Sweet Anthology - Gwen (Patreon)

Turns out I was lying when I said the Mayumi story was as straightforward as it gets! But even if this installment is a pretty simple one on one pairing I think it represents the character pretty well and as such I'm happy with it. I hope you guys enjoy it too!

Oh and for those who might not be familiar here's a simple reference image for Gwen! 

After a seemingly interminable week of classes, studying, and being responsible the weekend had finally arrived and nobody was happier about it than Gwen Fox. She could finally relax and let her hair down a bit before the whole cycle repeated itself. College wasn't exactly difficult but it was definitely a whole lot more time consuming than she'd expected. Maybe that was her fault for trying to get her four year degree in two but even if she'd gone with a more normal curriculum things still would've been annoyingly hectic. The fact that Aurora, Sarah, and even Stacy were kept busy pretty much every day they had class proved that well enough. Of course that was all a moot point because for the time being she had two glorious days to spend however she saw fit. That freedom made her subsequent decision to return to campus all the more paradoxical. But so long as she didn't set foot in  a classroom, the library, or anywhere that required her to do any critical thinking she didn't count it. Because rather than coming back for any of those reasons she was there to shoot some hoops with a buddy and relax with a few one on one games of basketball. To her other friends, especially Sarah, playing sports during their free time would've been even worse than studying but to Gwen it was pretty much the best possible way to unwind.

The friend she was there to meet was the captain of the boy's basketball team and the only other player in the school that could in any way challenge her at a one on one match. Since she was the captain of the girl's basketball team it only made sense that she'd meet up with him to practice and discuss strategies since the coaches usually responsible for such things had long ago learned to let the two of them take charge in such matters. Although because of their respective skills and general competitiveness what'd started out as simple pick up games to play the sport they loved in a more laid back environment had turned into quite the rivalry. A friendly one but a rivalry all the same. Even the simple act of meeting up had become a competition with both of them striving to always be the first one there each Saturday. When they'd first started out Gwen and Anton had originally met up closer to noon but after a couple months of constant attempts at one upsmanship they were showing up closer to ten thirty or even ten o'clock in some instances. After arriving second twice in a row Gwen wasn't about to give him the hat trick so she'd elected to arrive at ten on the dot. When she stepped into a totally empty gym free of taunting laughter she couldn't help but grin.

Barely five seconds after she'd set her bag down and started stretching the doors she'd just walked through opened. Without even turning around Gwen said, “You're late LaFontaine!”

“Shiiit!” Came the predictable, deep voiced reply, “It doesn't matter, your ass is going down Fox!”

Scoffing at his bravado she turned to look at her friend with a cocky smile on her face. In just about every way one could conceive Anton LaFontaine was the picture perfect basketball star. The fact that he was dressed in loose fitting athletic shorts and a sleeveless shirt with name brand sneakers alone made him look like he walked straight out of a sports movie. Easily topping six and a half feet with a nicely broad and athletic build he was built like an African god and nobody was more of aware of that than him. Alongside a cocky attitude his broad, handsome features were rarely without a confident grin that by all rights should've swelled his shaved head until it was as round as the basketball he carried. Yet for all his braggadocio there was no denying he had the skills to back up his brashness. Most of the time. Just as there was no denying he didn't have all the advantages one could have in the game. His massive hands, long legs, and incredible reach afforded him a pretty solid advantage over just about everyone he played against. Unfortunately for him Gwen wasn't like most of his opponents and she was intimidated by his physique. If anything his towering height and undeniable skill only made it more gratifying when she beat him and her current winning streak was perhaps the most satisfying thing she'd accomplished in recent memory. Barring proper life accomplishments of course.

Anton set his bag down as well and started bouncing the basketball he'd brought with him against the floor, all while staring at Gwen in what he probably thought was an intimidating manner. In reality she knew full well he was eyeing her up. Most guys did when they saw her tight, athletic body in anything more revealing that a burlap sack. Dressed in ankle high socks and plain white sneakers alongside a pair of green shorts that just about covered her round, perky ass along with a plain white t shirt there was certainly plenty about her appearance to admire. Her long, often seemingly endless legs and their smoothly muscled contours, the way her already thick thighs blossomed outwards into a pair of even wider hips, how her waist quickly curved back inwards just enough to give her a nice pear shaped figure that her pert breasts backed up, and equally toned yet appealingly slender arms just to name a few examples. The way she'd tied up her vibrant orange hair into a ponytail that left only a single tuft of hair to fall across her forehead added to her unquestionably sporty style while her glittering emerald eyes and freckled face added to her unquestionably cute appearance. With a strong yet small nose and full lips never far from a smile all framed in a nicely angular face she was every bit as athletic as she was beautiful. A lot of the people who played against her only focused on the latter only to discover the former upon being thoroughly schooled. Little touches like the ribbon she'd used to tie her hair, the delicately arched shape of her eyebrows, and the faint smell of mango soap wafting about her person only solidified those qualities.

“We'll see about that.” She remarked, “Best of three?”

“You know it!”

Like they had so many times before Anton and Gwen played a one on one game of basketball like their lives depended on it. Although easily eight inches shorter than him she had speed and technique that he couldn't hope to match and the first game was hers with only a small amount of effort. But once he'd loosened up her opponent started proving why he was the undisputed king of basketball and she was beaten by a respectable margin. Their final, tie breaking game lasted more than three times longer than the first two with both of them pulling out every single trick they had to win. He was desperate to finally break her winning streak and start one of his own while she was impossibly eager to add another notch to her belt and further solidify her bragging rights. It made for the sort of skillful game one could only get when to genuinely adept and talented athletes squared off. The total lack of an audience was almost a shame as they played harder and more completely than many of their teammates fueled solely by the desire to beat one another for what amounted to nothing more than satisfying a rivalry neither of them even took seriously.

At least off the court because once on it they might as well have been mortal enemies. But as twenty minutes of uninterrupted basketball stretched into twenty one it was hard for them to not to realize that neither had many any significant progress toward winning. This came to a head when Gwen snatched the ball away from Anton and rather than blocking her he straightened. Instead of immediately capitalizing on that weakness she stopped dribbling and did the same. Both of them panted for a few seconds and looked at one another with slowly growing smiles. She could already tell what he was thinking before he even said. On the rare occasions they reached a stalemate and neither of them were willing to yield they always fell back on an old classic. One that hardly demonstrated their considerable abilities but was nonetheless a satisfying way to decide a winner. And best of all it evened out the playing field about as completely as it could possible be.

“Horse then?” He asked.

“You're on.” She nodded.

Starting off with a simple but not easily repeated one armed throw Gwen stepped back to watch him fail. To her surprise he managed to sink the shot and responded with a similar, albeit different enough to no be plagiarism toss. She easily matched him and they went back and forth in that manner for a little while before Anton finally got her with a slam dunk she couldn't quite match. Both amused and incensed that he'd gone to that well she played a slightly dirty trick of her own by throwing the ball granny style into the hoop. Her opponent made an admirable attempt to match it but whiffed so bad she spent a full minute teasing him about his ineptitude. Perhaps that was why he responded with a half court shot that she barely managed to pull off. Another stalemate stretched on between them but the second time around it was broken when she missed a shot she should've made in her sleep. Because instead of playing fair Anton had elected to start cheating and the first step towards that was casually lifting up his shirt to reveal his nicely muscled abdomen. The moment she glanced at his gorgeously muscled stomach her entire groove was thrown off and she missed hard. He did it under the guise of wiping his face but Gwen knew the real reason. Bur rather than calling him out she decided to beat him at his own game and make her victory that much sweeter.

When it came time for him to shoot she wordlessly turned her back to him and bent over to retie her shoes. But instead of kneeling down like any normal person she pushed her ass out towards him while keeping her legs perfectly straight. This sent much of her shorts sliding between her nicely rounded buttocks while also making the fabric hug her panties in a manner that couldn't help but draw in his eye. Although she didn't see him miss she certainly heard the utter lack of basketball hitting net and when she turned around he was shaking his head at her. Gwen offered a smirking shrug before jogging away to collect the ball. With the new meta of their game firmly established both participants took to this paradigm with a gusto previously matched only by their desire to win. Suddenly between every shot they were seductively stretching, groaning in a provocative manner, casually baring more and more amounts of skin, or otherwise doing anything they could to get an upper hand. Which meant that Gwen had an immediate advantage that her companion very clearly hadn't considered. That much was clear when he missed his second shot in a row after she copied his trick of wiping her face and revealing her midriff as a result. Only with the added bonus of showing off her sports bra too.

Despite fighting a losing battle Anton made an admirable effort to keep himself in the game and to his credit when he finally lost it was only by two letters. That was a lot closer than usual and there was no denying Gwen had fallen victim to his charms. But in the end it was no match for her raw, feminine sex appeal and when he missed that final shot it was like the end to every cliché sports movie ever. His shoulders slumped and he hung his head while Gwen loudly and obnoxiously cheered. Running around him with her arms raised repeatedly shouting her own name she did everything short of breaking out and air horn. Surprisingly he actually let her carry on like that for nearly thirty seconds before folding his arms and asking her to stop. Another thirty seconds of gloating and taunts followed before he told her to stop. Yet another thirty seconds passed before he finally stuck out his foot to trip her as she ran past him. Even though she managed to dodge his weak attempt to stop her she got the message all the same. Coming to a halt in front of him with a triumphant grin and a wild look in her eyes she panted for a couple of seconds while he stared with a childish pout.

“I win!” She unnecessarily announced, “Now drop those shorts LaFontaine!”

“Don't you think we should move off the court first?”

“Fine! But I want those shorts down!”

“Whatever you say.” He replied as he started walking to their favorite spot hidden next to and partially beneath the bleachers.

“What was that?”

“Whatever you say champ.”

“That's right bitch!”

Practically skipping like a cartoon character she followed him to a more secluded area and folded her arms. Rather than dropping his shorts entirely he simply pulled them down far enough to reveal his ten inch, perfectly thick cock and equally weighty balls to Gwen's sparkling eyes. Delighted to see him already fully erect she licked her lips and stepped towards him before he'd even finished baring his dick. Her hands closed around it and she started stroking without any hesitation. Soon after she was pressing her chest against his and smiling up at him with the same gloating look. Although it had a slightly more lascivious bent. His scowl softened considerably as she rubbed and fondled his prick for a little while, it was hard to stay grumpy when a beautiful woman was slowly jerking him off. Although it was a lot easier to maintain that sort of reaction when she began to taunt him in her characteristically sweet yet infuriating manner.

“I always forget how much losing turns you on!” She cooed, “It's no wonder you've been doing it so much.”

“Shut up.” He replied, “I'm hard because I know what happens after the game.”

“Is that right?”

“Of course.”

“Whatever you say . . . loser.”

“Ugh.”

“Take off your shirt! Your champion commands you!”

Rolling his eyes Anton did was she asked and removed his shirt. But rather than being ordered to kneel and 'serve her' like he had been in the past it was Gwen who knelt down. His surprise lasted for all of a second before she slid the head of his cock into her mouth and started sliding forward at a tantalizing pace. A long moan slipped out of him as she gradually enveloped more and more of his prick, all without slowing at all despite his considerable size. Around the half way point she stopped but not to catch her breath or pull back. Rather it was to stare up at him with a flushed smile and offer a noisy slurp for his enjoyment. When his eyebrows shot up and his face cracked into a smile she let out a wet giggle. When his dick throbbed madly inside her throat she continued pushing forward with her hands pressed against his waist. In what seemed like no time at all she'd swallowed up the entire length of his shaft like it was nothing and she started sliding back without any trouble at all. Spit and precum bubbled from her mouth and down her chin in a rather messy display but it was the look in her eyes that really betrayed how horny she was as she sucked him off. It was that look that pulled in his focus and kept him from remarking on the unexpected but absolutely welcome turn of events. For about a minute or so and then he couldn't help himself.

“I thought the loser was supposed to go down on the winner . . .” Anton groaned.

Slowing pulling herself off his cock with a wet pop Gwen smiled, “No,” She said as spit dripped down her cheeks and she stroked his member with one hand, “The winner just gets to pick what they want and you always choose a blowjob!”

He laughed as she slid his dick back into her mouth without any trouble at all, the warm confines of her throat feeling as incredible as ever, “I can't imagine why!”

Smiling around his prick she resumed bobbing up and down his length as though there hadn't been any interruption at all. With one hand holding the base and stroking it as she pulled back while the other lightly cupped and played with his balls there was no denying who'd one and who was in charge. In many ways Anton was little more than her plaything, a way for her to satisfy her own desires while he simply stood there enjoying her talents. And he certainly wasn't complaining about that turn of events, how could he? Looking down and seeing Gwen's blushing face as she casually slid back and forth along his dick was nothing short of incredible. The way she pushed forward and let out a long, wet gurgle as he filled up her throat only to pull away and fill the air with an even louder squelch as spit trailed off his newly revealed shaft never got old. Especially as she subtly increased the speed of her movements as time went on and her own arousal continued to climb. But it was the knowledge that he could and was indeed encouraged to blow his load right into her mouth when the time came that really left Anton with a smile on his face. Most girls didn't like sucking him off because of how big he was and of the rare few that did Gwen was pretty much the only one not only happy but often eager to swallow his cum when the time came.

So when his hands inevitably jumped to her head and his fingers started to tangle themselves in her hair Gwen responded with a noticeable increase in her movements. Letting the kind of wet, sloppy noise usually reserved for over acting pornstars she sucked his cock with every ounce of enthusiasm and skill she could muster. Which proved to be quite a lot more than Anton could handle as he practically tried to pull away from her frenzied oral attack. Between the intense pressure of her lips and throat around his dick and the enormous pleasure of her tongue constantly swirling around it at the same time it was incredible he didn't blow his wad the moment she started. Add to that the almost reverent went she fondled his balls and you had a recipe that could make even a man with incredible fortitude lose his nerve. But since he didn't have that sort of endurance she rather quickly sucked out what little he did posses and in short order he was a panting, groaning mess. By the time his cock was swelling and his sack was readying itself for a gooey discharge he was hunched over Gwen and panting harder than he had during any of their games. His hands gripped her head as tightly as he could without hurting her and he basked in the unbridled wetness of her blowjob for as long as his senses could function.

But it wasn't long before the building pressure within him reached it's boiling point and once it did there was no way he could hold back a moment later. Uttering a protracted groan Anton gritted his teeth and moaned loud enough to fill the entire gym. Gwen immediately slid the entirety of his cock into her mouth and held herself there while it throbbed madly in her gullet. Although she couldn't really feel the cum he was dumping inside her knowing it was being pumped into her belly in thick, messy loads with every twitch of his shaft was beyond arousing. Feeling every little pulse of his muscles, both in his cock and in his balls, sent shivered down her spine. Even when tears started to form in the corners of her eyes thanks to her dormant but not fully eradicated gag reflex she ignored them in favor of continuing to be the sock into which he drained his sack. It wasn't long before a warm yet lewd feeling started to fill her empty stomach and the knowledge that it was caused by Anton's jizz only made her pleasure that much more potent. She didn't even realize how loudly she was slurping and gagging around his fat dick, her mind was just too focused on the myriad of sensations within her own body.

Towards the end of his climax she slowly started to pull back. While it might have seemed like his hands would prevent her from doing so in truth they were latched onto her head more for support than in any effort to control her. She had no trouble at all slowly retreating off his dick while the last dregs of his spunk oozed from the head. Though she meant to time it in such a way that he'd finish his orgasm by coating her mouth and tongue with spunk her timing was just a bit off and what she ended up with wasn't nearly as copious as she'd have liked. It was a small price to pay for what she'd enjoyed though and Gwen continued to suck on the head of his prick for quite a while after he actually finished cumming. Partly because she just enjoyed it and partly because she knew he had at least one more orgasm in him if she played her cards right. That much was clear in the way his dick remained appreciably hard even after the impressive amount of jizz he'd sprayed into her stomach. While not quite as erect as it'd been when she first started there was no denying he had more than enough left in the tank to give her a proper fucking. Which was good because as the winner that's what she wanted and he didn't have any other choice but to give it to her.

Anton barely even felt Gwen's lips vanish from his cock. He was much too busy leaning back against the wall with his eyes half closed and a satisfied smile on his face. He probably would've sank to the floor soon after had it not been for the knowledge that she was still very much in charge. Which meant that she wasn't gonna let him off the hook with one orgasm. Sure enough when he opened his eyes to look at her she was standing before him with her shorts around her ankles and a sultry smile on her face. The off white panties hugging her waist were thoroughly soaked through and he could practically see every slightest contour of her puffy slit. Yet even with that fact when she pulled aside her underwear to actually reveal her pussy to him his eyes still widened in delight. Between the curly tuft of orange hair above her sex and the nicely plump shape of her outer folds there was a lot to like about what he was seeing. But as her lips gradually peeled apart to reveal the gooey pink flesh between them it was all he could do not to visibly pant. No longer tired from his recent orgasm Anton pushed himself off the wall and approached her with a confident stride, his cock bouncing merrily with every step.

In response Gwen cheekily moved away from him, her shorts falling by the wayside as a little giggle slipped out of her mouth. Only when she couldn't retreat any further and her back was pressed against the wall did she stop. That was coincidentally around the same time he reached her. Biting her lip and smiling at him she lifted her right leg off the ground and without a word he slid his head beneath her knee. But rather than simply holding it there he continued to push her upwards until her ankle was nearly parallel to his head. Letting her calf rest against his broad chest he stepped in close and pushed the head of his cock against her pussy. Gwen moaned in delight and started rubbing her swollen clit in preparation. Anton slowly pushed his entire length inside her in a single thrust and while he wasn't nearly as rough as she expected the movement still betrayed just how horny he was. As if the sheer rigidity of his dick hadn't already brought that across. Once he was comfortably balls deep within her he slid his feet a little further apart while she did the same, albeit with only one foot, before putting a hand on her waist. The other grabbed her ankle and between the firmness of his hold and the look in his eyes she knew he wasn't gonna hold back anything.

Sure enough when his cock withdrew for the first time it did so at a pace that left her quivering and breathless almost immediately. The feeling of his length scraping against her inner walls as it retreated was matched only by the feeling of it's powerful return when he thrusted forward even harder. A wet smack echoed through gym alongside her soft but emphatic moan and it'd barely left her lips before another one was arriving. Because if nothing else Anton knew exactly what Gwen wanted after a nice, sweaty round of basketball and a nice blowjob. She wasn't interested in any foreplay, she didn't give a damn about buildup, and she had zero interest in taking things at a leisurely pace. All she wanted was a good hard dicking and that was something he didn't have any qualms at all with giving her. In less than a minute he was pumping back and forth with nearly all of his strength, each impact making her whole body jump while pussy juice leaked out of her in a constant stream. When she lifted up both her shirt and her sports bra to bare her freckle covered and enormously perky breasts to his hungry stare he knew without a doubt he was on the right track. The way her bright pink and beautifully puffy nipples bounced along with the rest of her tits made an already fantastic visual spectacle utterly amazing.

Grabbing his broad shoulders with one hand Gwen ran the other across his muscular chest, her pussy noticeably tightening as she felt his pecs and abs. Though she liked to think of herself as a woman who didn't care about what someone looked like there was no pretending she didn't gush for a strong, well built man. If he had a nice cock and a handsome face as well then there was pretty much nothing that could turn her on faster. Possessing all of those traits alongside a rather impressive basketball talent put Anton at the top of her list with a bullet and never was that more apparent than right after he started fucking her. While other men could definitely make her squirm just as much and moan just as loudly few could do so with such ease. Within a couple minutes she was dragging her nails across his skin and passionately calling out his name in a manner that made his ears ring and his chest burn. He responded by fucking her a little harder and a little faster and she could only smile as his dick slammed into her like a piston. At some point her hand returned to her clit as the strength to continue feeling and scratching his muscles failed her but that only made her growing lack of control worse. Although you wouldn't hear either of them complaining about it.

A bolt of pleasure lanced through their bodies the moment her finger returned to that sensitive button, hers considerably more potent than his but the effect resulting in the same amount of bliss for both of them all the same. Her pussy continued to tighten and quiver around his cock with the newfound clitoral stimulation adding more than he could ever hope for through simple penetration. And the faster she moved across her clit the more eagerly he thrusted into her pussy which only ensured that she rubbed herself as quickly and emphatically as humanly possible. In short order the two of them were doing everything in their power to hasten their impending climax with Gwen furiously working her clitoris while Anton absolutely pounded her cunt. Waves of pleasure cascaded through her body and filled her senses, each thrust of his cock sending them to the very tips of her extremities while every slightest movement across the crest of her sex primed her body for another surge. By accident or some primal instinct he started timing his movements in a way that led to the perfect ebb and flow of ecstasy to batter her already waning consciousness. Any time she might have drawn a proper breath she was wracked with toe curling pleasure and any time she might have released that breath her body reflexively tried to inhale.

That resulting inability to breath was almost perfectly suited to sending her right over the edge into a nice, wet orgasm. Juices seeped out of her pussy as her hand was a blur across her clit. She cried out his name one last time while throwing her head back and staring blankly at the ceiling. The walls of her cunt tightened like mad around his constantly thrusting dick as every inch of her body quivered at the same time. Unable to do anything else Anton continued pumping in and out during the length of her orgasm, the intoxicating sight of her quivering body all but demanding it. Although the actual feel of her as she came all over his dick and moaned like a cheap whore definitely made a compelling case as well. For almost thirty uninterrupted seconds she was a mass of quivering flesh and unbridled ecstasy barely held together by unresponsive muscles. Gwen barely even felt the actual thrusts that'd pushed her so rapidly down the rabbit hole. All her mind could really focus on was the crashing waves descending upon her so quickly she couldn't even react to one before another had arrived. The fact that he remained so consistent in his movements throughout definitely helped prolong and heighten her experience but she couldn't begin to appreciate that in the heat of the moment. Not when she was little more than a drooling vegetable fit only to be stuffed with cock.

Not even the gradual descent down from her momentary lapse in sanity did much to alleviate the wild contractions of her pussy or the madcap quivering of the rest of her body. It certainly lessened the flow of creamy fluids that'd been oozing from her slit but that was the only change. Due in no small part to the unapologetically fast and incredibly hard thrusts of Anton's lovely cock as he neared his own climax. Her hand continued to rub her clit and while much of the fervor that'd characterized her earlier movements was gone she nonetheless managed to keep the pleasure going for much, much longer that it might have otherwise gone. Her glazed, half closed eyes eventually returned to look at him and while she didn't really process much seeing his face and body as he fucked her did add a nice little visual treat to an already lovely scenario. She probably could've stared blankly at him for the remainder of their tryst without any qualms at all. Doing such a thing required no effort at all and she was still basking in the aftershocks of her own release to do any conscious thinking. There was no telling how long that might've gone on for. Minutes or maybe even hours if he could stay as committed to slamming into her pussy as he currently was. In the end it wasn't until he announced his own orgasm that she managed to scrape together enough of her brain to be considered a functional human being by any standards.

“I'm gonna cum!” He grunted.

“P-pull out!” Gwen moaned as Anton slammed into her quivering pussy with an impressive amount of force.

“What?” He groaned, barely able to hear her.

“Pull out!”

Barely able to process what she was saying Anton did as he was told at the last possible second. His cock emerged from her creamy slit right as the first ropey strands of cum were being unleashed. Gwen moaned as she felt his jizz splash across her naked pussy and she continued to moan as he aimed his subsequent loads at her stomach and tits. When he pressed his dick against her in a manner that kept the shaft snug against her cunt while he continued she couldn't help but smile. Even when half lucid and unable to control himself he knew how to make her squirm. The feeling of his shaft throbbing against her pussy was a wonderful pairing with the equally enjoyable sensation of his spunk streaking across her skin. Every new twitch sent another load across her belly with more than a few of them managing to reach her breasts. In just a few seconds his spunk was dripping from her pert nipples like icing while the rest of it slowly oozed down her tummy in a way that was both maddening and intensely pleasurable. Towards the end of his climax her hand closed around his shaft to coax every last drop she could out of him, her fingers shaking and her movements erratic but the effect proving undiminished in spite of that. By the time he was done emptying his not insubstantial balls all over her pale, quivering body Gwen was good and soaked with his cum. It was a sensation she knew all too well and one she enjoyed tremendously. A lot more than a creampie since it carried no risk of pregnancy and the clean up was both easy and fun.

“Holy shit . . .” Anton panted. His posture subtly relaxed as he sucked in long, shaky breaths and leaned hard against the wall behind Gwen, “Holy shit that felt good . . .”

“You say that every time.” She teased, “I'm starting to see why you're always struggling with your English essays . . .”

“Fuck off . . .” He laughed.

She giggled at his words and continued to stroke his cock for a couple more seconds. But as it slowly started to wild she knew he wasn't up for another go. Which considering the cum stained state of her panties was probably a good thing. That didn't stop her from keeping one hand on his dick until he decided to pull away. With the other one free she elected to run her fingers through some of the jizz sliding down her stomach and bring it to her lips. It was an act done solely out of a selfish desire to taste him before she wiped it all away with a towel. In a perfect world she might've had enough time between him pulling and him climaxing to drop to her knees and wrap her lips around his dick. But sadly such a thing wasn't in the cards that day. She'd have to remember to bring that up the next time they got together. As long as she won the game she could have pretty much anything she wanted and Anton might've been a sore loser but he wasn't one to renege on an agreement. Especially when it involved getting his dick sucked!

Twice more she scooped up a few morsels of his cum before he finally recovered enough to pull away and let her stand of her own volition. Thankfully his recuperation had taken long enough for her own body to spring back and when both feet returned to the ground she was able to stand without too much issue. They grinned at one another for a couple of seconds, both enjoying the sight of the other before they returned to a more presentable appearance. He admired the sight of her bare tits glazed with his semen and her similarly jizz soaked belly alongside the sight of her panties still tugged to the side to reveal her orange tuft of hair and plump pussy lips. She admired the sight of his shirtless musculature glistening with sweat and the still rather impressive size of his cock as it sat lightly twitching along with his balls atop the waist band of his exercise shorts. Once they'd finished ogling one another they set about cleaning themselves up. Anton had a considerably easier time of it but even with all the extra effort Gwen still managed to wipe herself down and pull her shorts back on without much hassle.

In a minute or two they were back to how they'd appeared upon first arriving, albeit with knowing grins spread across their faces and an unmistakable flush in their cheeks, “Same time next week?” She asked him.

“Definitely.” He responded. “Next time you're not winning!”

“How many times have I heard that before?”

“Well it's true this time!”

“And the greatest hits just keep going!” Gwen teased.

The two of them started walking out of the gym with Anton vehemently insisting he wasn't going to lose the next, “Just wait and see girl, I'm gonna destroy you next time!”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Then why wait until next Saturday?”

“What?”

“Why wait?” She set her bag down and turned to him with her arms folded and a cocky smile, “Let's have another game right now!”

“Don't you wanna shower?”

“That can wait. Especially if you're just looking for a way out of the hole you dug for yourself . . .”

“Hell no!” Anton exclaimed. He dropped his own bag with a thud and said, “Let's do this Fox!”

“You're on LaFontaine!”

The two of them returned to the court without a second thought and as Anton started dribbling the basketball he asked, “When I win I'm gonna fuck that tight little ass of yours until they have to carry you out of here on a stretcher!”

“When I win you're gonna have to get a seeing eye dog after you go permanently cross eyed!”

Momentarily thrown by her response Anton hesitated for a split second and Gwen promptly snatched the ball from him. She dribbled it down the court and sank an easy three pointer, “And it's already started. Last chance to give up and spare your eyesight LaFontaine!”

“Not on your life Fox!”

Gwen laughed and tossed the ball back to him, “Then you'd better get your ass into gear!”