Forbidden PAWGS III: Penalties For Love

It's 6 am, the sun is peeking out over the horizon. The morning breeze is cool, the smell of the manicured lawn fills the air. It's a shame we are there to trample the grass.

I line up with one other Fraternizing Criminal to begin our session. The Strength Coach is none too happy and lets us know why. "You two idiots have me out here at 6 am," he says.

"This time of morning, I'm usually screwing my wife. So instead it looks like I'm gonna have a menage a twa with you two ladies." He continues.

"Get ready. You've got 30 seconds to run the 100 yards marked by the cones. You will have 30 seconds to rest and repeat until 100. On my whistle."

I use visualization when placed in extreme situations. When I go to the line and shoot my free throws, I drown out the screams of thousands of fans by visualizing a wheat field. A calm breeze blowing the stalks.

Ever since I instituted this technique, I've been an 85 percent plus free throw shooter. Coach blows the whistle.

I feel her warm presence. My Love is standing across the room, looking out the window. She's wearing the sexy aquablue schoolgirl knee socks we purchased together at the Greenville Mall.

A matching thin sheer top holds her full double D cup breasts. Thong panties adorns her small waist and fall to the depths of her porn star ass. Tessa tosses her long blonde locks. They fall to the small of her back. As she attempts to speak, I hear.

"Ten. Kade, get that smile off your face asshole!"

Tessa moves towards me and spins, stopping to reveal her tanned plumb bottom, just beyond my reach…

"50," Coach barks.

It appears his whistle is coming quicker after each 100 yard sprint. But instead of fading, I'm getting stronger, feeling invigorated by subconscious thoughts of that phat ass.

Her back still facing me, she turns, peering over her shoulder, flashes those catlike hazel eyes. They speak to me. I'm yours and will be until the end of time.

I'm frozen, unable to move. My eyes gravitate to her thick thighs. Between the small gap, lies the portal to my personal nirvana. A place that begins and ends with the cheerleader.

"75, come on assholes, harder, harder," he screams.

My Lover bends over, grabbing her ankles.

She speaks. "Take me baby, pound me til I bleed."

As I go to grant her wish. I hear…

"Time, wipe that look off your face Kade. I better not see you motherless fucks out here again. Now hit the showers."

100 hundreds completed for My Tessa. I forgo the showers and race back to my apartment. I find my heart under the covers with only her sweet face peaking out.

She is still naked from last night's session. Her perfect womanly form shapes my bed sheets as if sculpted by da Vinci himself. I kiss her forehead, her eyes barely open.

"Baby, come cuddle me," she says.

"Honey, I need a shower."

"No! no! I want you, the way you are. I need your sweat to cover me."

I strip off my wet clothes and mount the amazing Aphrodite in record time.

We start passionately kissing, as if we hadn't seen each other in a couple of years. It had been only a couple of hours. I'm immediately ready for her. She has been on my mind nonstop.

My sweat becomes hers, her saliva becomes mine. I enter the soft wetness of her womanhood. Tessa gasps, taking her breath away. My man-hood goes to the only place it finds peace on this accusatory campus. Their penalties unable to quell our luscious lustful love.

I kiss those thick lips, sucking her delicious tongue. Bite her long supple neck. Lick, bite, and suck her succulent breasts.

I pound the Forbidden PAWG with the full force of a 6 foot 3, 200 pound, hoop star. I feel her stomach tremble from the inside. Both our screams in harmony like a chart topping duet. Signals the consummation of our unholy love.

I spoon Tessa from behind, stroking her hair while she falls back asleep. My Love does not know that I spent the early morning running because of our union. No archaic rule from a bygone era will keep us apart.

I will run a thousand hundred yard sprints to taste this once in a lifetime lover. My one man revolution will bring retribution to those in the campus power circle. The Strength Coach does not know I'm coming for what he loves.