Training

Me blowing two huge loads over Jarelle's buxom chest was a turning point for our relationship. Jarelle loved it and was even turned on by it. Our conversations would often turn sexual in the upcoming weeks. Jarelle would tease me subtly in school by brushing her hand across my dick or bending over to show me a hint of her sexy cleavage.

Trainings were a little more bearable, as Jarelle was normally focused on it and wasn't teasing me incessantly. Our jerseys and training kits were white and when drenched with sweat, it become almost see through. It had been about the sixth or seventh session after our escapade at her house, and she was wearing that black NIKE sports bra I've fantasized about. It showed some cleavage, and had a tiny zip while the NIKE was accentuated by her perfect mounds.

It was a Friday evening, and the skies were already turning dark rapidly. A vast majority of the hockey team had already left before our normal cool down run due to various other commitments. Before I knew it, only Jarelle and I were left stretching and cooling down, while the rest had either left or trickled to the showers.

"Oh gosh, my top is so tight when it is drenched with sweat." Jarelle exclaimed, taking her top off. She gave me a sly wink. We continued our cool down stretches for another good 5 minutes. I tried to keep my eyes where I should keep them but they lasered onto a bead of sweat of Jarelle's neck and I traced it all the way till it went into her cleavage where it disappeared. I gulped as I took in the sight of my pretty buxom babe and I could feel my erection growing. When I shifted my eyes back up, our eyes met and I was caught staring.

"Let's go." Jarelle said, out of the blue. I assumed that we were heading to the showers, as we had grabbed our bags. However, Jarelle pulled on my hand and led the way. I had recognized that it was actually away from the normal team showers we use after training. It was a relatively remote alley way.

"Babe?" I questioned Jarelle.

"This is for the teachers." Jarelle whispered and pushed open the door, activating the motion sensors. We went into a cubicle and Jarelle hastily locked it.

We had dropped our bags, turned on the shower to rinse off all the sweat and were sharing a deep lustful kiss. Her tongue searching lustfully for mine, while her hand had shot to my dick and rubbing my erected cock unceremoniously. I was groping her boobs through her sports bra and my left hand grabbed her ass and pushed her deeper against my hard cock.

“Oh baby, it feels so good…” Jarelle moaned into my ear.

We continued to kiss and I gradually slipped my hands off her perfect boobs and downwards, down her navel into her training shorts. Fuck, she was cleanly shaven and undeniably wet. She was radiating heat and her panties were soaked by not water, but her pussy juices.

I was rubbing up and down her naked slit, teasing her wet little pussy. Jarelle had extracted my hard cock out of my pants and started stroking my erection. She lacked finesse in her lust-driven state but her small hand was shooting rapidly up and down my cock. I broke the kiss and said, “You seem really horny today baby.”

"I can’t stop thinking of the last time you shot your load all over my boobs baby." Jarelle moaned as she admitted her lust.

I eased my middle finger slowly into her tight wet snatch and Jarelle let out an "Oh god...." as her hand continued to pump my cock. I was rubbing and administering more pressure on her clit with my thumb. Jarelle's moans were getting louder and louder. With one hand on my cock, Jarelle's other hand was groping her own boobs and pinching her own nipples as her clit became more and more sensitive as I went in circles and circles, stimulating it.

Jarelle's eager and quick handjob was bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm, but I didn't want to cum like that. I plunged my finger in and out of Jarelle's wet pussy as fast as I could, hitting her G-spot consistently.

"YYYEEEEESSSSSS!!!" Jarelle screamed. "Fuuuuccckk – OHHH – FUUUUUCK!!"

She convulsed and her grip of my cock loosened, providing my hard and sore cock some reprieve. She was in her hypersensitive state and Jarelle looked at me, biting her lip and her eyes betraying her raw passion. I rubbed her clit and fingered her slowly and steadily, before switching it up and just raw finger-fucking her. She had a couple more orgasms, before her legs buckled and she was relying on me for support.

"That was fucking incredible...." Jarelle panted. We shared a tongue-twisting kiss as I groped her fabulous mounds and her hand returned to my hard cock.

"Fuck my tits babe." Jarelle said as she kneeled in front of me.

I slid my cock under her sports bra and thrusted immediately in between her cleavage. I cupped the sides of her boobs, engulfing my cock in an embrace of titflesh. My cock was spitting pre-cum out, lubricating her cleavage. Jarelle stuck her tongue out and lapped at my cock slit, tonguing it everytime it poked out of her boobs.

Fucking her voluptuous tits proved too much for me and before I knew it, I shouted, "Fuck, I am cumming!" as I timed my thrusts to shoot spurt after spurt of hot copious cum onto her face and buxom chest.