Ronnie wants a date

"A date," Ronnie declares and is greeted by jeers from the crowd.

You stand there, naked and oiled and ready to submit to being fucked or sucking him, and this ugly old nerd wants a date with you.

"I'm only 18," you object over the booing of the crowd. "You've got to be 35."

"42!" Ronnie says, smiling at your compliment, "but I eat right and exercise."

Still too old for you to date, you think, but don't say. Despite the jeering crowd you agree to Ronnie's prize.

"I'll pick you up next Friday," he says.

"Okay," you say and give him a peck on the cheek before walking into the dressing area. The jeering of the crowd dies down as the next match begins. You shower and dress and greet Sara Cleft outside the changing room. She's grinning from ear-to-ear.

"Don't even say anything to me," you say in mock anger.

"You were fantastic," she falls in beside you and then gives your butt a smack, "and you made a new friend."

"I think I need a drink," you say.

You and Sara head down to the lounge area and enjoy a few cocktails. You share war stories of boyfriends good and bad, you brush off flirting men, and you cozy up to each other. In a few hours you're both completely drunk, kissing and touching each other right there in the lounge.

You ignore the drunks and the men who struck out and the people who are just tired after partying through the night and you start to kiss Sara's neck. You slide off of her onto the floor at ter feet, push her dress up her creamy thighs as she moans with excitement, and then bury your face between her legs. You pull her panties aside with your teeth and in no time your licking her sweet pussy right there in the lounge, sucking her clit and tongue-fucking her until she cums against your lips.

She pulls you up and you make out some more, letting her taste her own juices before she pushes you onto your hands and knees on the couch. Sara pushes your coat up to show off your luscious ass then begins kissing your cheeks. Her fingers pull your thong away and her face presses against you, her tongue wriggling up your honeyed hole and her nose between the cheeks of your ass. She licks and sucks you, fingers you while she tongues your tight ass, and sends you crashing into an intense orgasm that earns you both applause from the men in the room.

After that you're both a little flushed and woozy, so Sara calls a cab and takes you home. Much to the delight of the cab driver you spend most of the ride making out with her. He's sort of cute in a middle eastern way. He objects when you awkwardly climb into the front seat, but stops his complaining when you fish out his thick, uncut tube of meat and swallow it. Sara fingers herself in the back while the poor cabbie tries to drive and get blown at the same time.

He finally pulls off into the parking lot of a closed store and you push him over on the seat and straddle his face. He grabs your ass and pulls you down, spearing you on his tongue, moustache scratching against your clit, while Sara gets out of the car and opens his door to continues blowing him. You end up turned around, riding his mouth while Sara rides his cock. You kiss and fondle Sara while the swarthy cabbie tongues your little slit to an intense orgasm and then blasts a huge load into Sara's MILF cunt.

Still insanely horny, you climb off the cab driver. While he's gasping for breath you get under Sara and tongue his salty goo straight out of Sara's well-fucked hole. You can taste his cum and her sweet nectar and you greedily lap out every drop and then lick her clit until she cums. Still not done, you bend over the cab and demand to be ass fucked. The thick-dicked middle easterner spits on your clenched butthole and then crams his cock up your ass, pounding your creamy white cheeks until he squirts his second load of the night deep into your guts. He lays heavily against your back, panting and gasping from effort.

The rest of the cab ride is free, needless to say.

The next day you are unbelievably hungover and sore, but you find time to visit Sara and talk about what happened. Over the coming week you stop by a couple times, particularly when the kids are gone, "helping" in the basement with "laundry" and "cleaning" her bedroom. These chores usually involve the voluptuous mom riding your face or tonguing your teenage holes.

You don't forget about Ronnie's date. And when Friday rolls around your parents are luckily out dancing or something. You get dressed up in a mini-skirt and a low-cut blouse that hugs your figure that really show off your cleavage. The doorbell rings and despite yourself you feel a flutter of nerves.

You wonder how the date is going to go.