Australian Penthouse

The girls walked down the dark hallway and stood in front of the locker room. “Anybody here?” one called. When no answer came, she turned to her friend and said, “Everybody’s gone! Why did that equipment guy tell us to come so late?”

“Hello, ladies,” the young man said, opening the door a moment later. He was kind of porky, with frizzy blonde hair and a ruddy pink complexion. He was in his team uniform, his paunchy stomach hanging over his belt line. “Millionaire cricketers can get movie stars, strippers, you name it. You’d be lucky to get anyone on the team. But look.”

Inside stood three muscular, stark-naked guys. The girls gasped as they saw these well-built specimens. Each had strong shoulders and large arms, and they were big where it counted, too.

“Call me Chris,” the lanky West Indian guy said, shaking hands with the blonde and pulling her deeper into the locker room. He guided her to the bench and sat her down. “That’s Edward.”

“Call me Ed.”

“Yeah,” said the third man, Darren. “Ed for short, because he has the smallest dick! And let’s not forget our clean-up man, the man who arranged all this.” He pointed to the equipment guy. “Maybe you’ll be kind and at least let the kid watch, huh?”

“Well, ladies,” Chris said, “get out of those clothes!” The blonde and brunette peeled off their tank tops, wiggled out of their skirts, and that was it.

“Chris,” the blonde asked, “do you bat or bowl?” Chris laughed. “Any position you like. You girls were at the game? Bet you don’t even know who we were playing!” He winked at the equipment guy. “Brian knows ladies like you. You just want to add cricket players to your list. Bet you did some football players in the winter, huh?”

The blonde slid a finger up and down her wet pussy lips. “It’s that obvious, is it?” she asked with a toothy smile. “Just give us a souvenir when we’re done. Like a signed cricket ball, okay?” she giggled.

“You wouldn’t even recognise our names, sweetheart,” Ed laughed. “You didn’t even tell us your names! That’s okay. I’ll call you Blondie.” He spread her legs a little wider, getting a nice look at her shaved pussy.

Darren tugged at seven droopy inches of pipe, working himself stiff. Chris’s tool was already hard, a missile thick at the base and tapering up nine inches to the tip. Ed tongued and finger-fucked the blonde, and then sat upright on the bench. “You girls can start on this…”

The girls were on their knees on either side of him and, with coy glances towards the two guys waiting, slithered their pink tongues against Ed’s dick, working their way up and down, pausing at one point to expertly French-kiss each other, swapping a taste of his pre-come. The blonde sank her hot mouth all the way down, then it was the brunette’s turn. Ed put a hand on top of her head, deciding she’d be getting his load. He made her do it deeper and faster as her eyes lit up, and her friend chuckled happily.

She began to make little gurgling noises and her eyes rolled and she hurried to swallow every drop. The spoonful she couldn’t swallow dripped onto Ed’s hairy balls, and the blonde snuggled closer to kiss the blob of goo and slurp it into her hungry mouth.

“I’m out of rotation for a while,” Ed said, standing up. “Girls, me and Brian are gonna watch. Let’s see you go to it with Darren and Chris!”

“Lazy Edward likes blowjobs. I like a good fuck,” Chris said, guiding the blonde down on the narrow bench. She lifted her legs up high and spread them wide. Her shaved slit was glistening. She’d been so turned on by sucking Ed that Chris easily shoved his thick black tool into her, filling her pussy until she groaned.

The brunette looked at the giant stick of meat plugging her girlfriend’s hole and licked her lips. She got on her back and slid under Chris’s pumping hips to stare up at his big balls wagging back and forth, and he tea-bagged her face, his massive scrotum practically blindfolding her.

Darren got into the picture, fucking the brunette as she lay on her back, Chris’s balls over her face. Brian, the equipment guy, pulled out his cock.

“You picked two hot chicks,” said Ed, patting Brian on the back. “But I bet these chicks wouldn’t know Brain Lara from Michael Clarke! They just want a locker room full of man meat!” He laughed, gently stroking his rising hard-on. He walked around to where Chris was fucking the blonde, straddled the bench and said, “Now, here’s a souvenir for ya!” He dumped his balls into the blonde’s mouth and sat on her face. The obedient groupie slobbered all over his nuts and then wiped her tongue along the crack of his arse, shoving the tip deep inside. Ed looked down at his buddy’s glistening black cock as it slipped rapidly in and out of the girl’s bald pussy.

“Going out for a duck has left you with a lot of energy!” Ed laughed.

“Shut up,” Chris said, his eyes flashing momentarily with anger. Then his gaze grew dreamy, staring down at the way his long thick tube pumped in and out of that wet, willing white mound. “Feel my hairy balls, honey, the way they come up against your crotch! They’re getting sticky. I can feel it. You’re so wet. My balls are full of come for you. You’re gonna get a big load! Think you can take it all?”

“I think she likes the idea,” Ed said, lazily tugging on his dick. “This chick is having her dream come true, dude! Black meat in her pussy and Aussie meat over her mouth! Time to get my arse off her face and my dick in her throat.”

He eased upward, then turned around to face her, sinking his cock down her gullet. The blonde flailed momentarily on the narrow bench, still flat on her back and now gripping Ed’s thighs. Chris held her legs up against his hips and made sure he didn’t miss a stroke. “I’m gonna blow,” Chris warned.

Ed called out, “Me too! Let’s give her what she wants: big loads in her pussy and mouth at the same time. Let’s flood her! Brian, better get some towels under this bench, man!”

The equipment guy stumbled forward, his cock bobbing up and down. He grabbed towels and handed them to the guys, opening one and putting it on the floor under the bench. He backed away and watched as the two men, almost in unison, slammed the blonde’s mouth and pussy as she emitted a throaty squeal.

Chris pulled out and spattered the blonde’s belly and mound with a thick load, filling her navel and letting it trickle downward. Ed grabbed the blonde by the hair and her eyes widened and rolled as he flooded her mouth. “Swallow it, swallow it fast! That’s it!” he told her. Ed turned to Brian. “You ready? You can wipe the come off her pussy and belly, and shoot your own onto her!”

Chris, his dick now soft, walked away from the bench to sit in a nearby chair. Ed likewise sighed and sat down. “All yours, man. Blondie, let our friend come on you. Be a sport!”

The blonde had climaxed several times and was too exhausted to speak. She just lay on the bench, a towel under her head, her nipples pink and practically dancing atop her heavy breasts.

Her brunette friend was lying on her back a few feet away on the long bench. She had her eyes closed, and she was working her tongue like she needed meat down her throat.

Tentatively, Brian walked over, eyed the blonde with the come all over her, and turned away. He held onto his dick, took a deep breath, sucked in his belly and pushed his cock against the brunette’s mouth. She parted her lips and took his rod halfway down her throat.

“He scores!” Ed laughed. “Yeah, man, why jerk off on that blonde when you can do some face-fucking?” Brian glanced nervously at Darren, who was still poking the brunette, holding onto her legs, keeping her on the bench, Darren’s hips moved in a tireless, easy rhythm, and he had a surly look on his face. “This girl’s expecting to have sex with famous cricket players,” he said hoarsely, his bucking movements making it tough to catch his breath. “Now look at what she’s got in her mouth!” He quickened his strokes as the brunette’s legs kicked up. She groaned and Brian’s dick slid even further down her throat.

Darren, his face contorted with the excitement of his mounting orgasm, stared down at the pussy he was fucking and gave it everything he had. He watched as the brunette’s milky-white belly flesh rippled a little, and her black velvety V of pubic hair seemed to shudder each time he rammed into her. He could feel her pussy tightening, and finally, when she was starting to climax, he was ready, too, and flooded her with his load. She gave a gargling cry, with Brian’s cock dangling over her tongue.

Her vagina tightened yet again, to milk Darren’s load. Then she loosened, and Darren’s thick, dripping dick flopped out, gooey fluid dripping from the girl’s pussy onto the wooden bench.

Pulling out of the brunette’s mouth, Brian tugged at his cock and watched in proud amazement as he squirted a thick rope of jizz that landed way down on her pubic hair.

Ed and Chris got up and, along with Darren, pushed the pudgy equipment guy out of the way and flipped the brunette on her belly.

“Come on, girl,” Darren said. “Blondie’s pussy is all wet and drippy. It’s clean-up time. Brian, come over here and eat this girl’s box!”

The three guys watched as the brunette licked her friend’s pussy, turning her on one last time. The blonde groaned as her girlfriend’s tongue slathered her clit into a shattering orgasm. Brian, watching the brunette’s arse arch up, eagerly started licking her twat, turned on by the instant flow of her pussy juice. He wanked while he licked her, and when she backed into his face and growled her climax, he spattered the bench with a load almost as powerful and thick as the first. The girls, weary, allowed the guys help them to their feet. They replaced their tops, adjusted their skirts and, with satisfied looks, sauntered out the door.

“I wonder who they think they fucked?” asked Darren. “One day, they’ll watch a game on TV and say, ‘Yeah, I did it with the 12th man, I did it with that guy who just hit a six!” He shrugged. “Come on, guys, let’s get the place cleaned up.”

The three cleaners got their mops and buckets and went to work. Brian quietly checked that all the bats and gloves were stowed away, and then left them to their work. He always knew when a few chicks would be so excited about scoring with cricketers that they wouldn’t be able to tell who was a player and who wasn’t. And sometimes, when things really got hot, even he had a chance to get in there and score.

-Mike F., Liverpool, NSW

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