You wondered if all quidditch players ached this much after trading, or if it was just Skye’s particular regiment. You shuffled into the changing rooms rubbing the bruise on your shoulder, your skin caked in mud. Skye said your training was over for the day, which left you time to take a shower and catch your breath. You hadn’t realized Skye had followed you in until you were standing under the running water completely naked, turning around startled to find her admiring you from the entrance. “Um, this is the boys showers, isn’t it?” You asked.
Skye glanced at the designated portion to separate the boys from the girls and shrugged. Personally, I was always an advocate for communal shower rooms” she explained, confidently walking to the bench and removing her clothes. Your eyes widen as she undressed in front of you, averting your eyes when her hoodie was pulled over her head to reveal her toned athletic body. It was clear she wasn’t as self conscious about her body as you were as you hid your manhood from her. She shot you an amused smirk as she strolled confidently over to one of the showers and turned on the water. “In my experience, if your team can’t feel comfortable around each other they can’t perform efficiently. Everyone needs to trust one another, as my dad likes to say.”
“I guess that makes sense” you reply, fighting the urge to steal glances at her as she cleaned herself up.
After a few minutes the young quidditch chaser turned to you and said “tryouts are soon. You think you’re ready for them?”
“I hope so” you reply nervously, risking a look to smile at her. “Thank you for helping me train.”
“Training’s not over” she smirked, leaving her shower to approach yours. You attempt to turn away from her but the fit young woman steps around so you are forced to look at her. “If you want to make the team, we still have much to work on” she told you, turning you back so she could admire your naked body up close. You inhale sharply, your eyes falling onto hers as she stood in front of you proudly. She was built like an Olympian, toned abbs on her stomach, her arms sturdy showing a hint of muscle, her breasts prominent and firm on her chest. She looked stunning, the blue highlights in her hair standing out as the water fell over her face. She examined your physique closely, her hands running over your arms and chest down to your stomach. “There’s always room for improvement” she muttered, her eyes drawn down to your groin as you hands had fallen away. Her smile rose as she got a good look at your penis angling between your legs.
You drew a sharp inhale as she reached down and stroked your cock, the blood rushing from your pale face down to your groin making it grow in her hand. “Is…is this part of your unorthodox training?” You asked, struggling to keep composed as she cupped your balls.
“In a way” she replied, her attention fixed on your crotch as she rubbed it until it was erect. She looked up at you and smiled. “Chasers need to deal with a lot of stress” she explained, wrapping her hands around your shaft. “You have to control it so you don’t lose your head. Let’s see how good your self control is and find out how long you can go without ejaculating” she suggested.
You choked back a laugh. If this was trading it was absurd. But then so has most everything else Skye Parkin has put you through in the last few days. “I’m sure I can do that” you said defiantly.
“I won’t be making it easy for you” she smirked, dropping down to her knees to bring herself level with your erection. She locked a teasing gaze on you before leaning forward and planting a kiss on the underside of your cock. You gasped as it throbbed, curling your fingers into your fists realizing this wasn’t going to be an easy test. “You’ll find I’m really good with a broomstick” she smirked, demonstrating on yours as she began pleasuring you with her tongue.
You stared down at her in bewilderment as she played with your dick, running her tongue up and down it’s length before swirling it around the tip sensually. By the time she brought her lips down to suck it your cock was throbbing. You dug your nails into your palms and grit your teeth, trying to think about unsexy things to hold the rising tide in your balls back. Filch in swimwear. An angry Red cap. Professor Snape. No matter what though the sight of Skye Parkin naked and on her knees bobbing her head on your cock kept invading your imagination. It was too much, she was too much for you to handle. “I don’t know how long I can hold it” you whimper.
Skye lifted her head off your penis with a pop, a playful smile on her face as she massaged it. “You don’t need to break any records. The idea is to see how well you handle a stressful situation.” She upped the ante by leaning underneath and sucking on your balls, which we’re getting swollen with desperate need and semen. She released them and rose up on her knees, shuffling forward to put her firm breasts either side of your dick. “I think you have potential. Most guys would’ve blown their load the moment I put my mouth on their cock” she remarked as she sandwiched your cock between her breasts. You moan as she gave you a Tithonus, which wasn’t helping your self control. You could look down, the sight too sexy and hot for you to handle. “I’ve always loved quidditch” she said, as if this was the time for casual conversation.
“Because you…fuck…because of your family background?” You asked.
“I mean, growing up a Parkin was a big part of it. But I still fell in love with the game on my own” she explained, pecking the tip of your cock between sentences. “Especially when I got older. Playing quidditch sometimes feels a lot like having sex. You always start off nervous, sometimes confident, but never quite knowing how the game is going to play out. Then when you start it’s exciting, and terrifying, and thrilling all at once. It can last moments or hours, you never know which. There’s always the build up to the big moments, when you’re heart is pounding and you pull of the perfect move that takes your breath away. The pauses, the anticipation, the excitement and trepidation, it brings up up and down, like you’re flying. And then that final moment when the golden snitch is finally caught…” you cock suddenly explodes, unable to hold it in any longer as you spontaneously ejaculate all over the young woman with a relieved moan. Skye takes a moment to bask in the shower of cum, turning her head to it as it covered her face and shoulders. She releasing a long gratified breath proclaiming “that sweet release of victory. There’s nothing like it.”
“No, there isn’t” you gasp, panting heavily as you catch your breath. You look down at the sexy sight of Skye painted white, her hair sticky with cum. She scoops some of it up and tastes it before standing up into the water to rinse it off, sighing in pleasure as the water runs down her body. “Is this really part of your training? Or was it just an excuse to have sex?” You ask suspiciously.
Skye smirked, cleaning herself up before asking “was that an offer?”
You looked at her in admiration and shrugged. “Maybe. I do still need to thank you for saving me from Rath’s bludger” you recall, putting an arm around her pulling her closer.
“That is true” she nodded, stepping with you as you turn her around and press her against the wall under the shower. She felt up your body as it pressed against hers. “I’m sure we can come up with some way for you to repay me” she smiled, brushing her hands through your hair before pulling you into a kiss. She was a brilliant kisser as you made out with the young chaser, feeling up her body in return while the running water soaked the both of you. The shower made the passionate kiss even more steamy as your grew grew back to prominence. It brushed the underside of her pussy making her purr into your mouth, her leg brushing up your thigh to hook around your hip. The invitation was clear, so you aligned yourself and entered her, receiving a very warm welcome. “Fuck yes” she moaned, pulling you in closer into an embrace. “Fuck me, I needed this” she sighed.
You gently fuck Skye standing up, taking your time to appreciate how good her insides feel. She felt so tight it massaged your length from tip to base, her pussy sucking you in deeper with each thrust. You glance around the shower room, suddenly a little worried someone might walk in. “Maybe we could take this somewhere more private?” You suggest quietly.
She shook her head. “Fuck no, here is perfect” she replied, wrapping her arms around you pulling your hips against her harder. “Fuck, I really needed this” she moaned.
You needed it too, desire taking over you’re actions as blood left your brain to your groin. You humped her harder, giving her the sexual release she needed, that you needed. “Do you always have sex in the shower?” You asked her between thrusts.
She laughed. “No, but it’s one of my favorite places for it” she replied. “We usually go to a special place nobody else knows about. A clubhouse of sorts” she confided.
“You could show me sometime.”
“Maybe, if you make the team” she promised. “You became our chaser, I’ll welcome you to the team personally.”
“If I ever needed an extra reason to pass the tryouts” you grin, kissing her deeply. She made out with you, promising much more as you made love to her passionately. After a few minutes her moans turned to pants, her walls milking your cock as you thrust into her until her orgasm rocked her. “Sounds like you could use more training in self control” you teased, slowing down a bit to let her recover.
She exhaled deeply, wrapping her arms around your shoulders as you gently kissed her chest. When she was ready you kept going, taking hold of her other leg to lift her off her feet and pound her into the wall more vigorously. She whispered encouragement into your ear as you fucked her, her breathing turning heavy as your grunts got louder. Another few minutes and you both met the orgasm you sought, your bodies becoming one as you both came together. After a toe curling climax Skye slumped against the wall breathlessly, stroking your head as you nuzzled her breast and sucked on her nipple. “Merlin’s beard” she gasped.
You lifted your head proudly, planting a delicate kiss on her mouth. “Does that mean you’ll be up to doing this again?” You asked, figuring it couldn’t hurt to test the waters of a follow up.
She chuckled, patting your shoulder in approval. “one step at a time. First pass the tryouts, then we’ll see” she said, hugging your against her chest kissing your forehead. “Please pass the tryouts” she prayed under her breath.
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