The hot chick was being a pain in the ass, and she knew it.

I had been coming to the park’s basketball court when it was empty specifically to shoot alone. A month ago, I’d narrowly missed the cut to be on a semipro basketball team, and that still stung. Sick of competition, I wanted to work out my frustrations by myself.

But the taut, tight, distractingly attractive young woman kept showing up. She would dribble her own ball around me, flexing that supple body and showing off her moves. She challenged me repeatedly to a one-on-one game.

“Come on! Don’t be a wuss. Play me!”

Under other circumstances I would have flirted up a storm with her. She had a fierce grin and a bouncy halo of natural hair. Her dark skin was smooth, her firm tits nicely molded by her jersey. She was lean and muscular and moved with a wiry ease.

But I was soured on competitive b-ball for the moment, and her smartass talk annoyed me.

“Afraid of getting your butt kicked by a girl?” she sassed, making a deft jump shot while I glared.

“This court’s got two ends. Why don’t you go play at the other?” There was no one else around.

She was wearing snug shorts that showed off her shapely ass. “We could play for stakes,” she said, flashing that dazzling, insolent grin.

“Look, I was almost on a semipro team — ”

“Almost?” she teased.

That really pissed me off. “You want to play me? Fine. These are the stakes. If I win, you leave me the fuck alone.”

“That’s stupid. If you didn’t want me around, you wouldn’t be all flirty with me.” She giggled.

“I’m not being flirty.”

“Yes you are, even if you don’t know it.” She stepped closer, eyes smoldering. “You want me so bad it’s making you say stupid stuff. You want to do nasty things to me, I can tell.”

It was like a hypnotist’s power of suggestion. Instantly, shameless fantasies sprang into my mind. I imagined myself with this woman, working out my tensions in sexual gymnastics that were nasty, indeed.

“See?” she said, like she was in my head.

“Okay,” I said hoarsely. “What stakes you got in mind?”

She tilted her head. “If you win… you get to fuck me up the ass. If I win, I’ll leave you alone, just like you said you wanted. Get it? Just lose to me, and this court’s all yours.”

She was diabolical. I pictured plundering that perky ass. The thought got my balls humming and my cock stirring in my shorts. She grinned down at my crotch.

What could I do? It was game on.

I told myself to let her win, then I could go back to brooding all alone with my ball. But she played aggressively, getting right up on me as I perfunctorily blocked her shots. Her cutthroat moves started waking the old spirit in me. I began to play her for real, and this only upped her already impressive game.

She had a mean layup, a wicked hook, and a pretty devastating bank shot in her repertoire. She’d gotten ahead early when I was dogging it, but she was holding that lead even as I tried to catch up. With my competitive instincts alive again, I went full-tilt, but she was just a couple baskets away from winning and obviously wasn’t throwing this game to me.

Sweat basted my back. It shone on her forehead. Our feet pounded the outdoor court’s pavement. I blocked three of her shots in a row and made my final bucket. Victory was mine!

We stood there panting, hands on knees. I looked up after catching my breath. “You’re a hell of a player.”

“That semipro team was dumb not to pick you up.”

It was a damn nice thing to say. We had competed, and I had respect for her now.

“Listen,” I said, “forget about that silly bet — ”

“It isn’t silly.” She moved closer till her face was inches from mine. “I said you could fuck my ass if you won. Did it occur to you that I want you to do it?” Her eyes danced with sexual promise.

Desire returned to me in a flood. She lived two blocks away. We walked toward her place. On the way I introduced myself, and she told me her name was Nita.

Entering her apartment, she said, “I’m still all sweaty from the game. You want me to shower first?”

I caught her arm and pulled her to me. “I like you sweaty.” We kissed, her lips melting eagerly against mine. Our tongues tangled, and I felt the sinewy strength of her body. She jammed her crotch against mine, rubbing on my growing bulge.

Smiling, she led me into her bedroom. Pro-basketball player posters adorned the walls. She was old enough for what we were about to do but still young enough to have a shot at the pros.

“I felt the cinching, tender warmth of her. She let out another grunt of pleasure.”

She pulled off her jersey, and I gazed at her luscious tits, the dark nipples coming erect before my eyes. She peeled off her shorts, and I beheld her in all her naked glory. Her athletic physique got my pulse thumping; my cock was fully hard.

As she bent toward a nightstand drawer, her beautiful ass was presented to me. Her bottom was the classic heart shape, with an extra firmness that came from lots of physical exertion. Her body was in incredible condition.

Still turned away, she squirted lube onto two of her fingers. Looking at me over her shoulder with a seductive smile, she put those gleaming fingertips on the exposed dark pucker of her asshole. Slowly, she started to rub the goop around her rear entrance.

“You ever fuck a woman in the ass, Jed? I mean a woman who really likes it, who can appreciate it. Want to know what turns me on so much about it?”

I watched, stunned, as she sank the tips of both fingers into her hole. A wave of pleasure broke across her pretty features.

She grunted, sliding the fingers in up to the first knuckles. “I like the vulnerability. A pussy is built to handle a cock. But when a man gives it to me up my ass, I feel it differently. I’m exposed. I feel almost… defenseless. I spend so much time practicing on the court, competing, defending myself. Anal sex is when I can totally let my guard down.” With another grunt, she jammed her two fingers all the way in, twisting them around and slickening herself up.

When she pulled those fingers free of her glistening asshole, she went up onto her bed, positioning herself on her hands and knees. Again, she looked back over her shoulder at me.

“Do it, Jed. Put your cock in my ass!”

I shed my clothes in a fast break. My cock was throbbing steel. I moved in behind her, planting my knees on the bed. The outsides of my strong thighs pressed against the insides of hers. Her sweet butt awaited.

I set my cockhead against her slippery hole. That first contact sent shivers through me, raising gooseflesh on my limbs. I swirled my swollen crown over her crinkled ring. Her taut body rippled with reaction. I could see she was serious about her love of anal.

Her pucker opened up when I pressed on it with my cockhead. That lovely ring seemed to swallow the tip of my cock. Immediately, I felt the cinching, tender warmth of her. She let out another grunt of pleasure.

I eased myself in slowly, her lube-slick passage accepting me. I had the perfect view of my stiff staff sinking deeper into the crevice separating the dusky halves of her fine ass. My veiny inches gradually disappeared inside her.

Finally, with a last wriggle, I was all the way in, buried balls-deep in Nita’s backdoor. She gripped me like a velvet fist. I cupped the tight hemispheres of her butt in my hands and felt the deep, intense, precarious connectivity of the penetration. She was right. There was a vulnerable exposure in this act.

“Yeah, baby, you’re in! Now fuck my ass — hard.”

The fingers of my gently cradling hands sank into her firm flesh like claws. A wicked grin split my face. I pulled halfway out and rammed back in, to see if she was serious about a rough ride.

She cried out, “Yeah, yeah — harder!”

I started plowing her. Her channel gave me no resistance, but the velvety tightness remained. I was aware of the slight oddness of the angle, but that only added to the exotic thrill of the moment. I’d fucked women in the ass before, but it was like Nita had said — they weren’t ones who liked it the way she obviously did.

On her hands and knees she writhed with pleasure. Her backbone undulated. Solid muscle clusters flexed as she reached between her legs to stroke her clit. Her head whipped from side to side, and a growl was rising in her throat, the pitch going higher and higher.

I slammed her butt hole, jamming myself into her depths with every plunge. Suddenly, she was twisting like crazy, tumbling into a wild climax as she howled with orgasmic triumph. My cock slipped free as she collapsed facedown on the mattress.

She didn’t lie there more than a second, though. With admirable nimbleness she flipped herself over onto her back. She grinned, raised her knees toward her shoulders, and said, “Fuck my ass till you come. I want to watch you!”

That sounded good to me. I shifted and slipped my twitching cock into her asshole once more, taking her back passage from a new direction. Sweat gleamed on Nita’s heaving tits as I stroked into her again. She dropped her tight calves over my shoulders, crossed her ankles behind my neck, and pulled me closer, deeper into her.

I fucked that ass with all the urgency and force she wanted. I pounded her hole, and if she felt vulnerable and defenseless, those conditions only turned her on more. She grunted, moaned and writhed, her face contorting with ecstasy as she began to finger her cunt once more.

It was like delirium at the end. I hammered into her, losing all sense of control. Distantly I felt my balls clench, then I smashed back into the frantic present as my cream jetted into her. The touch of my hot spunk seemed to send her into a last fit of demented rapture.

Eventually, I fell on top of her, and she held me tightly. I was glad I’d played for all I was worth on the court earlier. Whatever else happened in my basketball career, I would savor this particular victory the most.

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