Chapter 13

Afterwards he lay on her, exhausted, shaken by the fury of the storm that had passed over him.

"That was nice, wasn't it?" she murmured, nibbling on his ear.

"Oh, yes!" His cock was still in her and the warm pressure of her cunt filled him with pleasure. "I don't ever want to take my cock out of you. I want to keep it in there forever."

"Mmmmmmm. It feels good in me."

"I want to fuck you again, Betty. Again and again and again."

"Mmmmm. You're sweet." She nibbled his ear. "But that's not practical. Not tonight, anyway. I have to go to the John. I really do. And then I have to find my boy friend. He's probably having a fit wondering what's happened to me. Why don't you call me some time?"

She extricated herself from his embrace, feeling somewhat like a girl scout. She'd done her good deed for the evening, broken in a boy who was going to have a lot of fun with his cock from now on, and she hoped some of that fun would be with her.

Then, too, she'd gotten one ahead of Anna for the week. Of course, she couldn't rest there, because Anna was out in the stands too, just as eager to win their private contest. No, she couldn't rest on her laurels. She'd better go back in the stands and try to find another boy with a car.

So she went to the John, and when she came out she ducked her new conquest who was eagerly waiting for her with throbbing balls and a half-hard cock. By the time she got home that night she had five more scores to add to the five she'd started the day with-three during the game and the two boys who took her home after her date had got mad and left early.

Anna's luck hadn't been so good. She was young, with such a little-girl look that a lot of the males ignored her. To the upperclassmen she was a kid, a baby, and they would respond to her tentative advances with grins and jokes, then walk away in pursuit of older girls with fuller breasts and wider hips. Anna's crotch began to ache and burn with a frustrated hunger for a boy's body between her thighs, thrusting into her.

She thought of Jett, and of crawling between the sheets with him, to grab his cock and play with it, to have him riding her. And she thought about the five boys she'd scored with during the week in her race with Betty to see who was going to get Jett first.

She relived each experience in her mind, and her loins throbbed with a rising passion as her memory and her glands recreated each sensation in anticipation of similar experiences to come. And as the end Of the game neared she seethed with frustrated sexual passion made stronger by glimpses she had caught of her sister Betty making her way back and forth from the parking lot, each time with a different boy. It began to look very much as if Betty were going to be the winner of their make-out contest.

The game was nearly over when she had her bright idea. Jefferson High was triumphant that night by a lopsided score, and their partisans poured from the stands and into the night like a covey of raucous birds flushed from hiding. The night was filled with cries and Mariner horns, and the players were jubilant as they showered and dressed.

The coach spoke briefly to them, praising their efforts, and told them to enjoy the weekend, they had a right to whoop it up a little. They trooped out to the bus then and piled in for the journey to their home grounds, for the game had been played with their traditional rivals from the other side of the country and the thirty-five man traveling squad had come as a unit to their rivals' stadium.

The bus pulled out and started on its journey home, the boys in the front singing and laughing and recounting their tales of prowess in the game. In the very back the bus was very quiet among the little group of young athletes clustered there.

"You could get in trouble this way," said one with a note of concern in his voice.

"Don't tell on me, then," said Anna with a dimpled smile.

"How'd you get in anyway?"

"It wasn't hard. I just walked in when nobody was around and then curled up in the back here till you boys started to come in."

"Well, what's the big idea anyway? We don't want any girl on our bus."

"Why not?" she asked softly. "Most of the boys I know like to play with girls."

"Yeah," said a burly lineman. "What's the matter with girls?"

"But on the bus?" His question was a feeble protest now as it was plain that the weight of opinion favored the presence of Anna.

"But she's just a kid," said another.

"Why'd you sneak on board? Just tell us that."

"I'm a loyal Jeffersonian." She grinned. "I'm so proud of you boys for winning that I just wanted to congratulate you all-in person."

"Hey! What's this?"

One of the youths held up a pair of black nylon panties in one hand and in the other a brassiere. Another of the youths straightened up and displayed a blue print dress.

Anna giggled. "Don't lose them. I'll need them when I go home or my folks will have a fit."

"You mean they're yours?"

"Unless somebody else on the bus can wear them." She giggled again.

She was sitting back in the corner of the seat, her coat buttoned up to her neck and covering her down to her knees. As they watched her she reached up a hand and undid the top button, then the next. A hush spread over the 'youths and half a dozen pairs of eyes were glued to the opening of her coat.

She undid the last button, then spread the coat, revealing her nubile nakedness. Her breasts were small but perfectly formed, soft round mounds of satin-smooth, cream-colored skin, crowned with large spiked nipples, set in dark aureoles, that were more provocative because of the contrast in color and texture. Her belly was gently rounded with a deep navel, and below, a dark fur triangle at the juncture of her thighs.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

A half dozen sharply-drawn breaths and muffled comments answered her.

"I said I wanted to thank you boys in person," she said. "I meant it, I really did."

"And just how did you plan to do that?" asked a hoarse voice.

She pouted prettily. "I think it's only fair that the boys who scored out there on that football field should score right here with me."

"I scored two touchdowns." One eager youth pressed forward.

"Heavens! You're so big! Make a little room for us, will you?" asked Anna, and she and the broad shouldered young fullback had the length of the rear seat to themselves.

Still smiling at him, she settled down till she was flat on the seat, her coat brushed back to the sides, her legs spread.

"Will you look at that!" exclaimed one young man as the fullback put his hand forward and began to caress the cunt of the prone girl.

"Do whatever you want," she said huskily. "I'm ready now. You don't have to get me ready."

He had found that out as his fingers had sunk into the hot moist swamp between her legs, the flowing joy juice saturating the matted curls and covering the flushed, plushy folds of her cunt.

Without a word he opened his pants and positioned himself over her. She grabbed hold of his cock and guided it into the seething passage. She was hot and open and flooded with passion juice, and his cock sank to the hilt with one lunging thrust and immediately she began to buck and thrust upward with driving hip action.

He caught the rhythm of her movements and began to sledge into her, his body slapping against hers in the primitive, instinctive ritual dance of love.

"What's going on back there?" the bus driver called, seeing movements and turmoil in his rear-view mirror, but unable to make out what was happening.

"Nothing. Just horsing around."

"Take it easy," he called, his eyes going back to the road ahead. Crazy kids, he thought. But I guess they got a right to bust loose a little after the way then won this one tonight.

The boys in the back stayed in the aisle of the bus and sang and watched the action on the seat. The burly fullback who was fucking Anna didn't last long. Her cunt was hot and grasping, and he was young, and it took only a minute or two of fast swinging action before he exploded, his come shooting into her depths.

"Oooooohhh!" she groaned, her body teetering on the brink, just short of the explosion' that would have given her release.

"I'm next," said a slim dark youth who had played at left half for most of the game and had scored one touchdown in a long punt runback.

Anna clasped him to her with eager arms and legs that locked around his body as he thrust into her. He began more slowly, fucking into her with a long steady stroke, his cock slanting in a hundred different angles as his hips swung from side to side and rotated in a circular pattern, grinding his cock around and into her twitching cunt.

Anna's body flared up in quick response, her pelvis jerking and twisting, thrusting her cunt up at him in a hundred different ways, fucking back desperately in an effort to achieve the climax denied her with the first boy. Her new partner lasted no longer than had the first, brought to orgasm quickly by the delicious, voluptuous action of her cunt on his ramrod of hot, hard flesh, but it was long enough for Anna. They came together, and as he got off her she smiled up in satisfaction at the faces that surrounded her.

"That was nice," she said. "I'm so proud of you all. I want to show my appreciation to all of you that I can. Is there anyone else who scored in that game and now wants to score in this one?"

"God, yes!" And another youth with a bared stiff prick eased himself down onto her, between her spread, tensed legs.

"I'm next," said a black youth.

"Hey, man! I don't know about this," said the youth who'd just gotten off.

"Well, she said she wanted to thank all of us-and first the ones who'd scored. Well, I scored, didn't I? I made a thirty-yard run, didn't I?"

"Sure, man. Hell, you're one of the boys. But I don't know about this."

"What's the matter? Don't you think she's got an integrated cunt?"

"Man!" He looked pained. "I'm just saying, maybe we should ask her after Billy's through with her-you know, if it's okay with her."

"I figure she's already asked me." He was grinning a wide, toothy smile. "And I'm getting ready for her."

He had his pants open and his cock in his hand and he turned to watch the action on the seat. His fingers were closed around his whang in a tight-fisted grip, and as he watched Anna ' getting fucked before him he jacked off with a deliberate haste, his come shooting into his handkerchief before Anna and the youth with her were through.

"What's the idea of jacking off first?" asked one of the boys at his elbow.

"I want a real piece of ass," he answered softly. "None of these half-minute quickies for me. Now I got the load off my nuts I can spend a few minutes really ramming out that hot white pussy. I'm gonna give her a fuck she's gonna remember."

After the third youth got off Anna she sighed and looked up to see who was next, her eyes widening at the sight of the broad black face that was over hers. He was between her thighs; he held the head of his cock against the puffed lips of her cunt and rubbed the head of it up and down the wet furrow.

"You object to fucking black?" he asked softly.

"I-I never thought about it." Her eyes widened and a cold knot of something like fear chilled the sexual torment in her loins.

"You see me make that touchdown run?"

"No. No, I didn't see it."

He rubbed the black, meaty head of his cock along her cunt for a minute, then rested it against the wet elastic opening that was seeping forth the come and juice of the boys who'd already fucked her.

"Well, don't matter if you saw it. I scored all right. And you said that's all we needed to peel off a piece of your ass." He exerted a little pressure, the black head of his cock sliding into her pink pussy.

"Does that feel any different than a white one?" he asked.

"No," she said. "It feels good."

"You mind me fucking you?" He moved his hips experimentally, his cock sliding a little way in and out of her dripping quim.

"No. It's all right."

"You see, I don't want to live next door to you." His grin widened. "I just want to fuck you."

"Don't be so damned defensive about being black, then," she answered him. "And fuck me as if you really wanted to."

Her feet locked behind his knees and pulled him down at the same time her ass muscles tightened and her pelvis bucked up, helping him seat his cock in her. Her arms tightened around his neck and her open mouth found and shut his, their tongues meeting and parrying each other's.

He began his fuck slowly, enjoying the feel of her tight cunt on his throbbing shaft. He was well hung too, with a good seven inches and more of rock-hard black meat, and he gave her all of it, grinding down till his pelvic bone rubbed hers, then backing off to the entry of her cunt and slowly working down into her again.

She was writhing like a bucket of snakes, and he nuzzled in her neck, his hips moving faster and faster, in an accelerated rhythm, his cock swinging in and out of the hot nest between her legs like a racing pendulum. She began to moan and cry.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, harder, harder ... oh, oh, oh, that feels so good, so good ... sweet, sweet cock ... drive that big carriage of yours right up my glory road and take me to paradise ... sock it to me, sock it to me, harder, harder, harder, ugh, ugh, ughhh, agghhh!"

The boys around them lifted their voices in song, to mask the cries of passion and the slapping of bare flesh on bare flesh.

She had ten of the team members before the bus pulled into the school parking lot, and then was smuggled out of the bus and to a waiting car where another fifteen team members had a go at her before dropping her off in front of her house, tired and triumphant. On the porch she met her sister Betty who had gotten home only a minute beforehand was just opening the front door.

"Nice timing," said the older girl. "Who dropped you off? I didn't recognize the car."

"I don't know who it belonged to," confessed Anna. "One of the boys on the football team." They were in the living room now, and Betty closed the door and turned to her younger sister with a look of faint surprise.

"Didn't you ask him his name?"

"It wasn't a him. It was a they."

"What do you mean, they? It wasn't the whole football team, was it?" She laughed, then looked at Anna with the dawn of a horrible suspicion. "Not in that one little car! It couldn't have been."

"Oh, no. There were only four or five in the car."

"Four or five?"

"Yes. Of course, some of them had to go home right away. Their parents were waiting to pick them up."

"That's just some of them," said Betty with a sinking feeling, her exhilaration at having scored five times now dissipated.

"Yes," said Anna with satisfaction. "I had most of them."

"Most of the football team, you mean?"

"Yes." She looked complacently at her sister's face. It told her what she wanted to know without questions being asked. Although she had been reasonably sure even before-after all, a whole football team. She had won the contest and big Jett Lanigan was hers!

"The whole goddamned football team!" said Betty with awe.

"Give me a hand upstairs, will you?" Anna winced. "I'm sore. Some of those linemen are really big."

"You poor kid! You need a lot of rest after that. I guess you won't be able to handle Jett tomorrow night."

"Up your kazoo! I'll be fine by then. You just figure out how we're going to keep Ma in her own bedroom, and I'll take care of dear cousin Jett!"

They were at the stairway then, and a shout from the bedrooms beyond brought them both running up the stairs. The door to Jett's bedroom was open and they saw their father standing just inside with a shotgun in his hands, white and shaking, glaring at Jett and Dolly, who lay naked in bed.

Jett rolled and hit-the floor running, brushing past the girls and taking the stairway down in two great leaps. Luke pointed the shotgun over his head and pulled the trigger. There was a thunderous roar as the pellets smashed into the ceiling, galvanizing Jett into greater effort, and he vanished across the living room and out the door.

Dolly was on her knees in the bed, staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at her husband. "My God, Luke! What's come over you?"

"I won't have it," he said firmly. "Nobody's going to fuck you in this house but me. You might have had him once, but you're not going to have him again. He's not sleeping in this house no more."

"But, Luke! You stood there and let him finish!"

"That's before I saw what he was using on you." His eyes were round as saucers. "It's not decent for a man to have as much cock as that and I sure ain't gonna let you get used to having anything like that put in you!"

Anna looked at Betty in dismay as the sound of the old Model B Ford faded in the distance.

"Tough," said Betty philosophically. "After all you went through to win and now the prize is gone."

Anna couldn't say anything. Her eyes mirrored despair as she went slowly into her own room.