"Suck me, bitch!" Mike growled, fucking his cock into her mouth hard. "I'm about to come! Oooo you cant! You hot-assed, cock-sucking cunt. Eat me!"

Carol's mouth burned with the tingling erotic pleasure she felt, her mind reeling as she

anticipated the gushing of his come juice.

Mike slammed against her mouth, his cock buried in her throat. She felt his cock throb, then his prick was jerking as he came. The head of his cock was past her tonsils, and that was not the way she liked having a cock come off inside her mouth. This way, she couldn't taste the creaminess, the thick sweetness. She struggled to pull her mouth back on his gushing cock, but Mike held her by the back of her head, refusing to let her have his come juice the way she wanted.

Then he pulled his cock from her lips.

Carol shot her tongue out before he could pull away, licking quickly over his piss hole. As she knelt there, Mike stuffed his cock into his pants. Carol looked up at him with hot, slightly misty eyes.

"That was a good one, Carol," he said. "Listen, I gotta go-the guys are waiting. Come around and watch practice again real soon.

"Mike, what's wrong with you?" she asked, standing up and knowing she felt ashamed of herself.

"Hey, cunt," he said, "let's don't make a big deal out of a couple blow jobs and a fuck or two. We both know the score, Carol."

She stood there and watched him trot around the corner of the gym. Picking up her purse, she walked slowly to the parking lot where she had parked. Her lips felt puffy and bruised, her throat sore.

Sitting in the car, she leaned against the steering wheel, wondering about the change that had come over Mike. Finally she turned the overhead light on and looked at her face in the rearview mirror. Her lips, just as she suspected, were bruised. There was a small scratch on her nose where his zipper had scraped.