Sex at the Rookie Tournament

“Come on big boy, show her a good time,” Cindy calls out to John. He looks nervous as the crowd chants for him to fuck Opal. “FUCK HER! FUCK HER!” Cindy leads the crowd in encouragement. John and Opal approach each other, the tall bug catcher towers over the blue haired girl. All the screens around the stadium show a close up of them. They’re talking but there aren’t any mics on the field, you can see John’s nervousness. The crowd is growing restless waiting for the action to start. Cindy follows up with, “We don’t have all day!”

Opal looks around at the crowd before finally taking the first step, she pulls her blouse off, exposing her perky tits to the entire audience. “Finally!” Cindy cheers alongside the crowd. Opal lowers herself to her knees, fiddling with John’s belt as everyone watches. It doesn’t take long before Cindy lets out an, “Wow, John is hung.” Opal strokes the massive member, the cameras are zoomed in on her face. Her tongue runs along the underside of John’s cock as her hand continues to stroke him.

“Damn, I hope my opponent is that hot,” Humphrey says next to you.

Opal takes John into her mouth, her lips hanging on to every inch of his shaft. “Damn, you know your way around a dick,” Cindy laughs. You can actually see Opal roll her eyes this time, thanks to the zoom on her face. John’s cock springs free of her oral grasp, she says something. John looks down at her before grabbing the hem of his shirt. “Damn, someone give that boy my number,” Cindy fans herself off. The sweat glistening off your boyfriend’s rock hard abs, you can sense his nervousness fading as his hands finally come to rest on Opal’s head. His big dark hands slowly guiding his cock further and further into Opal’s mouth.

“Jealous?” Yuruki teases you, poking you in the side.

“No,” you quickly answer, even if it’s not completely true. You know you shouldn’t, John has been okay with you being with Jack and Yuruki. And this is no different from any forfeit you’ve been subjected to, since the Tournament rules don’t allow the male contestants to pass on their prize. But still, it’s different actually seeing it happen in front of you.

“Really? Cause I am,” Yuruki laughs.

You give her an odd look, you’ve never heard her talk that way about any guy. You even think back to your threesome with her and John, and she wouldn’t let John anywhere near her. “What?”

“I mean look at her, she’s a tasty little snack. And she obviously knows how to use her tongue,” she says pointing at Opal’s tongue swirling around John’s balls. Ah, that makes more sense, of course Yuruki would be focused on Opal. Although now that she mentions it, you are checking out Opal’s chest, her saliva dripping off her chin to her breasts.

Opal stands up, her hands still stroking John’s cock. She takes a second to slip her pants off, leaving her naked in the middle of the stadium. She places her hands on John’s strong shoulders before jumping into his arms. “Whew, he’s holding her up like she’s nothing,” Cindy says. John’s hands dig into the blue haired girl’s ass, a hand moving just enough to line up his cock. Opal wraps her legs around him, while beginning to bounce on his cock. “I’m next,” Cindy jokes.

The crowd is loving the show, all of John’s hesitancy to start long forgotten. Opal’s tiny body bounces against his large statuesque frame. “I’d be down for another round with him,” Daisy pipes up. You laugh a little, reaching out to grab Daisy’s hand.

The crowd cheers as John lets go of Opal’s ass, allowing her to jump back to her knees. “Give it to her, big boy,” Cindy cheers. John jerks himself off, as his cock erupts across Opal’s face. The girl looks around finding a camera, she smiles flashing a peace sign. One eye closed to keep the cum out, her bangs matted to her forehead, and her cheeks are dripping with his seed. She stares into the camera and blows a kiss, the cum forming a web between her lips and hand. “Big round of applause for Opal and John,” Cindy Hallow cheers. The crowd goes wild again, John and Opal wave to the adoring crowd as they make their way off the stage.

Shortly after they disappear, Cindy calls out for the next challengers. Her clear favoritism comes through as she cheers on the female trainer hoping to see John win in the next round. “I was hoping to congratulate John, but I need to get down there for my match,” Humphrey says standing up mid battle. He just makes it into the aisle, when John appears. “Oh hey, thought you got lost. Congrats, but I need to get down there,” he says giving John a high five.

“Thanks, good luck,” John says moving past him to our row of seats.

You grab John, pulling him in for a kiss. Was it jealousy? Arousal? The beer? Maybe just a mix of all the factors, but you stand up having John take your seat, so you can sit in his lap. He doesn’t seem to mind, as the group continues to watch the ongoing battle.