I am not a bad person, but I can’t help wanting what I want.

I first saw Darrell when our school was facing our arch-rivals from St. Paul’s High School. I never saw him before that Friday night. When he was on the basketball court, it was so surreal. He was in control the entire time and seeing him lead our team and the fans cheer for him really caught my attention. I’m not really into sports, but this day, my friend Amy really pushed me to go to support our Eagles. I really wasn’t doing much on that Friday night, so it didn’t really take much convincing.

When I was there, I had no idea that night that my whole life would change. The game was a formality. With Darrell on the court, St Paul’s had no chance of winning. With the game in hand, my eyes were fixated on Darrell. Whenever he dribbled, dunked, passed, I was in awe.

On my way home, and all weekend, Darrell was all I could think about. The next game was on Tuesday, and it felt like a month had gone by since Friday. Now when Tuesday night came, it was me who had to convince Amy to come to the game, but she said she couldn’t. Alas, I went on my own, nothing was going to stop me.

This game was a lot more competitive. We were down almost the entire game and Darrell was not having a good game. But somehow, with six seconds left, we were down one point, with the ball. Coming out of the timeout, I saw how cool Darrell had walked onto the court with an air of confidence. I didn’t think he really deserved to act like that because his bad play was the reason why this game was close in the first place. Despite this, I’ll never forget that he seemed as in control as he did on Friday.

When the ball was inbounded, it was passed to Darrell. Darrell calmly dribbled twice, took two steps forward, then suddenly stopped. His defender was still moving, which allowed Darrell to rise and take a shot. Those six seconds felt like a lifetime. SWISH! With the crowd silent, patiently waiting for the result of the shot, a wave of cheers and applause erupted. In that, Darrell let out an almost primal scream while being ambushed by his teammates. In this elation, I found myself cheering and jumping up and down, and I slowly realized that my panties were soaked.

After the game, I knew I had to go and talk to Darrell. I watched the locker room doors and watched each player leave until I saw Darrell come out, wearing a black St. Peter’s sweater and grey sweat pants. As I walked towards him, I didn’t know what I was going to say, but as I walked, I started to see the outline of his cock through his pants. Is that real? There is no way! But then again, I hadn’t seen a penis up close except for the one time one of the neighbours drunkenly streaked down our street. And believe me, his cock did not even compare.

As I got close, I caught his eye, and from close up, I did not realize how big Darrell was compared to me. I now was looking up to him.

I said, “Hi, my name’s Wendy.”

As I reached out my hand, to shake his, I grabbed his big meaty cock instead!! I couldn’t believe it! While my eyes were looking up, I didn’t see where my hand was going and grabbed on to the first thing I felt, thinking it was his hand. But instead of letting go, I kept it there. Through his pants, I could tell that he wasn’t wearing anything else underneath. I could feel how thick it was, and I could tell that he wasn’t even hard yet. My panties were already soaked, I could feel a wet spot on my pants now.

Darrell looking down with a smile, said, “I know who you are. I saw jumping and screaming when I hit that shot.”

I couldn’t believe he recognized me out of all those fans there. And in that short span, I realized my hand was still there, holding on to his cock. But now it hard as a rock and straight as an arrow looking to find a way out of those pants. Now I could feel some of the veins on his cock and felt the precum on his pants.

Darrell then said, “Since this is your fault, it’s only fair that you’re the one to help me get rid of it.”

I had begun to salivate and then swallowed. I asked him, “And how would I do that?”

Without saying anything, he took his hand and swallowed mine. It had to have been at least double the size of mine. He led me into the locker room. My legs felt like jelly, and I followed him in. Once we were in, he locked the door and took me to the middle of the room. He took his gym back off his shoulder and took his sweater off. Revealing his muscular upper body that looked like it was made of granite. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto my knees.

Now, almost eye to eye with the beast in his pants, I put my fingers on the inside of his waistband and slowly pulled down revealing the monster within. As I pulled down lower and lower, the excitement mounted. Until his monstrous cock was revealed and slapped me in the face!

I had never done anything sexual before, so I didn’t really know what to do. Instinctually, I put his cock into my mouth. My mouth was so dry with nervousness. I could only get the first three inches into my mouth, but there was no room in my mouth to maneuver. Slowly, but surely, my mouth began to lubricate his cock and I began to move it back and forth, eventually getting seven inches into my mouth.

As I became more comfortable, his cock moved freely in my mouth, and then Darrell began to moan and groan while thrusting his entire cock into my mouth almost making me gag. I tried to pull out, but he held my head in place and forcefully began thrusting back and forth. I was helpless, but never felt so euphoric and elated.

Eventually, I mustered the power to stop. I pulled my mouth off his big cock and before saying anything, I saw his big dick staring at me with all my slobber hanging from it.

I looked up at him and said, “Is this all this cock can do?”

He laughed. He then took his shoes off and took his pants off that were rolled up around his ankles. I was already on my knees, and he pushed me down onto my back. I knew what was coming.

Darrell pulled my pants off and I saw the wet puddle that was around the crotch area. He didn’t bother pulling my panties down and instead just moved them to the side. My pussy was so wet and I was waiting for him to enter me. I could see him casting a shadow over me. He put one of his hands on his cock, and the other on my throat. As he guided himself into me, he slowly started to increase the pressure on my neck.

Then it happened. I felt him enter and a surge of pain went all throughout my body as if I was going to go into shock. I was so tight and he was so thick. He couldn’t have gotten more than an inch in, but I felt my body raise up as if I was going to ascend to heaven. Darrell moved his hand from my throat and onto my chest to keep me from squirming.

For a couple minutes, I could feel him trying to push further and further in, but he couldn’t. Then slowly my pussy began to lubricate his cock and as the resistance eased, I could feel Darrell getting further and further into me with each pelvic thrust. What started out as sharp pain turned into sensations of pleasure that I had never felt before. His hand moved from my chest back to my throat, heightening the sensation. I could enjoy every push into me until he had all nine or ten inches driving into me at a rapid speed.

He continued to keep going and I continued to moan and groan. Until I felt his cock throb like it hadn’t before, and I felt a warm sensation of fluid shooting into me. He came. And knowing that I had made him cum led me to orgasm as well. This feeling of mutual orgasm, our bodies in sync, was something I would continue to long for the rest of my life.

After he shot his load, I felt the pressure ease from my throat and felt him leave my body. After he got up, and I looked down at my pussy, and saw a steady stream of cum oozing out from between the lips of my pussy. My pussy was red from Darrell. As I got up, I didn’t bother cleaning myself up. I slowly put my pants on. The cum was simply blend in with the puddle that was already on my pants.

I looked in the mirror and saw the mark left on my throat. I had no idea how I was going to explain this, but frankly, I didn’t care.

Darrell saw me looking into the mirror, and said, “Sorry about that, I guess I got a little carried away.”

I quickly replied, “Don’t be.”

This gave him the approval that he could do what he wanted with me.

As we both got dressed and were about to leave, I felt his paw grab a hold of my ass and I froze in place.

He simply said, “Next time.”

He couldn’t see me, but my cheeks began to blush as the blood rushed to my face and I had a smile from ear to ear. I simply nodded.

As we both left, he went left, and I went right.

He stopped walking, turned around, and said, “See you at the next game.”

I never missed another game for the rest of the season.