Roller Sex

Roller Sex

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I wanted to show the hot new skater on our roller derby squad who was boss.

Or maybe I just wanted her. Or both.

Mina was a taut and muscular redhead, but she was so nimble on the track she made skating look like ballet. Not that she wasn’t an aggressive blocker or a brutal jammer. She was the star of our team and performed both those roles admirably. I had to give it to her.

But I also wanted to give her my tongue in her pussy and a finger up her tight asshole. I wanted to maul her perky tits and ride her sassy mouth until I was pouring my juice all over her face.

Roller derby isn’t for the timid. Our ragtag group of college girls took a lot of pride in the sport. I’d been doing it for two seasons while I juggled a full load of classes at the university, and I’d emerged as one of the best players. But Mina, with her spiky red hair and impish leer, seemed to take pleasure in showing me up at practice.

We skated on a flat track, in one of the big gymnasium buildings on campus. One day at practice I was determined to keep up with Mina, to outperform her in fact. We all hit the track in our skating gear, including knee pads and elbow pads. We wore snug sports pants and jerseys—except for Mina. Instead of pants, she was wearing bikini bottoms that gripped her tight butt so close I could plainly see the sweet crack of her ass outlined against the fabric.

I was in great physical condition, without an ounce of fat on my toned body. I skated like I’d been born to it, able to maneuver and hit the track’s curves at high speed.

Practice meant repetition, just running through all the moves over and over again. Round and round that track. Mina kept hopping out directly ahead of me.

Every time she was in front of me, she waggled that backside, teasing and taunting me. Some of the other girls on the squad seemed aware of it, too. They snickered. I got more and more pissed off, even though the sight of that taut behind also made my mouth water.

Mina looked back and wagged her tongue at me. I put on a burst of speed and caught up. I knocked into her, but she kept her balance and bumped me back. We did that all the way around the track, stopping just short of fisticuffs.

Finally, the practice session ended, and the other women left for the showers and whatever else they had to do that day. I didn’t have any more classes. My blood was still up. I’d figured on following Mina into the showers and doing...well, I wasn’t quite sure what. I liked looking at her when she was soapy and wet. I had some vague fantasy about wrestling her down onto the shower tiles and climbing naked on top of her.

But she stayed on the track, so I did, too. Now it was just the two of us. The sounds of our skates were ghostly in the empty building. I figured we would resume our roughhousing play, which was actually good practice.

Mina jumped out ahead of me yet again, and I was staring at that ripe little butt of hers. She turned her head and gave me a devilish grin. Then she tugged on the side tie of her bikini bottoms, and suddenly the little pennant of cotton was flapping behind her.

Instinctively, I grabbed it in midair. My eyes bugged. Bare-assed, she skated on. As she went into the turn, she lifted her muscled arms and peeled the jersey off herself. Her firm tits bounced lusciously as she came around the curve.

Fiery heart-racing desire tore through me. I couldn’t believe how hot that little bitch looked in nothing but skates and protective gear. Her ass flexed, her limbs moved like oiled machine parts. My pussy flowed with needy dampness. I raised her bikini bottoms to my face and inhaled her scent deeply. Mina grinned at that and put her hands on her tits, squeezing the pert flesh, tweaking her own nipples.

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