interfere with practice or my other classes. When I arrived at his office I was shocked to see a provocatively dressed hot older woman, maybe 40 - 45 years old, there. The instructor introduced her as his wife Jill. She apparently came to pick him up most nights, combining that trip with work she did for him organizing his files.
Football players at my school rarely had girl friends in season because they demanded too much of your time, and I was no exception. Obviously, however, I had all the raging hormones of a normal in shape twenty two year old male, and thought about sex constantly. I did my best to get help from my instructor, but I found my eyes continuously fixating on Jill's body, especially as she bent down to access lower file drawers, or bent over her husband's desk to pick up files.
Jill was a tall lanky brunette, with her heels on almost as tall as I was (6'2"). Her dancer's legs seemed six feet long themselves. Her ass was to die for, totally round and protruding, stretching her dress to the limit; it looked especially large since she had a very small waist. Although her face showed her age, it was beautiful, with big brown eyes and full lips, and she had enormous tits that seemed to want to bust out of her tight top.
Before I left I made another appointment to see my instructor the day after next at the same time. As I left I said to Jill, as casually as I could, "Nice meeting you, and I hope to see you again." "I'm here from six to seven p.m. almost every day" she responded, and I thought that I saw her wink -- maybe I was hallucinating.
I couldn't get that mature piece of ass out of my mind. I jacked off twice that night thinking about her shapely body, big ass, and enormous tits, and couldn't wait until the next tutoring session.
The next tutoring session Jill looked even hotter than the first time. She had more eye shadow on, and a skimpier top, which exposed her cleavage when she bent over the desk. Fortunately her husband was really into explaining the fine points of how to create a stem and leaf plot to compare the scores of first and second respondent pairs (got that?), and the desk hid my boner, so I don't think that he noticed my ogling. I know that she did, however.
Although I had by now completely caught up in my Psychology 301 course I scheduled another session for the next Tuesday, same time, telling the instructor we had an away game against our biggest rival, ranked second in the country, that weekend and I might not be able to study as much as I liked. He was happy to oblige, and this time when I left I winked at Jill, evoking a broad smile from her.
I was able to block Jill's consummate ass out of my mind that weekend in the game against the second ranked team in the country. With a clear mind, and motivated by being on national T. V., I had a great game. I caught a touchdown pass in the first quarter, and a twenty five yard pass with six seconds to go that set up the winning four yard touchdown pass to the tight end. It was our biggest win in years.
I decided to push it up a notch with Jill on the Tuesday after the big game -- which was the talk of the campus Saturday night, Sunday, and Monday. I wore a pair of compression pants that clearly showed the outline of my cock, and a summer, no-midriff, football jersey, making the excuse that practice ran over and I had to come straight from there. My outfit had the desired effect on Jill, and my story was believable enough that her husband didn't question me, especially since they were both excited to get my first-hand account of the big win, and my performance.
I made my crotch as visible to Jill as I could during the session, and when I left I told the instructor that I was now caught up thanks to his great help. Just before exiting I again said to Jill "I hope to see you again." As I shook her hand goodbye I slipped her a piece of paper with my cell phone number on it.
While I couldn't suppress my woody whenever I thought about the possibility of hearing from Jill, I was by no means confident that I would. To my great joy on Wednesday I received a text photo from her on my cell, posing naked on her husband's desk, with her return number and the single word "Interested?" I almost came in my pants right there. If I thought that she looked good at the tutoring sessions, naked she looked like a goddess.
I had no classes until the early afternoon on Thursday, and she took her husband to work at 7 a.m., so we made arrangements to meet at her house at 8 a. m. Thursday.
I arrived right on time. She had a silk mid-thigh length robe on with a single cloth belt tie, and three inch high heels. We greeted with hand squeezes, and she led me into the kitchen, which was adjacent a sun room with a big couch. Standing face-to-face, she offered me some orange juice. I flippantly said "I want something sweeter than that," and yanked on the belt of her robe, which caused her robe to open and exposed her naked tits and pussy, glistening in the morning sunlight.
With a big smile on her face she said "I see that you're someone who doesn't waste time going after what he wants. I'm the same way." With that she dropped her robe to the ground, walked up to me, undid my shorts and boxers, and helped me step out of them. By then my cock was already at attention, and she grabbed it with one hand and lead me to the couch in the sun room, giggling the whole way. When we got to the couch she planted a French kiss on me and started rubbing my ball sack with one hand and pulled off my T-shirt with the other and then rubbed my chest.
After a couple minutes of French kissing, with my hands busy on her beautiful chest orbs, I picked her up and laid her on the couch and went after her pussy. It was small for such a tall woman, obviously recently shaved, but with large lips. I started nibbling on her lips while rubbing her clit with one hand and finger fucking her with the other. I loved her smell and taste, and had her writhing around and loudly moaning in no time. While finger fucking her I found her G-spot and vigorously chastened it. It was the most sensitive in my experience, and my attack caused her whole body to shake, rock, and tremor violently as she screamed (making me hope that there were no neighbors nearby and that the windows were closed). Her convulsions hardened my dick into a steel pole.
Before she came down completely from her orgasm I gave her a "shocker;" euphemistically called "two in the slit, one in the shit." For those of you not familiar with the term (look it up on Wikipedia -- ha, ha) that means that I put two fingers in her pussy and one in her asshole. Her pelvis jumped and then she groaned like a locomotive chugging up a mountain.
Once I was sure that I had worked her over the edge once again I pulled up on her so that she was completely on the couch, and then sank my shaft into her juicy pussy in one glorious thrust. She groaned even more loudly, wrapped her long silky thighs around my waist, wrapped her arms around my back, and started pumping her pelvis like a belly dancer. Not to be outdone I thumped her with all that I had.
While we were fucking each other's brains out she moved her mouth next to my ear and said "I'm still fertile and not on the pill so you need to come in my ass, not my pussy." While that surprised me, I had no problem with that since I loved anal. So after a few more strokes I pulled out, grabbed a hold of her enormous knockers to help turn her over, and then scooped up some of her abundant pussy juices and lubricated her rosebud. When I stuck two fingers in and found her sufficiently lubricated, I slowly buried my pole. Since my cock was completely slick from five minutes of pounding her pussy, it slipped right in.
Despite the ease with which my lubricated cock had slithered into her ass it was extremely tight for such a tall woman, and she obviously had powerful sphincter muscles that she seemed to have complete control over. My pounding combined with the undulating contractions of her muscles had me blowing my wad within just a few minutes. She obviously was used to and loved anal because she climaxed as violently as most women do when pussy fucked, and though she climaxed she continued to undulate her ass muscles to suck every bit of cum out of me.
