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Most Valuable Player (MF, sports)
by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
***
The din of the crowd around alley five dropped to almost
a whisper as the tall, long haired blonde picked up her
ball and advanced to the foul line. The championship for
the Blackwood County Mixed Winter League had come down
to one final game between the Ashford Rockets and the
Clayville Bluejays. With only the bottom half of the
tenth frame left for the Rockets to bowl, the score was
still too close to say for certain which team was going
to walk away with the trophy.
All eyes were on Dana Craig as she stood motionless for
a moment, then sent her bright green ball toward the
ten pins only sixty feet down the lane. A last minute
substitution for Carol Smith, who injured her wrist in
the semi-finals last week, most of the focus on Dana
could be attributed more to her dress than any
particular skill with the ball.
She had taken the team T-shirt and, not only cut off
the sleeves, but knotted the bottom as to expose her
midriff. What remained of the shirt, which was also at
least a size too small to begin with, strained against
an ample bust that threatened to spill out at any
moment.
A few low groans came from the crowd as only three pins
fell. A total that was only one less than Dana had
knocked down with her second ball. With the score as
close as it was, every pin counted.
"Tell me again why we agreed to let her play," Georgia
Wood said to her teammate, Moria Cassidy as she waited
for the automatic pin setters to do their work before
heading up to the line to take her turn.
Moria's silent answer was a glance over her shoulder to
the tall, equally blond haired man that Dana now had
her arms around. Timothy Carpenter was considered by
many to be the best bowler on the team, if not the
league. It was his insistence that made his girlfriend
the team's sixth player, rather than just taking the
blind score in Carol's stead as the league rules
allowed.
"Oh yeah, right," Georgia grinned as she followed
Moria's gaze and watched Timothy give Dana a kiss as a
reward for her performance.
Three inches shorter and twenty-five pounds heavier
than Dana, Georgia knew that most of the attention that
followed her up to the line was due to skill rather
than her appearance. It was something that she took a
great deal of pride in. Gifted with brains, skill and a
man who appreciated all of her charms, Georgia didn't
need to put her boobs on display to feel justified.
Eight pins went down with her first roll, with the
second picking up the spare. Six more pins on the extra
ball added to the still rising total. Heading back to
her seat, she shot Dana a smile whose sarcasm was
unfortunately lost on the airhead.
Nate Johnson followed Georgia. The forty-two year old
black man had been bowling since his teens and the
strike and nine pick up pins drew a loud cheer from the
crowd. With only forty points now separating the two
teams, it was Moria's turn.
Shorter than both Dana and Georgia, Moria stood only
five one and had a compact body that matched her
height. Cute as a button was a phrase the supermarket
clerk had heard all her life, but it was an accurate
description nevertheless.
A 7-10 split turned the recent cheer back to a groan,
but all was not yet lost. The diminutive redhead
managed to pick off one of the two, but had so wanted
to get them both.
"It was a good try," Joseph Kirby said as she sat down
next to him.
"Thanks," Moria said with a small smile, thinking that
at least she hadn't gotten a field goal and missed both
of them.
Quiet returned as Tim Carpenter walked up to the foul
find and took aim. With an air of certainty he went
into his delivery and without even waiting to watch
them fall, knew that all ten pins had fallen.
Waiting for his ball to roll back onto the ball return,
Tim turned to look for Dana, only to find her not in
her seat. A quick glance around the alley found her
standing up by one of the racks, engaged in
conversation with one of the onlookers. At least she
seemed to be engaged, the tall, muscular twenty-
something young man she was talking to, seemed to be
more interested in the oversized globes that Tim could
see, even from this distance, had finally exceeded the
limits of her tattered shirt.
The bowler took a step in her direction, but was held
in check by Nate Johnson handing him his ball. Shaking
his head slightly, he turned and once more sent it
hurling down the lane, now anxious to get the game over
with and take Dana out of here.
A loud gasp from the crowd filled the air, causing even
Dana and her admirer to look up. Instead of the
expected clean sweep, six pins still stood. It was the
most he had left standing all night.
Angry, Tim let his frustration get the better of him
and rushed his next shot instead of taking a few
breaths to calm himself down. The result was even worse
than before as, for the first time in years, his ball
sailed by without touching a single pin. With the
Bluejays still ahead by seventeen points, it looked
like the trophy would be going home to Clayville.
Every eye on the Rockets turned to Joseph Kirby, the
last man on the rotation. Only an average bowler, the
forty-eight year old had the lowest average of the
three men on the team. He ran his hand across his close
cropped brown hair and flashed a smile that said he
would do his best. Just before he rose to his feet,
Moira leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the
cheek.
"For good luck," the twenty-six year old said.
Joe took a long breath as he lined up his shot, then
sent his cobalt blue ball down the lane with a silent
prayer. Not so much a wish that he'd save the game as
much as a plea that he didn't screw it up.
His eyes never left the ball as one by one, pins fell
in every direction until only one remained. The number
four pin refused to follow the rest, but it was good
enough for him. Unlike Tim, Joe carefully lined up his
next throw and a roar came from behind him as the
number four finally fell.
It all came down to the next ball, they would win with
eight and lose with seven. Joe looked over his shoulder
and saw looks of encouragement from Nate, Moria and
Georgia. Tim and Dane were having a heated discussion
over on the side and seemed to have lost interest in
the outcome, thinking their loss a forgone conclusion.
A conclusion that Joe proved wrong as only two pins
remained after his final roll. He stood there stunned,
just staring at the scoreboard as the computer tallied
up the totals and declared the Rockets League
Champions.
-=-=-=-
"I can't believe they gave Tim the MVP award," Moria
said in disgust after the League Coordinator finished
giving out the last of the trophies and the post
tournament party began to wind down.
"Well he did have the high score," Joe replied, still
working on only his third beer of the evening.
"Big fuckin' deal," the slightly intoxicated woman
objected. "If it weren't for you, it wouldn't be the
Rockets name that they're going to be engraving on the
trophy."
"I'm just glad we won," Joe smiled. "Besides, I'm sure
that little piece of plastic means more to him than it
ever would to me."
"It's still not right," Moria insisted.
"What's not right?" Georgia asked as she came up from
behind the two of them, her husband at he side.
"That they gave that selfish prick, Tim, the MVP,"
Moria repeated. "It was bad enough that we let him
stick us with his bimbo girlfriend. I think that they
should add her score to his and then average it out. We
would've been better of with..."
"I think you'd be better off with a couple of cups of
coffee," Georgia cut her off, never having been one to
hesitate saying just what was on her mind. "We won
girlfriend, lets just enjoy that. Next year we'll have
Carol back and all will be right with the world."
"Still not fair, Joe here deserves the trophy," Moria
went on, refusing to let the matter drop.
"Well be that as it may, what's done is done," Georgia
said, refusing to let her teammate spoil her own
victory celebration. "Me and Harry here were just
coming over to say goodnight. We're going to take our
party home with us were we can celebrate in private."
"The two of you have a safe trip home," Joe said,
shaking Harry's hand and giving Georgia a friendly kiss
on the cheek.
"It might not be a bad idea to call it a night as
well," Joe said after the married couple had left and
he noticed that Nate and his wife were also already
gone. "It looks like aside from us the only one's left
are Tim and Dana."
Moria looked over to the front of the bar where a crowd
of well-wishers were still buying Tim victory drinks,
or where gathered around Dana to admire her outfit, or
lack of it.
"Want to bet she's on her knees blowing one of those
guys before the nights over?" Moria said in a sarcastic
tone. "It wouldn't be the first time."
"I wouldn't know," Joe said, never having been much for
prying into the private lives of people.
"Are you really leaving?" Moria asked, changing the
subject.
"I guess so."
"Then I guess I am too," the redhead replied. "I'm
certainly not going to hang out with this bunch."
"How are you getting home?" Joe asked out of concern.
Moria looked up at the taller man and smiled,
appreciative of his concern. "Well I'm not going to
drive, if that's what you're worried about. I might be
a little plastered but I'm not stupid. I'll leave my
car here and call a cab or something."
"That's good," Joe replied, visibly relieved. "But how
about I just drop you off myself. There's no telling
how long you might have to wait for a car this late on
a Friday."
What he didn't mention was his concern that an
unscrupulous driver might take advantage of the younger
woman in her current condition. Old habits died hard,
he told himself.
"You live over in Scarborough, right?" Moria said,
remembering that Joe had once mentioned his house in
the nearby suburb. "Even at this time of night that has
to be at least forty-five minutes out of your way."
"I don't mind," he said.
"I do," Moria answered. "You're a nice guy, but I think
too many people take advantage of that."
"It's not taking advantage if you're doing it for me,"
Joe countered, changing track. "I'll sleep better
knowing you got home okay."
"In that case, I accept," the short redhead finally
gave in.
"Good," Joe smiled. "Just let me make a quick visit to
the little boys room and I'll meet you by the front
door."
As Joe exited the bar out of the back door and headed
for the restrooms, Moria gathered up her things. She
took one final look at the thinning crowd at the bar
and noticed Dana paying particular attention to one
good looking young man who couldn't have been more than
nineteen or twenty.
"Yup, I'd bet the rent that he's going to be the one,"
she told herself as she also headed for the door. "And
I'd also bet that Tim is so busy having smoke blown up
his ass by his fan club that he doesn't even notice
she's gone."
Joe was waiting by the front door when she got there,
taking her bowling bag to carry with his own. Together
they walked out into the parking lot were his truck was
parked. The cool night air hit Moria full on, helping
to bring some clarity back. She'd had more than a few
beers after the game. but even so was never as drunk as
people took her to be. She just liked to ride with it
and let her inhibitions out for a while now and then.
Pulling out onto the boulevard, Jim turned on the
radio, filling the front cab with light music.
Wordlessly they listened for a few blocks, then Moria
broke the silence.
"I hope I didn't embarrass you back there because I got
so pissed about Tim getting the MVP," she said.
"Not at all."
"There's just something him that ticks me off
sometimes," she expanded. "He's such an asshole."
"Is that just a general observation or is there a
particular reason you feel that way?"
"The way he thinks he's God's gift to women I guess,"
Moria said off the top of her head. "Not that I'd ever
want to defend Dana, but he's such a hypocrite the way
he comes down on her for paying attention to other
guys."
"So I take it that Tim has a roving eye as well?" Joe
said, not really that interested but making
conversation.
"A lot more than a roving eye," Moria laughed. "Twice
this year alone I had to point out to him that my ass
wasn't his bowling ball."
"I wish you'd told me that before," Joe said, now both
interested and concerned. "I'd have had a little talk
with him about it."
Moria turned and looked at the older man. From the look
on his face and the tone of his words, she had the
feeling that more than words might've been involved.
"It's okay, I finally convinced him that nothing was
ever going to happen and he stopped."
"How did you do that?" Joe asked curiously.
"I told him I was gay. After that, he pretty much lost
interest," Moria grinned. "In fact, I think he went out
of his way to keep his distance after I also dropped
some hints that I found Dana pretty cute. I think he
was worried I might be after her."
"Are you," Joe asked, thinking that he'd never seen
Moria with a guy or ever even heard her mention one.
"gay I mean."
Moria took a moment before answering, thinking that the
question hadn't been judgmental in tone, just curious.
"Nah, tied it once or twice back in high school," she
grinned. "It was an interesting experience, but not for
me. Besides, if I was I'd like to think I'd have better
taste than to be interested in someone like Dana. No, I
like men, just not assholes like Tim."
"Okay," Joe simply said.
"I just thought of something," Moria said, changing the
subject. "Are you sure your wife won't mind you're
going so far out of the way to drop me off. I have my
cell in my bag if you want to give her a call."
"It's kind of late to call her," Joe said in tone that
Moria found unusual as it had been one she'd never
heard before. "It'll be all right, don't worry about
it."
"I was really surprised that she didn't come tonight to
watch the championship game," Moria added. "I know you
said she really didn't like bowling after she came to
the first few games but the finals. I know I'd have
been there even if a guy I was seeing played a sport I
really hated."
"Well Gina wasn't feeling too well either," Joe said,
giving Moria the impression that he was making excuses.
"Shit!" Joe exclaimed as he realized that he'd missed a
stop sign that was ill lit and partially blocked by a
large overgrown bush.
The intersection had been empty, but his infraction
hadn't been unobserved. Multi-colored lights came to
life on a white cruiser that had been parked in the
corner gas station and a quick blast of a siren called
for him to pull over.
Joe opened his driver's side window, then brought his
hands up to where the approaching Police Officer could
see them. He waited patiently for the patrolman to ask
for his license and registration, which he quickly
produced.
"Have you been drinking tonight?" the officer whose
nameplate read Logan asked.
"I had a few beers, but well under the limit, officer,"
Joe offered, surprising Moria whose attitude as far as
cops were concerned was not to answer anything you
could avoid.
"Would you mind getting out of the car, sir?" Logan
asked, his hand automatically moving just a noticeable
closer distance to his service revolver.
"Certainly, no problem," Joe replied, motioning for
Moria to stay where she was and that he would take care
of everything.
Moria watched as Joe followed the officer back to the
patrol car, thinking that they were going to ask him to
take a Breathalyzer test. Then, unexpectedly, the
officer called over to his partner, who had been
keeping position on the other end of the truck.
The older officer walked around and took the wallet the
first had taken from Joe. He took a quick look, then
said, first a few words to Joe, then to his younger
partner. Finally, the older officer shook Joe's hand
and the two cops climbed back into their car and took
off, without even writing him up a warning.
"What happened back there?" Moria asked as Joe slid
back into the truck. "I thought for sure I was going to
have to find another way home."
"They just decided to cut me a break, that's all," Joe
said as he started up the engine and reached for the
shift.
"Somehow I don't buy that," Moria said, thinking that
Joe's tone when he said that matched exactly the one
when he talked about his wife. "You didn't give them
money or anything, did you?"
"No!" Joe automatically replied.
He sat there for a few seconds, then turned off the car
again. Reaching into his pocket, he took out his wallet
for the second time and handed it to Moria. When she
opened it, she found a small gold shield.
"You're a cop?" she said in surprise, thinking that
when he'd joined the team he'd told everyone that he
worked at the local tool depot.
"Was," Joe corrected her. "I've been retired fifteen
months. They were just passing along a little
professional curtsey."
"Where were you a cop?" Moria asked, handing back the
wallet and badge.
"I had twenty-nine years on the NYPD," Joe explained,
"until I had a little problem with cancer that forced
me to put in my papers. After that, I moved down here."
"You have cancer?"
"Well they tell me that they got all of it," Joe said,
"but I still get checked out twice a year. Until they
tell me different, I don't worry too much about it."
"I guess that's the best attitude to have," Moria said,
thinking that she had just learned more about his past
in the last ten minutes than she had in the last three
months.
Joe started the car again, pulling out onto the county
road. They went a few more minutes, passing a small
diner just off the road. That gave Moria an idea.
"You know, maybe Georgia was right," she said. "Do you
think we could stop for a cup?"
"Why not," Joe replied as he made a U-turn and headed
back.
-=-=-=-
"Oh that's much better," Moria said as she finished off
her first cup of coffee and signaled for a refill.
Joe was still working on his first cup, but the
waitress refilled it anyway.
"I am keeping you way too late," Moria said as she
started on the second brew. "I really think you should
call your wife, she might think you've had an accident
or something."
"Gina went home to New York two months ago," Joe
finally admitted. "She's not coming back."
"Oh I'm sorry," Moira said a little shocked.
"It was a long time coming," Joe went on, "moving down
here away from all her friends was just the final
straw."
"Why didn't you go back with her?"
"Nothing really back there for me," Joe answered. "We
never had any kids and frankly, I kind of like it down
here."
"Well I'm glad of that," Moria smiled, finishing off
the last of her coffee. "I like having you for a
friend."
"Me too," Joe smiled.
Almost an hour passed as, the small falsehoods out of
the way, Moria and Joe had possibly the longest
discussion they'd ever had. He told her of life back in
New York, and she talked about growing up in Blackwood
County. The better times with his wife also came up, as
well as a few of Moria's relationships.
"So I told him to pack his stuff and get the hell out,"
Moria said as she finished the story of her last
relationship. "That was six months ago."
"Well from what you tell me, I think that was the right
thing to do," Joe said as the waitress returned to the
table to tell them they were about to close up.
"I guess we should be going then," Joe said as he
dropped a few bills on the table to cover the bill and
the two bundled back up to head back out into the
night.
-=-=-=-
It was just about half past midnight when Joe's truck
pulled up in front of the small three family building
in which she lived. She led him to a side entrance, and
then down to the door of the basement apartment.
"It's not much, but then I've never needed much," she
said in way of apology as they entered the small studio
apartment.
"I think it's a lot better than some of the places I've
lived in over the years," Joe replied, thinking that
while small, it was at least clean and comfortable.
"Can I offer you something to drink," Moria asked as
she closed the door behind her, "beer, coffee?"
"I think I've had enough of both for the night," Joe
answered.
"How about a blow job then?"
"Excuse me?" Joe said as he turned around, sure he had
heard Moria wrong.
"That was pretty crude, I have to admit," she said as
she closed the small distance between them, "but to be
honest, I haven't been able to think of anything else
for the last hour."
"I'm not sure I understand," Joe said, thinking that
was the truest thing he'd said all night.
"I..." Moria said, choosing her words slowly and
carefully, "have had a thing for you almost since the
first day I met you. You are everything that I admire
in a man and if it wasn't for the fact that I knew you
were married, and that you're not the kind of man to
take that lightly, I would've tried to jump your bones
a long time ago."
"Moria, I'm touched, I really am," Joe said, the look
on his face showing how stunned he was. "I like you
too, I really do. I think you're an exceptional young
woman. If things were different, if we were different,
well..."
"Why, because I'm young enough to be your daughter?"
she cut him off.
"Well that's one thing."
"Newsflash, I'm not your daughter, so why should that
matter," Moria quickly retorted. "And it's not like I'm
some wistful teenage girl just out of high school
trying to come to grips with an older man fixation. I
might not be as old as you, but I'm hardly a virgin.
I've been around the block a few times. So now that
we've got that out of the way, what else do you have?
And don't say I've had too much to drink because right
now I'm probably more sober than you are."
Joe had to take a deep breath. In one spurt, Moria had
blown right past his strongest argument.
"What would people think?" he weakly offered.
"Well I think not a few of them would say, look at that
old guy with the young babe on his arm," Moria grinned,
"I wish I were him. As for the rest, fuck 'em, who
cares what they think anyway?"
Moria was now close enough to Joe to put her arms
around his neck, pulling him close enough to press her
small breasts against his chest. Pressing her leg
between his, Moria knew that while his words might've
been hesitant, his body had already made up its mind.
"Any other objections?" she asked as she pulled his
mouth to hers and kissed him.
"I haven't done anything like this is quite some time,"
he said in capitulation as their lips came apart.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," Moria laughed softly,
knowing full well that gentle was the furthest thing
from her mind.
-=-=-=-
After a moment's hesitation, Joe returned the passion
of Moria's kiss. Their tongues intertwined in his mouth
as she took hold of his hands and placed them against
her small breasts, inviting him to feel them. As he
squeezed her mounds, he could feel her nipples grow
stiff beneath the thin material of her bowling shirt
and the lace bra beneath. All the while, their kiss
grew more passionate.
Moria dropped her left hand down between his legs,
running her fingers up and down his erection. He moaned
into her mouth as her hand pressed against his cock,
feeling his hardness. A hardness she couldn't wait any
longer for.
Even as their lips parted, Moria's hands were already
undoing Joe's belt and the zipper below. She pulled
down his pants, dropping to her knees with them. Joe
was stuck speechless as Moria ran her hand across the
not unimpressive prominence in his boxers. She leaned
in and kissed the bulge, pausing only a heartbeat
before pulling down his underwear.
"Wow!" she sighed softly as Joe's full hardness hung
only inches from her mouth. The hair around his manhood
might've been a mix of brown, gray and white, but the
seven inches protruding from the multi-colored tangle
would've made a teenager swell with pride.
Moria reached out again, with both hands this time, and
ran her fingers down the length of his shaft and up
under his balls. Closing one hand around his cock, she
slowly stroked the hard member a few times, then guided
it to her waiting mouth.
"OOOhhhhh!!!" Joe gasped as he felt the silky wetness
of her lips slide over his skin, even as greater warmth
wrapped itself around his entire cock.
Even if he had a clear head at the moment, which he
certainly didn't, Joe would've been hard pressed to
remember the last time his wife had taken him in this
way. Certainly it had been more than ten years since
they'd shared any real degree of intimacy.
Moria traced slow circles all around his shaft, running
her tongue back and forth. She drew him again into her
mouth, tightening her grip around the base to keep him
from climaxing too soon.
Her head bobbed back and forth as she pulled him deep
inside, then let him slide back. The tiny tingles her
tongue brought forth grew in size, as did the pressures
building within him. Joe moaned again as Moria
continued to play with his cock and balls. With a
practiced skill that his soon to be ex-wife never
developed, the twenty-six year old soon brought him to
the verge of orgasm.
Moria was now sucking his cock with such vigor that he
could feel his need to climax in every part of his
body. Every lick of her tongue, every time she mouthed
him whole, Joe felt like he was going to explode. It
was such a wonderful, and long absent, feeling.
Finally, Moria released her hold on his balls and felt
the rush as her new lover erupted into her mouth. She
deep throated his cock, catching every drop and
savoring both the taste and the knowledge that this was
but the beginning of what was to come. She held him
tight until he had no more to give and only let go when
he grew soft and slipped from her mouth. Wiping her
lips with her tongue, she relished the last vestige of
his orgasm.
-=-=-=-
Rising to her feet, Moria kissed him again, bringing
her hands up and, starting with the top button, undid
his bowling shirt. Leaving it hanging open, she pulled
up the T-shirt beneath to reveal a still muscular chest
only lightly covered with hair. Spreading out her
fingers, the redhead ran her hands back and forth
across his chest, leaving a pleasing tingle in their
wake. Applying a soft pressure, she walked Joe back
toward the bed and down onto its edge.
Moria lifted his legs and pulled off his shoes and
socks, followed by the pants and underwear piled above
them. Joe smiled as she kissed him again, before taking
a few steps back and reaching for the buttons of her
own blouse.
This time her hands moved slowly, undoing one button at
a time to expose the soft flesh beneath. By the time
she was a third of the way down, patches of dark blue
also appeared in the form of a lace bra. More
decorative than supportive, the breasts within were
small but perfectly proportioned to her tiny frame. Her
black slacks followed, along with her sneakers until
all she was wearing was that bra and a matching pair of
panties.
"You like?" she smiled at Joe, who had been content to
sit silently and enjoy the show.
"Most definitely," the older man replied.
"Then why don't you do the rest," she added as she
retraced her steps and moved closer.
More than willing, Joe reached up and around her,
undoing the clasp of her bra. She dropped her arms to
let it fall on to his lap. His eyes were drawn to the
small, bright pink nipples that capped each of her
breasts, an observation not lost on Moria. She shifted
position to bring those pert tips to his mouth.
"Oh yes," Moria moaned softly as Joe's tongue washed
across her nipples, sending ripples of joy radiating
outward.
She ran her hands across his short hair, pressed him
hard against her flesh. His touch bringing the
fulfillment of many an idle night's dreams.
Joe's hands ran down her back, massaging her flesh as
he worked his way down to her panty covered ass.
Slipping his thumbs under the waistband, he pulled the
cotton undergarment downward until gravity did the
rest. Then his open palms pressed against the soft
cheeks, playing with them with equal vigor.
"Oh Baby, you don't know how much I've wanted you these
past few months," the redhead moaned as she pressed her
body even harder against his.
"I have to admit," Joe said as he paused and let her
nipples slip from his mouth, "that I've grown rather
fond of you these have thought of you too, but I never
imagined that you..."
"Hush," Moria said as she placed a slender finger
against his mouth to cut off his words. "We can talk
all about that in the morning. Right now, I just want
to fuck!"
As much as part of him wanted to discuss the
implications of what a future relationship between the
two of them might be, the part of him more in control
at this moment could hardly argue with that sentiment.
Not that the smaller woman was even going to give him a
choice.
She grabbed him again, her mouth meeting his in a deep,
hungry kiss. Their tongues interlocked as their bodies
rocked back in forth in each other's arms.
Kisses soft and sweet, alternating with long and deep
passed between them as Moria's now pulled off his
shirts, exposing his bare skin. Dropping lower, she ran
her tongue across his chest, running the tip across his
nipples, teasing them with its wetness. Joe let loose
with a pleasing moan of his own, enjoying her wild
abandon.
Moria continued to move her mouth across ever inch of
his flesh, even as she undid the rest of his clothing.
In no time at all, there wasn't a part of his body she
hadn't partaken of. In the end, the fires within her
were so out of control that she'd actually ripped off
his underwear.
The intensity of her lust was almost disconcerting to
Joe. Certainly, it was far beyond anything his wife had
ever exhibited, even when they'd first been married. It
was hard for him to imagine any woman could get so
worked up over him. Yet at the same time, it was a
pleasing thought indeed.
Again using her hands, Moria stroked his cock with her
fingers, running them up and down his length and then
taking hold as she pumped it a few times, enjoying his
hardness. Joe watched with anticipation as she leaned
in and ran her tongue along the underside of his cock,
working her way to the tip and then back again. A
motion she repeated two more times as Joe closed his
eyes and floated in the warm sensations his body was
awash in. Sensations that increased tenfold as she
again took him inside her mouth.
"Oh God!" Joe gasped as Moria slowly drew him deep
inside her, pumping the base of his cock at the same
time.
Her tongue raced back and forth, massaging his manhood
to renewed hardness. Unlike her earlier effort, this
time she just wanted to get him ready for an even
moister embrace. One that burned with expectation. Her
head bobbed up and down a few times as she deep-
throated him, her small mouth taking more of him than
he would ever have imagined.
Letting his fully erect cock fall from her mouth a few
minutes later, Moria shifted her body so that she could
rub its length against that of her own sex. The feel of
him against that most sensitive of places was enough to
drive her over the edge.
With a firm hold on the center of his shaft, she rubbed
the head of his cock along the length of her womanhood,
soaking it with the lubricating nectar their passion
had produced.
"Oooooooo," Moria cried out as she guided his cock
inside of her and her tightness wrapped around him.
Joe echoed with a quieter, but nonetheless pleasing cry
as he shared their mutual delight. It had been so long
since he'd been this intimate with a woman that he'd
just about forgotten how miraculous it could feel.
"Oh baby," Moria gushed as she pulled him tighter,
"I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard
that I can't take it anymore, and then I want you to
fuck me even harder."
Joe responded with actions, not words as he pressed his
hands firmly against the small woman's ass and lifted
her off the floor. Moria helped by wrapping, first her
arms around his neck, then her legs around his waist.
She added her own movements to the older man's thrusts,
driver him deeper with each repetition.
"Oh yes," she cried out, a sentiment again shared by
her new lover as the fires deep within them continued
to burn, multiplying in intensity with each passing
heartbeat.
Faster, harder, Joe pushed his cock deeper into Moria
as she slammed her own body down to receive it. Each
repetition blended into the next until the blur of
movement merged with the wondrous sensations they
produced to bath both of them in warm ecstasy.
Unwilling to settle for the limits their upright
embrace imposed, Joe carried Moria to the edge of the
bed where, without missing a stroke, Joe bent down and
laid her out across it. She unwrapped her legs from
around him spreading them outward until his hands
closed around her ankles and lifted them higher and
even further apart. All the while the bulk of his body
continued to press deep within her.
Sweat ran freely down both their bodies, coupled with a
racing of hearts and a shortening of breaths. Both
could see the finish line in their race of desire, a
contest neither wanted to be the first to cross. In
this case, victory would indeed be a tie.
"Oh... God, I'm... going to..." Joe gasped in a
breathless voice, unable to spare the strength to
finish his thought.
A thought that Moria finished for him in word and deed
as she cried out the last word even as her body
exploded in orgasm. tremors ripping through her even as
the walls of her sex closed tightly around that part of
Joe that had become one with her.
Similar eruptions raced across his own sweaty form as
Joe felt repeated bursts of his orgasm rush from every
part of his body and filled Moria with the results of
his desire. A feeling that made him feel like he was
once more a kid just out of high school.
Even after he had no more to give, Joe kept going until
he could feel the last tremors fade from Moria's
quaking body. Only then did he take one last deep
breath before falling exhausted beside her.
It took a long minute before he could again form words,
and even then they were short and uneven.
"I... I didn't think I still had that in me?" he
panted.
"Actually," Moria smiled as she rolled her head to face
his, "I think it was me you had it in."
Joe smiled at the silly joke.
"I don't care what the league says," Moria added as she
reached out and ran her fingers across the matted hairs
of his chest. "You're definitely the MVP, at least in
my book, or should that be bed?"
"MVP huh," Joe again smiled, his grin growing ever
larger.
"So does that come with a trophy?"
"No trophy," Moria laughed as she rolled on top of him
and kissed him softly, "but it does involve coming as
many times as you can handle it."
"Well that sounds like a lot more fun that some little
piece of plastic," Joe replied as he returned her kiss,
his arms wrapping around her.
"I think you'd be surprised how much fun a little piece
of plastic could be," Moria giggled as she reached down
and gave his semi-soft cock a playful tug. "But right
now, I think this is more than enough of a trophy for
me. Ready to go a few more frames?" she asked with
visible enthusiasm.
"I think I might need a little more time between
games," Joe said reluctantly, hoping she wasn't too
disappointed. "My pin setter doesn't reset the lanes as
quick as it used to."
"That's okay, there's more than one way to get this
kitten purring," Moria offered as she kissed him again,
playfully slipping her tongue in and out of his mouth.
"Why don't we just give you a little handicap and see
what you can do with your other assets to make up the
difference?"
The tingle of her tongue against his left little doubt
to what assets Moria was referring to. Shifting his
body to bring those into play, Joe couldn't help but
think there were aspects to bowling that he'd never
considered before. Still, he was sure that with Moria's
help, it wouldn't be long before he would be able to
add most improved player to his list of
accomplishments.
A goal that the young redhead seems more than willing
to help him strive for.
END
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