Full Court Press 1

"I can't believe you were doing that! What in the fuck were you thinking?"

I was standing in the front yard screaming at my boyfriend, Rob. We were at a party with his basketball buddies, at the house of one of the guys. We had been out on the patio by the pool having drinks and talking; having a really nice time. Rob had excused himself to use the restroom, but when he hadn't returned after 15 minutes I started to worry, so I went to check. That's when I walked into the master bedroom and found Rob kissing Suzanne, one of the girls that was always hanging around the team. I stormed out to the front yard with Rob trailing behind exclaiming an alternating mix of weak apologies and lame excuses.

In the yard I stopped and turned around to let him have it, "I can't believe you were doing that! What in the fuck were you thinking? And with that little slut Suzanne! She's probably slept with every guy in that house!"

Rob was still making excuses. "I'm sorry, baby! She threw herself at me! I was trying to push her away when you walked in! Really!"

"Yeah, right!" I said, "I saw how hard you were resisting. Next time you should try pushing with your hands instead of your tongue!"

Rob then changed his story, "You're right. It must have been the booze. It really went to my head."

I laughed at that, "That wasn't the head you were thinking with, Rob! If you want to be with Suzanne, just say so. Don't sneak around behind my back! I've noticed you looking at her before!"

At this point Rob started to get defensive, "Don't you think you're overreacting? Anyway, you're no saint yourself, Mara. I saw the way you have looked at Duane and Andre!"

Duane and Andre were two members of Rob's team. In fact, it was Andre's front yard where we were now yelling. Rob then tried to play nice and get me to leave with him, "Come on, Mara. I'm sorry! Let's just leave. Let me take you home and make it up to you."

I responded, "Don't give me that crap! I'm not going anywhere with you right now. Possibly never! You can leave though. In fact, you had better leave because I don't want to be anywhere around you right now!"

Rob tried again, "You can't stay here. How will you get home?"

"Don't worry about me!" I half turned to go back into the house, "I'll be just fine. Maybe I'll get Andre or Duane to take me home!" I started walking back to the house when I turned around for one last shot as Rob was opening his car door, "Who knows, maybe I'll get them to do more than that for me!"

I turned my back on Rob and stormed back to the house. I heard Rob call back, "Yeah right, Mara! That'll be the day. Do whatever you want!" I could swear I heard him mutter a final, "bitch" under his breath. As I neared the front door I could hear Rob squeal his tires as he sped away. That's when I noticed Andre standing in the front doorway. I wasn't sure how much he had heard.

"What happened, Mara? Where's Rob going?

I was just walking past Andre when my emotions finally caught up with me and I started to cry while saying, "I caught that bastard kissing another woman upstairs." I stopped and leaned in toward Andre as I continued to cry. He quickly responded by putting his arm around me and supported me over to the living room sofa.

"Here. Sit down," he said. "Let me get you a drink." He hurried to the kitchen to get me a glass of wine. Everyone else was still out by the pool and it was only the two of us in the house at the moment. I sat on the couch and my tears lessened. I looked up to see Andre walking back with the wine. He was wearing only his swim shorts, without a shirt.

Rob was right about one thing, he must have noticed me eyeing Andre and Duane before. It was understandable; Andre was an attractive young black man with an athletic physique and a quick smile. Without his shirt on now I could see how well defined his chest muscles are, and his abs are flat and hard. In fact, most of the other guys on the team were in really good shape because they played sports, especially basketball, all the time.

But as attractive as Andre was, Duane was that and more. Duane was the center on the team, so he was a big man. I would guess that he stood six feet, eight inches tall with broad shoulders and muscular arms. But topping it all off was a big handsome face with big brown eyes. His skin had a deep chestnut brown tone. If he weren't playing basketball he could certainly be a model. There were always several women hanging around at the games watching Duane and the other guys, hoping for a chance to go out with them.

Most of the guys on the team were black, except for Rob and one other guy. I noticed that most of the women who were hanging around were white. I don't know if that was just chance or if the girls were into that whole interracial thing. I had never really thought about it much myself. I had dated a couple of black guys before during college and I found them to be about the same as dating the white guys. Sometimes they were nice and sometimes they were jerks; in other words, they were just 'guys.'

I will admit though, looking back now, the black guys I dated in college were not athletic types. They were average height and weight, not particularly muscular or in good shape. Seeing large, well-toned black guys like Andre, Duane and the other guys on the team definitely peaked my interest. I could understand why the other white girls were hanging around. And seeing a shirtless Andre walking toward me now sparked some ideas in my mind, especially going through what I just had with Rob.

I started to reach out for the wine glass in Andre's hand, but instead Andre put out his hand to help me stand up. He said, "Come with me. Let's go talk somewhere private before the others come barging in here." I agreed and Andre kept ahold of my hand and led me to the stairs and then upward. He opened the master bedroom door and pulled me inside, closing it behind us.

We were now in the very room where I had caught Rob kissing Suzanne, almost on the very spot. It caused many emotions to well up in me at once. Andre quickly led me over to a huge upholstered ottoman in the center of the large room and urged me to drink the wine while he sat down next to me and put his muscular arm around my shoulder to comfort me.

I took a few drinks while looking around at the room. It was large and bright with sunshine coming through the many windows looking down over the pool and patio area. Sitting on the ottoman I couldn't see the group of thirty to forty people gathered down there, but I could hear the loud music and their voices through the glass.

I proceeded to tell Andre the whole story, about the kiss and Rob's excuses and lies. I just kept talking while Andre listened in silence, just nodding along with all my complaints about Rob and his failures as a boyfriend. Andre kept his arm around me through all of this. When I finally stopped he pulled me closer and asked how, "So what are you going to do about this?"

I said, "I don't know. I'm hurt. I'm really hurt, but also really mad. The only thing I want right now is to get back at Rob. Hurt him for what he did to me!"

Andre pulled me closer, giving my shoulder a squeeze, and said, "I know what you mean. I have never thought that Rob has given you the respect that you deserve. Don't get me wrong, I like Rob, but I always thought that you're too good for him."

Andre kept squeezing and rubbing my shoulder as he said, "If the same thing happened to me I would want to get revenge to show him he can't get away with that. Two can play at that game!" It felt good to have Andre touching me like this, my arm brushing against his bare, brown chest muscles as his strong hand touched my shoulder. I wanted him to continue, but I wasn't fooled by him either, or too drunk to understand what was happening.

I knew that Andre was trying to take advantage of the situation for his own benefit. The visible bulge in his swim shorts showed that he was interested in more than just 'comforting' me emotionally. I was also sure that he had heard Rob's accusation regarding him and Duane, and my empty threat, down in the yard. I also knew that Andre didn't really like Rob all that much. I don't think that any of the other guys on the team did either. Not really.

But at that moment I didn't care about Andre's ulterior motives, because I did want to get revenge on Rob! And I did want to see what it might be like to be held and kissed by a strong black man. I moaned a little at his touch, and on cue he began to lower my swimsuit cover-up off my shoulders. I had only been wearing that over my bikini for the pool party.

I didn't resist, but I turned to look Andre in the eyes and quietly said, "You shouldn't," although I knew he would.

Andre pulled me around and leaned forward to kiss me as he whispered, "You owe it to yourself to get back at him." He thought he was seducing me, but I was already leaning forward and opening my lips. It was good to let him feel his conquest was successful. Our lips met and soon after that so did our tongues.

The kiss rapidly went from slow and tender to deep and passionate. I was pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into his mouth as his strong hands began to grope at my breasts and ass. He was pushing my small bikini out of the way and moving straight for my bare skin. I didn't mind at all. From the moment we started to kiss I had already decided that I would let Andre do whatever he wanted to me.

He put his hands around my waist and pulled our bodies together tightly, then one of his hands moved to my bare thigh. I followed his lead and moved my hand to his thigh. As my hand moved upward I brushed across his erection through his shorts and I could feel it was substantial. I didn't hesitate to explore further by grasping his penis through the shorts. Andre involuntarily jerked at my touch, and now I had no doubt that it was big; certainly bigger than Rob's. That gave me a sense of satisfaction.

Andre moaned at the touch of my hand and I felt him start to rise from the ottoman. He obviously was ready to move forward with our encounter, and so was I. I looked up to see him smiling back down at me; he then turned to directly face me and he moved in closer bringing his bare stomach just a few inches from my face.

I ran my hands up from his waist and across his stomach to his chest, feeling the taut muscles under his smooth brown skin. Then I moved my hands back down to squeeze and fondle his penis again through the swim shorts, so close in front of my face.

Andre started to push down on the waistband of his shorts, but I quickly stopped him and replaced his hands with mine. I wanted to do it and I wanted to do it slowly to prolong the moment, to draw out his anticipation.

His lower stomach between his navel and his pubic mound was so flat and firm with just a small line of black hairs running down from his navel. As I pulled down more and more on the shorts I exposed his pubic hair, which was short and neatly trimmed. I liked that. Andre put his hands on my shoulders, willing me to go faster. I was now starting to expose the base of his cock that was pressed downward into his balls.

I leaned forward and kissed Andre's lower stomach and the base of his cock as I pulled the shorts down farther and farther, exposing more and more of his long member. I continued to kiss him, my lips touching and tracing a line down the top surface of his cock, trailing just above the lowering waistband. Soon I felt the resistance of the waistband as it caught on the rim of the head of his cock for just a moment and then it cleared and the full length of his cock was now exposed.

His long brown cock was now unconfined and free, and it jumped up and toward me. I briefly looked up at Andre to show him a wide-eyed look which conveyed surprise at how big his cock was. I wasn't really acting because it was indeed very large, although I may have played up my reaction just a little for his benefit. Looking back down I quickly sized him up and I was pleased.

Andre's cock was over seven inches long and nicely thick. It's medium brown skin was stretched tight. I took it in my hand and held it straight out as I cooed, "Oh my God, Andre, your cock is so big! It is so much bigger than Rob's!" It was, in fact. I wasn't lying. Again, I felt a sense of satisfaction about that.

Andre liked this comparison and he gently placed his hand on the back of my head and said, "Come on, Mara. Don't you want to put it in your mouth? Show him you're in charge now!" I didn't need any convincing; I was ready. At first, I leaned forward and just kissed the tip of his cock, but soon I was running my tongue over and around the tip and then up and down the long shaft. Andre was starting to pull my head closer so I decided to give him what he wanted.

I opened my lips and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. Soon I was running my tongue around the head and moving my lips farther and farther up the shaft. Andre liked this very much and was pulling my head closer while thrusting his cock forward. Soon I was nearly deepthroating the full length of his cock down my throat, at least as far as I could before starting to gag.

Andre appeared to be very happy with my performance and he began to talk to me, saying things like, "That's it, baby, suck my dick!" and "Shit, you really know how to suck black cock!"

I was enjoying his dirty talk and I wanted to give it back. So, when I took a break from sucking him I would stroke his long cock with my hands, kiss and lick his balls and say things like, "You have such a pretty cock, Andre!" and "I love having your big, black cock in my mouth!" and "You are so much bigger than Rob's puny little white dick!"

I particularly enjoyed saying that last one, and I could tell that Andre liked it too because soon after he said, "I want to fuck your pretty little pussy with my black dick?" With his cock still buried deep in my mouth I looked up, tried to smile and uttered a gurgle of approval as I nodded my head. Andre used his strong arms to lift me up and quickly turn me over, almost throwing me on my back on the ottoman.

We were both beyond any slow, sensual movements at this point. We had moved on to raw passion and power. Andre got on his knees below me and roughly spread my legs wide with his hands. He moved forward and was quickly in the perfect position to enter my wide-open pussy. There was no need for artificial lubrication because my pussy was oozing wetness and his cock was dripping from my saliva.

Andre grabbed his cock and began to push the head back and forth between my pussy lips, then moving it in circles around my clitoris. My body twitched and I gave out several small squeals at the intense sensation on my clit, but it was when Andre pushed forward and quickly entered my pussy with his thick, long cock that I gave a long and loud cry of pleasure. It was at that moment that I remembered there was a crowd of people just outside and I thought they must have heard me, but there was no discernible break in the crowd noise.

Andre was now thrusting in and out of my pussy and my body was reacting to the new sensation of his thick cock. I was arching my back to try and increase the depth he was pushing into me and my head was swimming from the pleasure I was feeling. Andre was soon grunting as he was now slamming himself into me, his balls slapping my ass with each stroke.

Andre began talking again between deep breaths. "Do you like my big cock fucking you? Your pussy feels so good! I'm going to cum deep inside you!"

I wanted to talk back, but all I could manage were high-pitched exclamations like, "Oh, God!" and "Yes, please!" Then I simply emitted a long, drawn out squeal that turned into a quiet scream as I began to climax, my body bucking and heaving on the ottoman. My spasms only subsided after Andre slowed and then finally stopped his thrusts and just stayed there kneeling below me, smiling, his chest heaving and sweat rolling down his brown skin.

When I caught my breath, I looked at Andre and smiled to thank him, but he didn't give me a chance to say anything. He leaned forward and grabbed me under my waist and then stood himself up while lifting me free of the ottoman, his long cock still deep within me. I had never felt anything so powerful before. I pulled my face to his and kissed him deeply. That's when he said, "I am going to fuck you from behind now, Mara!" I smiled and nodded.

He put me down and we separated only long enough for me to get on my hands and knees on the ottoman. Andre stood behind my raised ass and positioned himself directly toward my exposed pussy. Again, there was no waiting. Andre's cock was still rock hard and my pussy was ready for another round of fucking. He entered me quickly and firmly from behind, pushing his full length deep inside me with one quick thrust.

It wasn't long before Andre was pounding my pussy again with hard, fast strokes. I lowered my shoulders and head to the ottoman to better brace myself against his powerful movements. Andre was grunting each time his pelvis slammed into my ass, and I had my face turned toward the door assuming it wouldn't be too long before Andre did actually pump my pussy full of his cum. I was hoping it wouldn't be too soon because I was loving the sensation of his big, black cock deep inside me. I already knew that this wouldn't be our last time together. I wanted more.

That's when I noticed the doorknob turn and before I could react the bedroom door opened enough to see a head pop in the room for just a second. My eyes hadn't yet focused on the face when I heard the head say, "Oh shit! I'm sorry!" and then it disappeared and the door started to close. But just as quickly the head popped in again and looked directly at me and said, "Holy shit! Mara!"

Andre stopped his thrusts as I raised my shoulders and straightened my head to see the shocked face of Duane looking back at me. Strangely enough for that moment, with me naked on the ottoman being fucked by Duane's best friend, I wasn't embarrassed one bit. But Duane certainly was. He said "Shit! I'm sorry! I'll leave now! I was just so surprised to see it was you!"

He started to close the door when I heard myself saying, "No! Wait!" Time stopped for a moment, then Duane slowly opened the door again and gave me a quizzical look. I paused for a second and then tried to sound as seductive as possible when I said, "Maybe you'd like to join us, Duane?" Duane looked a little shocked, but I'm sure Andre wasn't shocked at all.

Duane looked to Andre as if to silently ask, "Is this for real?" and "Are you OK with this?" Andre must have given Duane the nod, because Duane slowly stepped fully into the room and closed the door. He looked back to me again and said with a big smile coming across his face, "To tell you the truth, Mara, the only reason I haven't tried to get at you before was because of Rob, but I have wanted to fuck you since we first met!"

At hearing that coming from Duane, my pussy flushed with even more wetness. Duane was standing there in only his swim shorts. He stepped closer and loomed over me with his immense muscular form. I smiled up at him and managed to beckon him with one hand while saying, "I've felt the same way about you, Duane. Now come here and let me see you!"

Andre was now starting to move again, this time pushing himself slowly in and out of my pussy. I'm sure he was watching with interest what was unfolding in front of him. Duane stepped directly in front of me and my eyes moved downward to see that his erection had grown quickly and I was startled by its apparent size.

Duane wasn't about to go slowly at this point; he was behind in this race and he had some catching up to do. He quickly pushed his swim shorts down to the floor and stood back up with his dark cock directly in front of my face. I was stunned!