What goes on tour stays on tour (M/F) - Pt. I | 2016

It was 1993 and I was in my final year at University. The Rugby club I was playing for was going on an end of season tour to New Zealand playing a handful of games over 18 days. No trophies at stake just an end of season jaunt to see out a memorable season.
We were scheduled to play, if I remember correctly, two games on the North Island and three on the South - Wellington , Auckland, Christchurch, Dunedin and Invercargill. It was spring and although cold, none of the first four games were particularly brutal affairs. Our season was ending and so was that of our hosts so no one was out to prove a point as our own domestic seasons had wound down. These were very much friendlies. This of course meant that there was a great deal of fraternisation between the teams and the fact that we had a few Kiwis in our ranks didn't hurt at all either from the perspective of a warm local embrace. The fifth game was, however, brutal.

Invercargill is the southernmost city in New Zealand and the next land mass south is Antarctica. The upshot of this is that the wind that frequently whistles from the south comes straight from the south pole. Let me tell you, it's fucking cold. Our game, the last of the tour, kicked off at 3.15pm in driving sleet (which was falling sideways), in the dark under lights. It was so miserable that, due to the weather, you couldn't see from one touch line to the other and could only see the opposition try line from their side of half-way. The wind made catching the ball all but impossible and judging a kick virtually impossible. This was a game to be ground out in the forwards which relegated the outside backs to human statues in the icy conditions. Like I said, brutal.

After the game there was a party at the club house and the process of thawing out could begin.

As brutal as the playing conditions were the hospitality was warm and the beer flowed freely, there was a hangi and there was plenty of food being passed around by the club organisers and the supporters were out in good numbers. Between our touring party of 26, our opponents and their supporters and club organisers there would have been easily 250 to 300 people at the post game celebrations.

As the evening wore on the crowd thinned out a little and about half past nine or so a group of about 50 of us decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to see what the nightlife of Invercargill offered. So off we set into the night to find a pub or club to party at. And find one we did. there was an Irish band playing at a pub and the place was absolutely heaving. It wasn't huge but it looked like there were people hanging from the rafters and the vibe was just one big party. We decided to add our fifty strong contingent to that party and things really started to take off.

We were all buzzed from the hangi and refreshments post match and being out in a large group all dressed in our touring shirts and those of our hosts who accompanied us dressed in their club colours we were quite the focus of attention when we arrived particularly among the ladies.

Rugby Union is a religion in New Zealand among other places but because just about every male able to walk plays the game rugby boys are a dime a dozen over there and don't command any sort of special attention. Rugby Boys from overseas even if its only Australia on the other hand provide that novelty value which does differentiate them from the local meat on the hoof. So this, we were to discover, was our competitive advantage in the marketplace.

The motel at which the team was staying was not far from the centre of town and the bus was leaving for Christchurch at 11.00 the next day. Christchurch was the nearest international airport and we were due to depart at 8.00am the morning after our arrival in Christchurch.

At the motel we were two to a room. As with any touring team an understanding is reached about privacy when entertaining members of the opposite sex. A sock on the doorknob, a plant in the doorway, the doormat turned upside down - these sorts of things. These sorts of things are, of course routinely ignored and frequently the trigger for unheralded intrusions into those tender moments between two people. Such is the nature of things on tour.

As the evening wore on the pack that was the Rugby crowd started to drift away some with company others without.

I had been entertained by and was myself entertaining Lisa who was also a foreigner in Invercargill. Lisa was an English girl of 19 who was having a gap year backpacking around the antipodes and happened to find herself in the pub that evening. She was about 5'4", curvy with peroxide blonde (almost white) hair, a fake tan and sported a 34D rack on her short frame. She was no beauty but neither was she unattractive and she had a delightful North London (Norf Landun) accent.

She was drinking cider by the pint and enjoying the rebel songs the band were playing. During the course of the evening I started to dance around and sing with her to the songs the band were playing and as we drank we got progressively more handsy with each other.

At some point towards the end of the evening Lisa decided she would "snog" me and proceeded to ram her tongue down my throat whilst grinding herself on my leg near the cigarette machine. Not one to look a gift hose in the mouth I snogged her back and copped a fairly extensive feel in the corner of the pub.

Shortly after 10 we decided we should take the show elsewhere and left. When we got outside the cold air immediately sobered us up and we started to take stock of our options to continue the night's activities. We decided her hostel was not an option as they didn't allow guests to entertain visitors in their rooms. That left the lottery of my motel room. I was sharing with Dick, my second row partner. Dick was a bit older than me at the time, maybe 25, and a veteran of touring teams. He very much lived by the credo "what goes on tour stays on tour"

We stumbled back to the team motel to find that my room was unoccupied - win! So I showed Lisa in, turned the welcome mat over and locked the door.

In the 45 seconds it took me to accomplish that feat Lisa had not been idle. As I rounded the corner of the entry way there she was on the nearest of the twin beds stark naked. No words were needed. I immediately shed what clothes I was wearing and made for the bed starting at Lisa's ankles I began to kiss my way up her legs towards her bald pussy. She started out giggling but before too long she was breathing and sighing heavily as I went to work on the folds of her tight little innie pussy with my tongue poking at the hole and dragging the tip of my tongue up the slit until it hit her little button clit. I did this two or three times before she grabbed the back of my head and mashed my face into her now wet and hot twat. Seconds later her hips began to busk as her thighs clamped about my ears and she began to writhe and moan under my eager mouth.

She released her death grip on my head and I kissed my way up her belly and to her tits biting and licking my way from one coral pink puffy nipple to the other and then up to her neck and finally her mouth. I kissed her hard and deep knowing she would be able to taste her juices on my face and mouth which only seemed to heighten her level of appreciation for what I was doing.

As I kissed her and she moaned into my mouth I positioned the head off my now very painfully erect cock at the entrance of her steaming pussy and teased her by dipping the head slightly into the entrance to her pussy but then sliding it up her lips to her clit and back again to position itself at the entrance. She broke off the kiss and grabbed my ass and puled me forward to enter her. She was tight! So very tight. But she was also very wet and hot as fuck. So her hot tight cunt gave way to my cock and we started to fuck slowly at first but then more quickly.

I lasted only a few minutes before I could feel my balls tighten and the cum start to rise. "where do you want it?" I asked her conscious that in our excitement we had gone without a condom. She pushed me off her and moved around to take my cock in her mouth. She pumped the shaft of my cock vigorously with her little hand and took the head in her mouth and sucked for all she was worth as I came in her mouth. I'd love to say she took it all and swallowed without missing a beat but that wasn't the case. She must have choked on the first shot of cum into her throat and she coughed. A great glob of cum spurted from her nose and she started to cough in earnest as the rest of the eruption covered her face and tits. If she hadn't been so distressed at choking on my cum it would have been funny and in retrospect it is. At the time the poor girl got quite distressed and ran to the bathroom to clean up and no doubt avoid chucking up on the bed.

Being the nice guy I am I followed her in and helped her clean up taking the opportunity to smear my cum on her tits a little as I wiped it off. I suggested that perhaps it would be a good idea if she had a shower and turned the shower on.

As steam filled the bathroom I hopped in the shower with her and stroked her hair and ran my hand s over her cute curvy body. It really was quite a tender scene. I mentioned to her how hot it was to play with the cum on her tits and she turned and kissed me and told me how she loved tasting her juices on my lips and our combined taste on my cock right up to the point that she choked. We laughed.

We hopped out of the shower and towelled off. We were both warm and clean and dived back into bed. There's not much that beats sliding between the sheets with a freshly showered and warm woman who wants to fuck you.

We kissed and cuddled a little before we fell asleep. During the night I woke and we were spooning. As I came to consciousness I realised my situation and my cock sprang immediately to life so I decided to wake Lisa by fucking her from behind. I positioned myself so that I could work my cock in between her pussy lips, found the entrance to her pussy and started to gently and slowly work the head of my cock into her cunt wiht a handful of ass and stroking her back I was 1/3 the way in by the time she woke up and realised what was going on. She started to push back and we fucked like this for a few minutes before she came and clamped her pussy muscles down on my cock. I love the way that feels to this day. There's not much that beats a lovely tight pussy clamping onto your cock as its owner cums hard. With the flood of juices I was able to go harder and faster and before too long I was ready to cum myself. At the last I pulled out and pressed the head of my quivering cock up against her little asshole and came on her wrinkled little freckle and up onto her ass cheeks.

"I'm going to have to have another shower now you know" she said as she got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom.

As soon as she was out of the room a voice from behind me said "I know what you've been doing you dirty fucker" I spun around to find Dick lying in his bed propped up on one elbow looking at me with a shit eating grin on his face. As my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting I noticed that the covers were moving around his waist region and began to go to tell him to stop beating off when up popped this mane of red hair. Dick had dragged himself a redhead home for the night.

Lisa appeared moments later. She had wrapped herself in a towel obviously having heard talking in the room. She eyed me and Dick and Laura (Dick's friend) off momentarily before shedding the towel and sliding back in between the sheets with me. The clock on the bedside said it was 2.30. The adventures for the night were about to start in earnest but that is another story.