The programme for the day after the ball provided separate events for the governor and his wife. She was to go horse riding, he to the football.
I waited at the country club to see that the commencement of the horse riding programme went smoothly
The country club was crowded when the governor’s wife arrived. Her Skin tight black jodhpurs moulded her legs, highlighting a fine arse. They hid the love bites I had put on each of the cheeks of her ass this morning.
Her small pear shaped tits were hidden by the bright red jacket.
Jackie looking like a million dollars was hostess; Bernadette was in charge of the horses.
Riding outfits moulded the figures of the women who were to join the governor’s wife on the morning ride.
I spent my time studying their form .Many outfits moulded cunts so tight, that the only thing I missed was the colour of the pussy hair. I had never seen so much pussy on display. I played ‘pick a butt’ as I watched them climb in the saddle.
I was left behind to prepare for the football match. Our team was keen to win in front of the governor, and the states leading citizens. We were hyped up and ready to roll.
At the ground, coach issued last minute instructions, as the cheer squad warmed up the crowd. The long legged busty cheer squad in their new red and white uniforms. were introduced to the Governor.
The game was dour and tough, neither side giving any quarter. On more than one occasion only a last ditch effort prevented our opponents from scoring. As the game reached the final ten minutes, I sensed that the players marking me were tiring. I didn’t plan any heroics. I whispered to our half back that we could break through in a drive up the middle.
Their players weren’t the only ones getting tired, for on the very next play we dropped the ball. The game appeared over. The disappointed groan of our home crowd made up my mind, to give the last few minutes my best shot.
I could only explain what happened next by claiming divine intervention, or at least the support of my fairy god mother. On their first play I bored in hard, and to my surprise, I easily intercepted their half backs long lazy pass.
I was the only one moving against the flow of the game, and took off for the line. The only two players, who were in a position where they might catch me, were the ones I had sensed were tired.
By the time they overcome the shock of my lucky interception, I was scurrying for the line. They stood flat footed, before turning to chase me, far too late. Seconds later, I crossed the line to the cheers of an amazed home crowd. The kick was successful, pushing our score further in front.
It was straight out of a “B” grade Hollywood movie, the home side pulling it out of the hat in the final minutes. But this was no movie it was still minutes before the final bell. Our opponents threw everything at us. We hung on for grim death desperately repulsing drive after drive.
When the final bell rang, our team of walking wounded looked more like losers than winners. I had never felt so tired in all my life. Cramps hit me, I could hardly stand. I sank back to the ground and was grabbed by my overjoyed team mates.
The official proceedings went past in a blur. We milled around waiting for it to finish. As I watched the official party leave, I noticed Jan had joined the governor.
By the time we got back to our rooms, I could hardly walk. Many of our players had not joined the celebrations as they were receiving treatment for their injuries. As a result, the over stretched support staff, had co-opted the assistance of the cheerleader’s trainer. As my problems were not serious, I was told to go to her shed for my rub down.
I was last in the queue. I threw a towel over my hips and lay on a spare bench to wait. I must have dozed off, for I woke with a start, when a warm hand started to rub my leg. It was Marion, the cheerleader trainer.
“We will have to get those legs working so you can go dancing, I hope you haven’t damaged those lips.” She said with a grin.
Her soothing hands worked on my legs and gradually moved up to my thigh.
I studied her closely, short blonde hair, blue eyes, probably thirty five to forty years old and fit as a fiddle. She was a picture of good health. She wore a white uniform buttoned up the front with the top buttons open.
I could see that she wore no bra. Her fleshy tits hung down swinging as she moved. From time to time, I could see right down past her tits to the top of her white panties. Under the towel my prick started to move, I could feel it growing.
People were moving in and out of the room. Our coach came to see if I was alright. A group of cheerleaders stood by the bench talking excitedly about the game; the place was busy, full of cheerleaders and staff.
Marion’s hands were now right in my groin, with people all around; my prick decided it was time to stand up. Marion casually draped another towel over my stomach hiding my extended member. I was just thinking how discreet she was, when her hand that had been massaging my groin grabbed my prick. I was taken by surprise and jumped.
“Oh you poor thing,” exclaimed one of the cheerleaders, “your hurt.”
Marion pulled my prick down flat so it pointed towards my knees. That was fine, but with my prick between thumb and finger she was milking it.
My senses reeled. Here I was lying on a table a few feet from some of our college’s most beautiful cheer leaders, with a hard bodied blonde trainer milking my prick between finger and thumb. To top it all off the girls had gathered around, asking questions.
Marion winked at me and told them “He’s muscle’s tight and hard but I will soon loosen him up.”
“Will he be alright” one of the girls asked anxiously.
“Of course” Marion replied with a grin, “just let me work on him for an hour or so and he will be ok”
An hour or so. Holy hell, I’ll really be stuffed.
All the time they were talking, she was gently but firmly milking my prick.
I struggled to keep my cool as her hand left my prick, massaging my balls as it passed, to run her fingers around the rim of my arse.
“Oh shit” I exclaimed involuntarily.
Susie a blonde who worked in Ron’s office said, “You’re hurting him,”
“Don’t worry I’ll soften him up” Marion said with a sly smile.
Soften him up she did, as I started to ooze cum up on to my stomach.
She closed her hand around my prick squeezing it hard until it was quite painful.
“Go and shower, clean yourself up,” she ordered.
With the towels wrapped around my waist, I moved through the crowded room to the shower. The crowd didn’t know what I had to clean up.
As I showered, I became hard again. I thought of the risk Marion had taken, giving me a hand job in front of a room full of people. Those thoughts made me even harder.
Marion came in as I finished showering, speaking quite loud so people outside could hear, “here’s your clothes,”
“Fuck the clothes” I whispered,
“I want to fuck you, come here”
I pulled her roughly to me, fastened my lips on her mouth, pushing my hands inside her uniform to massage a soft tit.
Marion didn’t need an invitation. Her hand wrapped around my prick. She started to work her hand up and down vigorously, she ran her other hand across my wet butt, and tried to jam a finger in my arse.
Whilst her hand was rapidly moving up and down on my prick, her mouth sucked my tongue deep inside, her teeth nipping it gently, then suddenly biting down hard.
I could feel my cum flowing up my prick. I jerked and bucked under her hands. “I’m going to cum,” I gasped, as I lost control. I was embarrassed as I started to empty it all in her hand.
“Don’t worry? I won’t waste it, she moaned.”
She casually leant down, sucked and licked it up, transferring her mouth to mine depositing some of my come on my tongue.
“Taste that its yours, I only wish it was mine. I can’t wait to have your tongue in me.”
