“Hot damn!” Their spurtings waning to two dribbles, the pair of friggees fell on the grass roaring with laughter.
Still holding on to the comet-tail of her orgasm, the blonde echoed their guffaws with a trilling giggle of her own.
The kicker flopped out of her and sat down hard on his haunches. “Shee-it!” His hands went to his ears and came away sticky. “What for’d you go an’ do that? Y’all know I’ve got ’nuf trouble with my ears as it is. Shee-it! Now I’ll never hear them goddam signals!”
“But wasn’t it worth it, Leroy? Truth, now!” The blonde wiggled her pussy at him.
“Shee-it! Y’all ask me the nex’ time I boot for forty or more! Right now, I earned me a drank. An’ I need a towel.” He started back towards where the other jocks were sitting on the sidelines boozing and smoking pot. The other two followed him.
“Hey,” the blonde called. “Send one of them fellers back with a towel for me. I ain’t none too neat ’n’ shiny here myself.”
A moment later the fullback was walking towards her with a towel in one hand and a new jug in the other. His hard-on preceded him like a flagpole sticking out of a window and waiting for a parade. The towel was white, his straining pecker was red, and his balls were more than a little blue from watching and waiting. Red, white and blue. Very patriotic. “I am rightly primed to fuck for Old Glory!” he told his teammates over his shoulder.
“Now, Jeeter, I rightly have to give it a rest first,” the blonde cautioned as he reached her. “That Leroy, he left it a mite sore.”
“Sure ’nuf, honey. Y’all know I’m the soul of consideration.” He knelt between her legs and began to gently dab at her pussy with the towel.
“With a hard-on like one o’ them Greek satyrs!” She took the towel from his hands, spread the lips of her quim wide and wiped briskly.
“I do rightly seem to have a problem here.” The fullback bent his head and licked one of her red berry nipples with a long, wickedly thick tongue.
“Jeeter! You know my titties is my most generous zone! Oh, my Lord! I can feel that right down to my curly toes!”'
Encouraged, Jeeter took a healthy amount of her breast into his mouth and sucked on it. The blonde’s hands closed over the back of his neck and she began rocking back and forth on her haunches. “Land’s sake!” she gasped. “Land’s sake! How can a body ache so from havin’ her pussy reamed out by a big cock an’ at the same time want to get it on again! Land’s sake!”
“Knowed you’d feel that way!” Jeeter pushed her over on her back and tried to mount her. Now his hairy balls looked the color of a cloudless sky at midday.
“No! Y’all wait!” The blonde pushed him off her. “You do me now, I’ll just ’bout die!”
“Then what—?!”
“Don’t y’all worry none now. I ain’t gonna leave you in this disgraceful condition. Jeeter, you just lean against them goal posts an’ stick your pecker out now.” When he complied, she got on her hands and knees in front of him.
Her tongue snaked out and laved one of his swollen, hairy balls. Jeeter groaned and closed his eyes. The blonde kissed his other ball and then sucked it into her mouth between pursed lips. Her teeth snarled some of the thick, tangled black hair covering the ball and Jeeter groaned louder. The blonde crouched down lower and fondled one of her full, swaying breasts with her hand as she pushed Jeeter’s balls aside with her nose and contrived to kiss the ridge of flesh behind them and between his legs.
“Kiss my ol’ cock!” Jeeter begged. “Lick it! Suck it!”
The blonde laughed a low, knowing, throaty laugh. Her berry-nipple was red-hot and quivering in her hand. She ran the tip of her tongue along the length of Jeeter’s aroused prick. She repeated the movement on both sides, then top and bottom. Then she took the swollen, wedge-shaped tip of his thick cock between her pouting lips. As she tasted it, her proud, pert ass, jutting and widespread, described small, hungry circles in the mote-swirling beam of the spotlight.
Her hand fluttered from her panting, perspiring breast to the bottom of the blonde mound between her legs. She touched herself there very tentatively. She winced. Nevertheless her trembling hand remained lightly pressed there as she opened her mouth wider and sucked Jeeter’s cock more deeply inside it.
With half the shaft buried in her craw now, the blonde began making swallowing movements deep in her throat. At the same time her tongue was making eager, earthy slurping noises, and her lips were smacking rhythmically, and her head was moving back and forth with the sucking of Jeeter’s cock. Her gleaming butt was stabbing the air with short, hard, jerky movements.
One of the onlookers detached himself from the group and approached Jeeter and the blonde. He looked smaller and lighter than the others—about five-foot-nine, maybe one hundred sixty-five pounds. He moved quickly and smoothly, like a split end, his hands automatically getting ready to receive and hold onto a pass. His naked cock was thin and not too long—kind of puny-looking compared to the bludgeons of the others.
When he reached the couple at the goal posts, he cupped the blonde’s wild and wobbly ass between his deft, pass receiver paws. Alarmed, she spit out Jeeter’s cock and craned to look over her shoulder. When she saw who it was, an expression of relief spread over her face.
“Y’all can put it where the sun never shines, Little John. That should feel right nice whilst I’m doin’ Jeeter here.”
“Why cain’t I screw like Leroy done?”
“Now Little John, I have paid you a compliment! Ain’t hardly anybody I let do me in my bottom. An’ you bein’ a mite undersized, an’ me bein’ so very, very tight there, why, it’ll work out just right for both of us. Now you do what I say, Little John. Jeeter here’s gettin’ impatient, an he’s full of shine. He loses that temper of his, they gonna be pitchin’ your passes into a pine box.”
Little John separated the two halves of the shimmering flesh-globe in his hands and inserted his thin, hard prick there. The blonde took Jeeter’s glistening cock back in her mouth. Jeeter’s fingers tangled in her hair and he shoved it so far down her throat that his puffed up hairy balls were bouncing against her hard-sucking lips.
The blonde breathed heavily through her nose as she sucked. The hand between her legs tickled her clitty lightly and played with Little John’s immie-sized balls at the same time. Little John was holding onto her bucking hips and riding up and down on her thrashing ass like a bronco-busting cowboy.
I heard myself groan. I wished one of those moonshine jugs had come my way. I needed a drink. Or Stephanie. Or both!
“Whoo-ee!” Jeeter grabbed the blonde by the ears and slammed into her mouth. Her lips opened and his balls momentarily disappeared. “WHOO-EE!”
“WHOO-EE!” Little John echoed. His feet left the ground and he balanced his weight on the stiff, thin pecker buried in the blonde’s bunghole.
“WHOO-EE!” The blonde’s cry was silent, but somehow I knew it was the loudest of all.
She had to swallow quickly as Jeeter’s lotion gushed down her throat. Also she had to keep the cheeks of her ass clenched tightly together to suck in all of Little John’s lotion because he was thrashing so wildly on top of her as he came. She couldn't bring herself off with them when they came, however. I suppose it was because her pussy still hurt too much. Nevertheless, she was still trying, still tickling her clitty, when Jeeter and Little John both fell away from her exhausted.