Erotic Easter Eggs

Harry Blue

Two randy soccer teams, one male, one female, compete against each other in an Easter egg hunt like no other. One by one they give in to irresistible temptation as each player tries to out-do the other. Poor lady goalkeeper; seventy two inches of naked perfection, waits longingly for her partner to claim his reward but he keeps looking in all the wrong places. She soon takes charge and shows him what to do.

Charlotte was the secretary of the village women’s soccer team. Only single women were allowed to be members, as soon as their wedding day occurred their membership ceased.

The catchment area was five miles so there was no shortage of willing women. They all loved close contact sport, none being actively gay but also not averse to that type of encounter should it occur. The muddier the pitch the better, the hot showers afterwards to be enjoyed for as long as possible. The name of the team? The Brazilians.

The Brazilians shared the pitch and sports facilities with a male club, which had started an Easter tradition last year. They had an Easter Sunday egg hunt, which initially appeared to be quite innocuous, but in reality was an excuse for sex. All Brazilian team members had to devote a pair of skimpy knickers, which would then be hidden around the rugby field, or changing rooms, or anywhere else within the grounds, together with an Easter egg. The men’s team did the hunting.

Last year, when the egg hunt had first been held, there had been little or no rules, simply hunt for the eggs and knickers, with a free for all to find the owner. The girls had been waiting in the bar, looking out the windows to see how the lads had been getting on. The first man to find one of the eggs had been the captain, and when he came into the bar he was holding the egg in one hand, and the knickers in the other. As he had walked across the muddy pitch he had discarded all his clothes, so when he walked through the door he was completely naked.

‘Where’s my prize? I have an egg to share.’

By a coincidence the lucky girl had also been the team captain, she walked forward, not said a word, gone onto her knees, and taken his erection in her mouth. The other girls sat there, taken by surprise, as Serena had gobbled him up. Faster and faster she had gone as he came very quickly. She swallowed up every single drop of his come, before the next team player came through the door, also naked. The next girl came forward, ready and willing. One by one the men came into the bar, one by one they were taken in the girl’s mouth, one by one they came, one by one the girl swallowed every last drop. The men had stood in line, as each girl had been on her knees in front of them, making quite a spectacle. It was a good job that the weather had been very warm and sunny.

It was only when they had finished that Christina, the goalkeeper, had emerged from behind the bar.

‘excuse me.’

All ten women and ten men had looked over to her.

‘where’s mine?’

All eyes were on the soccer pitch, and there was the men’s goalkeeper, on his hands and knees, looking for an egg in the perimeter ditch.

‘He is SO thick,’ she exclaimed. I placed my knickers and egg right by the goal posts. They could not be MORE obvious. She stomped out onto the veranda, and they all heard her shout

‘hey, thicko. Get your arse over to those goalposts. No, not those, the other ones. Now, yes, that’s right, pick them up. Who do you think they belong to? Yes, that’s right, they’re mine. Do you want me to suck you off? Well strip off nice and fast, let’s see your wedding tackle, and we’ll give all our friends a good display.’

By the time he was in the doorway, Christina was ready for him, She was stark naked. All eyes in the room, from her team mates who had seen her this way before in the showers, to the men, who had not, were staring at her form. She was exactly six feet tall without shoes, her short black hair fell naturally into place when she shook her head, and taking eyes further down you could see that her broad shoulders showed the benefit of many hours work in the gym. Her upper torso muscles were there in abundance, but somehow improved her femininity, not detracted from it. Her breasts were very well formed, not drooping or sagging, but with the natural appearance that went with her age of twenty three. The nipples were small and pink, outstanding at the moment in anticipation of what was to come. Her public mound was strong, prominent because of the also strong stomach muscles and the upper thighs that seemed to the observer an aid to increasing the sexual experience for any partner. She could grip firmly with her vaginal muscles. As her audience stared at her in fascination, their eyes were drawn to the prominent pubic mound. It was completely hairless, like the rest.

Two words summed her up - Amazonian and statuesque.

Her team mates could not avert their eyes. Neither could the men. She was superb in her nudity

Christina looked at him straight and without hesitation. ‘You, what’s your name?’

‘Roger.’

‘Very appropriate. Stand in front of me, just here.’ She pointed at a place with her index finger on her right hand. Roger very obediently stood where he was told, still naked, with the largest erection of the team. He was proud of himself.

Cristina knelt in front of Roger, and took his erection in both hands. She licked her lips. Then very slowly placed her hips around the tip of his shaft. She opened her mouth, and took him in as far as she could, which was about two thirds of the way. Christina then opened her throat muscles, and took his prick right in. All ten inches of it. The other women were open mouthed, fascinated at her ability to perform deep throat. Serena the captain started applauding, out of respect, soon the other players, and also the men, clapped as well. Without a conscious team effort their applause became a rhythm as she took him in her mouth. Clap. She took it all in. Clap. She released it. Clap. It went in again. Clap. Out it came. Clap, faster this time, the whole prick disappeared into her mouth. Clap. There was Roger’s prick again. The rhythm built up, Christina had to use both her hands to wank him as well, she was unable to maintain the pace without gagging.

She could not look up and see his face, there was so much frenetic activity, so it took her completely by surprise when she felt his sudden spurt at the back of her throat. And then another spurt. And then a third. Finally a fourth. She felt his erection go a little, he gently slid himself out of her, and then she performed the final, ultimate act. She licked her lips, then swallowed.

Roger and Christina had become an item, and within the next year Serena and her male counterpart had married other partners, so the vacant leadership role had been taken on by the two goalkeepers. Club secretary Charlotte had been delighted with the previous private sexual oral orgy. As well as secretary she was the centre half, and had been in the middle of the row of women on their knees. Her partner had been Jeff, who Charlotte had fancied for quite some time, and it seemed natural that they would pair off afterwards for more of the same. Charlotte was more than a little surprised by the conversation in the car with Jeff when he gave her a lift home.

‘did you enjoy that?’ she asked.

‘Yes, but I prefer my sex in private.’

‘What was wrong with it, then?’

‘It can be a bit off-putting, performing in front of your mates. I know it sounds funny, but blokes don’t like to compare todgers, you have to be happy with what you’ve got, and to manage a big Hampton in front of everyone can be something of an achievement. Must confess that was the first time anything like that has happened to me. The icing on the cake was having it with you. I’ve fancied you for a long time, so glad of the excuse to get together.’

‘Me too,’ said Charlotte. ‘Don’t know if you know much about my private life, but I have my own one bedroom flat, don’t share with anyone, and apart from the club keep myself pretty much to myself.’

Jeff grinned. ‘What about the wild reputation of the club?’

‘You know what it’s like. If you’re not a member, then you don’t know what’s occurring. Yes, there might be the odd promiscuity, but there’s been no orgies while I have been a member, and even though we have a hen night every year, it certainly doesn’t get out of hand.’

‘Talking of hands,’ said Jeff, you were pretty good with yours back there. Wouldn’t mind getting handy myself.’ He took his left hand from the steering wheel, and placed it on Charlotte’s right knee. She didn’t try to stop him, shifting position so her skirt rode up her legs and making it easier for him to explore further.

‘Why don’t we wait until we get back to your flat?’

‘Sounds good to me.’

They were soon inside her front door, and as she walked to the bedroom she took off her clothes. Jeff could see what was occurring, and he also was naked again by the time they were lying on the bed. ‘Fuck me’ said Charlotte. ‘Don’t mess around, I want to be fucked right now.’

The situation was sufficient to arouse him, and the conversation got him going even more. Typical man, he loved it when the woman talked dirty to him. Her legs were already open and waiting, so he gently placed the tip of his prick at her entrance. Looking down he could see that she was ready for him. Shaven. Just like all the others, legs open wide, ready to be fucked. Nothing more to be done, he gently eased himself inside her, probing, making sure that his penetration was gentle but strong.

Charlotte sighed in pleasure. ‘Fuck me, fuck me fuck me, fuck me as hard as you can. Fuck me so I can feel everything. Fuck me so I can have all your wonderful prick deep inside me. Fuck me as I’ve never been fucked before. Fuck me more.’

Jeff did exactly as he was told, each thrust long and strong, each thrust making her gasp with pleasure, each thrust following an exquisite withdrawal until she thought that he was going to come right out, but then he would pause, his prick end still inside her, and then the next thrust would occur all over again. Her juices were lubricating his prick, making the experience even better so there was no discomfort at all. Her natural ability to lubricate her vagina to the very back of her being meant that he was able to thrust as hard as he wanted without creating any friction, any area that she would feel when he had finished with her that she would not be able to feel comfortable. The anticipation of the love making and the act of the love making meant that she kept pace with him all the time, so that every time he slid deep down inside her, she was able to thrust her hips up to meet him. His weight was heavy on her, but despite this she was able to work her vaginal muscles so she did her best to trap his prick deep inside her.

But Charlotte was so wet that she was completely unable to do this, with the squelching sound coming from deep inside. Her muscles were contracting so much around his prick that she was unable to control her anal ones. With one particularly strong thrust going deeper and deeper inside she simply had to let go. She broke wind.

No odour, just the embarrassment of making a draught around his balls. He smiled down into her embarrassed face, and despite the intensity of the love making they both giggled. Tenderness from simplicity.

A few strokes later she knew that her time was coming. He was staring at her face all the time now, watching for any changes in her expression. There they were, the tell-tale signs, the eyes squinting together a little, the mouth closing slightly, the teeth closing together, breath coming more frequently in gasps, no time any more to say ‘fuck me’, and then there she was, back arched, legs straight out, arms gripped tightly around his neck smothering his face into her hair by her right ear, nowhere for him to move to, body movement completely stopped, as her climax lasted for ten seconds. Then Charlotte relaxed. She was spent.

‘Now come deep inside me. Every last drop. Fuck me until there’s nothing left. Hard as you like. Then harder still. No mercy. I want to be fucked as hard as you can.’

All the time she was talking, she was getting louder with her words, until the last sentence was at the top of her voice. Jeff was pounding away, faster and faster, matching her intensity, and she knew he couldn’t last long. She was right. No warning, one second he was pounding away, the next he was bucking away on top of her, crushing her, as he did as he was told. He came deep inside her. Six times his prick jerked inside her, as each spurt of come hit the back of her vagina. The he stopped, rolling off, putting his right arm round her head as he pulled her into the crook of his body so they could relax together.

Charlotte could feel the trickle of his come down her legs as it exited.

A little while later they dressed, and chatted in the lounge over a bottle of red wine. ‘We’ve got to come up with an idea for next year’s Easter egg hunt,’ said Jeff. It’s our turn next year, and your effort today is going to be pretty hard to beat.’

‘Don’t worry, I am sure that we can come up with something over the next year.’

The two captain goalkeepers Roger and Christina got together in a local pub with Jeff and Charlotte just after Christmas. Roger said ‘I’ve been thinking about what we can do this Easter that’s going to be better than the last one. Why don’t we get a chocolate egg, melt it in our hands, and then smear it all over our faces. Then the women have to lick the chocolate off. We know that you women will do anything for the taste of chocolate.’

The others looked at him as if he had spoken utter rubbish. Which of course he had. ‘What! Don’t you like the idea? What’s not to like. We could always strip off and smear chocolate over your tits so we could lick them off.’ The others looked at him with even more distaste.

‘Okay, so YOU come up with a better idea.’

The two women looked at him. Charlotte said ‘funnily enough, we have. Now, this is what we are suggesting.....’ They spent the next two hours planning, getting lots of looks from other drinkers as their suggestions became more raucous and outrageous.

Come Easter Sunday their plans were all in place. Both teams were gathered in the club house, as it was quite a cold day, raining outside, and the heating was on. The time to gather was 2pm, but inevitably there were latecomers, so it took another hour before all were present.

‘Right,’ said Charlotte, ‘I’m sure that you are all wondering what’s going to occur this year. They sat in anticipation. ‘In this room there are hidden twenty two Cadburys small chocolate eggs. Eleven have blue wrapping, eleven have red wrapping. Around each egg is also a bow. Tied to each bow is a piece of paper. At the top of this paper is a number. That is your number. Eleven numbers for the men, eleven numbers for the women. That is your partner.’

‘I thought we going to have something interesting,’ said one of the male members.

‘Ah, that’s not all, go find your eggs, and then we’ll take it to the next stage.’

There was a mad scramble as all twenty two people in the room went hunting. Within ten minutes all the eggs had been found, and all the participants were paired off. They were sitting in the lounge, munching away at their eggs.

Charlotte said ‘the next part of the programme starts to get interesting. All the men have to take a piece of paper from this ice bucket.’ Each man proceeded to take one each, and then looked expectantly at Charlotte.

‘On the paper you will see a number, or numbers, followed by a dot, followed by another two numbers. The number before the dot is the minute, the second numbers are the seconds. On the video machine with the giant t.v. is a tape. That tape is a porn tape. The machine has a counter, saying how long has elapsed on the tape. We are going to play the tape, and when the time on your slip of paper is the same as the time on the tape, you will do exactly what the people are doing on the screen.’

All the people there looked very excited at the prospect of performing just like porn stars. ‘What, exactly as they are doing on the tape?’

‘Yep, if there’s four of them doing it to each other, then the next two couples with the times on their paper will do what they are doing.’

‘What, swapping?’

‘Yep’.

‘What, anal?’

‘If that’s what they’re doing, then that’s what you will be doing.’

‘Girl on girl?’

‘You’re getting the message. Now, let’s have a look at the pieces of paper. Get them in time order.’ They did this, So each knew that when their time slip came round, they had to perform exactly as the porn stars were doing on the tape. No beds, just in public in the bar.

Charlotte also had a different partner to Jeff, but she had decided that this was going to be the last time that she was going to indulge in this way. Time to settle down and Jeff was the man to do it with, even if he wasn’t aware yet. She and Christina had had a girlie chat, and she had decided the same with Roger.

The tape started and they soon realised that it had been chosen with a lot of thought. There was an orgy on the screen, with eleven men and eleven women. All eyes were riveted on what was occurring.

It was set in a bar, with the women undoing the men’s zips to take out their partner’s pricks. Soon all the women had done this, so the women did the same in their own bar. So much for waiting for their time slot to come. They were getting down to an orgy as well. The next five minutes had intense oral sex, with every woman performing on every man. But as they were doing this to their men, the man was making sure that she was naked from the waist down, so the soccer men did the same, all eyes on the screen as much as possible, but that wasn’t easy for some of the women, because they inevitably had their concentration on his groinal area. As they removed their women’s underclothing, on the screen they were working their hands inside and around their pussies, making them nice and wet, working their fingers inside and around. Then they stopped, and manoeuvred their lady around so they were able to take them in their mouths.

Each woman in that soccer club bar had a man’s mouth, lips, tongue, exploring their shaven pudenda’s. Each woman was fascinated and transfixed in so many ways. Each woman was being sexually aroused by a new partner, all experienced men, all with different women in the past, and every woman was watching the screen to see what was going to happen next. Would they have time to have a climax before there was a scene change?

The orgy on the screen was replicated by the orgy in reality. This was something different. On the screen orgy the three couples on the left stripped off completely, and then swapped partners. They did the same, so then they wondered what to do next. No time to wonder too much, the first three men immediately penetrated their new women, all in close proximity, on the same settee, the women all on their backs, legs wide open to aid the men, all holding their ankles, all being fucked at the same time. The men were thrusting really deep inside the women, and the women all stopped holding their ankles and started playing with each others’ breasts. One was particularly enthusiastic, so as she was being shafted, she managed to contort herself over the next woman and took her large breast in her mouth, sucking with experience. The other woman was laying back, loving being fucked by a very large and healthy man, as she was being taken to a different experience by a female partner. The woman whose tit was being taken in the mouth was the woman in the middle, so the woman on the other side saw what was occurring, taking the woman’s other tit in her mouth as well. So now she was still being fucked, but had both breasts being taken by two different women.

This was the cue for the three men and women on the settee to do the same, with Sophie, the player in the middle, thinking to herself that she was the luckiest girl in the room. The intensity of the experience was really something. Yes, she knew that the people on the screen were only acting, they couldn’t possible gain so much pleasure, they were being paid and she was there to be fucked, nothing else, but wow, if they only got half out of it that she was, then they were bloody lucky.

Sophie was loving every second of it, being fucked on the leather club settee, as each breast was taken by the lady player on each side of her. She stopped watching the screen. The two girls on either side stopped watching the screen. The three men fucking the three girls stopped watching the screen. They couldn’t care less what was occurring on the screen, they were intense on what they were doing, on the pleasure of the situation, on the knowledge that they were doing something that they wanted to do and long may it last.

Four other couple on the screen were fucking together. They were obviously experienced porn performers, they looked very comfortable in their activities, one woman was with two men. She was on her front, being fucked conventionally from behind with her arse in the air, as she took another man in her mouth. Two of the women were performing on each other, sixty-nining and licking and sucking each other out with a great deal of enthusiasm. One man was lying back, wanking, and the other couple were fucking, with her riding on top of him, back to his chest, just impaling herself, up and down, up and down, steady rhythm. She had enormous breasts, obviously implants, and they were bouncing up and down as she went up and down on his shaft. She was unshaven, and had a small tattoo where her pubic hair had been. The tattoo was of a dolphin.

Four couples in the room did the same, but varied it a little, the girl with the biggest tits went forward and took one man from behind, as she took another in her mouth. The fucking motion took her tits everywhere, and she had such a look of satisfaction on her face it was obvious that she was not going to relinquish either man, she was going to take them both in turn, she was going to make sure that when they came they only came with her, she was not going to allow them to come with any other woman. They were hers.

The two girls went on at each other really fast, each licking and sucking each other. As they had no public hair, they were clean, fastidiously so, with no odour, just the scent of sex. It was obvious that they were experienced in Sapphic ways, they gave each other the maximum amount of pleasure. In and out went their tongues, in and out went their fingers, until at one stage they each had a hand inside each other, up to the wrist, so they could work their magic on each other. They came together, moaning and groaning at each other, as they worked their magic on each other. Spent, they lay side by side as they watched the others still performing. The man who had been wanking himself came over, said ‘would you mind?’ very politely, and when they grinned and said ‘of course not’ he wanked his come over their very willing faces. They then licked it off each other, swallowed, and then sucked every last drop from his prick.

That just left Charlotte and her new partner and Christina and hers. All four of them had been watching the screen intently, each woman playing with each man, so they then made them sit back as they impaled themselves on each prick. As they were going up and down, they extended their hands across so they played with the other girl’s shaven pussy. Each woman knew that there was nothing like a double climax, being brought to fruition by a big prick inside her, as her pussy was being played with by an experienced woman’s hands. The G spot was there to be discovered, and find it they both did. They came at the same time.

All the men who had not come, and this was the majority, were able to time their climax quite well together. Each man went faster and faster, some coming deep inside their women, the rest managing to hold out long enough to disengage and then come over a part of the partner’s body. Some came over the face, some the breasts, some the stomach, and one right on the woman’s quim.

When it was all over, they lay back, feeling pretty proud of themselves.

We can’t better that next Easter. Let’s say that we’ll stop there. We’ll retire here. There were a lot of satisfied people, nodding. Enough was enough.