Teen Football Player Abused by MILF

Predatory cougar Lisa is disappointed that it seems she will have no young company this Friday night. That is until, to her surprise, a drunken young footballer collapses in her front garden only to find that his vulnerability is...well and truly exploited.

Note: Whilst this is a heterosexual interaction, as with all my stories, the focus from both a narrative and physical perspective, is on the young man. This story features CFNM, public male stripping, female-of-male body worship, non-consensual sex, and graphic depictions of sex. If these attributes appeal to you, please read on and of course I welcome any positive feedback. All characters are over eighteen. This is a work of fiction.

Prelude

It was no accident that Lisa's townhouse was situated on a narrow ridge of land which opened onto a popular surf beach at the front whilst at the rear overlooked the local football ground and skatepark. In her early 30s Lisa was already a successful professional woman. She worked in IT and mostly from home...so she enjoyed the luxury of arranging her time to suit her needs...business and pleasure. Slim and attractive, Lisa had plenty of admirers...men who would have appreciated a long term relationship, but she remained determinedly single....strategically unavailable in fact in order that she could indulge her : predatory behaviour. Lisa felt she was too young to be considered a MILF but she was certainly in the 'cougar' category. Lisa loved young guys. Boys who were men....men who were still boys in the eyes of the world. She was under no illusion as to her predilections. She was not after a relationship. She just wanted them for their young hard bodies, for their infectious enthusiasm, for their boundless energy and staying power, and also for their youthful inexperience.

It was a Friday night and surprisingly balmy for October in Melbourne. Lisa lazed back on the couch, outwardly watching television but in reality stewing slightly. Her fingers unconsciously drifted down to her crotch...seeking under the edge of her dress and caressing her pussy through her knickers. She'd hoped for something rather more tonight she ruefully pondered.

It was the end of season awards night for the local football team....HER football team she liked to think. Her townhouse overlooked the playing ground, a feature which had guaranteed her purchase of it some years ago, and her front door was only metres from the playing ground itself and the clubhouse...home to a veritable smorgasbord of delicious boys and young men; a point Lisa had long taken full advantage of, demonstrating her approval and....appreciation to dozens of boys from numerous senior teams across the years. No doubt the arrangement had proven mutually satisfactory she pondered...how many young cocks and balls she had sucked and emptied...how many perfectly formed tight and smooth little butts had pumped her tight pussy...how much boy cum had overflowed down her legs. Mmmm...her fingers slipped inside her knickers and she slid a finger between her lips...already wet from the memories.

"Fuck it," she grunted, abruptly standing up and walking across the room to the sliding doors out onto the deck. She felt horny but...she also felt pissed off...irritated that she was on her own when she'd very much anticipated some lustful company. It was undoubtedly the first awards night ever when she had not been joined later by an inebriated horny football player, full of bravado from the night of revelry and mateship...and full of teen cum needing release.

"Fuck it," she hissed again, and then hearing her front gate banging remembered it had been doing so for at least half an hour. In fact the first time she heard it her heart skipped a beat and her pussy twitched, assuming that she was about to get company...horny, demanding company. But it was just the wind, that hot north wind which was the cause of this unseasonably hot weekend. She strode across the room, placing her empty wine glass a little too roughly on the island bench as she walked down the hall and out the front door.

It must have been almost full moon because her garden, quite secluded from street lights, was well illuminated. As soon as she stepped down from the front porch she could see that the gate was in fact banging in the wind against a bicycle which appeared to have been dropped carelessly half in and half out of her gate. Very odd...

She looked outside into the street but all was quiet...disappointingly so she thought. Lisa pulled the bike into the garden and closed the gate properly, thinking the owner would probably return in the morning to claim it. And then, turning back toward her front door her attention was grabbed by an object to her right. Across to the right hand side of the grass, mostly into some deep moonshade of garden shrubbery was a body....unquestionably a male torso, literally stretched out on her lawn.

Lisa gasped, her hand moving to her throat. "What the....," she muttered very much to herself and she quickly moved closer. Immediately she realized it was one of the boys from the awards night. Awards nights could be one of two things in her experience; quite formal...everyone in suits or blazers....or super casual. This year, apparently had been the latter. The 'body' in her garden was face down, head tipped away from her and resting on a forearm as if just...having a rest. He was tall! Perhaps it was the...oddness of a body prostrate in her garden that tricked the eyes' perspective but the boy was a giant. As best she could tell in the semi darkness he was wearing a short sleeved shirt which was riding part way up his back, and pale grey tracksuit pants (God bless the fashion guru who brought back grey trackie pants Lisa had many times muttered)....and that was it! No socks...no shoes that Lisa could see. Perhaps they were in the garden somewhere?

As she knelt down next to him she felt a slight guilt....slight indeed as she noticed his totally deliciously pert little butt where the pants had been pulled tight as he'd collapsed to the ground, and his ridiculously long stretched out muscular legs. Leaning across him she listened carefully..he was breathing...breathing strongly in fact. Ok great...well he's not dead then she thought. But what to do? She couldn't just leave him there surely? But then why not? He was just sleeping off too much grog from the awards night, yeah? Then she thought....perhaps he was one of her...regulars? Or a new lad...intending to visit her after all and...didn't make it?? Who is it she wondered? His face was turned away but the length of him on the ground did not look....familiar particularly.

Her heart beating a little faster Lisa put a hand on his shoulder...well his upper arm to be precise. It was warm and amazingly firm...mmm strong boy she thought. She spoke quietly but clearly. "Ummm hello...are you ok? Nothing. Not a flicker. Lisa tried to wriggle his shoulder but he was well and truly out to it. She tried again, a bit louder this time. "Hello...are you alright?" Nothing. She sat back down on her haunches. What to do? Perhaps she should bring a blanket out? But Lisa's curiosity was piqued. She wanted to know who it was...lying out to it in her garden. With one hand on his upper arm and the other on his hip she pulled. Damn he was heavy...and she felt sure he would wake up with all her difficulty getting him to move but after a bit of work he suddenly flopped over onto his back, his right arm flailing about and brushing Lisa's tit as he rotated, and his right leg bent outwards. He exhaled sharply as he slumped onto his back and Lisa smelt the telltale aroma of tequila. Lisa smiled knowingly...tequila shots...that will do it for you she laughed to herself.

Lisa looked at his face in the moonlight and gasped. It was Matt! Oh my god the uber delicious, and equally illusive Matt, all 190cm of 18yo ruckman for the senior boys' team. Lisa had lusted after him all season. She had pursued him relentlessly, well as much as she could from the sidelines. But Matt had proven uncommonly...challenging. She had even asked one of her regular teen fuckers who was in his team about him. "Maybe he's gay..?" she'd pondered. His team mate had not thought so.... "Just keeps to himself I guess...??" Lisa's lust continued unabated and unsatisfied, and finally as the season came to an end she'd had to admit defeat, abandoning all hope of enjoying those long muscular legs wrapped around her, that ever so tiny little butt ramming her, and omg that big cock filling her with his boy juice. With that thought her eyes drifted from his gorgeous young face down his manly torso. She felt her own intake of breath as her eyes took in his taut smooth stomach where his top was pulled up, as well as one tiny little nipple and a smooth muscular chest almost fully revealed by the one remaining button on his shirt. Her eyes continued south, delighted that the waistband of his trackie pants was pulled way down on the right side, the paleness of usually hidden skin illuminated in the moonlight. Lisa had....studied Matt closely on the football ground and knew for a certainty that he was possessed of a monster cock. As a 'tall' to use the footy vernacular his task was to leap for the ball as it was bounced in the centre circle. Those 190cm would stretch high, jersey would pull up and taut tummy would be on show...as was his cock, always appearing to be pressed hard against the delightfully tiny football shorts he chose to wear to each and every game. Lisa appreciated with detail the way it flopped about with...weight as he leapt high for the ball. It had been a source of fascination to her that, of all the boys who could have done with a jock or some tight briefs for support, Matt clearly chose to let it all loose....and there was a lot to let loose! His waistband on the right was pulled so far down as to reveal just a tiny patch of pubes; Lisa felt faint. And there it was, in all its glory, pressed down by the waistband...his huge cock, the moonlight more than enough to highlight its girth and length, totally flaccid as it was.

Lisa was holding her breath. She let it out with a slow hiss. She knelt and looked at him. Her eyes drank him in and she felt that all too familiar twitch of her pussy. Matt was a quite beautiful boy. She knew that he would not appreciate that description. Teenage boys are so hung up on a very narrow view of their masculinity; she knew all too well that he would not understand the beautiful could more than adequately coexist with hot...sexy...deeelicious hehe!

She sat a while longer and then reached out again and rubbed his shoulder. "Matt," she said. "Matt...wake up. Matt...are you ok?" And she rubbed his shoulder..more vigorously this time. No response but the steady sound of his breathing. He was really out to it...must have really thrown down those shots. Under the guise of (still) trying to wake him she put her hand on his chest. Oh it felt wonderful. He was broad shouldered and his pecs were firm. She whispered his name again and rubbed his chest...well let's be honest...caressed his chest. In fact she felt the pert little nipple which was not visible through his shirt and suddenly her pussy was not just twitching...it was wet.

What was she doing? She must be crazy? This really was not ok...was it? Then she thought...well maybe he was actually trying to come see me? And anyway...this is my garden!! He's trespassing after all...isn't he? Lisa laughed inwardly at her own silly rationalisation but she knew what she was going to do. And anyway, she thought, I'll just stroke his chest...and his arms...and that will wake him up...and as soon as he stirs I will say his name and shake him as if I'm trying to wake him up. That's what I'll do she determined.

Lisa wriggled around slightly so that, kneeling she was angled somewhat towards his face. She needed to be sure that if he started to come round...opened his eyes..she would know. She studied his face. He had what Lisa called the 'smooth genes'. He was a boy and truly all man; tall and broad chested, muscular arms and deep chest, legs which were long and again masculinely strong. But for all that he was very smooth. Watching him on the football field it was clear that his legs were hairless above the knee....just a light dusting below. Likewise his arms were remarkably hairless. Peering closely in the dim light she could see that his face had never felt a razor. There was just the slightest fluffiness over his cheeks and chin....absolutely nothing more. He looked angelic; ironic then that he was built like a fuck machine.

She reached out and with the back of her hand gently caressed his cheek. It was soft and smooth to touch, warm under her hand. She watched his eyes closely...not a flicker. And those lashes, my god they were amazing....any girl would have given her right arm for lashes as thick and long as his. Beautiful. His lips were parted slightly as he breathed deeply, the waft of tequila again explaining his deep repose. Feeling somewhat emboldened by his complete lack of response Lisa ran a finger over those lips. They were soft and full. She wanted to kiss him but held back. I could pretend I was starting CPR she thought? Nah...that wouldn't fly.

Keeping half an eye on that angelic face her hand wandered to his chest. She deftly popped open the remaining button on his shirt and let it fall open to his sides. His mighty chest was fully exposed, shimmering palely in the moonlight. Lisa gasped unwittingly before covering her mouth. God he was even more amazing than she had anticipated from following him on the football field. His chest was chiselled and smooth. His little nipples were the very definition of pert and his stomach was taut and once again...smooth. Was there a treasure trail...maybe just the faintest of lines leading down to that tempting waistband??

With her hand extended and flat Lisa caressed his chest. Still no movement but he felt so good...sooo fuckin' good!! Gently but firmly....logical or not she somehow thought that a really light touch would be tickly and more likely to bring him around...she ran her hand across his chest and both nipples. She didn't pay them particular attention...as she would have loved to...but felt all of his magnificent torso beneath her palm. His stomach teased her gaze further south beyond his tiny snake hips. On the field, leaping for the ball, his physique was stunning; tall and lean and well muscled for sure, but he was also one of those lucky boys to have broad square shoulders over a deep chest which tapered to tiny little hips. And when you watched that horse like cock flopping around under those tiny shorts...you couldn't help but wonder how there was enough there to support it!!

She looked more closely at where the waistband of his tracksuit pants was pulled down. It was definitely pubes she could see peeping out; so not entirely hairless she thought. She felt her pussy twitch again as she drank in the sight of that pale skin and curly little pubes...skin that rarely saw the light of day...haha or moon she pondered. And then finally she allowed herself to take in the bulge of his cock. It lay to his left, lying across towards his hip where it had drooped as she pulled him over onto his back. I just want to....feel it under my hand, she thought to herself. It would just be quick. Even if he did stir...or actually wake up...she would say she was just...arranging his clothes which had become...caught up. That's right...easy.

Holding her breath she reached out with her right arm, her hand extended and palm flat. She could feel his body heat. In her light summery dress Lisa was actually a little chilly...god she would love nothing more than to be in the arms of this young god and soaking in his warmth and strength. She hesitated and then...her hand was on the bulge of his cock!!! Damn it was big. I mean she knew it would be big. What astonished her though was its...girth. It was so fat. God it felt good under her hand. Lisa realised she was still holding her breath and carefully exhaled...a long slow kind of hiss. Matt remained still. His face was calm and still, his breathing even. She knew she shouldn't but Lisa couldn't resist...she moved her hand ever so slightly. Her fingers gently grasped the thickness of his cock. She felt blood race to her pussy and knew she was already moist. The feeling of that piece of meat under her hand was so horny. And then...oh my god..his cock twitched. She snatched her hand back and looked at Matt's face. Nothing. Perhaps she'd imagined it? No...she was sure. His cock had twitched as if it was reacting to her touch. She reached out again, watching his face intently. With the tips of her fingers she traced the length of his cock....from base to its plump head...and then she held it again in her hand, her fingers ever so gently wrapped around. And this time there was absolutely no mistaking it...his cock was getting hard. It started to grow longer...and still fatter. Lisa could feel the blood pumping along his shaft. She was turned on and terrified in equal measure.

But with each new move she grew bolder as Matt showed no sight of coming to. His face was serenely calm. He lay on his back with his right arm outstretched where it had come to lie as she pulled him over. His legs were separated a little, the right one being slightly bent at the knee. Again Lisa took in his magnificent body. From head to toe he was perfect. His stunning masculine physique was only further enhanced by his boyish good looks and his satin smooth skin.

Lisa's hand, like a heat seeking missile, found its way back to Matt's cock. It had definitely grown since her touch and was now pushing against the waistband of his trackies. Her fingers again traced a lazy line from bast to tip and she could feel....and see his bulge extend still further. Constrained by the waistband it was pushing almost to his left hip. How is that even possible, she wondered. This time she caressed him quite firmly. She wanted to feel that meat under her hand. She could feel it throb and the heat of it emanated through his trackies. God it felt good. Lisa's pussy was engorged at the feeling of his cock...aching for this cock to be inside her, whilst she knew that was not going to happen. But maybe....something could happen??

Lisa really wanted to see his cock. She wanted to feel it skin to skin. She wanted to see how big it got to without the constraint of his pants to hold it back. With a glance again to his face Lisa knelt astride his right leg and lifted the waistband of his tracksuit pants. It was surprisingly loose and immediately Matt's growing erection sprang out and stood to attention against his taut tummy...reaching past his belly button. Lisa felt faint. The sight of his cock, huge and hard against his belly was almost too much to bear. What a fuckstick! This boy was truly blessed...as would be anyone fortunate enough to be on the receiving end of it.

Whether it was her own escalating horniness, or the fact that nothing seemed to bring Matt around from the depths of his tequila slumber, or perhaps a bit of both...but Lisa was feeling increasingly confident and a plan was forming in her sex driven brain. She wanted that cock somehow, and she wanted to own this young god, naked in her garden. She wanted him naked..or as close to that as she could get. She sat up on her haunches so she had more control and this time with both hands her fingers worked under the waistband and she lifted it clear of his cock. She was stunned...and even further turned on by the fact he was wearing no briefs or boxers. This was most unusual in her experience, of teenagers in particular. No wonder his big cock dangled so deliciously in his pants. She slid her fingers around so that they gripped the waistband at his hips, actually a little further back, and then, watching his face closely again she pulled hard...down. She knew that it would be a challenge to get the pants under his butt given he was lying down but it was not a night for the faint-hearted. She yanked and pulled in one sudden movement. There was a definite sound from Matt; a kind of soft grunt and his outstretched arm lifted slightly...almost as if to help her, but his eyes stayed closed and otherwise he didn't react. His hand hovered slightly in the air before dropping back to the ground.