’ He looked at her with anger in his eyes and grasped her by the shoulders shaking her. ‘It’s my cock you whore, now say cock! Say it!’ ‘Oh ...revor, oh Trevor please don’t yell at me. It’s … it’s your … cock.’ The word came out at a bare whisper. ‘Louder slut, say it out loud! She said the word fairly loud in a tearful voice. ‘That better, now what does that make you when you suck me off?’ ‘I’m a cock-sucker Trevor. I’m you slut cock sucking whore.’ The words came out clear and sincere while her. “I’m sorry, man. It was my fault for making such a stupid, fucking pass! I’ll make it up to you!”Brad returned to the bench for a change of lines and the expected wrath from Coach Benson. Brad could feel a tap on his shoulder, “Brad, unless you’ve got an extra pair of eyes looking out the back of your helmet, be careful where you send a blind pass.”He nodded, accepting his deserved criticism and took a good swig of water. “Come on guys, let’s get one back for Jason!” he yelled eagerly waiting. He made her so wet that there was a pool on carpet between her knees. Thirty minutes later, with her mascara running and robe ajar she lay on the ground and wondered what it would have been like if she never met him. She ran harder and harder as her anger coursed through her. Sara was never proud about what her anger made her do. The man she had been looking at was tall, young and muscular. He had a shaved head and dark skin. “You waiting for this,” she asked while she ran and smiled. “I was. Your hands reach back to my body, feeling my sides and working towards my hard cock. You start to unbutton my jeans. All the while I play with your pussy, making you wet. You push up against me as you unbutton. Feeling me, wanting me, knowing I will be in you soon. Your eyes close with the desire of what you can feel of my body and what you feel in your grasp to come.As the buttons come undone, and you pull the jeans to the side; all the while I am kissing your neck. You pull them to the side.