Flirty

"Now, we don't have a lot of time and judging by the size of your testicles we may need to make quite the mess. Normally I wouldn't recommend this level of... familiarity with you, but given the circumstances I don't think I can treat you with just my hands... or with my top on. Would you mind if I pop it off? I'm sure we can think of some way I can get you back on the field quickly once we figure out a something to help my hands out..."

Marcus replied with an enthusiastic "Please do, Ms. Lawrence!" as he began stroking his long, brown cock. He wasn't the largest of the Super Seniors, but he was certainly one of the longest. You were excited by the idea of showing off your tits to Marcus, since you knew all the guys loved to talk about them and they would always stare, no matter how much they tried to be coy. Marcus had been the one to set this whole train into motion at the team's physicals too, so a little teasing could be good payback, if only she had the time. The thought of getting him off turned you on, especially as you thought about how his balls had felt in your hand during that physical... and he would be long enough to poke out of the top of your cleavage if you got him between your tits! Chris's father had loved to play with her tits, but he was never big enough to let her reach him with her mouth during a tit job, like in the porn he liked. Marcus would have no such issues!

"Oh! It looks like someone is excited to see my bra! You look so hard and full for me Marcus... why don't you let me take over for you now that I don't have to worry about ruining my shirt..."

With that, he sat back on the table while you reached out to put your hands on him. One hand went to feel his balls, impressively large as they were, and the other hand went to his shaft. You started with a few short strokes, tantalizingly teasing him near his tip and squeezing his balls. You couldn't help but grin at how Marcus was letting his head roll back even from just a few dry touches, so you decided to pull his attention back to you by dramatically licking both hands so you could start stroking his shaft.

"I can't tell you how much I've been thinking about doing this ever since I saw you in the clinic Marcus. You were so hard for me. Was there somewhere you wanted to stick your long, beautiful cock? Did you need someone to empty your heavy balls, even back then?"

Without waiting for a response, you held Marcus's shaft up so you could kiss and lick at his balls; drawing the first bit of pre-cum out of his cock. He groaned a response about wanting you to immediately drop to your knees back at the clinic to suck his cock and let him bust a nut all over your face, and the thought of him doing so made you drop one hand down to ever-so-slightly tease your clit through your leggings. Just thinking of how the night would have gone with his cum dripping down as you tried to be a professional, the rest of the Super Seniors probably adding to the mess as the only way to keep them from telling anyone... but you couldn't let yourself get too distracted. You were sucking on Marcus's balls and rubbing yourself, but you needed to get him to cum and back on the field!

"I hope you're ready for this Marcus."

It was all the warning you gave him before putting his tip in your mouth, tongue swirling around quickly to taste him and pull him in deeper. You got a few inches in and started bobbing on it like a slut. You had really only ever seen girls in porn give blowjobs this way, as you were more of a teaser than a girl who tried to fit a lot in her mouth, but Marcus just seemed to fit so naturally in your mouth with only the slightest strain of your lips and his length meant that you could rest his head on your tongue and still stare down the rest of his impressive dick. Looking up at Marcus you could see that he was in heaven, so you closed your eyes and let your mouth and hand work his dick on auto-pilot until you needed to catch your breath. Admiring how Marcus's cock looked with your saliva coating about 4 inches of his dick brought a smile to your face and spreading your slobber over the rest of his shaft with your hands made you bite your lip.

"Holy shit Ms. Lawrence... I wish I could have you slurp on my dick all night! You're gorgeous AND know what to do... If you keep stroking me I'm going to cum."

"Oh, you are? What if I let you slide between these?"

You leaned up to let your breasts hang over Marcus's lap as you guided his cock through your cleavage and behind your bra. His cock poked out the top of your cleavage and made a perfect target for your spit as you pushed your tits together and started massaging his shaft with them. Marcus quickly started thrusting to meet your motions, but soon stood up so he could take over, manhandling your tits and humping away at your chest, leaving you to just dip your head down to lick at the tip of his cock as it popped out from the top of your cleavage. When he started to cum, the first shot popped off and hit you in the chin, but you were able to lean back and let the rest cover your tits like there was a creamy fountain spilling over on your chest.

"Wow Marcus! There's so much! Oh my god..."

Marcus just grunted in agreement as your massaged your plastered tits around his shaft before pulling yourself off of him. He had truly painted your chest and you wiped as much of it off with a towel as you could, but the stickiness and smell remained. After handling the mess on you, Marcus got your attention. A towel and water bottle did the trick to wipe him clean, and a kiss on Marcus's cup as he fit himself back into his jock strap for good luck had him walking out of the tent in a jiffy. He quipped that he wanted to get his hands on your tits sometime soon after your performance and you almost followed him out to snark back but realized you were still shirtless after a step. Giving one more check for anything that would show through your shirt, you discarded the cum drenched towel and slipped your polo back on. Sure, it may cling a bit more to your skin, but you hoped the darkness on the sideline would be decent cover and there were no obvious stains... With one more look over around the tent you returned to the sidelines.

Over the next quarter of play Marcus played like a man possessed, getting first downs with his arm and feet, even lobbing Chris a pass at one point when he subbed in for a 5-wide formation. You didn't realize how horny you were until you were out of the tent again, and it was hard for you to not give away how much you wanted to be close to Marcus any time there was a change of possession, but as the team clawed their way back into the lead with a Hail Mary it was easy to cover up your needs with the excitement of the team. You hoped people would just think you were being diligent in checking up on the player you had just treated.. As the buzzer sounded to signal the end of the game, it was a relief to have the team's celebration grab everyone's attention so an escape to the locker rooms was possible, but that peace didn't last. Coach Hester had everyone in the locker room for a speech about sticking with it and overcoming the odds to win, but the surprise came when he called you and Marcus up. He presented the game ball to Marcus, who after holding it up to the team's cheers, passed it to you! The team erupted in applause and Coach Hester gave you a pat on the butt in front of everyone while he thanked you for taking such good care of the team and being so full of energy to support the players after just joining up a few weeks ago. Coach's hand lingered on your ass for a few moments as he spoke, and you did everything you could to not make eye contact with anyone in particular, just praying that Chris was clinging to Coach's words, not his hand... It was only a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime, and luckily he released his hand when he noticed Chris coming up to give you an excited hug, which you returned hoping the general locker room smell would cover up the smell of Marcus all over you.

You were home in record time after the game. You let Chris take off with a few friends and Rose to get some drinks at a fast food place while you stormed home to take care of yourself. You had to peel your top off like a crusty sock to hop in the shower, and were surprised to see that in this light there were actually faint traces of dried cum, but to anyone who might look they could pass for sweat lines. That worry soon went away once you stepped in the shower, and the warm water cascading over you made it easy to take care of yourself, clean up, and fall asleep before Chris got home...