Erotic Dilemmas: 7> the Horny football fan
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: Returning home to London after an away football match that her lifelong team won, Gayle Adams finds herself in a train carriage and in the midst of four south bound supporters from the losing home team.

Gayle was feeling rather jubilant that her lifelong football team had won away and against the red half of Manchester as she made her way to the train station for the return journey back to London. She was also feeling horny, taken by the youthful looks of the opposition's young black star striker.

The one thing that most honest opposing fans say about the ‘reds' is, with all that they've achieved the past 23 years, they are a football club to be respected, even though Gayle's team have been their only realistic challengers, having won every major cup since her dad began watching them from when her granddad took him way back in 1967.

At 23 years of age, Gayle came along as an unexpected addition to the family in the autumn of 1993. She didn't travel to every away match. In fact, Manchester and the reds, was the furthest she had ever travelled, though, not, necessarily, because of their tall, very lanky star striker, who had scored the only goal for the reds that afternoon in a 2-1 victory for her team, nicknamed the ‘Lions'.

‘He can score with me any day,' she thought at the time, her pussy getting moist while her clit hardened at the thought of having his warm body between her splayed thighs. Gayle had, had her share of black men and so knew just how long and thick some, indeed, most of them, were. Her thoughts then turned to her being laid down, her legs akimbo (quite wide) and him, the red's star striker, pounding her open wet pussy with his long thick black dick as she cried out, urging him to fuck her hard and deep.

Having found a compartment with a row of seats on either side, Gayle got settled next to the window. Expecting to be alone, though, she was presently joined by four of the Manchester fans, each one wearing his red and white scarf with pride. Of the four, three were white while the fourth was black and tall. That summoned up images of their striker in Gayle's head and she stared at him a tad (bit) longer than she otherwise should have. Thankfully, and by the time she had prised her eyes from him, they didn't make mention of the fact, even though she had seemingly shown an interest in him and, quite possibly, them.

It so transpired, they were all returning to London. The red's popularity, as noted by their kit sales, was worldwide, while they were owned by the owners of an American football club that had won Super Bowl, which subsequently boosted their popularity in the USA.

"So, you enjoy the game?" Trevor struck up a hopeful conversation with Gayle, who wore her away support on her heart.

"Yes, thanks," she smiled back at him, too horny to otherwise realise the essence of his question.

"You were lucky," Mat began. "We could have won it, had a penalty, even," he chipped in.

"Yeah, but you didn't. All the same, though, it was a bit dubious. I've seen better diving at the Olympics," she teased, adding a smile. In fact, she hadn't watched the Olympics at all. Too boring for Gayle, who preferred action sports.

"So, you like our star striker, then," Paul mentioned, having noticed Gayle's lingering look over Gordon, who cracked a perfect smile. His pearl white teeth framed by his dark brown lips, one's she would welcome around her straining hard nipples and clit. It was a long journey back to London, and none of them going anywhere in the meantime.

"Yes," she nodded her approval, while Gayle's legs moved of their own volition at her renewed thoughts.

"Gordon, here, could be a striker. He's got the perfect physique for it, and you, come to think of it," Trevor intimated to her, having picked up on his friend's suggestion, while Gordon simply lapped it up.

God, she was horny, while their continued banter and small talk, which had become mildly suggestive and erotic, wasn't helping stem Gayle's dilemma. Sure, she'd fuck one of them, two, maybe, but all four. That was quite a challenge, even for a horny slut such as she.

"You guys, talk the talk, but...!" she rejoined, and waited on their next offering.

"I think she's frisky, guys," Gordon finally found his voice.

"Damn horny, if you must know," Gayle said, and then drew up her royal blue skirt to show them her stained white thong; blue and white being her team's colours.

"Go on, Gordon, my lad, get stuck in, I think she wants your black dick."

"He's quite big," Mat mentioned, just as Gordon rose and then went over to the horny nymph.

"None of you others joining in, then," Gayle intoned, as he got closer.

"Eventually. We just want to watch how you tackle Gordon first," Trevor said.

"Yeah, it's a long journey back to London, no rush," Mat chimed, his indication causing Gayle's cheeks to become slightly florid at the prospect of taking them one at a time; a gangbang of sorts, she realised to herself, while her pussy, yet again, moistened.

Knelt before the horny football fan, who was slightly reclined in the corner, Gordon, drew in the heady, horny scent of her cunt, which elicited a low languid sigh from Gayle's lips, one that both continued and became deeper when he kissed her humid inner left thigh, having he moved it further apart.

"Emn, yes, oh, more," she urged him, when he got closer to her thong, only to withdraw himself and smooch along the right one.

"You're, yes, quite a tease," Gayle intoned, not wanting to be the one to draw her thong to one side and expose her shaved pussy mound to him, to them, in fact, knowing there was a dew of moisture on it from her pervading horniness.

To further tease her, Gordon pushed out his tongue, which was noticeably long, and wiggled it about suggestively before withdrawing it. That made Gayle croon at the prospect of what lay ahead for her cunt, which became even wetter.

"Show him, show Gordon where you want his tongue and black dick," Mat, who had moved to sit almost across from Gayle, urged her.

Although, accepting his challenge, she stroked two of her fingertips along the noticeable groove of her pussy, from the bottom up, several times. She then turned them around to show them how wet and in need of a hard fuck she was, before offering them to Gordon to get an early taste of her.

Rather than actually lick them, he opened his lips and was soon sucking down and up her fingers a few times, which was all the encouragement Gayle needed to draw the moist, stained material of her thong to one side.

"Ooo," they all crooned in unison, as her silky smooth pussy was revealed.

"She's wet," Mat chimed, before introducing himself and the other two by name, and all while Gordon, the only one who's name she so far knew, licked up the moisture from Gayle's puffy mound.

"And, you?" Mat enquired of her, his hard-on causing the tight blue jeans he was wearing to prominently bulge at what he had thus far seen.

"Gayle; Gayle Adams," she informed him with a sigh, her right hand resting on the back of Gordon's neck as he imitated her earlier finger movements with the tip of his long pink tongue.

"Ohhh fuck, emn," she sighed, as he edged himself a centimetre deeper and ran his tongue tip along the groove of her pussy while stroking her distended clit with fingers of his right hand; Gordon's arm wrapped around her right thigh.

On and on, he ministered to Gayle's pussy and clit, which he licked and sucked, soon bringing forth a glowing climax from her before sinking his tongue into her warm wet cunt and tasting her climatic juices.

When he did, and with Gayle bucking her hips up and down, she held him to her as he continued to tongue fuck her and encourage a second climax to swell and crest through her horny body.

Eventually taking himself from her, Gayle knew what was next, knew what was expected of her and she certainly welcomed it. Sat up to that of Gordon being stood before her, she felt for the hard-on in his slacks and soon found it hanging between his legs. Gayle stroked it as best that she could before moving her hands to undo the button and nylon zip of his trousers, which she subsequently lowered. As she did, her chin caught the bulging head of his masterpiece. It was mildly warm she noticed.

With Gordon's trousers pooled around his shins, when Gayle raised herself back up, her hands free, she drew up the left leg of his red and white striped boxer shorts and smiled, appreciatively, as his bulging cockhead came into view along with the upper portion of his shaft.

Rather than be knelt on the floor for him and for what she wanted to do, Gayle had Gordon climb up onto the compartment's seat. Stood like that, his head was above the luggage rack while his flinching cock was perfectly positioned above hers. This time, having once more drawn the leg of his boxer shorts up, she noticed it was harder, the head was certainly directed ominously forward, which was perfect for what Gayle then did.

With her tongue extended and the others watching with eager expectation, each one finding it hard to disguise what he was doing with his right hand, Gayle slithered her tongue around the turgid coffee coloured glans of Gordon's trouser snake while fingers of her right hand stroked her pussy and were soon slipping in and out, making it all the more wetter for when he slid and rammed his big black dick deep inside her horny cunt.

"Er, urm," Gayle moaned her contentment, when, even though she had made herself cum in front of four strangers, she slid her lips up and along his warm thick length; her lips catching the many veins that bulged around it, coursing the necessary blood to further maintain Gordon's firmness.

"She certainly likes sucking dick," Mat voiced his approval, and soon had his cock out and the horny slut's left hand around it.

Welcoming his intervention, Gayle stroked his manageable girth while she took more and more of Gordon's warm thick length between her lips and into her mouth; she even allowed him the privilege of letting the warm swollen crown brush against her epiglottis but no further; not yet, she wanted to dote on his cock some more, feel the head warm and snug in her mouth then her pussy and maybe her tight little asshole.

It was a long, long journey back to London; they had plenty of time to debauch her slutty body and give her a long hard fuck. As was usual, that meant sucking each one off and drinking their cum, starting with Gordon.

Wanting, needing to fully get at him, she released Mat, momentarily, and soon had Gordon's shorts down. With his erection free of their loose confinement, it sprang up immediately, coming to rest at an above horizontal angle. Gayle, then, even though it was vaguely moist from her saliva, spat on it a couple of times and then began stroking both before once more taking Gordon's fat length into her mouth. This time, though, she allowed him the pleasured presence of feeling his cockhead slip, slide into her throat, even feel her lips pressed against his groin while her tongue slithered and slathered around his pulsating shaft.

"Oh fuck, yes. Guys, I'm in her throat, my cock's actually in her throat," Gordon announced, moments before the sound of two more metal zips being drawn down echoed in the compartment.

"I think she wants you to cum, Gordon," Paul informed him, as Gayle began a slow back and forth action with her lips and soon had her right hand full of his warm shaft.

Not wanting to be left out of any of this, Trevor had his warm moist tongue sliding up and down her slit while fingers of his left hand stroked her sheathed clit and those of the right massaged the inner folds of her pussy.

"Hur-urmn," Gayle was soon heard to moan around Gordon's throbbing black dick, as she sucked and bobbed her head and lips back and forth along it; her efforts soon rewarded when he flooded her mouth with his warm black cum juice, which she relished and savoured the taste of before it trickled down her throat.

"Ooo fuck, me, yes," he exalted.

"And she drinks cum, too," exclaimed Mat, who, having released Gayle's casual grip, soon had her warm moist lips around his length. Not as long as Gordon's, who sported a full 10 inches, but of average girth.

Although Gayle had a hand free, Gordon was the one to fill it; Trevor, meanwhile, had been adventurous enough to try out the resistance to Gayle's asshole, which his fingers, moist from her pussy, had teased and probed - his tongue subsequently up inside her hot wet snatch as he did.

Rather than, as she had with Gordon, concentrate her oral efforts on just Mat, the horny football fan moved amongst them: Mat and Paul to have them cum, which they presently did, and Gordon, to get him hard enough to fuck her, which took very little effort; in fact, hardly any, though she welcomed sucking on his blackness every so often.

Having Mat filled her mouth with his sweet and salty offering, Gayle beckoned Trevor up from between her humid yet sticky thighs. She then took a moment to thank him for his pleasurable attention and even smiled approvingly at his indication as to her ‘taking it up the ass', before licking both sets of his fingers and soon surrounding his inflamed bulging cock, which was well-proportioned for a white guy, and dutifully sucking him off as well.

With her tummy full of four loads of warm creamy man spunk, Gayle stood up and subsequently invited the four men to remove her jacket, undo her blouse and bra and undo and remove her skirt. She then invited Gordon to remove her thong before resting her upper body, at an incline, against the corner, her legs and thighs open and inviting to him as she beckoned him to her with her hands.

Knelt down, to begin with, when he moved over and closer to Gayle, she reached out her right hand and encircled as much of his shaft, just below the crown, as she could.

"Are you going to fuck this lovely, emn, big black dick of yours, yes, into my horny wet pussy," Gayle urged and sighed, especially when she stroked the warm turgid head up and down the length of her wet slit several times.

"Ooh, yes. Fuck! Fill me, with, emn, more," Gayle crooned, when, having broken the surface, she undulated herself against the head of Gordon's black sceptre for some long moments before finally feeding him into her wetness and subsequently releasing him. She then moved her hands to his flanks, which she then used to urge and propel his body and, more to the point, his long thick length to pound her pussy.

The horny slut's mouth wasn't spared for too long; a cock soon filling it as Gordon swung his hips at her time and again. When she presently came, he took himself from her and then they had Gayle assume the doggy position. Knelt as she was along the long seat, Mat was soon ploughing her pussy, his hands grasping her hips while In front of her was Gordon. Thereafter, and between them, they spit fucked the horny football fan while Trevor manoeuvred himself to suck Gayle's right tit and hard nipple while Paul toyed and teased her anus and clit and Gordon rolled, pulled and generally ministered to Gayle's left nipple.

"Hurmn, urmn," she cried out her pleasure, what with every part of her horny body being stimulated, enough that, Mat cleaving his cock back and forth, eventually encouraged an almost knee trembling climax to erupt inside Gayle and subsequently wash over her.

With her okay and quite willing to have them fuck her in that position, they took it in turns to drill Gayle's pussy to several more climaxes, each time getting a taste of herself on the one who had just made her cum.

When that bout of fucking was over, and while she sucked Trevor's cock, Gayle flinched, pleasurably, when she felt a warm wet tongue flick around her puckered anus, moments before hands from one of them, not the one who was tasting her, as his fingers were stroking along the line of Gayle's moist crease, drew her ass cheeks slightly open and invitingly enough for the tongue tip to pop inside.

"Hurmnnn," she emitted a low languid sigh, one that repeated, not long after, when the fingers at her pussy slid inside. That, and where the probing tongue was, caused Gayle to buck back at them, even though Trevor held her to him and in check as she swung his hips back and forth, relishing giving Gayle another mouth fuck of his length.

Shortly thereafter, and having Mat spat and dribbled some of his saliva on her exposed rosebud, he nudged the warm puffy head against her tight opening and soon had it past her ring. ‘At least it wasn't Gordon,' she thought to herself, not yet, anyway, although, he would get his welcome turn.

Before that, though, she wanted to enjoy the average girth of his friends as each one took it in turns to ream her tight little asshole, stretching and opening it in readiness for Gordon to fuck and drill her tight little backside with his long thick black mamba; least that's what it seemingly represented when she had first fully exposed him.

Trevor was soon replaced by Gordon and then Mat, Paul and Trevor; Gayle getting a taste of her ass juice on each. To help take her mind of any possible discomfort from the big black guy, they suggested she have one of them in her pussy; Gayle choosing Mat to be that guy and soon with him between her knelt legs.

"Spread my ass cheeks—wide," she told him, and soon she felt herself to be quite open.

As with when Mat eased himself into her back passage, Gordon showed her exposed asshole the puffy glans to begin with, her moans and anything else, tempered by that of Gayle having another mouthful of Trevor's length as he urged her back and forth and swung his hips at her.

"She sounds okay," Mat announced, all the while looking into Gayle's blue eyes, which had suddenly become brighter. Although the horny slut resisted rocking back on Gordon's slowly advancing length, she neither rocked forward, either, which was something.

"You like," Trevor intoned, having noticed the gleam in her eyes, also, and the blush on her cheeks as she continued to suck his cock.

"Urmn," she responded, with a smile, as more of the thick black sceptre filled her up. When she thought he was all the way in, Gordon surprised her by filling Gayle with even more of his firm blackness.

‘God, he's balls deep in my ass,' she quickly realised, as, what little discomfort there had momentarily been had given way to a mounting pleasure; her body and every viable orifice filled with cock.

With little more than pleasured moans and murmurs escaping her mouth and lips thereafter, Gayle's body, for the first time ever, enjoyed being probed, intruded, serviced and fucked by three, that's right, three, count them: Mat, Trevor and big long Gordon, firm cocks.

Far from any compulsion, on Gayle's part, at least, to rock back on them, in particular, Mat and Gordon, they both urged her back and forth, each one's length sliding in and out, back and forth at the same time. She came, twice, in fact, her escaping juices bathing Mat's dick with their warm stickiness and still she wanted more.

She got that when, having Gordon removed his thick black length from Gayle's well-railed asshole, he moved himself lower and soon occupied her pussy. Trevor then gave way to Paul and between the three of them, they fucked Gayle, mercilessly, while Trevor toyed with her asshole.

Having no, whatsoever, need to spread her ass cheeks, Mat was soon cupping and fondling Gayle's shapely tits, occasionally kneading them while sucking one of her firm ripe nipples and then the other, all while Gordon and he alternately worked their lengths up inside her horny wet and full cunt - one of them sliding in as the other withdrew himself, thereby causing a pleasurable rippling effect and sensation to course through Gayle's erotically charged body.

"Fuck me," she swooned, on the odd occasion that Paul slipped from her lips. That was followed by further cries of: "Fuck me, fuck both your cocks in me," before she was returned to the task of ministering to Paul's erection.

"What's that song by hot chocolate?" Trevor teased, both with his question and fingers, all three long ones, which were wedged up Gayle's asshole.

"Everyone's a winner! Right, Gayle," Paul exclaimed.

"Ur-urmn," she couldn't help but agree, moments before she came, yet again. Their football teams may be at competitive odds with one another, but that was far from the case that early evening for Gayle and them.

To end with, Gayle found herself slung over Gordon's legs as he was sat up. That allowed the horny slut to flex herself up and down his black length while sucking the one stood on the seat and, when she was ready, Gayle holding her ass cheeks open and inviting, getting yet another ass reaming from each of the others and all while Gordon caressed her breasts and sucked on her nipples. He even tried pushing them together, in an attempt to suck both at the same time only to settle for sucking each, and in close proximity to one another.

Mat was the first of them to climax and he rather enjoyed filling Gayle's ass with his warm sticky cum, which her body both welcomed and shivered when she felt the force of his eruption.

Trevor followed, not long afterwards; however, he waited until he had left her ass for Paul. It only took several commanding sucks on her part and he was once again filling Gayle's receptive mouth and throat with his equally warm creamy spunk.

No sooner had she drained him dry, than Trevor sat down beside them and kissed Gayle on her lips; his tongue probing hers and tasting a fine residue of himself on her, something of a rarity in men, she found.

Wanting to be different, Paul took himself from her well-fucked asshole and splashed his sticky essence over her back. He then scooped it up with his fingers - all of it - and fed it to Gayle, who relished the taste.

After that, and with Gordon and Gayle getting themselves to one another, he, holding onto the opposing football fan by her buttocks, turned them around and sat Gayle near the edge of the seat.

With his dark brown body almost craned over her, and gazing at Gayle with his deep brown steely eyes, Gordon withdrew himself until just the crown of his long thick cock was immersed in her pool of delight. He then, and with little warning, save for a grunt, slammed his meat stick deep inside her pussy.

The seat, which was far from the springy constitution of a mattress, and yet, equally, nowhere near the dullness of a hard floor, even one with a deep shag carpet over it, was, nevertheless, enough to level out Gordon's forceful strokes and make his fuck action adequately pleasurable. Like that, though, Gayle soon had the fingers of her right hand stroking her clit while those of her left rolled and pulled each hardened nipple, alternately.

"Fuck me, big boy, slam your big black dick, yes, more, slam it, ram it deep into, oh god, yes, my cunt, my needy hot wet cunt," she continued to encourage Gordon, as another climax began to brew. It was so good, so amazingly good, that Gayle struggled to draw breath. With a flex of his hips, he thrust his full length into her, savouring the harsh scream that erupted from her lips with each pound of his immense black dick.

For his part, Gordon managed to hold out longer than the others; quite long, indeed. He had, after all, been the one in her pussy when they took turns in her ass and eventually climaxed. The damp folds of her sex clutched at him, milking his cock, squeezing him tight. Withdrawing again, he thrust deep and hard just three more times. Then, with a loud growl, his balls exploded. Up Gordon's black rod, his cum boiled and quickly flooded Gayle's pussy, their climatic secretions soon intermingling into one. She shivered as her pussy fluttered delicately around his continuously spent cock.

That wasn't meant to happen, not him cumming inside her unprotected pussy, but Gayle hummed a contented tune all the same, and continued to hum it to the son she gave birth to 9 months later.