Reaching down, I pulled her around so that her long, sturdy, shapely legs extended beyond my head and over the edge of the bed. The sensually sculpted cheeks of her delicious behind quivered and shimmered. Gently, unable to resist, I sank my teeth into the rose-gold flesh.
“Oooh!” She drew the length of my cock deep down her throat and sucked hard at the base with velvety, cunning lips. “Mmm!”
I spread her thighs apart, my fingertips tracing the flexed muscles of their insides and savoring the excited beating of the pulse there. The curly blonde hair of her quim was dewy and fragrant. Swollen purple lips opened to my mouth. The sweetest of female creams widened the walls of her inner pussy for my tongue. I found her clit and licked it slowly-teasing her, arousing her even more.
Her strong hot thighs tightened around my ears. In the mirror across from the bed I saw my cock rising like a flagpole, disappearing in Terry’s wide-stretched, lascivious mouth, and then reappearing, hard and throbbing and glistening with her saliva. She was crouched over me, and her large breasts were hanging down, the excited tips sweeping back and forth over my belly and groin as she moved. Now, as I watched in the mirror, she took one in her hand and worked the nipple around my balls. She took my cock out of her mouth and pressed her nipple against its crest. She forced the hard red berry into the lust-widened hole of my prick. When she removed it there was a sheen of premature jizzum over it.
I plunged my tongue all the way up her cunt. I sucked the juices from her writhing pussy. I pumped my cock in and out of her mouth.
“Wait!” Terry pulled away panting. “I want y’all to fuck me. Please! Please! Please! Y’all do me proper!” She scrambled around on the bed and straddled me, holding herself high so that her now slavering pussy was suspended over the tip of my thrusting, swollen prick.
I reached up and found one of her large, firm breasts. I sucked as much of it into my mouth as I could. I licked and nibbled at the juicy strawberry nipple.
Terry’s sharp nails clawed at the back of my neck. Her ass jutted high and backwards once and then slammed forwards. Her meaty quim slammed down on my pecker and spread out over my pelvis. She moved up and down, contriving to have the erect button of her clitty ride the length of my shaft.
I reached around her with both hands and clutched the burning, trembling cheeks of her behind. I widened the cleft there and dipped with my middle finger. The sensation drove Terry berserk. Her tight cunt wrenched at my cock and she jerked left and right wildly and slammed her cunt down harder and harder in order to feel the full length of my perpendicular prick all the way up her lusting tunnel.
“Y’all are a sly bastard!” she panted. “Tricky! A-suckin’ my titties like this an’ sneakin’ up my no-no all at the same time you doin’ me! Yessir! Sly an’ tricky!” She reached behind her, stretched her arm down the length of her back and contrived to palm my pumping balls.
I watched her fondle and squeeze them in the mirror as the length of my cock moved in and out of her bouncing quim. She strained her head to look over her shoulder to see what I was looking at. When she saw the reflection of us fucking, Terry emitted a sound that was half-laugh and half-groan. Continuing to stare, she redoubled her efforts, moving up and down faster and faster, fucking harder and harder and hotter and hotter.
“Come on!” she gasped. “Give it to me! Y’all lemme have that geyser of hot cream all the way up my hungry pussy!”
I shoved my finger up her ass and pulled her down hard on me. I sank my teeth into the damp flesh of her breast and sucked the strawberry nipple down my throat. I clawed at her ass and felt the pressure of the jizzum rising from my balls to fill the length of my cock. I held back, agonizingly, until I felt the muscles inside her pussy forming clutch-ridges around my shaft. There was a melting deep inside Terry and then she was screaming incoherently with the release—a gushing sensation-—-of her orgasm. I let go then, pumping hard and brutal, shooting high up her quim, releasing one hot spurt after another until her sucking cunt overflowed and we ended our orgasm soaked with the juices of our lust.
That first time was not, of course, the last time. Once I’d succumbed to the temptation, there was no holding back from further indulgence. Besides, Terry claimed that regular balling helped her game.
“I’ll bet.” I had been skeptical at first.
“It truly does, Steve darlin’.”
“How? Give me a for-instance.”
“Friggin’ you, for instance. Now that’s helped me develop a real smooth rhythm for hand-offs.”
“I’ll just bet!”
“An’ my broken field runnin’ is surely improved.”
“What’s that have to do with our balling?”
“Why, the way I move my hips, darlin’. Haven’t you noticed? Every time I see a tackle comin’, I just pretend you’re jumpin’ on my bones from behind an’ give my bottom that special wiggle an’ shake him off.”
“Don’t forget fakes.” I teased her.
“Not true. Y’all know I never fake in bed. But you have helped my passin’, sugah. Truly you have.”
“In what way?”
“I’m more relaxed in the pocket.”
“I noticed.” I was being sarcastic.
“I truly am. And our lovemakin’ has taught me patience, so I don’t fire off my passes too soon.”
“You never know what that old O.R.G.Y. expertise is going to accomplish.”
“Fact is, our sack time’s improved my timing all around.”
The funny thing is that what she said had more than a little truth to it. As time passed, Terry’s performance on the gridiron was looking more and more professional. Also, like a pebble in a brook, it was throwing off ripples of inspiration which were positively affecting the other members of the Whittier Stonewalls.
The offense began operating as a cohesive unit. The blockers gained the confidence to take on the largest defensive lines in the league. The wide receivers developed an almost religious faith in Terry’s ability to get the ball to where it was sup- posed to be and, along with it, they began to have faith in themselves to be there to catch it. Even our ground game improved as the offensive backs realized that there really were holes there for them to plunge through. Morale mounted, and there were fewer fumbles and more smoothly unified plays.
The team spirit spread to the defense, as well. With wins under their belt, they seemed to develop a sense of obligation not to relinquish the gains provided by Terry and the other offensive players. They began reading the opposition plays more accurately and quickly. They took more risks, moved more quickly to break up pass plays, and hit harder. And they began piling up a quite acceptable record of both sacks and interceptions.
All this was adding up to one victory after another for Terry Niemath and the Whittier Stonewalls. The Colts, the Browns, and the Chargers all went down to defeat. Nor was there any joy in Buffalo, Cincinnati, or Kansas City after the Stonewalls came to town. The season moved right along, and still we were undefeated.
The teams we faced were not the only ones who had to make an effort to adapt to a woman quarterback with all-around playing ability. Their cheerleading squads also had to evolve a strategy aimed at dissipating Terry’s Superwoman image. “Hold that blonde!” and “Hit her again, harder! Harder!” were not enough. Soon the various cheerleading squads had developed special cheers specifically aimed at exorcising Terry’s gridiron magic. For instance:
“HIT HER IN THE LEFT TIT! HIT HER IN THE RIGHT! HIT HER IN THE BOX AND FIGHT, TEAM, FIGHT!
And,
“SUNNY OR SHADY, WATCH HER ASS! SPREAD THAT LADY ON THE GRASS!”
Also, in a Nietzschean vein: