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    The All-Canadian Hockey Mom’s Gangbang League

    9 July, 2018 (20:17) | slutwife, Swinger Sex Stories | By: admin

    by Harry Ogre (oagre7@hotmail.com)
    
    ***
    
    Gorgeous MILFs are offered as gangbang trophies to the 
    winning teams in their locker rooms after games in a 
    local hockey league. (M+/F, gb, orgy, exh, wife, intr, 
    huml, swinger)
    
    ***
    
    "Of course, your wife doesn't have to participate, Mr. 
    Biddle," said Geoff Stanley. Geoff was the owner of 
    Stanley Farm Machinery, the small town's biggest 
    business. He was a forceful and conservative gentleman 
    in his 50's. His wife, Janis smiled loyally as he 
    continued. "But it would enhance your career and social 
    position in Beaver Hill a great deal. Everyone would be 
    grateful. Everyone who counts, that is."
    
    My own wife, Karina shifted in her seat and appeared 
    uncomfortable. However, I noticed that she hadn't 
    dismissed Geoff's outrageous suggestion out of hand, nor 
    had she gotten up to leave. Janis Stanley reached out 
    and touched Karina's arm.
    
    "And it would be very satisfying to know that you have 
    personally done your little bit to stop the scourge of 
    young male adult drug abuse and criminality in our small 
    town," Janis smiled.
    
    Karina nodded hesitantly. "And how often would this, 
    err� "event" take place?" she inquired.
    
    "Well, that all depends," Geoff said. "If the Beaver 
    Hill Beavers run the table and go 9-0, well then you'd 
    be totally off the hook."
    
    "And Beaver Hill's got a pretty darn good hockey team 
    this year. At least according to Geoff, who's the 
    expert." Janis added encouragingly. "Julie-Anne Cordell 
    on the other hand, now SHE'S got her hands full."
    
    "Well, maybe not her HANDS," her husband quipped. Janis 
    elbowed him playfully.
    
    "Julie-Anne represents Maple Sap Valley," Janis 
    explained. "They're always bottom of the table. Julie-
    Anne will be walking pretty funny by the end of the 
    season, I would think."
    
    "Now think about it seriously, you two," Geoff 
    admonished. "And remember: If you accept, there are 
    certain rules that affect Harvey too."
    
    My wife and I exchanged glances and got up to leave. 
    Geoff picked up the intercom and one of his office 
    flunkies hurried in with our coats. We got dressed and 
    walked out and across the parking lot to my Ford. We had 
    only moved to Beaver Hill 6 months before. I had been 
    offered a job as a senior loans office at the local bank 
    at a very decent increase in salary over my old job in 
    Toronto and Karina was looking for part-time employment 
    while taking care of our two children, Darren (10 years) 
    and Samantha (8). 
    
    While living in a small town was something of a culture 
    shock after life in a major city, we had come to 
    appreciate the fresh air, low prices and leisurely pace. 
    And of course, my uptick in salary was pretty welcome as 
    well. Then one day Mike Tobin, my branch manager had 
    suggested that he could tack on an extra ten thousand 
    dollar bonus at Christmas if Karina and I went to see 
    the Stanleys about some "community work".
    
    "We don't want any big city social problems coming to 
    our nice, little town," he said. "Some of the locally 
    prominent families started a junior men's hockey league 
    to keep our future leaders off the streets and out of 
    trouble. And there's a special incentive program to 
    ensure those young fellows stay committed to the league. 
    I think your wife would be perfect."
    
    "You know, honey, I'm still not sure about all this," 
    Karina sighed as we got into the Ford. "And the fact 
    that it would all happen in the locker room right after 
    a game seems a little crude and indecent."
    
    I thought back to the rest of the meeting we had just 
    had with Geoff Stanley.
    
    "I'll cut right to the chase," he'd said as he sat us 
    down. "When we started our young men's hockey league 
    back in the '60's, we had more than a little difficulty 
    keeping the players interested. Back then, it was all 
    about being a hippie, doing drugs and playing rock 
    music. Some of the fellows were even talking about going 
    to art college in Toronto and becoming graphic 
    designers. Imagine that! So we had to come up with an 
    effective, real world solution. And by jingo, we did!"
    
    "Of course, it was Geoff's dad who was in charge back 
    then," Janis added. "Geoff Senior." She pointed to a 
    portrait photo of a gray-haired curmudgeon with a stony 
    jaw, clipped military moustache and a cold "none of your 
    bullshit!" glare.
    
    "Dad licked the damn Germans in Normandy and he sure as 
    hell wasn't going to let a bunch of guitar-playing 
    layabouts ruin Canada," Geoff snorted. "He asked himself 
    what do young guys like even more than smoking drugs and 
    lazing around doing nothing?"
    
    Karina and I shared a puzzled glance. Geoff answered his 
    own rhetorical question.
    
    "Pussy!" he roared. "Pussy!"
    
    "I wish you wouldn't use that rude word, dear," Janis 
    pleaded.
    
    Geoff forged right ahead. "Dad discovered that if we 
    offered the players sex with an attractive older woman 
    each time they won a hockey match, he wouldn't lack for 
    committed players. And indeed, he rapidly had a waiting 
    list of applicants for each of our ten teams�. And 
    that's where your wife comes into the picture."
    
    Janis smiled reassuringly at Karina. "The league 
    supplies the condoms and wet wipes, dear. And a generous 
    supply of sexual lubricant. And we're very, very 
    discreet."
    
    I turned the ignition in the Ford and eased the car out 
    of the Stanley parking lot. It was easy to understand 
    why Geoff Stanley had made his unusual proposal. Karina 
    is a stunning blonde, the sort of tanned, tight, toned 
    MILF that horny young dudes dream of nailing. She's been 
    an avid fitness and yoga buff since college and the fact 
    that she had recently enhanced her breasts to a firm, 
    well-projected 36DD made her all the more mouth-
    watering.
    
    "Harvey, we need all the help we can get in our new 
    town," she mused, "and that ten thousand dollars would 
    come in handy for a RESP for the kids. Wisely invested, 
    it would practically pay their way through university."
    
    "But what about me?" I asked. "Geoff Stanley's rules are 
    very specific that I can't have sex with you during 
    hockey season."
    
    "We might have to take that in stride, I guess," Karina 
    said. "After all, Mr. Stanley has a point. The less sex 
    I get from you, the more ready I'll be for my community 
    work with the hockey league."
    
    I tried to hide my disappointment. In fact, Karina had 
    seemed less and less interested in having sex with me 
    since Samantha's birth. Geoff Stanley's rule would 
    simply make it official and less negotiable.
    
    "Harvey," Karina said, "let's call Mr. Stanley as soon 
    as we get home and sign me up. It seems the right thing 
    to do. After all, when my dad once started a new job, he 
    and Mom had to learn to play bridge to please his boss. 
    This is pretty much the same thing, isn't it?"
    
    I shrugged and nodded, resigned to five months of no sex 
    with my attractive wife.
    
    ***
    
    Karina's decision quickly produced tangible results. 
    When I went into work at the bank the next day, I had a 
    brand new desk and chair, both antique and both very 
    expensive, sitting in my office. And Mike Tobin came in 
    to congratulate me with a wink.
    
    "I predict great things for you, Biddle!" he proclaimed. 
    "And for your lovely wife too, of course!"
    
    As I settled down for a morning of reviewing car loan 
    applications, Karina rang. "Geoff Stanley just phoned," 
    she announced excitedly. "He's invited us both to come 
    and see the opening game of the season for the youth 
    hockey league."
    
    "I thought that wasn't till Friday." I said puzzled.
    
    "That's Beaver Hill's opening game," Karina explained. 
    "Tonight's game is between Maple Sap Valley and Pine 
    Knob Lake. Mr. Stanley told me that his wife would 
    introduce us to the couples who represent those teams: 
    the Cordells and the MacDillons." She hesitated a 
    second, then continued. "He said that we can stop by the 
    winning team's locker room afterwards to see the post-
    game celebration."
    
    I caught my breath. I hadn't quite yet fully focused on 
    the fact that a woman � quite possibly my own gorgeous, 
    blonde wife � would be semi-publicly group-fucked after 
    every game. Now it seemed we were being invited as 
    spectators at exactly that.
    
    "Do we really want to do that, honey?" I asked.
    
    "I know it will be a little unusual," Karina said. "But 
    it's probably just as well to learn the ins and outs of 
    what I might have to do ahead of time. And Janis Stanley 
    will be there to offer us some guidance and moral 
    support, if we need it."
    
    I reluctantly agreed. There seemed to be no option.
    
    Karina continued. "We have to be at the Pine Knob rink 
    at seven sharp," she said. "Why don't you come home a 
    little early from work?"
    
    ***
    
    Mike Tobin was more than willing to let me book off 
    early, although I was uncomfortable with the smug leer 
    he gave me as I packed up my briefcase to leave. When I 
    got home, Karina greeted me at the front door in a 
    terrycloth robe.
    
    "I've parked Darren and Samantha with a babysitter for 
    the evening," she explained. "Otherwise they might be a 
    little too curious."
    
    Karina let the robe slide down her bare shoulders and 
    shrugged it to the floor to reveal her big Barbie Doll 
    tits and furry, full blonde bush. I made an impulsive 
    grab at her ass.
    
    "Uh-uh," she scolded. "I promised the Stanleys that you 
    wouldn't be getting any for the next few months. You'll 
    just have to get used to seeing me naked and not doing 
    anything about it."
    
    "Honey," I begged, "just this once! Please! My dick's 
    the size of a telephone pole!"
    
    "A telephone pole in Midget-land?" Karina laughed. In 
    fact, my penis is well below average size for my height 
    of 5'5". This wasn't the first time that Karina had been 
    less than impressed. "Oh," she added, "Janis Stanley 
    sent me a package. It's lying on the kitchen counter."
    
    I spotted three tiny thongs lying among a tatter of 
    wrapping paper. "Could you hand me one, please?" Karina 
    asked.
    
    I gave her one of the slinky garments. All three were 
    identical, black with yellow trim and the Beaver Hill 
    Beavers logo on the front. She stepped into the panty 
    and pulled it all way up to her cleft. The thong was so 
    tight and small that is sank a little into her vulvar 
    groove and her pubic hair fluffed out around it at the 
    sides. Without my even noticing, my hand had dropped to 
    the front of my pants and started to pump and squeeze at 
    my erection.
    
    "Please stop doing that, Harvey," Karina said. 
    
    I self-consciously pulled my hand away. Karina adjusted 
    the thong, pulling it even more tautly into her furry 
    cunt.
    
    "But why the panties?" I asked.
    
    "It's one of the rules," Karina explained. "All the 
    wives wear them to the games. It demonstrates team 
    spirit."
    
    She selected a black lace bra and fastened it around her 
    chest. Tight blue jeans and a stretchy black top 
    followed. Karina primped her hair a little in the mirror 
    and smiled.
    
    "I need you to help me with my coat, Harvey," she said. 
    "We don't want to be late for opening game."
    
    ***
    
    "Karina and Harvey, this is Julie-Ann Cordell and her 
    husband, Timothy," Janis Stanley announced. The Pine 
    Knob arena was about half-full with spectators. A few of 
    them looked meaningfully in our direction and smirked. 
    While the Stanleys had promised discretion, it was 
    evident that the unusual "prize" awarded to the winning 
    team was an open secret in the community.
    
    Julie-Ann Cordell was a stunning woman in her early 
    thirties with shoulder-length dark brunette hair. She 
    was about 5'4" with a set of breast as firm and full as 
    Karina's � and just as fake, I suspected. She was 
    wearing a white cotton knit top tucked into a knee-
    length, tight leather skirt.
    
    "So pleased to meet both of you," she smiled.
    
    "I hope you're ready for a brand new season," Janis 
    said. "Maple Sap Valley always seems to lose far more 
    games than it wins�. And we know what that means."
    
    Julie-Ann winced and blushed. Her husband smiled 
    blandly. He was a slightly-built man with a receding 
    hairline and a weak, wispy attempt at a goatee. A 
    prominent little paunch jutted out in front of his 
    skinny hips. 
    
    "I'm a free-lance journalist," he volunteered. "I'm 
    pretty uncompromising in my views. I'm against almost 
    everything."
    
    Julie-Ann ignored him. She and Karina were already 
    making girl-talk about ear-rings and nail polish.
    
    "Hi, everyone!" A tall woman in her late twenties with 
    light brown hair, blue eyes and cute freckles leaned in 
    on us. She was slender with a small, high rack and a 
    strikingly pretty face. A pudgy, older guy with a 
    patchy, grey mullet tagged along behind her.
    
    "Oh my goodness!" Janis Stanley cried. "It's the 
    MacDillons � Larissa and Chip. They signed up to 
    represent Pine Knob Lake towards the end of last season 
    when Melissa Carpenter had to quit because of a yeast 
    infection."
    
    Larissa and Julie-Ann hugged. "I wore a skirt like you 
    suggested," Larissa said. She turned towards Karina. 
    "Skirts are a lot easier to get on and off after the 
    game. In the locker room, I mean." A tartan wool 
    miniskirt barely covered Larissa's groin and ass. She 
    twirled to show off her elegant legs in black sheer 
    pantyhose. 
    
    I noticed Timothy Cordell staring intently at Larissa's 
    little skirt. His hands were in his pants pockets and he 
    seemed to be covertly playing with his dick. Julie-Ann 
    glanced sharply at him and he took his hands out of his 
    pants and folded them on his chest.
    
    "I have hot chocolate for everyone," Janis Stanley said. 
    "I brought an extra thermos because Karina and Harvey 
    came along. And there are hot dogs and sticky buns at 
    the concession stand at the other end of the rink."
    
    ***
    
    By the third period, Pine Knob Lake was already leading 
    3-1. Julie-Ann looked resigned and Larissa MacDillon 
    looked relieved and a little guilty. Timothy Cordell on 
    the other hand almost bounced with barely restrained 
    anticipation. I caught Janis Stanley's eye and she 
    leaned in to whisper.
    
    "He likes to watch," she said.
    
    "His wife getting, err�.. ?" I asked.
    
    "More hot chocolate, Harvey?" Janis asked. She poured 
    without waiting for my assent. "I'm sure you'll like 
    watching too," she predicted.
    
    I shook my head. "I'm not that type, Ms. Stanley," I 
    said.
    
    Janis Stanley appeared skeptical. "I've been doing this 
    for fifteen years, Harvey," she said sharply, "and I 
    know a wanker when I see one. You're a wanker. Maybe not 
    quite as bad as Timothy Cordell, but getting there."
    
    "At least your make-up won't get ruined," Larissa 
    MacDillon's voice cut into our private conversation. She 
    was speaking to Julie-Ann Cordell.
    
    Julie-Ann grimaced and turned to Karina. "If they get a 
    shut-out, the winning team's goalie gets to shoot in 
    your face. Sometimes it even gets in your hair. Yuck!"
    
    "Someone should explain the rules to the Biddles," said 
    Larissa MacDillon.
    
    "Well, the rules are pretty simple," Janis Stanley said. 
    "The winning team's captain always goes first."
    
    "Ouch!" said Larissa. Karina raised her eyebrows. "The 
    captain always seems to have the biggest you-know-what," 
    Larissa explained.
    
    "And the rest of the winning team goes in order, 
    depending on the number on their hockey sweaters," Janis 
    Stanley explained. "The goal scorers don't wear 
    condoms."
    
    "Because they got one past the goalie!" Larissa and 
    Julie-Ann chorused. 
    
    "Just be thankful there are only three goals on the 
    scoreboard, Julie-Ann," Janis said. "Last season there 
    was a 15-3 blowout and you got pretty wet and sticky 
    after that one."
    
    "I had to spend five minutes wiping Julie-Ann off 
    afterwards," Timothy Cordell offered. He tried to look 
    serious and outraged, but ended up giving a little 
    snicker. I also noticed that his hands had slipped back 
    into his pants.
    
    The last minute of play warning was given. I saw the 
    Maple Sap Valley goalie dash to the bench for a sixth 
    attacker. There was a shot into the Pine Knob end of the 
    rink. It was followed by a badly coordinated and inept 
    flurry of activity as Maple Sap Valley rushed the Pine 
    Knob zone. The puck was flipped back out to centre-ice. 
    Maple Sap Valley tried another shoot and rush and time 
    ran out. Janis Stanley looked meaningfully over.
    
    "Looks like you're up to bat, Julie-Ann," she said.
    
    Julie-Ann stood up and smoothed down her tight leather 
    skirt. "Well, duty calls," she said.
    
    Timothy Cordell attempted to look infuriated. "When this 
    is all over, I intend to write and angry and passionate 
    article denouncing the way the rich force us decent, 
    ordinary people to humiliate ourselves," he whispered to 
    me. His hand was clearly wanking his penis inside his 
    pants as we walked around the rink towards the winning 
    team's dressing room.
    
    ***
    
    There was a loud hooting and cheering from inside the 
    Pine Knob Lake Lakers' dressing room as we walked down 
    the hallway to the door. Larissa MacDillon paused and 
    touched Julie-Ann Cordell's arm.
    
    "Good luck, Julie-Ann," she smiled encouragingly.
    
    "Thanks, Larissa," Julie-Ann answered. "Maybe we can 
    catch up on the gossip over a latte next week."
    
    "I'd love to," Larissa said. "Monday I'll be having some 
    of the girls over. Chip will be working on his thesis."
    
    As the MacDillons turned to leave, the sound from the 
    Lakers' locker room became more intense and rhythmic and 
    turned into a kind of crude chant. Karina and I strained 
    to hear what was being said. "Oh my god!" she said. "I 
    think I can make out what the players are shouting. 
    They're chanting "pussy, pussy, pussy!" over and over 
    and over."
    
    "Oh, they always do that," Janis Stanley said. "It's a 
    local tradition. They're just being boisterous. But 
    perhaps it's best not to keep them waiting." She knocked 
    on the locker room door. It swung open a few inches and 
    Mike Tobin's face appeared. "Coach Tobin," Janis asked, 
    "is it okay for us to come in?"
    
    Mike smiled at Karina and then glanced briefly over at 
    me. "Harvey," he said, "glad you and your lovely wife 
    actually made it over for our opening game." He turned 
    to Janis Stanley. "You folks come right on in. And 
    Julie-Ann, it's always a pleasure. The players have been 
    looking forward to meeting you again a great deal."
    
    Karina looked over at Janis Stanley. "Does Coach Tobin 
    actually, err�. as well?" she asked. 
    
    "Oh my goodness, no!" Janis replied. "It's just the 
    players. Mike Tobin hasn't been a player in the hockey 
    league for over twenty years."
    
    We pushed through the door into the Pine Lake locker 
    room. As Julie-Ann Cordell entered, there was a grunting 
    cheer which echoed around the little space. About twenty 
    young men were lined up wearing only their hockey 
    sweaters. Their cocks stuck out aggressively above their 
    muscular thighs like purple-veined moon rockets. 
    
    Some of the players were stroking and squeezing their 
    dicks attentively, while others let them swing and wag 
    unhandled. They all appeared to be in their very late 
    teens or early twenties and all were hard and slender 
    and pulsating with barely controlled post-adolescent 
    male lust.
    
    Julie-Ann walked over to the far end of the locker-room 
    where three or four benches had been parked side by side 
    and covered with several layers of towel. A plastic ice 
    bucket full of packaged condoms sat next to a jumbo size 
    box of wet wipes and a massive squirt bottle of 
    strawberry flavoured lube. She kicked off her boots and 
    reached back to unzip her tight leather skirt. 
    
    "Now, guys," said Coach Tobin, "let's hear it for the 
    Pine Knob Lake Lakers!"
    
    "Pine Knob Lake! Pine Knob Lake! Pine Knob Lake!" 
    chanted the players. Julie-Ann dropped her skirt and 
    pulled her tight sweater over her thick dark hair. She 
    struggled with the stretchy sleeves for a few seconds, 
    her full breasts pushing out at her beige lace bra. Then 
    she fought free of the top and unhooked the bra to show 
    her firm, blunt-nippled DD-cup tits.
    
    "Pine Knob Lake! Pine Knob Lake!" Less than half of the 
    players were chanting now. The rest were staring at 
    Julie-Ann Cordell and almost all of them were touching 
    and pulling their dicks. She peeled down her pantyhose 
    and pulled at a tiny blue and orange thong.
    
    "We sell the panties afterwards to raise money for 
    charity," Janis Stanley whispered.
    
    "Really? I hadn't known that," Karina responded. Her 
    voice was slightly hoarse. I saw her glance down the 
    line of thick, hard cocks and then hastily look away and 
    focus nervously on a patch of ceiling.
    
    Julie-Ann kicked free of her nylons and knelt on the 
    benches, her ass shoved out towards the line of men and 
    her thighs apart, exposing her shaved pudendum with its 
    thin pink inner line and tiny moist convulvular vortex.
    
    "That's the team captain, Clark MacHusky," Janis Stanley 
    indicated the brawny, crew-cut jock at the head of the 
    line of young men. A snake tattoo slithered across his 
    taut abdominal muscles and shaved pubis to flicker its 
    tongue at the thick trunk of a throbbing cock at least 
    ten inches long.
    
     "Clarke is one of our most successful reclamation 
    projects. Three years ago, he was arrested smoking 
    hashish and spray painting graffiti on the outside walls 
    of our local Wal-Mart. He's a good example of what our 
    hockey league can accomplish, given time and dedicated 
    volunteers."
    
    MacHusky strode across the locker room and positioned 
    himself directly behind Julie-Ann Cordell's vulnerable 
    cunt, his thighs slightly spread apart and his ass 
    muscles clenched. He tore open a condom package and 
    pulled out the grey rubber oyster inside.
    
    "We always stock up on Magnums," Janis Stanley observed. 
    "Most of our players are well above average in size."
    
    Even a Magnum struggled to encompass Clark MacHusky's 
    massive and bulbous dick-head and the ample 
    circumference of his shaft. He grimaced as he stretched 
    the condom around his big cock and pulled the rubber 
    down his length. The elastic-y sheath snapped tight as 
    he let it go, his phallus still only partly covered. 
    
    MacHusky squirted a massive glob of strawberry lube onto 
    his hand and then slathered it abundantly along the 
    length of his cock. Then with one fluid motion, he half-
    stepped forward and thrust his member into Julie-Ann 
    Cordell's exposed womanhood. The force of his 
    penetration pushed her hips and ass two or three inches 
    into the air. Julie-Ann stifled a little shriek.
    
    "Is she going to be okay?" Karina asked.
    
    Janis Stanley shrugged nonchalantly. "I've seen Julie-
    Ann take far bigger than that," she said. "I think 
    she'll do just fine. You'll see what I mean."
    
    Julie-Ann started to gasp and sigh in rhythm with 
    MacHusky's forceful pounding, pushing back a little with 
    her hips each time. His lips curled back over his teeth 
    and he grunted and gasped as he fucked her. MacHusky 
    grabbed and lifted Julie-Ann's hips and pulled her 
    crotch back against his groin for one final, deep 
    convulsive thrust as he shot his load into the Magnum.
    
    "That's good work, Pine Knob Lake!" Mike Tobin cheered. 
    MacHusky withdrew from Julie-Ann's interior, his huge 
    dick already softening inside the glistening wet condom. 
    Another man stepped forward. He had "surfer dude" good 
    looks with shoulder length blond hair and a trimmed 
    beard.
    
    "That's Joe Kimber," Janis Stanley advised us. "He won 
    the league's best defence man award last year."
    
    Karina tugged on a condom and inserted his big cock into 
    Julie-Ann's vagina. As he pumped, she began to gasp and 
    sigh again. I noticed that her right hand had slid back 
    between her legs and had started to squeeze and stroke 
    Joe Kimber's hairy balls.
    
    Timothy Cordell stared at his wife's sexual encounter, 
    his hands clearly playing pocket pool inside his pants. 
    "You folks don't mind if I start masturbating, do you?" 
    he said to no one in particular. To my astonishment, 
    Timothy unzipped his pants and produced a tiny penis, 
    about three inches long. He started to pump it with two 
    fingers of his right hand while watching his well-fucked 
    wife.
    
    Janis Stanley looked over at Karina with an "I told you 
    so" raise of her eyebrows. Karina blushed and glanced 
    away. After a few seconds, Timothy Cordell shot a few 
    tiny drops of thin, weak, clear cum over the floor a 
    foot or so in front of him.
    
    "Holy shit!" he groaned. "That was intense!" He wiped 
    his damp fingers off against his shirt, leaving a wet, 
    grey streak.
    
    Joe Kimber had put his left leg up on the bench to get 
    more leverage and was fucking hard now. His head was 
    thrown back and he was making soft hooting noises as he 
    fought to shoot his load. Below him, Julie-Ann was 
    squeezing his balls and grinding back her hips. 
    Suddenly, Joe Kimber screamed and inhaled, contracting 
    his muscular gut in a sharp orgasmic spasm.
    
    "Way to go, Joey!" one of the line of players shouted. 
    There was a scattering of cheers from the others as 
    Kimber pulled his cock out.
    
    "Thanks, guys!" Kimber smiled. "Oh man! Didn't think I'd 
    get there that time!"
    
    A hard-body, young Black guy stepped forward. He had a 
    shaven skull and pierced nipples. As he took his 
    position behind Julie-Ann Cordell, he lubed up his thick 
    erection without first rolling on a sheath.
    
    "That's Jamal Nilkins," Janis Stanley said. "He's one of 
    the goal scorers, so he doesn't use a condom."
    
    "I just hope my lovely wife took her birth control this 
    morning," Timothy Cordell snickered. He glanced around 
    to see if anyone else was laughing, his tiny dick still 
    hanging limply out his fly.
    
    Jamal Nilkins penetrated Julie-Ann and started to thrust 
    slowly in and out of her. She began to breathe heavily 
    and moan. I noticed that her eyes were now wide open and 
    looking into the big locker room mirror to watch Jamal 
    Nilkins mount and take her. His eyes met hers in the 
    mirror and they locked stares as he fucked her harder 
    and deeper. Julie-Ann's fingers circled and rubbed her 
    clit in cadence to his thrusts.
    
    Nilkins climaxed with a groan and stepped back. One 
    final after shot of semen exploded from his cock, 
    soaking her ass in a copious glaze. The rest of Jamal 
    Nilkins' load began to trickle slowly out of Julie-Ann 
    Cordell's pussy in a thick, slow cr�me.
    
    "Harvey, do you have an erection?" Karina was studying 
    the bulge in the front of my pants. There was little I 
    could say to deny it. "Janis Stanley was dead right," 
    Karina added. "You ARE a wanker."
    
    "Go for it, buddy!" Timothy Cordell applauded. "I'm 
    about ready for my second shot�. Well, actually my 
    third. I already came once in my shorts walking over 
    here."
    
    Karina and Janis Stanley exchanged knowing glances. I 
    hesitated a few seconds and then slowly unzipped the fly 
    of my pants.
    
    Another guy had positioned himself behind Julie-Ann's 
    ass and was pulling on a sheath. He was baby-faced and 
    not as muscular as the others and appeared to be only 
    about eighteen years old. 
    
    Karina whispered to Janis Stanley "I don't even think he 
    needs lube."
    
    "Not after the lube job Jamal Nilkins gave her," Janis 
    replied. Both women watched intently as the baby-faced 
    young guy penetrated Julie-Ann and started to grind and 
    thrust. In fact, neither seemed to notice as I took out 
    my own small, rigid dick.
    
    "I don't think she can last more than two more guys 
    before she gets herself off," Karina observed.
    
    "Most of our wives orgasm two or three times each 
    occasion they work," Janis replied. "Julie-Ann Cordell 
    is especially sensitive. If memory serves, she came at 
    least four times when Maple Sap Valley lost to the Foam 
    Creek Badgers."
    
    The young guy was already pounding hard and moaning and 
    appeared more than ready to cum. Underneath him, Julie-
    Ann was pushing back harder than before and gasping 
    hoarsely. Suddenly, she screamed and bucked. It only 
    took another instant before the teenaged guy moaned and 
    bit his lip, his cheeks flushed and crimson. He pulled 
    out and cradled his spent and aching dick with both 
    hands. A red-haired man with a shaggy beard slapped the 
    youngster on the back and took his place.
    
    "Are they going to give her a few minutes to, err� 
    rest?" Karina asked Janis Stanley. "I'm sure she's 
    quite, err�. exhausted."
    
    "Heavens, no!" Janis Stanley replied. "There's still 
    quite a lot of work for her to do. Although I suppose it 
    is a shame that Red Angus MacPherson is the next man up. 
    MacPherson has a genital piercing called a Prince 
    Albert. That's always a little more stimulating for a 
    woman, even when she is � as you say � "exhausted" "
    
    MacPherson forced a condom tightly over the metal stud 
    in his dick-head and entered Julie-Ann Cordell. She 
    yelped and squirmed as he penetrated deep inside her, 
    but adjusted quickly to the rhythm of his thrusts.
    
    Timothy Cordell forced himself to look away from his 
    wife. "Buddy?!" he addressed me, "Did you just shoot?! 
    You nailed my pants leg!"
    
    Again, there was little I could say in my own defence.
    
    ***
    
    "How are you doing, Julie-Ann?" Karina asked. It was 
    nippy in the evening winter air outside the arena. 
    
    Julie-Ann smiled sheepishly. "A little sore, I guess," 
    she said.
    
    Janis Stanley smiled reassuringly. "A nice warm cup of 
    cocoa and a Timmy's donut should make you good as new. 
    You did very well in there tonight."
    
    "Thanks, Janis," Julie-Ann said.
    
    "I'm pretty sore as well," Timothy Cordell added. "But I 
    guess I'm not going to get any sympathy for my 
    problems."
    
    ***
    
    There was an awkward silence as I drove Karina home. I 
    kept our Ford at my accustomed 2.5 kilometres below the 
    posted speed limit as we travelled down the stretch of 
    highway and over the bridge north of Foam Creek and 
    headed east past Maple Sap Valley and south towards Big 
    Dingle. As the minutes passed, I wracked my brains. I 
    had a lot on my mind, but just how to say it eluded me. 
    Karina appeared lost in her own thoughts, her face 
    silent and withdrawn. Just before the 7-11 outside 
    Beaver Hill, I pulled the Ford over onto the shoulder 
    and took a deep breath.
    
    "Karina," I began, "I know that it's important to serve 
    the community. And the extra money that Mike Tobin 
    promised us as a Xmas bonus, well that's pretty 
    important too. And I know that getting ahead and doing 
    well in our new town is a key goal in our lives � as it 
    should be. But there's something that might be even more 
    important and that's our Dignity.
    
    "I realize that perhaps this is not the best time for me 
    to talk about Dignity, as I masturbated while watching 
    Julie-Ann Cordell being mounted by the entire Pine Knob 
    Lake hockey team and I ejaculated on Timothy Cordell's 
    pants, but I guess I have to take the bull by the horn � 
    or something like that � regardless of the 
    circumstances."
    
    Karina was looking at me now, intently and quietly, her 
    eyes locked on mine. I continued,
    
    "So what I mean to say is: Perhaps we should phone Geoff 
    Stanley and tell him that we respectfully decline the 
    opportunity that he has so thoughtfully extended to you, 
    err, us and that he will simply have to find someone 
    else to sexually satisfy the players in the hockey 
    league in their locker rooms after games."
    
    Karina reached out to take my hand in hers. She squeezed 
    it gently and her eyes clouded with tears. She smiled a 
    sweet, wistful half-smile and then blinked her eyes 
    clear.
    
    "Harvey," she said softly, "what you've just said�." she 
    sighed deeply and then started afresh. "Harvey, what 
    you've just said is perhaps the most selfish, narrow-
    minded thing that I have ever heard anyone say."
    
    She reached into her purse and pulled out her cell 
    phone. "Two hours ago," she continued, "I got a text 
    message from Judge Sneeble himself." She showed me the 
    phone. "Judge Sneeble told me that Beaver Hill is about 
    to be overwhelmed by a massive crime wave and an illicit 
    drug epidemic of major proportions. It's up to us 
    socially responsible people to do what we can to uphold 
    Canadian values in these challenging times of crisis."
    
    She withdrew her hand. "Harvey," she added, "we'll just 
    have to do our best, me by sexually pleasing the players 
    in the junior men's hockey league and you by watching me 
    and masturbating."
    
    As Karina finished speaking, a car rushed past us, 
    clearly exceeding the speed limit and one of its 
    occupants tossed out a bag of litter. Karina was 
    absolutely right. Beaver Hill was threatened with crime 
    everywhere we looked. It was up to the law-abiding 
    individual to take a stand � even if that stand was 
    actually on all fours.
    
    "Harvey, it's getting late," Karina said. "We should go 
    home."
    
    "Sure, honey," I replied. I took my foot off the brake 
    pedal and eased the Ford back onto the highway.
    
    "And Harvey," Karina added, "I think it's best you sleep 
    in the guest bedroom from now on. What happened in the 
    locker room tonight�. You have so little self-
    restraint."
    
    I nodded. Once again, there was very little I could say.
    
    To be continued?

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