Chapter 1
Annie Franklin was pissed as hell and not trying to hide it. In fact, the voluptuous blonde had been short to the point of rudeness with her sexy eighteen-year-old sister. But the way the cock-teasing little brunette had continued to flaunt her huge titties and sensuously curved ass in front of Will Barnes during soccer practice was indecent! In skin-tight shorts and braless t-shirt, it hardly seemed necessary that her little sister should flaunt her hot little cunt, she remembered disgustedly as she prepared the tray on the counter before her. Instead, "Little Lolita," as Annie thought of her, had followed a routine of wantonish prick-teasings that had kept her firmly rounded young ass in a constant, slow moving state of seductive squirmings and most of the soccer team's cocks bulging painfully underneath the short soccer uniforms.
At first, Annie had blamed Dick Haines's injury on Peggy's luring young body on the sideline. The young rookie soccer player had, like all the other team members, been ogling Peggy's tits and ass since she'd cutely tripped out and joined the men on the bench, wedging her full, sensuous little ass between Will Barnes and Rob Jensen. Some ten seconds later, Dick's eyes, rather than fixing on the passed ball coming at him, had lingered too long on her young sister's firm nipples poking excitedly from beneath her t-shirt, the result being he had been smeared and, afterwards, lay writhing on the ground, clutching his knees and the painfully swollen bulge in his pants.
A nauseous void had knotted at the pit of Annie's belly as she rushed onto the field to where he rolled about clutching at his knee. It was, of course, their biggest and ever present worry, that of a player being seriously injured, but in this case her anxiety was personally underscored. The nature of soccer injuries were not new to the athletic young wife, having been a fan of soccer for years, and now that she was a trainer she'd immediately recognized the possibility of a painfully torn cartilage. Calling for help from some of the team on the field, Annie had ordered Dick carried to her car, but not before she had briefly snapped a few meaningful words at her teenage sister, sending her back to the house to get properly dressed and to remain there until she returned with Dick from the hospital.
Now, still dressed in her baby blue sweat suit, as she continued to prepare young Dick's dinner tray, the blonde woman couldn't help thinking she'd been unnecessarily harsh with Peggy there on the field; but still she was not sorry either. Perhaps the embarrassment in front of the boys hadn't been in order; all the same, sexy, teenaged Peggy Martin was getting out of hand and now was the time to straighten that out, not after she got herself involved in some nasty little mess. Annie surmised that she was still in her room judging from the angry slamming of drawers and the likes. She was surprised, however, when the dark-eyed young girl didn't come out to learn how Dick was, the two having always gotten along from the first day they met with the closeness of brother and sister. But she didn't dwell on the thought.
Annie had, in fact, temporarily filed Peggy into a secondary category of her brain, a problem to be definitely dealt with, but later. The immediate enigma was the injury to Dick, a startling situation, which, though moving her compassionate female instincts as well, was firing her wrath. The X-rays had shown nothing. Later, in private consultation with Doctor Peterson who acted as physician for the Earthquakes, Annie had been absolutely stunned.
"It's really quite simple, Annie," the middle-aged graying man informed her from behind his desk. "And I think I've seen it coming on with Dick. To begin with, he has a slight wrench, but nothing as serious as he's pretending."
"You mean he's faking, Doctor?" she questioned in open-mouthed amazement. "You can't mean that?"
"I'm afraid I mean exactly that, Annie," the medical man calmly replied. "Dick is scared. For some unknown reason he has become afraid of the game, and obviously intends to use this so-called injury as a means of escaping it."
"My God ... I just can't believe that, Doctor Peterson!" she exclaimed half under her breath. "I-I mean, with his natural talent and skill in soccer, he could be one of the finest players of all."
"Which may well be the answer, my dear," Doctor Peterson noddingly interrupted. "We see it every day and in all fields of endeavor. The talented young genius pushed into a field because he has the talent for it and hardly, if ever, given a choice in the matter. The unthinking world automatically assumes that the ones with talent should follow the professions they have a talent for, regardless of whether or not their interest lies along those lines. So the young genius complies and from then on is condemned to trying to live up to his talent, and other people's expectations of him. Finally, if he feels that he is not living up to what others see in him, his own talent becomes a looming mental barrier to him, too often demoralizing rather than encouraging him. And that, I feel certain, is what we have with young Dick."
Twenty-two-year-old Dick Haines was the newest rookie on the Earthquake soccer team.
Annie's husband, who was a scout for the Earthquakes, had discovered him playing with some small time junior college soccer team, and had realized immediately the tremendous talent Dick had for the game. He had almost recruited him on the spot.
Dick had started with the team that summer, after graduating from college, arriving in Santa Clara in June, a small town boy who couldn't get over the size of the Santa Clara Valley cities. Annie's husband Tom had felt sorry for him, because he had come from a small town himself and understood what the kid was going through. Before Annie knew what he was doing, he had invited Dick to stay in their house until he felt confident enough to find a place of his own.
Annie didn't really mind though, for Dick was a good kid and she enjoyed the company of a man around the house when her Tom was off on a scouting trip.
Besides, having a member of the team in the house helped her in her own work, as trainer for the Santa Clara Earthquakes. It was her job to massage away sore muscles, take care of minor injuries and make sure the major ones were seen to. In other words, her business was the well-being of the team mental and physical. Dick Haines being in the house helped her keep in touch with the players, giving her a better insight into what was going on with them and helping her to do her job more effectively.
But her liking of him didn't excuse his faking this injury. Nothing could excuse that.
For a long moment she had simply sat there staring at the kindly man. Finally, she'd said: "You realize what this is going to mean to the entire team, don't you, Doctor? To learn that Dick is a coward will be just like sticking a knife into them. He's the best player we've got."
"I wouldn't call the boy a coward, Annie," the graying physician quietly corrected. "True, he's going to hide behind this injury, but not from being afraid of the sport as much as having distaste for it and in thinking that he can never be as great as people expect him to be."
The curvaceous woman had shaken her head in stubborn disagreement. "I-I just can't buy that, Doctor Peterson. To me, Dick's being a downright little coward for not facing up to his problem, and frankly, I'm ashamed of him." Catching hold of the door knob to leave, she had added: "Even though you're probably right about Dick as you usually are, I'm not going to let him give up on himself, Doctor."
Again he sighed, but this time in a more solemn vein. "All right, but be careful with him, Annie. He needs love and understanding right now more than a pep talk. A bit of kind understanding on your part is going to go a long way. Remember, he's only twenty-two and in some ways just a naive young country boy who probably doesn't realize himself what's wrong with him."
She had opened the door then, Annie remembered. "Yes, Doctor Peterson, I promise to remember," she'd said, smiling and entering the waiting room to collect Dick Haines, who had somehow managed to struggle to his feet.
Perhaps it was the manner in which the young rookie soccer player had hung onto her en route to her car that had irked her as much as anything. Anyway, she had hardly talked to him the short distance from the center of town to her house on the outskirts. He'd lain his head back against the seat as if he were in pain; that put-on in itself was enough to spike her rage with him. Again, she had helped him into the house to his room, told him to undress, then gone to their portable bar to make herself a much needed drink.
How the devil was she going to cope with it, she'd uneasily wondered, sipping at the rare scotch and water she might occasionally consume before dinner. Dammit, she'd always thought of him as such a sweet, masculine boy, dark haired with matching alert eyes. He was built like a soccer player, with the long slender body and well-developed legs. But unlike some of the players he was also well-developed in shoulder and bicep and he was so damned good at the game. She was in a furious dither, trying to determine what she should do with him. Both Tom and the coach would come unglued if they knew, she realized. The makings of a Class A soccer player was part of him ... yet, cowardice...? God, she could still hardly believe it. If she didn't know and respect Doc Peterson so much, she'd say he was out of his mind!
All the same, she was not about to coddle Dick and let the kid think he was getting away with such a funky little scheme! Dammit, she just couldn't go along with it, regardless of Doc Peterson's recommendations! He was a professional now-in the big leagues-and he would have to start behaving like a man.
In the interim of tossing a salad and waiting for his steak to finish broiling, the voluptuous blonde trainer finished her drink and did the remarkably unusual. She went to the bar and fixed herself a second. God, she was in a bad state of mind, wasn't she? Under the circumstances, she felt somewhat more like an overseer of oversized kids ... babysitter, than she did a handsome soccer scout's wife and female soccer trainer. A happy wife and soccer trainer by choice, she might add, her entire life being involved with her husband and the game, and being almost as capable as he to pick the talented from the ordinary players.
But truly, she hadn't counted on Peggy staying after the summer vacation and going to school in Santa Clara. She'd felt certain that her vivacious young teenage sister would be returning to the home of their parents in Oregon, and why she hadn't wanted to was just beginning to dawn on Annie. With all of the cute soccer players coming in for practice every afternoon, and her being at the marvelous susceptible age, the answer was as logical as the morning California sun. She had come to Annie with the idea of staying for the year and Annie had found that she couldn't refuse. She enjoyed having her sister around and so did Tom. So she had said it would be fine with them if her parents okayed the idea.
She hadn't expected them to agree to it, but they had, and now Annie was stuck with the problem of looking after a teenage girl who was constantly surrounded by a team of good-looking, virile, young athletes.
She thought of her now as she sipped from her second drink, walking slowly back into the kitchen. Peggy's earlier actions had been damned little short of sluttish, in her estimation, yet, she couldn't deny that there had been a certain naivete about her. Still, there was nothing simple about the way she was dressed, no bra with her full young titties and those skin-tight cotton shorts. Obviously, she had been displaying all this for Will Barnes, the twenty-four-year-old left winger. And he was good, all right, when it came to soccer. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and quite handsome to boot, as a matter-of-fact.
For the third time in a matter of an hour or so, Annie sensed her cheeks reddening. She was recalling the game the Earthquakes had played against the Santa Maria Cougars. Will had developed cramps in both legs during the game. The coach had had her take the handsome young left wing down into the locker room to rub him down to ease the cramps. She had massaged his muscular athletic legs vigorously, their bodily contact finally filling her with a strange sensation of excitement she couldn't quite fathom. It was a few minutes later that Peggy had lightly tripped into the locker room, while the curvaceous, athletic blonde trainer had been too occupied struggling to rid herself of Will's young, handsome features that their closeness had burned into her mind, as well as the rousing effects his youthful athlete's body had had on her treacherous cunt, to notice!
As a matter-of-fact, she now discovered herself still trying to get rid of those exciting features and feelings of youthful physical contact with Will as she sipped at her drink, while with ridiculous frustration she nervously , checked Dick's steak. God, what was wrong with her anyway? Will Barnes wasn't her husband ; he was even a few years younger than she was! Why should she be thinking such ... such sensual thoughts concerning him, a twenty-four-year-old soccer player? She was twenty-seven years old, happily married to a handsome and adorable twenty-eight-year-old husband! It was almost four years now since they'd taken the grand step, and she still loved her Tom, loved him with all of her heart! Oh, maybe he wasn't the best man in the world to be fucked by, but there had been times when he'd screwed her pussy-a few anyway-when he'd brought the stars raining down around her ecstatically swimming head! Lord, what was the matter with her? The idea of suddenly being deluged with such erotic thoughts and tingling pussy was not only shameful, but so unlike her, she reasoned.
She forked Dick's steak onto the plate, then finished her drink. Whatever made her pussy so hot, she intended to bring it into check immediately, the exquisitely featured young woman determined, a sense of self-disgust trying to make its presence felt. She then set her empty glass on the tray and headed for the little bar en route to the young star soccer player's room.
Teenager Peggy Martin had never been given to tantrums when she didn't get what she wanted, and she had no intention of throwing one at this stage of the game. Vindictiveness was more in keeping with the radiant, eighteen-year-old beauty's sometimes mulish character, and it was revenge alone that was bitterly filling her mind at that very moment. There'd been no call for Annie to belittle her as she had in front of the whole team, coming right out and making remarks about the way she was dressed or undressed as she'd so snidery put it. Damn! She'd never been so embarrassed in her whole life! It'd been downright debasing, that's what, as if she were some sort of bitch trying to seduce one of the guys!
Oh, maybe she had dressed a little risque to catch Will Barnes's eye, but that certainly hadn't meant that she was trying to peddle her tail or something! Short shorts were the normal summer wear, and nobody wore bras these days. So what else had she done to deserve such a mean hauling over the coals?
Whatever had suddenly bugged her luscious, puritanical sister, the long, dark-haired Peggy was not actually certain, but if it was just the way she had dressed, then her brother-in-law must have some lousy cunt for a fuck. Anyway, the trouble wasn't over yet, and she had no intention of accepting an apology or letting her sister smooth it over. She'd just bide her time, for she was not about to go back to Oregon, not with that darling, Will Barnes, just about ready to ask her for a date.
Boy, he was smooth. She'd danced with him a few times, and man, did he know it all. Besides, the few girls he went out with all said the same: a chick didn't have to wrestle with him at the shank of the evening just to show him she appreciated his company. That was the drag with most of the guys; if a girl didn't let her date fuck her she damned soon found herself in cold storage; no dates, nothing. Well, that's one thing she could brag on: she still had hers nice and snug between her legs, waiting for the right guy to come along, regardless of what Annie thought of her. And just maybe, maybe he was right on his way into her arms!
Actually, it had been these warm and exciting thoughts concerning Will that had kept the ripely curved young teenager from flying into a fit of rage and tears when she'd stormed into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Outside of banging a few drawers and stripping naked to slip into a robe, she'd done little but think of her tall, blonde Will and fix her nails to the rock sounds of her radio. Not until she heard Annie enter the house with Dick did she bang a few more drawers, reassure herself that her door was locked, then go to the walk-in clothes closet separating her and Dick's rooms. Through the eye-level vent that had something to do with the heating system, she had watched her sister short-temperedly order the limping man Peggy had come to think of almost as a brother, into bed. Not that there hadn't been a couple of times, after she secretly had played voyeur, watching him undress and getting a good look at his cock and softly dangling balls, that she hadn't thought of developing their association into a more intimate one. Especially, she remembered, the night about a week before when he'd stripped completely naked, then begun to stroke himself in front of the mirror until his cock was huge and pulsing, and she'd stood there dry-mouthed, just watching as she kept getting hotter and wetter in her pussy. But then, he'd jumped into bed and snapped out the light, leaving her to do the same. God, she'd been so horny that she'd fingerfucked her cunt until she'd cum twice before getting to sleep!
The tapping against her door interrupted the curvaceous young teenager's erotic thoughts. Then: "Peggy? Are you coming out for dinner?"
"No, thank you. I'm not hungry," the longhaired girl flatly replied to her sister's question.
"You must eat, Peggy," Annie's throaty voice came through the panel to her. The girl saw the knob twist and was thankful that she'd locked it. "Anyway, I want to talk to you after I take this tray in to Dick."
"I'm sorry, but I'm in bed now," Peggy returned with a level voice. "Besides, there's nothing to talk about."
With that, and enjoying a certain feeling of retaliation, Peggy turned off her light and lay quietly until she heard the faint hum of voices in Dick's room. It was then that she slipped out of bed and, in her short nightie, took up her watching and listening position in the clothes closet.
Moving on from Peggy's bedroom door to Dick's, tray in hand, the voluptuous, blue-eyed young wife gave mental thanks for the calming effects of the scotch. Damn, she could lose her temper with her churlish imp of a sister quicker than she could think scat! Planning a little sulking spree was she? Well good, maybe that would keep her away from the team for a few days, at least until they began to show some of the form from last season. And now, to her major concern. God, she just hoped she could keep some sense of sympathy in her mind for him.
He was sitting up in the bed, propped by two pillows and naked to the waist where the sheet came up on him, when she pressed open the unlatched door and entered. Through force of habit, he brushed at his heavy shock of sable hair, his dark eyes searching her face with an expression of mental more than physical pain, Annie deduced.
"Ready for a little dinner?" she greeted, her warm smile seeming to easily come forth. "How's the knee? Still paining?"
His lack of an immediate answer surprised her. She set the tray across his middle and picked up her drink from it, aware of his pain-filled eyes. Something she was not exactly familiar with washed through her at that precise moment, and she sensed an almost choking lump rising into her throat.
"I can't lie to you, Annie. You've been too good to me and too good to all of us guys on the team," he half-whispered, then reached out and grasped hold of her hand. "I know you'll understand when I tell you, and I've got to tell somebody or I'm going to blow my cool for sure!"
Maybe it was his revelation, or the way he looked, so young and innocent in the bed, chest, arms, shoulders naked, white, and vulnerable, or was it the heat of his broad young hand imploringly clutching hers? God, for that brief, overpowering second the desire to throw herself on top of him, hold his hard, muscular naked body pressed tightly against her own, to kiss him, to love him, was nearly overwhelming! Yet, somehow, she maintained her presence of mind and said:
"Darling, eat first, we'll talk after," and she awkwardly backed away from the bed, slowly pulling her hand from his reluctantly freeing grip. "Look at me, still in my sweat suit." She laughed. "While you're eating, and you do have to eat or coach will be very up-tight with Annie, I'll freshen up. Then we'll talk."
"Promise?"
"Yes. Yes, of course, Dick. I promise," Annie assured him, actually moving unsteadily as she wheeled away and made it through the doorway. There in the hallway, she stopped and drained her glass before making her way to the bar to blend another stronger one of the same.
God almighty, what was happening to her? She'd never felt such spurring, erotic sensations, not even with Tom, and he was her own husband! For her pussy to get so hot and tingly from the touch of a man who was not her husband seemed almost impossible. What the devil was taking place in her cunt? She'd never needed a cock fucking into her like this before, not even in her secret, secret life! The strict home of her parents had taught her the necessity as well as the exultance of chastity. Shamefully, she'd fingered herself in the darkness of her bedroom, but not before she was sixteen, and when it had happened, when she couldn't pull her stroking, rubbing finger away, she'd been certain she was probably going mad, her cum had been that sensational.
Almost frenziedly, the voluptuously camouflaged Annie Franklin in her stained sweat suit scooped up the new drink and consumed half of it. Thank the powers for liquor this night, if never again, she tremulously thought. She was actually hot and wet between her legs, the moist warmth saturating her pussy lips against the sheer nylon crotchband of her panties. When was the last time she had felt this way? The night that Tom had kissed her there and she'd been wildly certain he was going to do more than just kiss, she had been this hot, but he had stopped short of actually licking her cunt and left her full of fire.
Ooohhh ... what she needed was a shower to tone her down. Dick was expecting her back to listen to his problem, and she knew he intended to tell her everything! Dr. Peterson was right, but more important, she had been wrong. The handsome boy was no coward! In fact, he was a grown man, with a man's cock, a long, thick, male cock that thrust out in menacing beauty from his loins.
Damn! Again, the blue-eyed, sweat-suited blonde young wife gulped from her glass, but this time she somewhat staggered along the hallway toward the bathroom. To look as she did at that very moment was shame on her sex, she tipsily determined.
Dear, handsome Dick! What a beautiful young man, so handsome and bright-eyed, his well-toned young body visible beneath the clean, white t-shirts and tight blue jeans he wore! Yes ... they always were tight, weren't they ... the obvious swell of his cock there to remind her, even taunt her!
An erotic shiver rippled over Annie's tanned, incited flesh, causing the resilient mounds of her hugely billowing tits to quiver in their nakedness as she slipped off her bra. Sensuously, she cupped them, smoothing her gentle hands upward from her naked waist to provocatively lift their firmly pointed fullness in a teasing caress, feeling their tiny pink nipples hardening, and she leaned closer to watch the secret process in the bathroom mirror! Once more, a forbidden hedonistic tremor fluttered through her.
Quickly, she unzipped the sweat pants and stepped out of them, then rolled her brief nylon panties down over her smoothly curved hips, letting them puddle at her feet. She stepped back to better observe the whole of her satiny, tan and white nakedness, brushing her long blonde hair back to tumble in a halo about the oval of her face, and behind her femininely sloping shoulders.
In truth, she had always derived titillating pleasure from the admiration of her own undeniable voluptuousness. Why had she shunned it so long? At twenty-seven, this night, this moment, she saw her body as being at its most enticing and curvaceous peak! She eagerly dwelled on the perfect formation of her whitely trembling tits and slender waist, the generous sweeping curves of her hips and the long, white columns of her rounded, full thighs and shapelycalves. God! How Tom loved her body! She shook her head, then concentrated once more. There was something alluring and personally secretive in the white outline her bikini halter had left across the buoyant mounds of her uptilted, pink-tipped tits, and cupping at the roundness of her smoothly ovaled asscheeks. Yet, it was the milky white of her arched hips and lower abdomen where the silken triangle of sparse golden curls began to sprinkle over her puffy little cunt mound and flushed pussy lips that was this night inciting the tingling in her softly heaving belly.
Yes, Tom loved her body, she knew, reveled in its soft, underlying warm strength when he held and caressed her. She could almost feel and hear his hot, gasping breaths as he explored its intimate hollows and hotly moistened cunt, then the intensely fulfilling sensations of his thickly throbbing cock fucking in and out of' the desire-inflamed pussy slit up between her hot, widespread thighs! Oh God, she was recklessly feeding the fired, quivering excitement in her pussy rather than trying to squelch it, and there was no Tom tonight, or for many nights to come for that matter!
A shower. Yes, a shower. Then her talk with Dick. Anything to rid herself of this erotic torment. But the shower didn't help, it made the wild flames in her pussy seem to engulf her en tire body. She needed a cock, and she needed one now and there was only one in the whole house to fuck her to the pussy-screeching cum she so desperately needed at this moment!