Game day

With all of this going on, you could be forgiven for thinking my family life was boring. I had 2 kids getting ready for college, though, so a lot of time was spent on applications, campus visits (admittedly, I didn't go on most of these), test prep, projects, and the like. Beth, Charlie, and I pooled resources, since Beth's daughter Melissa was also going through the same thing. This was a good part of what Beth usually came over to my house for (other than the sex). Ashley was doing the same things, and she commented that Tom O'Malley had an unusual breadth of knowledge on the subject for someone who had recently graduated when we talked about it.

I had mostly been leaving my family out of things, other than minor items like giving my house a pool. I had even re-instated chores for my kids rather than having them do themselves like they did when it was my turn. I wasn't raising lazy kids; we made them earn their allowance and they weren't going to be like those kids that got to college and couldn't do their own laundry.

It was early March, and the temperatures were back up to the low 60s. I was spending this Saturday sitting in the bleachers in a park, watching my son and his team playing the team from another school. The Heatwaves (us) were facing off against the Bluejays (some other school). My son, Thomas was not the best of soccer players, but far from the worst, as his place on the team could attest. He was good but inconsistent, and no one, including him, had been counting on any sports scholarships. This was not a great game for our team, and we were lucky to be only trailing 2-4. The best player on the team was Brandon Liggett, who was our only player being scouted by colleges. he was also a good friend of my son and had helped get him into the sport in the first place. Natalie, his older sister, had been all-state in high school and was now a big star at UT Austin, so it ran in the family. She was seated behind me in the bleachers, and being entirely too enthusiastic. "Jesus Christ!" I heard behind me, as Thomas fumbled a pass and the other team got the ball. "If he can't pass any better than that, they should yank him."

I don't take sports too seriously. It was a nice extracurricular for Thomas, good fun, and exercise. We all like to win, but it's just a game between schools,. nothing serious. Most of the team was there to play, it was mostly the Liggett family that was super gung ho. Like most parents, I don't much like public criticism of my kid (even if in this case it might be a bit valid). "They're just kids, Jesus," I said, yelled backwards at her. "Calm down." I was going to leave it at that, but then she couldn't let it go. "Too bad if I insulted your kid, but if he can't play the game he ought to stop screwing it up for the ones who can," she replied.

I always dislike rudeness, and rudeness together with nastiness really sets me off. I did not take kindly to her remark."Don't you think it's about time you put soccer into perspective?" I shot back, not nicely. "Don't blame me if your kid doesn't have what it takes," she replied. That was the last straw.

"Now you're going to apologize for that remark, you arrogant little bitch, or I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life," I said coldly, turning to her and making the rest of the world ignore us. I could see a bit of fear in her eyes as she saw she had crossed a line with me, but she wasn't about to back down. "Shove it, jerk," was all she said, which was all I needed. "I think I will shove it," I said icily. "Right up your ass." Her eyes widened and I stood up, and she began waving and looking around frantically at the other parents in the bleachers and standing nearby. No one was paying us the slightest attention, watching the field. Just to rub it in, Thomas suddenly scored in a brilliant move (not outside his own abilities, but I gave him a quick boost to rub her face in it). "You leave me alone, asshole," she said raising her voice, trying to attract the attention of people nearby. I moved up to her level and grabbed her t-shirt, ripping it off her with a single pull. She screamed in shock.

I pushed her down on the bleacher seat with one hand, pulling her bra off with the other. She was confused, looking around frantically. Why was no one helping her? My hand reached for her shorts and ripped them away too and she gave an ear-shattering screech. No one heard her, but her scream did have an effect on me. I had let my anger get the better of me again, after swearing I wouldn't let it after Merianne. I wanted to humble this girl, but this was ****, and I was not okay with it. I was not going to do it like this.

I made her horny for me, and I made her want it, and she stopped backing up and lay herself out on the bench, spreading her legs wide, her tanned, muscular athlete body laying open before me, her small, hard tits sticking up. "Come on, fuck me," she said, running her hands over herself to entice me. "I really need it." She was hot as hell. She dug both hands into her cunt as I watched, spreading herself. All around us, everyone continued to look at the filed, oblivious to the ready-to-fuck naked college girl spread out next to them "Fuck me, dammit," she screamed, looking straight at me and pulling her cunt wide open, humping up at me, her volume no longer meant to attract any attention but my own.

"Ask nicely," I answered, still a little peeved but with my anger mostly spent against myself for what almost did. "Oh god, please fuck me. Please!" she begged, letting out a plaintive wine. I pulled myself out through my fly and slid my cock into her tight, hot, wet fuckhole with no preliminaries (she didn't need any), and slammed as hard as I could, grinding our crotches against each other. "Yeah! Do it again!" she cried, egging me on. I didn't waste any time with her (I really was here to watch the game), and I had made her so hot that it didn't take much. She started her orgasm on my third stroke and screamed until I finished shooting her full of my juice. No one so much as batted an eye; all I could hear was cheers or jeers for the various teams around me as i scored my own goal.

The game went into overtime, with Brian finally securing the win barely by squeaking a shot past the opposing goalie (I was proud because Thomas had given him the pass he needed to get it). Meanwhile, I had Natalie cleaning our juices off my cock, then sucking me for the rest of the gamer, then cleaning again when I came in her mouth. As the game wound down, I let Natlie come down too, and she found her clothing, mysteriously undamaged, on the bleacher next to her and began to get dressed. Natalie looked at me knowing something strange had just happened, but unable to put her confusion into words. I had just made her too hot to care, not made her oblivious to the strangeness like I had everyone else around. "You know you still need to be punished, Natalie," I said to her; she looked around but of course no one found what I was saying odd. "Boy, you came like a madwoman, didn't you?" I added. She nodded, still confused.

We walked out to the parking lot with Thomas and Brandon, who were excitedly chattering about barely pulling out a victory. As we got to the cars and prepared to split up, I decided what I would do and grabbed Natlie's arm, tuning her toward me "So, you like to badmouth and insult people, and that's bad. So from now on, if you a conversation with any guy for more than a couple sentences, you offer him a blowjob." I enjoyed the look of shock on her face, as she knew that what I just said was now true. "If any of them ask for more, like another blowjob or a fuck or anything, you'll give it to them. Nothing that will hurt you, though," I added, just in case. "We'll talk as next week's game and to see if you learned your lesson. Okay?"

She just nodded, dumbstruck, as Thomas and I got in our van. She knew she was going to do exactly what I said. I made make certain that no one thought there was anything strange in being offered a blowjob by Natalie Liggett, or in doing anything else with her, but I left her sense of strangeness intact. I'd have hated for her to get in trouble or something; I didn't want her in jail for indecent exposure or solicitation or anything like that. "Remember Natalie, blowjobs for everybody," I shouted out my window as we pulled away.

Brandon smiled and waved as we left, and Thomas waved back. Natalie just stared, still looking around to see if anybody had heard. I imagined after we left she asked Brandon about it.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil