Posted by Annevar Lord on June 18, 2007 at 00:32:49:
Hello again. Here is another story, I hope you enjoy. More to come soon. (pardon the pun, it was mostly unintentional.)
Annevar
The Belly Popper: The Tennis Player
By: Annevar Lord
“Thanks for the ride home, Mr. Bateman.” Mindy Peterson stretched her long legs under the dash of the Tennis Coach’s new Corvette. The short, white tennis skirt rode up dangerously on her thighs, but she stopped the stretch just short of showing too much.
“You’re welcome, Mindy; you know it’s no trouble,” Alan Bateman answered. He glanced over at her as he put the car in reverse and backed out of the Fowlerville High School parking lot. Mindy was teasing him; she had taken the panty-like shorts off in the locker room after practice and had already flashed him a glance at her dark bush as she had climbed into the car. Mindy was a looker and knew it; she was trim and athletic, with curves that could make a dead man sit up. Her big breasts were pushing hard at a uniform that was at least a size too small—she had done away with her sports bra too. The tiny nubs of her nipples were clearly visible through the thin spandex fabric, and she grinned when she caught him looking.
“You sure you don’t mind taking me all the way out to my grandma’s house?” she asked.
“Of course not,” Alan answered. He put the car in first and peeled out of the parking lot loudly, then laughed when Mindy whooped. He focused on the road, getting the car to pull as much speed as possible in the short city streets. The late summer sunset was painting things a funny red and Bateman took that as a good omen. Not long from now, he’d be painting something else red . . .
“You know it’s an hour away,” Mindy said. “If it’s any trouble, you can leave me at my girlfriend’s house instead.” She stretched again, this time giving him a good lingering look at the dark curls between her legs before easing back in the seat.
“No trouble at all,” he repeated, grinning. Young girls were so stupid; they’d trust most any successful young man with good looks and a sports car. Alan Bateman had good looks in spades; he was thirty, but fitter than most men five years younger from his hours spent as a coach and personal trainer. He had the ruggedly handsome face of a surfer, with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes. Mindy wasn’t the first girl to cozy up to him, and she wouldn’t be the last.
But Mindy was brassier than most; she knew what she wanted and was used to getting it; especially from boys and men. She had set her sights on Alan Bateman the day he had taken over coaching the girl’s tennis from Betty Marshall. Ms. Marshall had been hit by a car while speed-biking in the park, and as Mr. Bateman was the only teacher at Fowlerville high school who had ever played tennis, the coaching job had fallen to him.
He glanced at his passenger again, letting his eyes travel up the long smooth legs to the taught belly under her young, bouncing globes.
“Like anything you see?” Mindy asked pointedly. She was grinning devilishly and she pulled the tight shirt up so that he could see a thin, glittering gold chain around her belly. “It was my eighteenth birthday present,” she said. “From my Uncle Jack.”
“Your Uncle must have some kind of dough,” Alan remarked as she leaned toward him.
“My Uncle Jack likes to look at what he can’t have,” she said teasingly. “But then, looking has never been a crime, has it, Mr. Bateman?”
“Not to my knowledge,” Alan agreed.
“Mmmm,” she said unfastening her seatbelt so that she could drape herself across the center console. “I like to look, but only at things I can have.” She toyed with the button on his khakis. “I bet this is real nice to look at,” she added, grabbing his package.
“I bet you wouldn’t be disappointed,” he grinned. She glanced up at him teasingly and unfastened the button on his pants. He shifted a little in his seat so that she could work his massive erection free of his clothes.
“Oh, yes,” she said throatily. “This’ll do.”
Alan Bateman grinned as the young girl began teasing the tip of his shaft with her tongue. She wasted no time; it wasn’t a minute later that she had wrapped her hot little mouth around him and was sucking and stroking his long, thick cock. He was no stranger to blow jobs, but he had to admit that Mindy was particularly good at what she did. They were flying down the highway when he finally exploded in her mouth. She swallowed hard, and continued her sucking until his spasm’s stopped. She withdrew her head from his lap with a long, slow pull and teasingly licked a spilled glob of his cum from her hand.
“You’re very good at that,” he remarked. Even in the deepening shadows of the evening he saw her seductive grin.
“That’s not all I’m good at,” Mindy purred. She shimmied in her seat until she had peeled her tennis skirt off. With seductive slowness she spread her long, muscular legs until he could see how swollen she was. Her neatly trimmed bush merely accentuated the lovely curves of the valley where the mound of her sex lay. She rolled the tight spandex shirt up until she had bunched it beneath her magnificent breasts.
Alan watched with some interest. He especially noted the long, creamy expanse of her belly; the way she curved and dipped in all the right places from the slope of her lower ribs to the slight swell above her loins. She was sitting there now, mostly nude grinning mischievously at him as he watched her. “If you know of a place we can pull over, I’ll show you the rest of what I can do,” she whispered.
“Well, it just so happens that I do,” Alan replied. Mindy laughed and began playing with his already recovering manhood. He took the next exit and turned left on the road below. Mindy began a constant stream of whispered promises as he drove several miles. Finally he turned down a little used side road and wended his way along until he came to a service road that led into the woods. He followed this, stopping at last beneath a giant weeping willow that overlooked a small private lake.
“Wow,” Mindy said, “You know this place?”
“I should say so,” he replied, parking the car. He reached across the console and took her waist in his strong hands. With a show of strength that made her squeal in delight he pulled her onto his lap. Her pussy was like a little furnace pressed against him and he reached up and pulled her face into a bruising kiss. “I used to park here all the time,” he told her at last.
“Well, looks like you’ll park here again,” she teased. With a sure hand, she reached down between them and guided him to her tight little opening. As soon as he felt the tip of his cock part her folds he pulled her down hard, burying himself within her hot young pussy. Mindy grunted in ecstasy and began smoothly riding him, using her strong legs to push herself up and down on his stiff member. He was even bigger than she had realized; he was doing things to her that she had never imagined. One of his arms was still wrapped around her waist; he pulled himself even deeper into her ever time she came down. His other hand was massaging her belly, his strong fingers were bringing a fire to her skin that she had never known. She could feel her orgasm building and she began to ride more insistently, driving him as deep as she could until at last, mewling and gasping she climaxed, clutching him hard with her tight snatch.
But he wasn’t done with her. Even as she collapsed against his chest in shuddering bliss, he continued to slide smoothly in and out of her. He let her rest against him for a moment before pushing her back upright and peeling the tight tennis uniform up over her head so that she wore nothing but the gold belly chain. Her magnificent tits bounced free, her lovely pink nipples proud and erect in the warm night air. His mouth closed over the right one and he began to lick and suck the hard bud. She groaned and speared herself more insistently again as a second climax melted her insides and her inhibitions. She had never experienced a multiple orgasm before, she was covered in sweat, her breasts heaving and bouncing with each breath.
Still, he wasn’t done with her. She felt tired and spent, like she was floating away, but the insistent pressure in her young sex seemed to reawaken her almost immediately. Her hips continued to move rhythmically against him, her tight pussy hungrily gripped and clutched at him; her primal urges trying to pull him deeper still. Mindy moaned and let herself lean back against the steering wheel—and that was when she found it. Suddenly, it felt as if the stimulation was coming from both her pussy and somewhere deep, deep inside her. She was grunting deeply now, lost to everything except the feeling of him pumping in and out of her.
And she, unknowingly, had given Alan Bateman exactly what he wanted. He reached behind him and withdrew the small, silenced handgun which he had been concealing from her since she got in the car. He gazed at her for a moment, taking in the sweat-slicked body. Her long, tanned thighs were spread as wide as possible and she was still thrusting his member in and out of her tight little pussy. Her arms were stretched over her head so that she could grip the top of the windshield; even stretched like that her tits bounced and swayed and he gripped one hard for a moment.
But it was her taut, muscled belly that interested him now. He allowed his hand to come to rest between her tits, so that he could hold her exactly where he wanted her. She, blissfully unaware of anything except his cock and her pussy, continued to ride him until, screaming with ecstasy now, she climaxed a third time.
It was the moment he had been waiting for. Pushing hard with his hand between her big young breasts, he fired four of the small, powerful bullets into her middle. They made a line halfway between her navel and the top of her sex—right where the waistband of her jeans usually was. She grunted in shock as the bullets ripped her up, but the pain didn’t immediately catch up to her. Mindy was confused, she had just had third orgasm; she was weak with euphoric afterglow—and then the agony of wounds reached her mind and she made a gagging noise. She was still leaning back against the steering wheel, and her hands dropped from the top of the windshield to fall limply to her sides. Mr. Bateman was grinning at her, and she looked down at herself in distant confusion. At first she could make no sense of the four neat holes in her tummy that were pouring blood all down her front. But then she saw the gun in Mr. Bateman’s other hand and realized that he had shot her.
And that, when she looked a little further down, he was still fucking her; his thick, swollen shaft was still pumping in and out of her wide open pussy.
“Wha—?” she tried to ask, but her merely pulled her down to bury himself particularly deeply. He placed the gun against the cute little depression of her navel and pulled the trigger again.
“Unngh!” Mindy was slammed backward, her tits jiggling wildly as her whole body shook with the impact. Reflexively, she grabbed at the hand clutching the gun. She heard him laugh and incredibly could still feel him insistently fucking her. Everything was going kind of distant and dim, but she felt him bite her right nipple lightly and say, “Don’t worry, my lovelies, it’ll be your turn in a moment.”
Is he talking to my tits? She wondered, but another wave of agony swept up through her body and she gagged again. “Please!” she gasped, trying to push the gun away.
“Oh, would you like another one?” Alan asked her pleasantly. He allowed her weak hands to push the gun toward her full snatch. He shifted the barrel to the left a bit, then fired another bullet into the softness of her lower abdomen, just slightly above and to the left of the mound of her sex. She groaned weakly, and struggled a little, but all she managed to do was drive his cock even further into her pussy as she slumped downward.
“One more I think,” Alan told her. He slid the hot barrel of the gun to the right and pulled the trigger, making a matching hole on the other side of her abdomen.
She grunted, and her hands dropped from the gun to rest over the bullet holes in her belly. Alan continued to thrust into her, and he could feel her strength fading. He held the gun up and removed the empty magazine, making sure she watched him reload it and run the slide. She began trying to get away, but all she managed to do was gyrate her hips in a macabre sexual rhythm.
He set the gun on the passenger seat for a moment and slid a thin digital camera from his pocket. He pushed her hands away from her punctured belly and snapped off several photos. “Something to remember you by,” he told her jovially. “You’ve been a lovely date, Mindy, and one of the best fucks I have ever had.”
He picked up the gun again and pushed the barrel against her right nipple. “You know, you could have been in porn with these knockers. Good looking little slut like you; you would have done just fine.”
“No,” Mindy whispered weakly, but he ignored her and pulled the trigger. The windshield behind her exploded as the bullet went clean through and he grinned as her pussy began to spasm in a way that no orgasm could ever cause. She was still clingling to consciousness, she watched as he bounced her still harder. She gasped when he exploded inside her; she stared at him with stupid disbelief as his hot seed spilled into her tight pussy and began to ooze out. She tasted the blood in her mouth as it flowed upward from her ruptured lung. Her arms felt like lead and she looked down at the hole where her right nipple had been. It was pouring a thin stream of blood and she watched as Mr. Bateman’s finger closed around it.
“Such big tits, Mindy. Such nice bounce,” He took his hand a way and pounded her up and down again on his semi erect shaft. They both watched the way her tits rolled and swayed. “Those gams will make a fine meal for the coyotes when I’m all done with you.” He put the gun barrel to her left breast and carefully fitted it over the nipple. Something exploded inside her chest when he pulled the trigger, and Mindy Peterson died watching her ruined right breast sway from the impact.
“I still can’t believe you came three times,” Alan said to the corpse. He heaved her off him and onto the passenger seat. She lay there, her chin on her chest, her arms thrown laxly out, her legs still spread invitingly below the neat pattern of holes in her middle. “Too bad, too,” he said as he lit a cigarette. “You’d have made a great sex-toy for someone.”
He gave himself a short time to recover before getting out and going around the car. He pulled her from the passenger seat and carried her to the soft moss beneath the willow. He laid her face down and frowned, there were too many gaping exit wounds in her shapely back for his liking, and he resolved to use a smaller caliber handgun in the future. But her pushed her legs apart just the same and pulled her hips up slightly. The mouth of her pussy was just as creamy and inviting, and he sank himself to the hilt. Her pretty ass felt wonderful beneath him, perfectly round and cool. He especially liked the way it wobbled seductively when he really began to pound her. Finally, even he could no longer resist her cool temptations and he shot a second load into her well filled little snatch.
Whistling, he left her there and began planning his next date.