They sure looked like football players all right. Lots of muscle, lots of heft, lots of concentration, lots of aggressiveness. They were dressed like football players too—after a fashion. What I mean is that almost all of them were wearing helmets, some were wearing jerseys, a few were wearing shoulder pads, chest protectors, shin guards, and/or cleats. Not one, however, was wearing uniform pants, any kind of underpants, or even a jock strap. Bulling and snarling their way onto the field, they looked like so many hot dog vendors waving their weenies in the wind.
Most of them were also waving moonshine jugs or beer bottles. The mild wind mixed the scent of burning pot with the magnolia fragrance of the chill Arkansas air. Their shouts of uninhibited obscenities crackled through the night.
What the hell? The quarterback, evidently, wasn’t the only one on the team who was gay. Judging from the testicle-swinging game of leapfrog going on downfield, this team might have been recruited by Truman Capote as a muscular memorial to Mae West. And they sure were brawny, all right. There was nothing at all effete about these guys. There must have been a built-in gym in the closet out of which they’d come. Their scrimmages must really be a gas!
You shouldn’t leap to conclusions. When I refocused my eyes a moment later, I realized that. What I saw, stretched out seductively between the goal posts, was a sight which both explained the nudity and high spirits of the guys on the field and, at the same time, shattered the gay mold into which I’d cast them.
What I saw was a naked blonde who was to your average selection of naked blondes what the Mona Lisa is to a kindergarten display of finger paintings!
Some hunk of gridiron equipment! She was tall and voluptuous with firm, healthy, glowing flesh. In that very first moment of looking at her, I realized how much she resembled Stephanie Greenwillow.
Stephanie was a redhead, of course, and this girl had blonde hair which she wore shorter than quite a few guys I knew. Still, her long, limber, curvaceous body was remarkably like Stephanie’s and, while her face had more of an adolescent openness, the high cheekbones, the full sensual lips, and the tilted chin were all quite similar. Later, when I drew closer, I would see that her eyes were a different color—blue, where Stephanie’s were green-—and her nose, a different shape—snub, where Stephanie’s was classically Grecian.
Now, however, like the turned on football players, I was focusing on her body, and what she was doing with it. An end zone Circe, she was on her knees and swaying so that all of her best points might be appreciated. On the whole it was a very generous body, and the whole was made up of some very generous parts.
Her legs, even bent at the knees and with her weight resting on them, were sleek and slender. The muscles of her thighs stood out gracefully without bulging. Her hips were well-padded, but in no way heavy. Her bottom—ah, her bottom—!
It was a work of art, pure and simple! The cheeks were high and glowing and provocative as if molded by some sassy erotic sculptor. The cleft between them was a deep, pink valley promising wild, warm wigglings. Yeah, her ass proclaimed itself boldly, its movements announcing even now that it knew no inhibitions.
She was long-waisted, quite slim from the tapering of her upper torso to the flare of her hips. Her belly was flat, the skin covering it tight and tan. She was a girl who did her exercises and took her sun au naturel. Her deep navel was as sensual as an Egyptian dancer in motion.
The provocative swaying brought her breasts into prominence. The spotlights highlighted their golden tan and bright red berry nipples. They were large, like Stephanie’s, missile-shaped and carried high, with their delicious-looking tips pointing skyward.
A handful to fill the shovel-paws of any overdeveloped pass-receiver! Or a mouthful for a guy like me who was weaned too early!
Now she shifted position. She was on her heels, squatting, rocking back and forth. Her thighs were wide apart, her knees pointing outward in opposite directions. This revealed her pussy completely.
It was framed by a triangle of very light-colored, very curly blonde hair. The mound this covered was quite pronounced-—very high, very plump. It was cleft deep and opened wide to reveal inflamed purple lips and the bright red meatiness of female flesh engorged with lust. A deep, tight tunnel receded from this flesh. Squinting, as I came directly opposite her in the grandstand now, I could see that the entrance to the tunnel was silvery-moist and pulsating.
Suddenly she loosed a loud rebel yell. Then she spoke in a voice that was quite calm and soft by contrast, but quite insistent, as well. “Y’all gonna keep on hootin’ an’ hollerin’ there whilst I set here on my bare, burnin’ butt a-waitin’ an’ a-wantin’?” She tossed her short blonde curls demandingly.
“Yes, Ma’am!” A hefty fullback answered. He conferred with three of his fellows over a jug.
The four of them spread out in a loose formation. One of them—not the fullback—called signals. “Thirty-seven, fourteen, sixty-two, twenty, hipe!” The jug flew between his legs. The fullback caught it, rolled over on his back and began gulping, gurgling and guffawing all at the same time. The other three, echoing her rebel yell, made an onside rush for the blonde.
“Touchdown!” she squealed when they reached her, stretching her legs wide and pointing the toes toward the sky. “Here’s that good ol’ field goal kicker. And now for the point,” she added, eyeing the stiffest of the three unsheathed peckers.
The kicker placed it right between the goal posts. The blonde grabbed the other two stiffs, one in each hand, and hung onto them as she wrapped her long, golden legs around the kicker’s hips and started to bounce on that glorious bottom of hers. “Whoo-ee!” she exulted. “Ain’t nothin’ like the playin’ of the game if’n it’s done right!”
“Ain’t no way I can do it wrong!” the kicker panted. To prove it, he got his hands under her vibrating bottom and stood up, lifting her with him. Supporting her, he marched her around the goal posts, his large, brutal-looking, uncircumcised prick pumping in and out of her foaming quim all the while. Squealing, matching his rhythm, slapping wetly against his pelvic bone, the long, luscious blonde somehow managed to maintain her tight grip on the pricks of the two other jocks while all this was going on. Indeed, she did more than hold them. She actually frigged them in cadence with the balling of the kicker.
The kicker laid her back down on the ground. He bent her legs double and bent himself over her flushed, quivering ass and buried his cock to the hilt in her clutching pussy. Now he was fucking her in earnest. And now she was jerking off the other two guys with a vengeance.
Their balls swelled up. Their eyes glazed over. It was easy to see that they were on the verge of coming.
I could empathize. I wasn’t even in the scene, and it had me horny as a stallion when the mares are in season. My cock had lost its cool and kept trying to poke holes in my underwear as I watched.
“Harder, kicker!” the blonde gasped. “An’ y’all put more spin on it, hear now?”
“How’s this?” His massive, hairy ass moved as if an earthquake had struck as his cock made some corkscrew motion deep inside her.
“Y’all do that again! I do believe my clitty’s ’bout to bust!” She wrapped her legs around his neck. Her bountiful bottom bounced off the turf and rose high with deep, thrusting movements to match his. “Gettin’ there! Gettin’ there!” Her blonde head swiveled from right to left and back again. “How you boys doin’?”
“Cain’t hardly wait!”
“My balls is ’bout to bust!”
“Kicker? Thank y’all can put it to me now?”
“Yep! Here she goes!”
The kicker’s cock slammed down. The blonde’s cunt shot up. They met and hung in midair, vibrating and humming as he shot his load of cream high up inside her and she rode the crest of her responding orgasm. At the same moment, she did something with her hands so that both the guys she’d been frigging began coming at the same time. Laughing excitedly, still coming, the blonde aimed their spouting peckers so that their jizzum squirted all over the kicker’s ears from both sides.