James shows her his moves

Lying there half awake Amanda plays back the last few days in her mind. It doesn't surprise her she passed out. Between the beer, the job hunt stress and Jack's talented tongue it was bound to happen. She sighs. "Focus, girl," she quietly growls. "You have yet to properly thank Jack and James for their help." She smiles, "make that improperly thank them."

She then frowns. “Oh Lord, I know I'm not a good girl and certainly not a bright girl, but I'm doing the best I can with what I've got. Just let me do this one thing for the boys and I promise I'll get my sorry ass into church come next Sunday.”

Sliding her feet to the floor she quietly steals into the john to empty her bladder and make pretty all anew. Fifteen later she reenters the main room and wrapping her arms to James broad shoulders, kisses him atop his shaved skull. “You ready for me, hot stuff,” she snickers.

“Always,” he laughs.”Always for you, babe.”

“Then show me your moves.”

Palming the football lying at his feet, James walks her over an open patch of floor. Behind him Jack is doing his best to ignore them, moves over to his bed. Meanwhile James bends Amanda over, arranges her feet and places the football just under nose.

“Okay, babe, you're the center. It's your job to snap that ball back when I say hike.”

Moving around behind her, he reaches in through her thighs and says, Hike. Flicking the ball back she almost falls on her nose.

“Okay, good,” he says reestablishing her position. “This time though trying hiking the ball with only one hand. You'll want to place the other hand firmly on the ground. Otherwise the opposing rusher will just climb over you to get me.” She senses how his hands are slowly rubbing her ass cheeks while he talks and how his dick is rising up to full mast.. She gives him a knowing snort. The next move between her legs is not going to be the ball moving back, but his dick moving forward. Sure as shit he going to spear her this time.

Anchoring both hands firmly to floor, she scoots her legs one inch further apart and takes a deep breath. James isn't long so much as thick, still taking any man in one quick thrust is always a rush for her.

Contrary to Heisenberg's thinking the knowing of an action doesn't always alter the reaction. Readied for James to make penetration Amanda still squeals in surprised delight when it happens. Thrust forward between her legs his member successfully bumps her pussy for a meet & greet and pushes in.

James likewise shutters at the feel of her tight pussy clamping down on his thick dick. By sure **** of will and a held breathe he stems the onrush for all but one small jet of jhism.

So much for the withdrawal option, James sighs. I hope she's on the pill.

Meanwhile another physics principle is coming into play. According to Newton's principles of motion, Momentum must be conserved. Bumped up by my a man fully twice her mass Amanda falls forward unto her knees and elbows. James, his dick still locked in, follows her down. The second crash drives Amanda further forward. James' mass drives crushes her the floor emptying her lungs of air.

“What the fuck,” James grunts after the fact. A second later he pulls his thoughts together enough to ask Amanda how she fared.

“I'm okay,” she answers. Then with a giggled suggests she wear pads next time. “Get off me, you oaf,” she finishes.

The thousand thousand drills of training camp pays off. Pushing himself up on well muscled arm James pulls out rolling over to her side. Able to breathe again Amanda starts laughing in earnest.

“Well fuck,” James snarls, thinking Amanda's moment of interest has passed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeats.

“Slow down, sugar,” she giggles from her raised elbow perch, “We're not done yet. Not by a mile. But what say we move this act some place softer.”

“Fuck yes,” James happily answers.