A Pickleball Story

“Out!”

And that just cost me my game…

“Your winner, Pharita Chaikong!” The umpire announced as my ball ricocheted off-course and I just gave Rita her 11 points!

“Good game, Oppa…” She uttered when we met in the center court.

“You as well, Rita… I got unlucky on that one…” I replied back.

I met the girl’s gaze and I could already tell this encounter simply wasn’t going to end here on the pitch.

“Alright, next match, Namio Favara vs Enami Asa!”

The umpire’s voice echoed in the background whilst Rita and I made our way towards our bags.

While the rest of the club members were busy chatting or preparing for their respective matches, I could already see Pharita in the background, alone, walking towards the far hallway that led to a small, secluded equipment storage area. She didn’t look back to see if I was following; she didn’t have to. We’d done this enough times that the rhythm was now instinct.

“I’m here…” My phone dinged, same message I’ve had from the girl for the last 2 weeks.

I excused myself from the group, a simple trip to the restroom always made the perfect cover.

When I opened the door, it didn’t take long for small hands to pull me inside and a pair of lips filled mine.

“Mmmhhh…”

I didn’t need to clarify who was behind those lips. Pharita Chaikong’s maw was a familiar, hungry heat that tasted of expensive lip gloss and sweat. She backed me up against the wall, her body pressing into me with a desperation that bordered on insanity. I groaned into her mouth, my hands abandoning all pretense of patience and sliding down her young frame to find the hem of her skirt.

I lift the thing up to fondle her ass, albeit wrapped in a pair of tight safety shorts. Yet even underneath the fabric, her bum filled my hands like they were made for me to hold them. I squeezed hard, digging my fingertips into the plush, firm cheeks, feeling her gasp against my mouth. She arched her back, grinding her pelvis into me with a frantic urgency that told me she didn’t give a fuck if someone walked in.

“You let me win, did you?” She uttered in the middle of our kiss.

“The ball must’ve been rigged…” I joked, yet my voice was a gravelly wreck.

I didn’t stop at her hips; my hand slid upward, hooking under the waistband of those tight safety shorts. I didn’t bother sliding them down yet, instead pressing my palm flat against the heat of her mound, feeling the dampness already soaking through the thin fabric.

“Mmh… Oppa’s already hardening…” She mewled when I felt her hand snake through my shorts.

“Since when am I not hard for you?“ I growled back.

The girl strokes me through my briefs, her small hand filling my cock as she pumps my shaft up and down, her palm slick with my own pre-cum. She leans in, her breath hot against the shell of my ear, whispering how much she loves the way I taste when I’m desperate.

I don’t give her time to finish her phrase; guiding her down to her knees where I pull my shorts and briefs down low enough for my dick to pop out.

She doesn’t think twice and takes me in. For a girl still in college, Pharita blew me like a professional, her mouth a tight, wet vacuum that sucked the breath right out of my lungs. She wasn’t just licking; she was gorging herself on me, swirling her tongue around the head of my cock before sliding deep, her throat clicking as she tried to swallow me whole.

I thought, Oh, if only her followers could see her now. She’s always been a good girl for the cameras with a large following on social media and an ace student as well.

Right now, she was showcasing her ace skills called sucking cock. I thought, Fuck! She was way better than those pornstars! Way better than my wife if you asked me!

"Oh god, yes… R-R-Rita…”

Even after three weeks, the sight of Pharita on her knees with my cock on her mouth still felt like a dream. This girl wasn’t just sucking; she was devouring me, her cheeks hollowing as she created a powerful, rhythmic vacuum. The sound was wet and visceral, a sloppy, slapping noise that echoed off the walls that could’ve seeped through the tiniest of holes.

Two long weeks of this, I sometimes wondered how someone hadn’t heard or walked in on us…

But I didn’t care, Pharita and I have crossed way too many lines for us to stop now.

“Get up… Face the wall…” I gestured.

She was quick to stand up and did exactly as she’s told.

She faces the wall, slightly bending over as I lifted her skirt up and pulled down her shorts. Her cunt was already wet and glistening by the time her shorts had hit the floor. I would’ve taken my time to play for a bit with her meaty bum or finger her dripping cunt.

But time was always off the essence. 20 minutes with her was just not going to get it! I plan to change that soon, a quickie in my car or a quick check-in at a motel perhaps.

But for now, our current set up would have to suffice. I pushed in and quickly covered her mouth when I filled her pussy to the hilt, the wet slap of our skin colliding sounding like a gunshot in the quiet room.

I felt her screaming underneath my mouth, her breath hitching underneath my palm as I started moving my hips. I was going all in, disregarding the build up and the tender start-up that usually started a normal fuck.

I hammered into the girl with a brutal intensity, my cock bottoming out against her cervix with every loud thud. The sounds of it all, our pelvic bones colliding were a series of wet, heavy slaps that filled the small room, a rhythmic percussion of skin on skin that drowned out everything else.

“You really got me rough, huh? Now I’m gonna fucking give it to you…” I grunted in the midst of my thrusting, my pace burning my lungs harder than the actual game itself!

“Oh yeah? Says the guy who still can’t make me limp out of this gym!” She barked back, her voice muffled but dripping with a bratty challenge. She arched her back further, tilting her pelvis to catch the full weight of my shaft, her muscles clamping down on me like a vice.

“Is that all you got? I’ve had worse warm-ups than this!” She added. Oh she was really asking for it now.

“Shut up!” I growled, pulling out of her for a moment before turning her around and pushed back inside.

“Ah-Ahhh!”

The decibels in her voice were a lot louder now, the angle of my shaft and the way her pussy held me from this angle driving her into a frenzy. I wasn’t just fucking her; I was hammering into her like a madman, my pelvis slamming against her cunt with raw thuds that shook her entire frame.

“Look at me… Look at me while I’m fucking you…” I grunted, my breath blowing against her face as I upped the intensity.

I thought, God! She was a fucking beautiful mess! Her eyes rolled back, lids fluttering as she fought to stay conscious through the onslaught, her pupils blown wide, turning her dark irises into bottomless voids of pure sin.

A thin trail of spit leaked from the corner of her mouth, glistening against her flushed skin, while her cheeks were stained crimson. She looked absolutely wrecked, her expression a chaotic mixture of agony and ecstasy that made my pulse thunder in my ears.

“I’m gonna cum in you… F-Fucking fill you up…” I groaned, my vision blurring as the pressure in my balls reached a breaking point.

Rita’s eyes shot back, her pupils looking back at me like a woman suddenly possessed.

“Do it, Oppa! Put it all on me! Fill my pussy with your fucking cum!” she screamed, her internal muscles spasming around my shaft, milking me with a desperate, rhythmic hunger.

It didn’t take long for me to break my composure and I spilled all my seed deep into the young woman’s womb.

I thought, Shit! This was always where she wanted me! Every session and every encounter always ended with me cumming inside Pharita Chaikong’s clit like a detonated time bomb.