IC - The plan fails

Trying to make Adella sick doesn’t work.

Blue Team steamrolls the competition as FUTA goes on, and it’s mostly Adella’s ferocity and skill that makes it possible.

Green Team is pissed. You aren’t sure how they got under the impression that whatever was in that syringe was going to help them out, but they inadvertently handed Blue Team a big boost when they tried to pull that stunt.

But you don’t have much time to think about that because when you aren’t on the field, you’re with Adella. It’s weird. It’s not like you ever disliked sex, even if you had some personal baggage and shyness with it, but… you always thought of sex as being just a part of a relationship. Not the… main part or anything.

It feels different now. It’s all you think about. You want it even more than you want to win in the FUTA matches. When you’re alone you ache to have Adella inside you, and you crave the… you know.

Before it felt like you just stumbled from one thing to another: an embarrassing FUTA event to practice to a match to the next event… but now everything is reversed. FUTA and your matches are just the filler between the moments that you find alone with Adella.

It’s a blur when you think about it. You see yourself seated next to Adella on a wooden bench in the locker room after everyone has left, bent over and sucking her cock as she pushes your head down and hisses in pleasure.

Then there’s back at the cabin, her fingers in your mouth as she holds you up in a shower stall, your foot on her shoulder as she drives into you so hard and fast that you bite her without thinking about it.

There’s the hotel room one Friday after the match, you naked and bent over, your palms on the window as she does it to you from behind… there’s you, flat on your back on a bed at the Lodge with her on top of you, her big cock between your sweaty breasts and her strong hands pushing them together as she rubs it over your skin. You furiously stroke your clit as she does it. When you can tell she’s close, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue, grabbing her backside and pulling her toward your face. She gives in and aims her cock, pulling on it with her hand to let out spurt after thick, sweet spurt into your mouth. You swallow it all eagerly.

At the end of the first season of FUTA, you both look messy and disheveled at the big celebration at a downtown hotel because you weren’t able to handle the limo ride. You had to have a quickie, you with your dress hiked up and Adella with her fingers clutching your bottom as you rode her hard in the backseat. Once you’re at the ball, the massive load she shot inside you leaks out throughout the dinner and you’re discreetly snatching napkins off the table to clean up down there. As soon as you’re back in the limo, you’re tearing off her underwear.

You never realized you were this needy, but Adella does not seem to mind.

~ Route End ~