Cassie Ch. 05: Tennis Toys

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Hey, so it’s me Cassie again. How have y’all been? I’ve missed you! It’s been a few months and I’m sorry for keeping y’all in suspense! I love you SO much!

Truth is, after Will left for college things really died down for me. I’ve sorta been sad, actually. The night before he moved to campus I totally cried with him inside of me. We drove to our favorite spot and I eagerly climbed on top of him in the back seat. We kissed passionately and I quickly moved my panties to the side so we could be connected one last time. That’s when I began sobbing like a baby. It was such a beautiful moment, our final night together, but I also felt really sad. I was not only going to miss the great sex, but his warm companionship. Will is one of my best friends and my heart aches for him.

After he left for college, we had about a week of Facetime sex. It was ok but I finally suggested that we should start dating other people. It broke my heart to say it, but I didn’t want to hold him back from the healthy experiences that come from college life. Plus, nothing can substitute for the real thing. Wrapped up in each other’s arms, a warm, throbbing dick in my hot pussy. There’s nothing else like it on the planet.

On top of my heartache about Will, my sister Katherine (I call her “K” for short) and I have also been awkward. I made out with her one night during our family camping trip. But after that, she went sorta silent and we haven’t talked much since. Also, I finally moved out of her home and into my own apartment, so now we just text like regular siblings do. The whole thing is depressing! We all felt so connected at the end of the summer, but now it’s like we’re strangers with distant sexy memories. It sort of seems like one big fantasy instead of reality. I occasionally lay in bed at night and question whether all of that amazing sex actually happened! It totally feels like a dream sometimes, like my mind is playing tricks on me. It’s crazy I tell ya!

Bottom line? I’ve been lonely and incredibly horny. So, when K finally broke the silence last week with an unexpected text, it made me shriek with excitement (Yes, I totally shrieked out loud when I read it). She wrote, “U wanna go visit Will with me Fri afternoon?”

In fact, when I read her text, my fingertips got all tingly and I fumbled and dropped my phone. It gave me a memory rush of when Will first touched me in my pink sports bra and yoga pants. Oh, and if you haven’t read the previous chapters, you should, they’re really fun! 🙂

So anyway, after I read K’s text I tried to play it off all cool cause I didn’t want to spook her. So, I casually wrote back, “Sure, u wanna drive?”

As some of you already know, K and I are on the same wavelength as BFF sisters. So, when she texted me, I could sense a huge amount of sexual tension in her words. She might as well have written instead, “Hey, u wanna go visit Will and we can all fuck each other’s brains out?”

Well, I didn’t know for sure, because her text could have been innocent, but a big part of me sensed that she was finally ready to get kinky again. I don’t think the sex with her husband is that great right now, so I wondered if her desire has been building up all this time, kind of like a dam about to break?

Anyway, before I describe our trip to visit Will on campus, I’ll pause and describe us a little bit. That will help you to visualize everything with more detail. So, me, I’m the famous Cassie! Yay! I’m about 5′ 9″ (175 cm) and my boobs are naturally large. I easily fill an E cup, but can squeeze into a DD swimsuit if I’m trying to impress. My hair is constantly changing, but right now I’m a bleach blonde, shoulder length, and I have a little pink dye streak on the side. My waist is small with a big round ass. I have light blue eyes, pouty lips, and a cute nose. Most guys check me out a few times before they realize what’s happening. And they sometimes get into trouble with their girlfriends for staring too long.

My sister K is a stunning brunette, 5′ 10″ (178 cm) with slightly smaller boobs (DD). She likes to change her hair color too, but right now she’s a dark auburn. Her hair is longer and thicker than mine, which she constantly points out to strangers to compensate for other things. K and I have similar body types, although I’m more toned. My sister’s a natural beauty with her gorgeous face. She has dark green eyes and a bunch of tiny freckles on her cheeks. She’d never admit this in public, but she has a few small tattoos. I’ve only seen one of them, but I know she has the words, “lick” and “me” under her left and right boobs. They’re basically relics from her super sleazy past. The one visible tattoo is on her lower back. It’s a small red heart, which is supposed to symbolize her love and devotion for her husband. Anyway, K is the kind of girl that draws attention from everyone in public. I remember one time in the airport we were sitting in the terminal and everyone was checking her out. She was wearing a black skirt and a tight white blouse. The young guy next to her kept stealing glances at the bursting buttons on her blouse. She must have had some good cleavage showing from his vantage point because his eyes casino oyna were stuck! Later on I noticed K stretch her legs, and that gave the lucky guy in front of her a 30 second upskirt (I think that’s what you call it?). I watched that poor man sweat and I swear he got an immediate boner. It was hilarious, but it also made me a little jealous! My sister K is such a hottie! In fact, I sometimes jokingly call her the “Hottie Spagottie with a Naughty Body”! I know I’m weird, okay! 🙂

And then there’s my nephew, Will. He’s incredible. He’s about 6 feet (183 cm) tall, brown hair, brown eyes, and olive skin. He’s muscular in all the right places. His stamina is beyond belief. I remember one night in his car when he fucked me gently for almost an hour straight. My pussy was super tight because I had gone through multiple orgasms, but he just kept pounding me. I even laughed at one point and gave him a high five because of how amazing it was. Anyway, I could talk about his body all day, but he’s strong, sensitive, and YOUNG. It’s super inappropriate that his older aunt likes him like that, but whatever. I used to be grossed out by family sex, but now I think it’s totally hot.

Alright, so back to our story. Friday morning finally came and I woke up to another amazing text from K. It made my head spin. This is what she wrote:

“Bring tennis clothes and a racket. They have a tennis court near his dorm. We might spend the night, so bring PJs.”

I was already beyond excited, but this was just too much. As I sat in my office chair at work I could feel my juices begin to flow as I fantasized about our afternoon trip. Part of me kept holding back, as I tried to stay calm and tell myself that probably nothing would happen, but the other part of my brain was on fire. Around 11:00 am my boss came over to my desk and asked if I was okay. I might have looked preoccupied or stressed? I dunno. But either way, he’s super hot, so while he was standing there in front of my desk, chatting about life, I undressed him in my mind. I then put my hand down my black dress pants and started rubbing my clit over my thin cotton panties. I was so horny from all of the fantasies that it only took me about a minute of hard rubbing to cum. Cumming was risky, obviously, cause he was only a few feet in front of me, but I forced myself to control my breathing and I stayed relatively still. Except for a little squirming in my chair and a sigh as my orgasm ended, I don’t think he noticed too much. If anything, he probably thought I was bored with him, but little did he know I was imagining him fucking me on top of my desk in my heels.

I took an early lunch and went to my apartment to finish packing. The orgasm at work helped to clear my head a little, but my loins were still inflamed as thoughts of Will constantly filled my mind. As I sat on the couch in my living room, waiting for K to pick me up, I could feel myself tremble with excitement. I even had to get up and pace by the front door, like a large cat at the zoo, to help alleviate all the tension. When K finally pulled up, I slowly opened the door and tried to nonchalantly glide to the car. I didn’t want her to notice how I was freaking out inside, so I took one last big breath, threw my suitcase in the back, and then plopped down next to her with a big smile. “Hey, Sis!” I said cheerfully.

She seemed nervous and worried, but could tell she was trying to relax, “Hey! Are you excited?”

I replied and patted her arm, “Yeah, for sure! It’s been a while since we’ve seen Will and I miss hanging out with you!”

K started to slowly warm up to me after that and we had a great time talking and laughing for the hour-long drive. It almost felt like no time had passed since our camping trip. At one point I tried to make a small joke about our brief sexual adventure together, but she was either too nervous, or too unaware of what I meant to take the bait. I really wanted to talk to her about our experience because it meant so much to me, but I can imagine that it was overwhelming for her. Ever since her marriage, K has been super conservative and proper. She’s a church-going type, so I imagine that any sex outside of marriage feels wrong to her. However, I remember how kinky and aggressive she became that night in the tent, so I know she has a slumbering sexual beast deep inside, ready to claw its way to the surface.

So, do you want to know about the goal I gave myself for our trip to visit Will? Knowing that I’m the sexual nymph that I am? Okay, here it is. My goal was to get laid as many times as possible! And how, you might ask? Well, by lighting my sister’s inner sexual bomb, and then helping it to explode! Hey, what can I say? I love my sis and I just want both of us to be happy! 🙂

Okay, back to my story, and sorry for getting sidetracked so much! When we were about 5 minutes away from Will’s dorm, I texted him to make sure he was ready. After we pulled up he came running outside and gave us the biggest hugs in the world. I thought I saw little tears as he told us how much he missed being home. It was so cute to see this homesick freshman get all emotional. He was still so young in so many ways. Such canlı casino a cutie!

Then, after the hugs and pleasantries, Will blurted out, “Are you ready to lose at tennis?!”

K shot back with an impish grin, “Honey, you have no idea how many hours your Aunt Cassie and I have spent practicing for this moment. We’re gonna rock your world!”

I nodded in agreement, especially if we were going to play Will 2 vs. 1. But then all of a sudden, I felt my confidence die as I watched the biggest lumbering muscleman I’ve ever seen stomp his way toward us.

Will announced the hulk, “Hey, this is my new roommate, Jake. He goes by “J” for short. I think I told you about him? I dunno. He’s the reason we’re gonna kill you in tennis!”

K stuck out her hand and gave him a firm handshake, “Nice to meet you, J! I go by K, so I think we’ll get along great!”

I hadn’t seen much of a flirty side to K in over 20 years, and so I was surprised at the rush of memories when we were in college together. I remembered this one night at a party when I felt like I was unstoppable, and then K showed up in some white booty shorts, a black halter top, and heels! I had never felt super competitive with my sister, but that party was when everything changed. We sang, danced, and flirted our way into the pants of multiple guys that night. I remember the next day when we met for lunch and how she asked how many guys I got. I lied and told her I couldn’t remember, even though it was only like 2 or 3. After my lie K confidently said, “I banged 5 guys!” After that I knew that she was always going to be sexier than me. Maybe that’s why over the years I have been so promiscuous and flirty? Like I’m trying to make up for losing to her in college? Could I be that twisted? I dunno, but when K shook J’s hand, I practically jumped out and hip checked her.

I caught his dreamy eyes and tried to sound young, “Sup, J! I’m Cass and I’m the tennis star, just you wait and see what I can do!” Instead of shaking his hand, I gave him a high 5. I think he liked my intro cause he rolled back with a chuckle and spoke with an incredibly deep, seductive voice, “Howdy, ma’am. I ain’t as good as Will says I am, but I’ve played a little tennis before.”

I watched the veins and muscles flexing in his arms as he casually swayed back and forth, and then imagined the same kind of masculinity under his Wrangler jeans. This kid was obviously from the country, with his calloused hands and powerful physique. J towered over us, at least 6′ 6″ (198 cm) and probably weighed close to 300 pounds (136 kg). This ox-of-a-teenager looked as innocent and humble as they come. With his long, wavy sandy brown hair, strong chin and hazel eyes, my knees almost buckled on the spot. I had to prop myself against K’s car to keep from passing out, and it wasn’t until someone said my name that I was able to shake myself from my lustful trance.

“Hey, should we change and head down to the court?” Will interrupted with anticipation.

K replied, “Yeah, do you have any water, hun? I know it’s cool outside, but we might get sweaty and thirsty.”

“Yeah, I have some water bottles inside. I’ll grab them too.”

Will guided us up the stairs to their tiny dorm. It was so cute, with music posters and a guitar in the corner. The boys went into the bedroom to change and K took the bathroom. I explored for a minute and noticed their small kitchen and living room. It looked like they had tried to clean for us. Being in a dorm again brought back so many good memories from when life was fun and simple.

K changed super quick, like she was trying to be ready for Will and J to come out. Part of me hesitated when she opened the door, because my competitive side didn’t want to give her any extra alone time with my sexy men. But, my rational brain kicked in and I jumped into the bathroom. As I changed, I listened and could hear some quiet talking through the thin wall. It was coming from the boys’ room. I couldn’t quite make it out, but it sounded like J laughed and said, “Dude, she’s pretty hot.”

This made me grin because I figured J wouldn’t be so forward about Will’s own mother, right? That wouldn’t make any sense, right? He was probably talking about me, right? Just tell me I’m right, mmkay!? I desperately wanted him to be talking about me, because my heavens, that young man was straight out of those romance novels I use as my guilty pleasure!

So guys, listen, my tennis outfit was perfect. I had spent hours at home thinking and preparing for this weekend. My plan was to not look too provocative or needy, but cute and confident. So, with my light pink pleated tennis skirt, white panties, and my light gray polo, I was looking pretty damn good! Before showing off my outfit, I paused to look in the mirror and my sexy reflection made my loins growl. “Damn Girl!” I silently moaned to myself “You look like u gonna get some cock tonight!” I winked at myself in the mirror, flipped the back of my skirt to expose my bubble ass, twirked a little, and then confidently strutted out the door.

Was I going overboard? I dunno, but damn I felt fine. If the opportunity presented itself, I was gonna give Big kaçak casino J the best blow job he’s ever imagined. The age difference and his probable inexperience didn’t matter one ounce to me. I just wanted to suck his cock and swallow his cum. And between me and K? I wanted to win of course!

I started checking K out as we followed each other outside. She was wearing a pleated plaid skirt (like the ones Catholic school girls wear) and a slutty white tank top! I couldn’t believe it! She was trying way too hard. As I got closer, I watched her walk next to me and she clearly didn’t have a bra on! I mean, the tank top was tight and her breasts are firm, but my goodness, who does she think she is with those big bouncing boobs? A horny teenager? Good grief! She started walking a little faster to catch up to the boys and that’s when my adrenaline kicked in. I started to sprint and spanked her hard on the ass as I ran past her. I laughed so hard that the boys looked around to see what was so funny.

When we reached the tennis court the guys took their place on the side with some shade, and us girls went to the sunny side. The smack talk started to fly on both sides and we began crossing the inappropriate flirting line. We kept talking about “balls”, for example. Like someone yelled, “One sec, I gotta go grab those balls!” or “Hey, are these balls getting flat?!” And then someone blurted out, “I think my racket shaft is bent!” It was all so funny and we laughed really hard. Everyone seemed to be okay with the innuendos. Even J, the sheltered country bumpkin was laughing with us. It was so much fun!

After a couple games, I was getting sweaty, so I asked for some water. K grabbed one of the water bottles and started spraying me in the face and chest. My sports bra and light gray polo hid the water well, and it felt really good, so I didn’t stop her. I glanced over and noticed the boys’ jaws drop. I knew I looked hot, and figured they would enjoy the entertainment. It felt incredible to be wanted by two horny young men. I thought about grabbing the water away from her and spraying her back, but then realized it would be a big mistake. It would essentially become a wet t-shirt contest, and I knew she would win that contest.

After we cooled off a bit, we decided to switch court sides. I watched Will start to cross the net by stepping over and so I thought I would try it too. I walked up to the net, put my first leg over and then noticed how high it was. J was crossing at the same time and the net bounced up when he finished stepping over. I felt the hard metal wire hit my vaginal line perfectly, pressing my panties into my cunt, leaving a deep cameltoe. I stood there for a second and allowed the net to rub against me. I felt my clit harden as I slid back and forth a little. The pressure felt so good that I dropped my racket and just sat there, gently rubbing against the hard line. I started pushing down hard and the back of my pink pleated skirt raised up, showing a sliver of my white panty line. My sister’s voice awoke me from my sexual daze, “Cass, you stuck?” I glared at her, then seductively looked back at the guys. Their flushed looks were priceless. Both of them were frozen in place, but I could tell they loved it. I finally unlatched myself from the net and joined K on the shady side, still horny as hell.

K realized what was starting to happen and so she boldly took matters into her own hands. She grabbed the water bottle again and said in a sultry voice, “I can’t cool down. Does anyone care if I pour the rest on my head?”

The boys shook their heads and before I could protest, she started squeezing the water over her head. She looked up like she was in the shower, and we helplessly watched as the water flowed down, soaking her white tank top. Her light brown areolas and large nipples were nearly visible before that, but this reached a whole new level of sexy. The cool temperature of the water caused her areolas to shrink, and her nipples stuck straight out. Oh, and in case you were wondering, her boobs became VERY visible. The wet, braless white tank top was exactly what those horny teenage boys had been waiting for. She swayed her chest back and forth and hopped up and down, laughing like the flirty slut I knew she had always been, She winked at them and smirked, “Ohhh, that’s cold, but it feels so good!”

We somehow started to play again, but any score keeping became impossible. Our tennis game was spiraling out of control, becoming a show match between two grown women who desperately wanted to fuck. That’s when K began to pause between “points” and started doing one of the sexiest things I have ever seen. She kept putting the racket head down onto the court with the handle sticking straight up. Then she would lower herself onto the firm end of the handle. There was no hiding this crazy sexual act from her and we all gawked like hungry birds. She looked so happy that I started to join in on the fun. After each point we would put the handle under our skirts and press down, each time a little longer. If the guys had x-ray vision they would have noticed how hard we were pushing our panties into our vaginas. They would have also seen how wet we were getting. The mounting pressure against my clit felt amazing and I moaned each time I pressed down. It was fun watching the boys getting hard under their basketball shorts from our sexy “competition”.

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