Pickle Ball Pt. 04

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G’nip – bop – g’nop, g’nip – bop – g’nop. G’nip – bop – g’nop, g’nip – bop – g’nop. g’nip—g’nop. g’nip—g’nop. g’nip—g’nop. Bop, bop. bop.

I was working hard. Believe it or not, I even raised a sweat. This singles game was making me run, travel the court, and return lobs. It felt almost satisfying. But not quite. It was a bit more than child’s play but that was about it. I mean, come on, a wiffle ball? Really? This game was not enough for me.

The class had two courts reserved and we were having a round robin. Thus far, I had moved up and this was my fourth eleven-point game in a row. I rested on the side and drank some water. I noticed that a crowd of around forty people were standing in line waiting to get in for the next court. I listened as players boasted about their prowess and about their other athletic abilities. In short, I listened to a lot of bullshit. Still, even with all the raging egos involved, I was amazed at how popular this game had become, especially to those getting up in years.

A tall, fit woman in her sixties approached me. “You’re my next game. Can you handle it?”

I got up and stretched. I took a swig from my water bottle. “Let’s do it.”

She was a tough competitor. Her serve was strong and her placement was excellent. I would have to work for this one. For a woman in her sixties, she had an athletic body with long legs and a small but firm chest. I noticed after a few serves and lobs that she seemed to be staring at my crouch before she hit the ball. After a few sizzling serves aimed directly at my nuts, and a tie score, I waved her over to the net.

“I have to ask you something. You seem to be aiming at my groin. Could you lift your shots a bit, please?”

“Oh, dear. I’m very sorry. My father taught me to play ping-pong. My ex taught me to play tennis. They both told me to aim for the opponent’s groin when I serve as it sets your opponent off-balance. I was just doing what I was taught. Did I get into your head?”

“A little. Listen, I just want to have a good game, win or lose. Apparently, I’m not the cutthroat competition you seek. Let’s just play this game out, okay?”

She looked chastened and walked back to receive my serve. I served her a softball and she hit it into the net. I did it again and again she muffed it. I guess I got into her head and, for now, my fruit basket was safe. She got one more point but by that time, I’d put the finishing touches on the game. We met in the middle.

“You took me off my game and you won fair and square. Can I buy you a drink?”

“Sure. Can I meet you at the snack bar in like twenty minutes.”

“I suppose so but I like the manly smell of sweat. Can your shower wait?”

I said my goodbyes to the class. I saw Jay, who I had vanquished in the second round. He asked where Beth was and I replied that I didn’t know.

“I called her this morning to ask if she wanted a ride and there was no answer.”

“Janice tried, too. Ah, well, who knows, right? It could be anything.”

My Pickle Baller and I walked up to the snack bar. “My name is Ray. What’s yours?”

“Kendra. You can call me Kenni, with an “i” at the end. Hello, Ray.”

“So that’s the first game of Pickle Ball where I had to play self-defense. What’s up with that?”

“I’m so sorry. I got into tennis mode and I was playing Wimbledon. I certainly didn’t mean to aim for your privates.”

“Well, it gave me a good workout, that’s for sure. Don’t ever do that again!”

“I won’t. What can I do to make it better. Can I kiss it?”

I laughed. “I don’t think that this is the place but it’s a nice offer. I thought I would give it a day off, it’s sore!”

“So, you had a workout yesterday?”

“Indeed, I did, Kenni.”

“Oooh, tell me all the details.”

“Really? Okay. I hooked with some other Pickle Ball player: me, my player partner and a couple. We went to bed and compared our game. But, it was a workout, that’s for sure.”

“That’s right, you and that woman, Beth. I played against her. Where is she?”

“I have no idea. I called her this morning and I got no answer. The other couple tried to call her, too, but nothing. I’ll check on her when I get home. So, what’s your story?”

“I’m divorced almost ten years. I own a salon in Sarasota. I joined up to get some exercise and to see what’s out there. As you can probably tell, I’m horny and a bit pushy. Let me ask you about yesterday, did you swap?”

“It was a free-for-all.”

“So, anything was game?”

“Almost anything. No poop, no pain, no humiliation. Them’s the rules.”

“I would love to have that happen to me. A few years ago, I had an affair with an ex-employee and it was terrific. Let me get this right, though. There was sex between everybody?”

“Yup. There was pussy-licking and cock-sucking to go around.”

“And you sucked cock?”

“I did and I enjoyed it. I had some cream pies, too.” I had a bit of an attitude because I got the vibe that she was being judgmental. Also, I get aggressive when I feel pushed and put on the defensive. I can be as haughty as she.

My remark seemed to cool her jets. “I think that’s so hot. You being so uninhibited. I would love to watch two guys together. That’s a big fantasy of mine. I mean, like I’ve gone through so many batteries. Excuse me, Ray, but I have to go to the Lady’s Room. Hold my seat, I’ll be right back.”

I watched her walk away. Tallish, slim, long legs, and an inverse heart-shaped butt – a sweet seat. She’s probably be an interesting sex partner. Beth would find her tasty, too. She returned a few minutes later with a couple of warm cinnibuns.

“So, did you check me out when I left”

“Sure. But, I’ve been checking you out since we started our game.”

“What do you think?”

“I think that you must be fun in bed. You’re athletic, have long legs, have a nice rack and an especially sweet seat. Temporary rating would be an eight point five.”

“Harrumph. Only an eight point five! How insulting!”

“It’s just a temporary rating. I have research to complete.”

She grabbed my hand and pulled it under the table. She pulled my hand under her skirt and up her thigh to her very warm and wet vaginal lips. I ran my fingers up her hairless mound and rubbed her clit. Then, I ran two fingers into her vagina and wiggled them around. She quietly moaned. I pulled my hand back and placed the two fingers under my nose and then into my mouth. Yum.

“Now, you’re a nine point zero.”

“Better. Can we go now. Want to go back to your place or mine. My house borders the park. Let’s go. We can walk.”

“Okay, but listen. I’m not so sure about pushy, dominant, bossy women. I get a little uptight. I don’t mind you taking control, showing me what you like, suggesting things but…”

“I know what I like, although I haven’t had it in some time. But, don’t worry, I’m not a dominatrix by any stretch of the imagination…just assertive is all.”

“Then I’m on board. Let’s go. I really want to go down on you.”

“And I would like nothing better.” We left the snack bar hand-in-hand and walked the path to her house. At one point, the paved trail took a turn into the woods. As we walked into the woods, her ass was jiggling and it caught me eye. I reached in and cupped her cheeks. She stopped as I caressed them and ran my hard muscle along her crack. She reached behind and took hold of my throbbing gristle with a groan of delight. “We’re almost there. Come on.”

We walked into her large backyard though a gate. Once we were inside, she locked it. She took my hand and led me into the large screened-in pool and patio enclosure. “I’m going to get us drinks. Hop into the pool and I meet you in a minute.”

No sooner than having turned her back to me, I was stripping down. I folded my clothes on a chair and then jumped in. The water was warm. I stretched and swam a few lengths of the small pool. This was better than any shower in the locker room, that’s for sure. She walked in and set a tray down. She turned toward me and pulled off her blouse, showing me her thirty-fours in her white sports bra. She kept her body well. She pulled the sports bra off showing off her nice tits with just a little sag. Her shorts came next and her bare mound was glistening. Without another thought, she dived in and swam to the end and back. As she swam toward me, she reached around and grasped my ass.

“This looked so good as you were swimming.” She held my tush and ran her body along my back. I turned around and pressed my dick into her gunt, that area just above her slit and below her belly. I pulled her into me and we began to kiss. And, did we ever kiss. We were pressed up against each other while we exchanged spit. She felt great as her reaction vibrated across our bodies.

“I’m sorry, Ray, but I don’t mean to be pushy nor bossy, but I have to feel you inside me. Fuck me and let me loose, please?”

“In here? Let’s move over to the steps.”

“No, let’s get out and lay on the couch. Come on.”

She bounded out of the pool, grabbed her drink and spread herself liberally on couch cum daybed.

I followed her out slowly. While I stared at her fine snatch, she was focused on my seven inch mushroom head. I got on my knees in front of her but she stopped me.

“No, I need you to fuck me now. You can eat me later but I need your cock. Now!”

Uh-oh, bossy Kenni. I knew just what to do. “Oh, you can have it, alright. Tell me how much you want my cock. Beg for it, you bossy bitch.”

This took her aback. She was quiet for a moment and then said, “Look, it’s been years since I’ve had sex. I really want you to fuck me. Please fuck me.”

I aimed my piss hole toward ground zero had pushed in all the way. She gasped as she felt me and tightened around me.

“Is that good?”

“Oh, God, yes. More. Give me more.”

I pulled almost all the way out and then pushed in with force. She responded by pushing back just as forcefully. In a short time, we’d developed a rhythm. As I fucked her harder, she began to wail. “Oh, yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fill me up. Fuck me. Fuck me.” Followed by a coyote wail that must have been heard by half the community as well as on all the Pickle Ball Courts. I fucked her harder and she loved it.