Hot and Sexy Jammer Action

Jammer x Jammer: A roller derby escapade

It all started when the other team's jammer, Kelly (to protect her identity), faced off against me in the second jam of the bout. We lined up at the jammer line, or the starting line for the point scorers in roller derby, and bumped fists as a greeting. I watched her jump even as I did; something about that contact sent a spark up my spine. She glanced at me, and there was a glint in her eye. I turned and focused on the pack in front of me, trying to line up where my blockers would be able to create a hole I could skate through and receive "lead jammer" status before Kelly could do the same. Muscles tightened, heart rates rose, and everyone moved at once when the whistle blew to start the jam. I hit the opposing team's blockers, bouncing back and seeing a hole open up between the two sets of blockers. I dashed forward, squeezing through just ahead of Kelly. I could feel her right on my heels as we sped off, trying to make it around the track and back to the pack to score our points before calling off the jam. We passed turn one, neck-in-neck, and as we left turn two, she pulled level with me.

I grinned as I angled my body to try and bump her out of bounds or get her to fall. This was what I lived for; neck-in-neck racing, seeing who had more skill on roller skates, and who could make it out in front before the other. Kelly saw me coming and angled toward me. We bumped shoulders, separated, and went in again. This time, instead of slamming into her, I stopped short and watched her shoot past me. "Alley-oop." I mouthed as I skated ahead, passed all four of Kelly's blockers and tapped my hips, calling off the jam.

"Nice move!" Kelly called as she skated past my bench. "I'll get you next time!"

I smiled and waved, watching as she skated away. It was hard to tell with the skates, but I think she was about my height. She had shoulder length brown hair, a medium build, not stick thin but certainly not a large girl. The way her Derby Kiss's hugged her hips and ass drew my attention. It was strange, I thought, I've never been an ass girl, but here I was, admiring hers.

I sat back, watching the next two jams where my team managed to get lead, but didn't score many points. I shifted seats each time, finally reaching out and grabbing the helmet cover with the star, signaling I was jamming. I skated out and found myself in line with Kelly again.

"We meet again," she said, grinning; her mouthguard was purple. It contrasted with her hazel eyes. There was a look in her eye.

Did I just see a twinkle? I thought. Uh-oh. The whistle blew, and I jumped forward. I hit the blocking wall and bounced, bounced again, and got stuffed. "Little HELP!" I yelled, looking to my pivot, who was lining up to hit Kelly. They looked back, checked that the other blockers were lined up with Kelly, shifted their wheels, and slammed sideways into the wall of blockers I was stuck against. There was a double whistle. She'd managed to juke her way past my team's wall. Shit. I lateraled to the right, jumped forward and skated out of the pack second. I sprinted ahead, trying to catch up with Kelly, who was already rounding turn 2. She made the loop, passed 3 of my blockers and called off the jam as I passed the first of her blockers. What was that twinkle, I thought to myself as I vowed to get her the next time. Did I imagine it?

A few jams later, I was put in as a blocker. My coach told me to hold the jammer and prevent the other team from scoring any points. I lined up, waiting for the whistle to blow, and found myself facing Kelly as the opposing jammer. She looked vaguely disappointed.

"Guess I don't get to race you this time." She said as she shifted to the side.

"Nope," I replied, "now you get to try and get past me."

The whistle blew, our formation shifted with Kelly's lateral movement and she slammed into me. I felt her hand press against my stomach and slide up to just beneath my breasts. My breath caught, feeling her fingers brushing the edge of my sports bra and the curve of one of my tits. What the fuck? I thought. Did my fucking nipple just harden? My heart started beating faster as she tried to move past me, feeling her body press against mine. I looked her in the face, which wasn't hard because of how close she was to me. She grinned and then winked. Her hand slid up, quick as lightning, and cupped my breast just before I was wrecked by one of her blockers, knocking me out of position so Kelly could move forward.

Oh no you don't, I thought as I spun off the blocker and got in front of Kelly again. I caught her with my chest, and I felt our breasts smash together. I heard the air whoosh out of her and she looked up into my face as she leaned against me, trying to push me backward. "Leaving you breathless, am I?" I taunted as she struggled. She blushed. She actually blushed. It was a pretty red streak that started on her neck and flew up to her cheekbones. I found myself excited that I could fluster her so badly.

Off to my right, there was a double whistle signifying my jammer had gotten through the pack and received lead status.

"Shit." Kelly said, and again tried to maneuver her way around me. As she leaned into me, I could smell her shampoo, a tang of sweat, and deodorant. There was also a hint of flowers and something more earthy, and I was surprised to find it aroused me. I felt heat between my legs, and I was momentarily distracted. She glanced up at me, mouthed "Nice tits" and slid under my outstretched arm and got past me. I was frozen for a second, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Did she really just tell me she liked my boobs right in the middle of a jam? I felt my face turn red. Luckily, two things happened immediately after I felt my face turn crimson; Four whistles called off the jam, and I was able to play off the flush as being annoyed the jammer had gotten past me.

What the hell was wrong with me? I wondered as I sat on the bench waiting for my turn to go out again. I glanced over at the other team's bench, and saw her looking at me. She gave me a peace sign. I laughed, and gave her a peace sign back. Then, while my fingers were up in the "V" position, I took my other hand, made a second peace sign, inverted it, and then rubbed the two "Vs" together. It looked like the symbol we used to use to joke about "girls scissoring each other."

I don't know why I did it. I couldn't even begin to explain. But the look on her face and the blush that rose up her whole face made the action completely worth it. She was more flustered than me now; way more flustered. I smiled and leaned back. Now we'll see how things go with the rest of the game.

The next time I was put out to jam, I found Kelly as a blocker. She smiled and lined up directly in front of me. The whistle blew, and she caught me with her chest. This in itself was impressive; I usually don't get caught with this. Maybe I should have seen this as a sign of the future. I put my hands up, trying to stand up a bit while the other two blockers locked me in on Kelly. My hands found her breasts. Both of us felt the electric shock as my hands touched her breasts. I quickly removed my hands, and fought my way free, somehow managing to get lead. But I couldn't forget the feeling of her breasts in my hands. I was torn between embarrassment and arousal; I was so horny and I was truly embarrassed about it. This wasn't me. I've never really been into girls, but now I found myself rethinking things. I managed to score 4 points but called it off when I saw the other jammer coming in hot for the pack. The rest of the game was essentially like this, little grabs here and there, which turned into flirting, then heavy flirting.

At the end of the bout, our team came out on top, scoring more points than Kelly's. Funnily enough, both Kelly and I were voted most valuable jammer by each team. As we stood together for our photo with the most valuable blockers of the bout, Kelly asked me which hotel I was staying in; I was several hours from home and it was late. I told her, and she said I should come to her house. She had a hot tub, and was just a couple of miles from where my team was staying at the hotel.

When we got into her car, I could feel my heart beating faster than it should have. I was nervous, because I wasn't sure where this was going to go from here. "So..." Kelly said as she pulled out into traffic. "Do you have a swimsuit?"

I shook my head. "No, the hotel doesn't have a swimming pool, so I didn't bring one."

"That's fine." Kelly smiled. "I might have one at home, or we might just skip them. I'm not going to lie, I would love to see those tits I've been feeling all night."

I was floored. She was being so forward. I stammered out an answer that sounded like something I might have said on prom night as I was nervously allowing my boyfriend to slide his hand under my dress, I'm not even sure what I said, I just know that Kelly laughed and pulled into her driveway. She pulled into the garage, closed the door to it, and climbed out of her car. I climbed out too, following like a little lost lamb as we went through a door into a sunroom that held a hot tub. It was already warm; wisps of steam were rising from the surface of the water.

Kelly was already mostly stripped. I was shocked; I'd never heard her trying to take off her clothes, and watching her boobs bounce as they were released set my heart racing faster. She turned to me, her boobs swaying as she grabbed the waistband of her shorts and paused. "Well?" She asked. "Not going to chicken out are you?" She yanked down her shorts and stepped out of them, standing upright and showing off her naked, delicious looking body. "Did you need help?" She asked, stepping forward.

I let her lift up my shirt and bra, freeing my breasts. I love taking off my shirt and bra at home and freeing my girls to the air, and it was much better having her do this for me. She grabbed my skort, sliding it down and leaving me breathlessly naked in front of her. She stepped back to survey her prey. My eyes traveled up and down her naked body too. She was a little shorter than me, but had muscular shoulders with big, heavy looking breasts, and a nice, flat stomach. Her groin was shaved, just like mine, and I could literally see wetness dripping from her. That caused me to flood my own pussy. She had a couple of tattoos down her sides: one of a dragon and another of a phoenix. They looked good with her pale skin. I wondered what she was thinking as she looked at me.

I'm 5'6 and really fit. I have smaller breasts than she does, but not small in general. She was just had big tits; like DDs or maybe even DDDs. Mine were a solid C, perky, and dime size nipples. I didn't have the same muscular shoulders, but I was definitely toned. I couldn't stop looking at her pussy, still dripping liquid onto her inner thighs.

"Shall we?" She asked, while walking up the short steps to a small deck looking platform. She stepped into the water and waded across the tub to a seat facing the stairs. I climbed in and sat down in the first seat nearest me. I leaned back and let the heat soak into me. My tired muscles relaxed, and I sighed in pleasure.

"Yeah, it's nice." I was feeling the aches and pains melt away. I glanced over at Kelly, and she was eyeing my chest; my tits were floating on the surface. I looked down slightly, and so were hers. I closed my eyes and rolled my head around to ease up my neck. A little wave washed over my boobs. I opened my eyes to see her moving toward me, sliding forward, kissing me when she reached me. Her hands cupped my face, then moving down to cup my breasts. I felt her pinch and tweak my nipples, heft the weight of them, and bounce them a few times in her hands. She kissed my cheeks, then down my neck and collarbone. I sighed as her teeth nipped at the nape of my neck. There was a pause, and I felt her breath on my left nipple. I felt her tongue flick it, then pull it into her mouth. She sucked gently, humming a little bit. The little vibration was intense. Nobody had ever done that to me before. I gasped, and she suddenly bit and sucked harder. The pain was real, but intensely arousing. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, my hands finding her hair and wrapping my fingers in it. She switched nipples and played with the other one, which was, for some reason, more sensitive. I moaned, the sound escaping me without volition. It sounded loud in the little room.

"Like that, did you?" She asked. "Then you're really going to love this." She moved her body lower, pushed me back onto my elbows, and with very little ceremony, buried her face in between my legs and started licking me pussy. I cried out, feeling her tongue penetrate me. She sunk lower, grabbing my thighs and holding my legs apart with surprising strength.

I jerked and bucked with my orgasm. She I felt her tongue slide up the center and swirl my clit. My legs jerked, and I moaned. She stayed where she was, flicking my clit with her tongue, occasionally sliding her tongue down and sliding inside me. I orgasmed again, legs clamping on to her face and squeezing; my hands gripping her hair. She slid her fingers into me as she ate me out. She backed off for a second, pushing me flat on my back, and went back down. Except this time farther. Her fingers pounded into me and her tongue circled my asshole. I came again, harder and longer this time. I've never had anyone do that before. I enjoyed it. But I was feeling played out. I pushed her head away.

I slid into the water, spun her, and placed her on the platform I had just vacated. I almost fell then; my legs suddenly went wobbly. "Wow." I said, "Those were some intense orgasms, I guess." I kissed her, tasting myself on her lips and tongue. I ran my tongue down her tongue, licking across her collarbone and making her shiver. I held her tits in my hands, squeezing and pinching them. They were perky and full. I tugged the nipples, and took first one, then the other in my mouth, biting and sucking them. They were really sensitive; I felt her orgasm as I switched back again. I kissed down her tight stomach, feeling abs and her twitching when I made it to her inner thighs. I pushed her legs up and out of the way, and found her clit was pierced. It was a little loop with a screw-on roller skate wheel closing the ring. I flicked it with my tongue, realizing I was unsure of what to do. I just went with it, feeling her respond to what felt good to her. Mostly I stayed between her clit and her vagina. She tasted a bit like the water of the hot tub, with a tang that wasn't really unpleasant. She flooded too; she soon soaked my face. I slid my fingers into her and twirled them. She grabbed my hair, holding me tight to the spot. She pulled me up by my hair and sat up, taking my hand.

"Come with me," she said as she stood up. She led me through the house to her bedroom, opening the door and pulling me inside. She knelt by the nightstand and opened a drawer, pulling out a strap on. I took it from her, stepped into the underwear with the dildo attached, and pushed Kelly to the bed. She rolled over, moved to her hands and knees, and guided me into her. I gripped her hips and moved slowly, getting the feel for the toy and the rhythm. I sped up, my hips smacking into her ass as I started pounding her. She moaned and cried out, body trembling as she orgasmed. I leaned over her, rocking just my hips as I pressed my body against her back. I got the impression she really liked this position, she had moved directly into it, and she was practically crying in pleasure. I grabbed her hair, and held on as her body rocked underneath me. I paused, running out of energy. I rolled off of her, flopping onto my back. My chest was heaving; breasts rocking. This was tiring work.

"Wow." She said, "That was amazing." There was a huge wet spot under her. She was laying on her stomach, her legs twitching. I smacked her ass.

"Thanks for that." I said, "I am glad I came by here instead of going to the hotel, but I do have to go back there soon."

Kelly nodded, moving slowly to get herself over to her dresser. She threw on some clothes but no bra, her tits still looked amazing even covered up. "I'll drive you back to the hotel. Or we can see if the after party is still going. I'm starved."

As I followed her to grab my clothes, I realized I was too. I wasn't sure which took more energy from me; Orgasms or derby.