Monday Night Fuckball

Author's note: This one wasn't expected or planned. It came up over the weekend, as we were inspired by some real-life events :)

Cory and the girls are back! If you haven't read the previous "Carnal Couple" entries, please do so. They will provide you with ample backstory on the characters, which will make this one even more enjoyable.

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[GRACE]

Zoe warned us. She told us what would happen and I didn't believe her. None of us did. Our sex life had been a non-stop pyroclastic fuckfest for nearly six months and he was going to ignore us - four sexy, voracious women who, literally, loved him head to toe - so he could watch football all weekend? And not just watch the games, but he needed to follow the statistics for the players for some virtual games he was gambling on? "Fantasy football" they call it. No fucking way, I said. Surely the sight of Heather's golden copper locks between my thick dark chocolate thighs, as she munched away at me, would make him take a break from the TV. Or could he resist stuffing his cock, soaked with Zoe's juices, into Kimaya's beautiful face?

You bet he could.

Friday through Sunday, the most play any of us got was a kiss in the morning and a kiss before bed. The man was focused. It was "championship weekend" and he was in the final game in five of his leagues. He'd spent thousands on this stuff and had a chance to win a good amount of money, not that he needed it. This was all ego, ex-jock ego. Unfortunately, he won big the year before he met Zoe, during a period when he happened to be celibate, and became relentlessly superstitious about the whole thing. He and Zoe compromised that if he got to the final round in any of his little digital sports leagues, there would be no sex during the weekend the games were played, including the Monday night game. A part of me found all of this fascinating, but mostly I listened to him explain it all because I think everything he does is sexy and I wanted some dick at the end of the conversation, which I got.

Everything was normal in the days leading up to the weekend. We had our usual obscenely mind-blowing sex, but when Friday evening came, Cory hunkered down on his laptop, "setting his rosters" and researching everything from weather conditions to the status of the players' love lives. It was insane. He cared so much and it took everything in me not to laugh whenever I looked over at him, watching his eyes dart around the screen, with an expression of concern mixed with uncertainty. Not a laugh of ridicule, more of a "he's adorable" laugh, but a laugh nonetheless.

By the time Monday night arrived, everyone had gotten used to our hiatus. Everyone but me. Three days is a long time when you're used to having your pussy stretched every night. I couldn't stand it. My body was aching for him. No matter what the four of us did to keep ourselves satisfied, I wanted Cory. I love women. Hell, I prefer women, But I never knew sex with a man could be so amazing until I met Cory. I loved getting fucked by him and I loved watching him fuck. Unlike most guys who are lucky enough to find themselves in bed with actual bisexual women, he understands that he's just the dick. He's not the star of the show. He plays his part and when it's time for his big solo, he crushes it. That's Cory. He's, like, a savant at sex.

It was about 9 PM and the four of us girls were in bed fooling around, while Cory was out in the living room sitting in front of the TV with his laptop, tablet and phone all within an arm's length, checking his players stats over and over and over again, looking like an octopus with ADHD. He'd lost three of his big games on Sunday and he had a chance to win two that night. I'd never seen him so tense. He hardly spoke to any of us. Zoe told us not to take it personally. But how could we not? I thought it was so weird. After hearing one too many complaints, Zoe hit me with the harsh reality:

Zoe: "It's not weird. None of you have been with an actual guy before. A real guy's guy. A man who legitimately cares about his team more than you for a full two and half hours. You'd have to be in grave danger to get his attention. Women across the world deal with it every day. I grew up with it and I married it. Welcome to the club. This is actually all completely normal."

She was right. I knew she was right.

However...Fuck that.

I was determined to put an end to that ridiculous superstition once and for all, and I knew just how to do it. I was going to make Cory an offer he couldn't refuse: my asshole. From the moment he saw me, he'd been itching to fuck my ass. I knew that because every guy I've ever been with wanted to fuck my ass. As a lover of big asses myself, I could understand the appeal. If I was a guy and I saw myself, I'd move mountains to feel my dick in my ass. Does that make sense? Anyway, as a receiver, I'm just not into it. I absolutely love having my ass eaten, a little finger play, maybe a little toy, but large objects ramming in that little hole? No, thank you. No matter how many times I saw the other girls get off--some of their orgasms were frighteningly emphatic--from Cory stroking his massive dick in in their buttholes, I just could never be talked into it. To his credit, Cory never pushed for it either. I just didn't think I'd be able to relax and I hate pain. I was more than satisfied without knowing what I was missing.

[HEATHER]

Grace had no idea what she was missing. Being fucked in the ass by a well-equipped man who knows what he's doing something every women should experience in their lives. So, when she said wanted to give it a try that night, I was all for it, despite knowing Cory would probably turn her down.

"Why don't you just wait until after the game?" I asked innocently.

"Because I want him to choose my butthole over his stupid ass football game," she shot back at me, with a self-deprecating pout.

The four of us laughed, but we all agreed with her sentiment. Why should we be relegated to the bedroom like concubines waiting to be summoned, fooling around with our little toys and lady fingers, when there was a big, beautiful cock in the next room? We were all craving that man, but Grace was the only one horny enough to do something about it. So, Zoe and I, being the anal whores we are, took the lead.

Prepping Grace would have been enough to satisfy me that night. She gave Zoe and me top secret clearance to her beautiful asshole and we were not going to waste the opportunity. After walking her through a fleeting enema, we got to work. Watching Grace get on all fours, arching her back submissively, and giving us complete access to her gorgeous chocolate center, made my mouth water. She looked so vulnerable. So exposed. The woman's ass was made for anal sex. I started to think there was a chance Cory would crack, no pun intended. I have a big ass, Zoe has a nice ass and Kimaya has a cute ass. Grace has a badonkadonk, the kind made for face-sitting. And she always smells like Heaven. She uses these natural oils and moisturizers all over her body and in her hair. God, I could eat her from the inside out.

Zoe lubed her up and I eased one of my huge dildos into her. We gently coached her, as she controlled her breathing, relaxed her body, and allowed me to firmly thrust and twist my toy inside of her. After a few minutes of loosening her sphincter, she had the slightest hint of a prolapse. Kimaya's eyes went wide as she watched Zoe's tongue flicker and swirl inside the mound of coarse hot pink meat. I couldn't let Zoe have all the fun, so I dove in and sucked on her swollen shithole as hard as I could. The moans coming from Grace were definitely new. If you've never had someone suck on your asshole with their tongue inside it, you'd make new sounds, too. It's a different kind of pleasure. It's just...

"So fucking dirty! How does it taste?" Kimaya asked, her eyes narrowed and her voice thick with lust.

I gave her a slutty smirk and said "You'll only know if you try."

Grace eagerly readjusted her position as I started drilling her ass again with my dildo. I jabbed, stirred, and grinded that thing in her little pooper before I yanked it out, leaving a nice gape.

"Push it out, baby," Zoe said, spreading Grace's ass cheeks, her fingers prying open her butthole.

Grace sighed with pleasure, as she pushed out a perfect little rosebud. Zoe gave it a playful little kiss and looked up at Kimaya, who was already lowering her head to have a taste. I was so turned on I just instinctively started rubbing my clit. Kimaya loves fucking, but she and Grace aren't as...disgusting, quite frankly, as Zoe and me. I don't know if she was just that horny from not having Cory for a few days or maybe it was the hormones from being 5 months pregnant, but the way Kimaya took pleasure in licking and sucking on Grace's raw flesh drove us all wild.

"Oh fuck, Kimaya! You pretty bitch. Yes! Your mouth feels so amazing." Grace cried.

Kimaya laughed and smacked Grace's ass. "You taste amazing, baby."

"Cory's going to lose his fucking mind when he sees this," Zoe laughed.

"Why don't we go show him what he's missing," I said, taking Grace's hand and leading the way.

We sauntered down the halls, the muffled crowd noise and ramblings from the game announcers from the TV gradually becoming more pronounced. As we entered the room, we all giggled at Cory's rigid intensity gave way to utter exasperation the moment he saw us, all tops, no bottoms, just filling the room with the faintly pleasant smell of a woman's arousal (times four).

"C'mon y'all. Don't start. Just give me a couple more hours to watch the game," he whined, still managing to be sexy somehow, in gym shorts and a sleeve hooded t-shirt that accentuated his arms and shoulders just right.

"We're not doing anything. We just want to watch the game with you," Zoe said, perching herself on his right side, while I took the left. Kimaya and Grace sat on the floor, a few feet in front of us, their juices no doubt finding their way onto Kimaya's bazillion dollar rug.

Cory sat up on the couch, refusing to relax next to us. "This wasn't the deal, Zo. You know I like to watch alone."

Zoe humorously held up her index finger to present her argument, replied: "No, the deal was no sex. We never agreed I couldn't simply sit and watch the game with you."

"Well, I thought it was implied," he said, relenting.

I joined in and offered: "We're not going to touch you, baby. We're just here to support. We want you to win."

The girls and I feigned sincerity, reassuring him, which he saw right through.

"Yeah...okay," he laughed, reclining back on the couch. I took a quick glance at his bulge when he did it. I was so wet. It took everything in me not to reach inside his shorts and fill my mouth with that beautiful black meat.

Suddenly, he sat up on the edge of the couch and started yelling at the TV.

"Go! Go! Go boy! Go boy. Fuck yeah! That's my nigga right there!" he shouted, as one of his players raced up the field and scored a touchdown.

His outburst set off a ricochet of knowing glances and shared laughter between the four of us. He was so ridiculously fucking cute.

[ZOE]

He was pretty cute. It was refreshing to see his other side: the mindless testosterone monster. He's usually in loverboy mode 24/7, so sophisticated and suave, surrounded by women almost all the time. Unless he was at the gym or one of his friends came to town, he did zero normal hetero male shit. I hated that for him. It's important for a guy to be a guy. It keeps things balanced. It's sexy.

"See. Maybe we're bringing you good luck." Kimaya said, sitting with her legs cross, casually rubbing Grace's bare bottom, as Grace lied on her stomach next to her.

Cory responded with a skeptical frown and we all laughed. He was going to crack, I was certain of it. I pressed the issue a bit.

"I dunno, Cory. Maybe you have your mojo calculations all wrong." I said playfully, twirling my hair.

"How's that?" he shot back.

"Well, I know you said you won really big the season before we met because you weren't having sex. But, you haven't really won since then, right? Not the big money. And we haven't been having sex before your big games. So maybe you should rethink things."

I could see the wheels spinning in his head. I know my husband. I could tell by the look on his face, I'd shaken his faith in his system of serendipity. Still, he tried to fight the inevitable.

"Stop trying to fuck my head up, Zo. Just let me focus," he replied with a light laugh.

Just then, Grace spread her legs ever so slightly by lifting her left knee. Kimaya casually rubbed on Grace's fat, closely shaved pussy, while they both looked at the TV, as if they were innocent. Cory was watching this, but didn't acknowledge it. He was fighting the urge with all he had, as he made a slight adjustment to his shorts and repositioned to sit more upright at the edge of the couch.

Suddenly, his attention returned to the TV, as he heard the name of another player mentioned, as the crowd roared. Another touchdown. He grabbed his laptop and after a few moments of clicking and scrolling, he announced his joy.

"Oh shit! I'm winning! I'm winning both leagues! Hell yeah!"

We hadn't been in the room for 10 minutes and already he was winning. Surely, he saw the correlation, right? Of course he did.

"Okay. Fuck this. Y'all can't leave. You gotta watch the rest of the game with me," he said, excitedly, without a hint of irony. He was dead serious.

Grace turned her head to look at him, wearing a seductive smirk, and asked "And what do we get out of it?"

We all giggled and backed her up ("Yeah, Cory, what are you gonna give us?").

He laughed at us ganging up on him and raised his voice ask Grace "What do you want?"

We all got quiet. Here it was, the moment of truth. Grace licked her luscious lips and asked for what she wanted without hesitation.

"I want you to fuck my ass, Cory."

He did a double-take and looked at all of our faces, as if waiting for confirmation that she was joking. We all just stared back at him, waiting for an answer.

"You serious?" he asked Grace, with a low, almost concerned tone.

"Yeah, we're serious. We got her all warmed up for you." Kimaya said, as she slid her hand across Grace's ass and easily slipped her four fingers into Grace's loosened asshole, causing Grace to close her eyes and exhale her satisfaction.

He looked at me, incredulous, as if I was going to be the voice of reason. I was not. I was going to send him over the edge.

"Let's test your luck. Either you'll win or lose without us in the room, or you'll win or lose while your balls deep in the one ass you've been dying to fuck. Which way do you think things are trending?"

He looked down at Grace, who was smiling back at him like a bratty kid knowing they were getting what they wanted, and commanded her: "Bring your ass here."

Grace slowly climbed into his lap and they looked intently at each other as he held her.

"I can't believe you made me wait this long," he said, rubbing all over her ass cheeks with his huge hands.

"Sorry. But, I think you got me back the last few days." she cooed teasingly, writhing on top of him, so aroused that her nipples were begging to be sucked, as they poked against her satin pajama top. Heather clearly noticed those nipples, as she sat up and helped slip off Grace's top.

Grace and Cory shared a deep, sensual, extended kiss, while Heather wedged her head between them to suck on Heather's tit. Corey moaned and widened his legs, still swirling his tongue around Grace's. I took a peak around Grace's big ass to find Kimaya's raven-haired head bobbing on Cory's cock. It was happening. The streak was over. We were going to fuck. I sat up up on my knees and caressed Grace's lower back, inevitably settling my hand on her juicy ass. After enjoying the fullness of over backside with a few circular rubs, my hand met Heather's and she looked over at me, wearing a devious grin. We didn't have to verbally communicate our impulse, having shared so many women before in that very position. Heather slid her lube-soaked fingers in first and mine followed.

"OOOOOooooh! Fuck yes! God, I love that!" Grace cried, melting into Cory's arms, her ass jutting out, as we plundered her dirty hole with our middle fingers, prying it open more and more.

"You like when they play in your ass, baby?" Corey asked Grace, gently squeezing her neck and kissing her, as she moaned in ecstasy, nodding her head in the affirmative on his shoulder.

"I think she's ready for you now, baby," Heather said to Cory.

"Oh, let me do the honors," said Kimaya, positioning Cory's fuck stick to slide into Grace's ass.

"No, wait! I wanna see it. Turn around, baby," he said to Grace, who was drunk in lust in at that point, ready and willing to take any direction the four of us gave her.

She stood and turned her back to us. Cory spread his legs and slid down on the coach a little, his stiff, unattended cock waving about until Kimaya regained control of it, determined to be the one guiding it into Grace's filthy hole.

"Spread those legs and sit down on me." Cory instructed Grace.

Grace's thick thighs flexed as she began to squat, her asshole utterly exposed, as she spread her cheeks with both hands. Cory big hand covered Kimaya's delicate hand on his cock, both of them holding it steady for Grace.

"Goddamn, Grace. Look at that big ol' ass. Fuck you for making me wait this long," Cory said, sounding as if he was already close to climax. Grace laughed seductively for a moment and then she gasped lustily upon feeling the huge head of Cory's cock pressed against her, entering her tight little exit.

Kimaya: "Oh fuck yeah! There it is."

Heather: "Yes, take it Grace! Just breathe."

Grace: "Ooh, Cory! You're in my ass. Oh my God! I want you to make my asshole cum. Pleeease!"

Cory and I acknowledged each other with a smile and a kiss that lingered for a moment. We finally had all of Grace. She was completely ours. As Grace sank deeper and deeper onto Cory's cock, Heather, Kimaya and I became even more aroused. The sight of that thick, long dick sliding in and out of that big fucking ass had our mouths watering.

"God, I wanna taste it," Heather begged, massaging her clit with one hand and holding one of her tits with the other.

"Not yet, baby I don't wanna pull out yet." Cory said, his eyes fixed the action. "This feels too fucking good. Come here, baby. I need to feel all of you and fuck you slow."

He leaned back on the couch and, while remaining inside her, pulled her on top of him. So fucking hot. There they were: her legs spread over his spread legs, him holding her tits, as they both enjoyed the pleasure of him rhythmically grinding into her asshole with his beautiful tool. Her body began to quake as he started to gently rub her clit and speak softly in her ear.

"I imagined this from the first moment I saw you," he said "...walking your sexy ass around that house with all this body. I knew that white boy wasn't fucking you right. This too much ass for him. You remember that?"

"Yeah, I do," Grace admitted with a small laugh, still focused on the pleasure.

"What'd you think when you saw Zoe and me?" Cory asked.

As her breathing quickened, she answered: "I wanted to fuck both of you. I wanted to eat her pussy while you fucked me with your big dick."

Kimaya, Heather and I were enthralled listening to them relive their initial attraction. I love down at Kimaya playing with herself as she watched them, ready to explode,

"How'd you know I had a big dick, baby?" he asked, thrusting harder into her

"Heather told me," she mewled, the tension building in her body. " And I wanted it. I wanted it. I WANTED IT! OH MY GOD!"