Chapter 12
Neither Anna nor Betty could have told anyone how the football game came out afterwards, although they were both there. Betty had left her boy friend, early during the game, saying that she needed to go to the John. Once away from her seat, she scanned the stands, trying to figure a way to stir up some action.
She had to get some scores tonight. All week long she had watched and talked to Jett and had come to want him more and more. He was all man-good-looking, muscular, with an athletic build. And he was a cocksman too. She knew that from eavesdropping outside his door at night when he was fucking her stepmother inside. So she wanted him, wanted him badly, wanted his cock in her, fucking her, wanted him with the deep primeval need of a female for a strong male.
And there was more than that, too.
There was the need to triumph over her sister. Anna was a year younger than she. It would be a severe blow to her pride-to her feeling of being a desirable female-to have her younger sister get a greater number of scores. She, with her year's greater experience, she should be able to get more of the fellows interested enough in her to try for a quick conquest, and she was sure ready to be conquered.
"Cold tonight, isn't it?"
She looked up. Standing beside her was a freckle-faced boy from her English class.
"Yes, it is," she answered. "You got any ideas on how to keep warm?" , "Jump up and down and root for old Jefferson High."
She made a rude noise with her lips. "Not in this wind. My legs are freezing now."
He grinned. "The cheerleaders don't seem to mind. And their skirts are shorter than yours-although not much."
Again she made a noise. "Phhht! They've got tights on under theirs, too. That makes a difference."
"And what do you have on under yours?"
She looked up at him for a moment with a teasing smile on her face. "You'll have to find out for yourself, if you really want to know. But not out here in this cold wind."
His eyes brightened and he leered at her. "I've got a car here."
"Why in hell didn't you say so? I told you I was cold."
They took off through the stands and out of the gate to the parking lot behind the school. When they got to the car he looked at her hesitantly for a moment, his hand on the handle of the front door. He dropped his hand, then reached for the back door handle. , "Let's sit in the back," he said. "It's more comfortable."
She shrugged. "Why not?"
Once inside the car he slipped an arm around her shoulder and began to nuzzle her cheek. She sighed and put her open mouth against his, her slick blunt tongue thrusting slowly in and out of his mouth. He began to suck her tongue and the blood started to race wildly through her veins.
With his other hand he began to stroke her side, under her coat, gradually working down until his hand was on the full curve of her hip. He gently caressed it while their orgy of tongues continued, her body writhing against his. Minutes passed, and the flushed heat in her loins increased and the blood in her veins pounded till she began to feel lightheaded.
Then slowly he began to stroke her thigh, first over the dress, then finally down lower on her thigh below the edge of her skirt, caressing the bare warm flesh. Her arms tightened around him and her soft spongy tits were flattened, against his chest.
He gradually worked his fingers under the skirt and moved them back and forth on the creamy flesh of her leg. Her mouth worked feverishly on his and little mewling noises began deep in her throat. Her legs parted slightly and his fingers slid a little further up her thigh, probing, caressing.
Again her legs moved, further apart now, and his hand curved over the fullness of one thigh, his fingers sliding between her legs, then his hand moved again, closer to her crotch. She tightened her legs on his hand, squeezing it between them, then relaxed the tension and spread them again.
He slid his hand till the edge of it pushed up against the soft fur that shrouded her cunt. She could feel his body stiffen. "You don't have anything on under your skirt," he said in a hushed tone.
"It took you long enough to find out," she said petulantly, and began to kiss him again, her legs opening even wider.
He cupped her box with the palm of his hand and rubbed it gently for a few minutes while she sucked his tongue. After a time he spread the soft plushy lips and began to caress the moist sensitive flesh between the hairy lips.
"That feels good," she murmured.
She squirmed on the seat, wriggling her ass involuntarily as the sensations sent her blood pressure skyrocketing. He kept rubbing the soft spongy folds of her cunt, then found the stubby clitoris and rolled it, pinched it gently, playing with her cunt while she sighed and mewled and dribbled spittle into his sucking mouth.
He straightened finally. "Let me take this jacket off." He shrugged out of his heavy jacket and started to throw it into the front seat. She grabbed his arm.
"No. Keep it. Roll it up. I can use it for a pillow."
"A pillow?"
"Sure. I'll need it, won't I? Aren't you going to fuck me?" Her mouth was a provocative pout.
He rolled the coat up and put it in the corner of the seat behind her, then reached under her skirt again and began to finger her cunt. Her thighs spread further and he stroked their inner surfaces, then roughed her fur and stroked the meaty lips of her cunt.
"Put a finger in," she whispered.
He probed, found the elastic opening of her box, and slid his middle finger in, as far as it would go, till the palm of his hand was tight against her pubic bone. He began to move his finger around in a circle, as far as he could, caressing her wet velvet vagina.
"Oh, God! That feels good, so good!"
She was leaning back on the seat now, her head back, eyes closed, her lower lit) pushed out in a pouting smile. After a few minutes of his finger-fucking her, she opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Do you want me to play with your cock?"
"Why-why, sure."
She reached for it, squeezing it through his pants, then opened his fly and took it out. He was hard, and the end of his cock was juicy where his fluids had begun seeping out. She stroked the length of the shaft, then the end of it with her fingertips.
"You've got a nice cock," she whispered.
She skinned the foreskin back from the head, then worked it back and forth over the ridge of his glans. He sighed throatily.
"Would you like to fuck me now?" she whispered.
"Oh, yes!" he replied in a low moan.
"Did you ever fuck a girl before?" she asked.
He hesitated. "No. No, I never did."
"I didn't think so," she said, matter-of-factly. "You've been too bashful. Most guys would have fucked me once already and been working on the second one."
"I'm sorry."
"For God's sake, don't be sorry? I like to be played with for a long time like this. It makes the fucking that much better afterwards." She closed her fist on his cock and gave it an affectionate little shake. "You got a nice cock. I bet it's more than six inches."
"Six and a half," he said.
"It's nice." She kept rubbing his cock, running her hand up and down the barrel, fondling the balls beneath.
"What-what do you want me to do?"
"Here-let me get settled, then I'll help you put it in."
He pulled his finger from her slimy hole and she lay back on the seat, her head pillowed on his rolled-up jacket, one leg over the back of the front seat, the other raised so that her foot pressed against the roof of the car. He leaned over her and she grabbed his cock, guiding it into her seething swamp.
"That's it. Push it in-all the way-but slow. It's big, you've got a nice big thick juicy cock and I want it all in me, every loving inch of it, deep in my cunt, but slow-that's it, work it around, then pull it back a little-and then push it in again and work it around then ease it back and then push it on in furtheraaaggggghhhhh!"
Her cunt was hot and tight and he thrust till his loins were flush against hers, their pelvic bones grinding together.
"Oh, that feels so good," she breathed.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked.
"Not a thing," she said. "Not now. You just leave everything to me for a while."
She began working her internal muscles and he could feel the moving tension of his stiff, vibrant cock as she exerted a milking pressure.
In a way, he thought, it was like jacking off, but with a warm velvet tightness that was the most exquisite sensation that he had ever known.
"Look, don't come," she begged. "Please don't come if you can help it. Think about anything but your cock-think about football, about the weather, but try not to come for a while. Hold it off as long as you possibly can."
And she fucked him slowly, her muscles working with a steady deliberation, very gradually increasing the tempo of their movements in a slow crescendo, very slowly faster, faster, faster, till they became almost violent, the cheeks of her ass flexing and tightening and her hips beginning to buck up till he had something of the feeling of a rodeo cowboy on a wild mustang.
"Hang on," she murmured. The minutes passed as she worked, and he took his lower lips between his teeth and bit, the pain filling his mind and holding off the explosion building in his groin.
The mewling noises had been coming from her louder and louder now, and finally she cried, "Fuck me, now! Fuck me, fuck me!"
And he responded like a trained seal on cue, his hips lunging down as he fucked into her. He had his feet braced against the door of the car. He needed no further instruction, instinct taking over as, with his feet braced, he began to drive long and deep into her, pounding her ass down into the seat with a violence that shook the car.
His hips traveled in a swinging arc as he withdrew his cock its full length, then slammed it down again, his body slapping against hers. Her mewlings grew louder and louder and turned into cries.
"Ohhh! Ooooohhhhhhh! Faster, harder, oh, that's good, so good! Ooooohhhhhhhhhh! Oh! Oh! Aaagggh! I'm cooommmmmmiiiiinnnnnnggggg!" And she convulsed as he buried his cock deep in her belly with one final, violent lunge, the hot sperm boiling up from his balls to shoot scaldingly into her, triggering her own spasms.