After the Game

Storm slept. She was cosy and peaceful, safely wrapped in the arms of the two gorgeous men who had just made love to her. Never had she felt so warm, so secure, so happy, all at once... She dreamt of far-off ice hockey leagues and teams she had never had a chance to watch. Time passed. The next thing she felt was a gentle tugging at her wrists, midriff and ankles. It felt strangely... comforting. Storm\'s muddled brain was still too sleepy to register details. The tugging continued and she felt a man\'s hot breath brush past her inner thigh. Suddenly she realised where she was and what had just happened; a pulse of pleasure rushed through her body. She tried to sit up but she couldn\'t - some inexplicable force held her down. Storm slowly opened her eyes and looked around. She gasped when she saw that Michael and Ron had tied her to the sauna bench! Pieces of hockey kit tied in firm knots held her down tightly. Her hands were fixed above her head and her legs were tied in such a way as to spread her thighs wide. She felt helpless but at the same time incredibly sexy. Bondage had always been one of her favourite fantasies, and now she was living it for real! Storm could feel her cunt throbbing, sticky and dripping with its lips hanging open enticingly. She kicked out just to test the strength of the bonds, but they didn\'t budge. Michael and Ron had done a good job!

\"Surprise!\" said Ron\'s voice suddenly. Storm looked up. He was sitting at the other end of the bench, grinning and staring at her body. He was still completely naked and his hands were wrapped around his hard cock.

\"Where\'s Michael?\" she asked.

\"Oh, just gone to get some things. He\'ll be back soon,\" Ron smiled. He slowly began to massage his aching erection, stroking from the base to the head in long, deep movements. A slight groan escaped his lips as a drop of pre-cum oozed out of his throbbing cock head. Storm could almost see his cock pulsing with energy as he increased the pace, rubbing at it with a manic frenzy. One hand slipped down to caress his balls while the other stroked and tickled the head, causing him to groan again and arch his back. The fact that he was getting off on her body made Storm feel incredibly aroused. The juices began to flow from her cunt again and she longed to toss off herself - but her hands were tied, dammit! She sat there in agony as Ron took his own pleasure, while she was unable to take her own. He sighed and tossed his head, massaging his cock deeply and sliding his sticky fingers up and down the long shaft. She knew that it wouldn\'t be long now before he came - his rock-hard cock was shaking and he was breathing heavily. With a loud cry and one last long stroke, a squirt of creamy cum shot out of the end of his cock. It landed against the sauna\'s wooden wall with a dull thud and dripped slowly. Suddenly Ron turned his body towards Storm, aiming his next shots at her. The hot liquid splashed against her breasts, running down in a river to her cunt. She sat, drenched in his juices. Ron leaned back against the wall, exhausted and breathing hard.

The door clicked open and Michael walked in quickly and shut it behind him. His face turned to a look of delight as he saw Ron and Storm on the bench. He was carrying more hockey kit: a team jersey and - to Storm\'s excitement - a stick! He took the jersey and tied it tightly around her eyes. She couldn\'t see a thing; she was completely at their mercy... but it was such a nice feeling! She heard them muttering together in low voices and chuckling. Suddenly she felt a burning sensation running through her pelvis. It took her a few seconds to work out what they had done. One of them - she didn\'t know which, but she fancied it was Ron - had thrust the hockey stick up her cunt! He wasn\'t thrusting it, yet, just holding it there. It was much thicker than any man\'s cock and she felt herself being stretched beyond belief. It was slightly painful, but at the same time incredibly pleasurable.

\"Relax, this is gonna feel so good...\" whispered Ron. At once he began thrusting the stick in and out, its leather handle squelching in her juices. He started off slow and then built up the pace, until 8 inches of the stick were pounding in and out of Storm, faster than a man could ever thrust. Ron got faster and faster until he was almost shaking the stick, and Storm knew she was about to cum. The world began to spin and her cunt contracted once, but all of a sudden Ron stopped and took the stick out. \"Thanks for that,\" he said. \"I\'ll make sure I use that stick in the next game!\"

\"Why didn\'t you let me cum?\" asked Storm, feeling horny but unsatisfied. \"I was just about to...\"

\"Sorry,\" Ron replied. \"Michael has something else he\'d really like to do to you, but he\'s too shy to ask..!\"

\"Ron!\" Michael hissed, embarrassed.

\"Well go on then!\" said Ron. \"Now\'s your chance Mike... Oh, and while you\'re doing it - Storm, you can suck my cock. I don\'t believe you\'ve sucked me off yet, but I imagine you\'re very good at it!\"