Cumming Up Trumps part 2

Cooky could never resist Manning and agreed, he donned his pads and helmet picked up his bat and made his way towards the set of stumps at the end of the net. Manning took a number of steps back and began to charge in. She bowled three at half pace, purposely so that Cooky would think she had lost her abilities, then she ran in at full pelt. Pitching it half way down it reared up sharply and pinged Cooky right on the badge of his helmet knocking Cooky to the floor. “Hahaha” laughed Manning “told you I pinged Nasser Cobain on helmet only the other day now I’ve pinged you on helmet!” “That’s enough for today” Cooky called as he got up gingerly, “time for you to give me something special in return I think”. Manning knew exactly what he wanted. Cooky wasn’t gay but he enjoyed sucking Manning and had done so regularly before Manning went off to university, but what he really loved was Manning sliding into his tight anus.

They took a walk together round the back of the main Pavillion, the crowd were engrossed in the game. Essex were 75-0 off 13 chasing a mammoth 170 but a young Ravi Bopara was at crease and the crowd loved it when Ravi was going well. Cooky kissed Manning turned around and cooly whispered “into me like before”. Manning knew what he meant, she pulled her tracksuit bottoms down and slid out her massive cock. “Let me tell you a story about a Northern Irish bouncer I met once, he was cutting about a nightclub spouting off about his, ‘huge cock’.”
Cooky cut her off before Manning could continue, “Yeah, I know Alexei, he got his dick out, you got your dick out and yours was bigger.”
His exasperation grew at a story he’d heard a thousand times last summer. “Don’t forget the fat G I won off the back of it Cooky,” Manning persisted. “How could I?” Cook’s tone became sarcastic and Manning sensed the frustration in his voice. “Alright sweetheart, you’ll get your cock and balls soon enough.” “Hurry up then, we haven’t got all night,” Cooky hastened Manning towards him.