Chapter 8
Mike told Judy at breakfast, "I think I'll go to the football, game tonight. It's the big game with Reinhardt High. Sort of the big rivalry school spirit malarkey we used to fool around with when we were back in high school. You know the kind of stuff."
Judy looked up from her bowl of soggy corn flakes. "Why do you want to go? You don't even like football. You've always told me that only idiots watched it or played it."
"To tell the truth, I do like hockey a lot more. But I got stuck with an assignment in the journalism class. I was sort of volunteered for it. I'm supposed to learn to be a sportswriter or something by going to one of the fucking football games. It'd be better if they removed my frontal lobe. Then I could be a great sportswriter."
Mike had been told to cover the game; everyone in the class had. But he had motives more than just writing up a short story for use in the school newspaper. He wanted to see Heather, blonde, lovely, leggy Heather out there leaping and cavorting around.
Leading her team to victory.
Mike would cheer her on as long as he was part of her team. He had considered the fact that she was the "property" of Rich, the captain of the football team. Mike had dismissed it in a moment. Heather was too beautiful to waste on a big hunk of gristle and stupidity like Rich. He'd show Heather what it was like to go with a real man, not a muscle-bound, mountainous oaf.
"Well, if you have to go, go ahead. I guess I'll go over to Steve's house for a while."
Mike nodded, then looked at the wall clock. "Damn," he snarled, "I am going to set a new school record for being late every day this month. See you after the game, doll!" He picked up his notebooks and rushed out the front door.
The day drifted by until journalism. All through the class, Mike couldn't keep his eyes off the gorgeous cheerleader. He pictured her in a sweater, bulging in just the right places. Then he saw her standing naked in front of. him, her lips slightly parted with her coral-tipped tongue circling those lips in the most seductive manner possible. She beckoned to him. She silently begged him for his massive cock to be thrust up her empty cunt.
Mike snapped out of his reverie as the final bell of the day rang. Heather flashed him a smile which he returned tenfold. He didn't want to blind her with the brilliance of his toothpaste-commercial smile, but he did want to let her know how much he raunched after her.
Ariel came up and put a slender fingered hand on his shoulder. "Fred, old man," the black girl told him, "Heather's bad medicine for you. Her old man's a real, dyed in the wool, grade A, number one bastard." v
"Rich? That guy doesn't scare me, I could break him in two like this." Mike gripped his pencil in both hands, then jerked. The pencil broke with a snap!
"Hate to say this, Freddy, baby, but that's the way you would break. Rich is big, strong and quick with his fists. He enjoys hurting people."
"Like Heather? Think that's her trip?" Mike began to wonder what it would take to turn the sexy cheerleader on. Maybe a little bit of roughing up was what it took to get her turned on and ready to fuck.
"Could be. But it's you I'm thinking about. I'd hate for you to get hung by the gazingas, you know?" The black girl's hand fleetingly touched Mike's groin. As she felt the bulge begin to grow, she pressed down more firmly.
"Those I'd miss. You're a real stud. Stay cool and avoid big nasties on the football team. They're likely to use you as a football, dig it?" Ariel grinned, then left.
Mike drifted out of the class and went to the football stadium. He considered what Ariel had said. But he'd met bigger men than Rich. He'd always met guys smaller but nastier.
Mike recalled one scene from his training in the Green Berets that had impressed him more than most things. His unarmed combat instructor had been a third-degree black belt in judo and weighed an easy two-thirty. One class had been attended by a hundred-and-five-pound major in the Japanese army.
That little guy had tossed two hundred and thirty pounds of power and ability around like a sack of potatoes.
Major Hamatani had been a fifth-degree black belt and a veteran of more street fights than he could remember. He had been instant death with a dozen weapons-or none at all.
Size and strength weren't all that mattered. It was how you used what you had that really counted. Mike laughed when he thought how well that philosophy applied to balling. A guy didn't have to be ten inches long and a foot thick. But he had to be able to use what he had. Used well, any guy could fuck a chick until she begged for more.
Confidence.
That's what it took, confidence and skill. And didn't he have more than any three of those pricks on the football team? Damn right! Ariel could give him advice, but he'd be balling Heather before the night was over!
Mike went to the football stadium and noticed that they had a crowd bigger than normal. Wyatt Memorial High wasn't noted for its football team. They had another perfect record this year-eight straight losses. But Reinhardt High usually did just as poorly.
This was a battle for last place. The loser would finish up in the cellar. Year after year, they battled for last place. Mike thought it was sort of neat, but he didn't dare say that to any of the other students. They considered it a disgrace.
Mike pushed his way through the crowd and found a good seat on the forty-yard line. It wasn't all that good for watching the game, but it was great for watching Heather.
The cheerleader was decked out in the school's colors. She had a brilliant blue sweater on that bulged just as Mike had imagined it would.
Heather had nice sized boobs. He began to fantasize what he would do to them if he got the chance. He'd grab them and squeeze them, grind his fingers into them until the pliant flesh flowed like putty beneath his fierce, demanding grip.
But under the short black skirt was the real turn on for Mike. The blonde's ass bulged nicely, but her tanned thighs almost made Mike lose his wad then and there. Heather had the nicest legs he'd ever seen, and those tawny thighs were just too much to merely look at. He had to have them rubbing against his legs as he fucked her.
The more Mike thought about it, the more he considered forgetting her gushing little blonde-rimmed pussy and concentrating on her thighs. Fucking the cheerleader's thighs would be a new sexual high for him and probably a vastly different experience for her.
Mike gazed across the field and saw the Reinhardt High cheerleaders' asses wiggling back and forth. A quick survey convinced him that the grass wasn't all that was greener on the other side. The other school's cheerleaders had an ingenuous, vapid look about them that turned him off.
Mike considered Heather again. No virgin, he was sure of that. But that made her more experienced, more likely to be able to give as well as to receive a good fucking.
He'd definitely fuck her before the night was over.
The game progressed with both sides losing the ball due to fumbles, miscalled plays and general incompetence. Mike didn't know much about the game, but he could spot the mistakes easily. The final score was close-7 to 6 in favor of Reinhardt High-but it couldn't show how poorly the game had been played.
Mike vaulted over the retaining wall and went over to Heather. Without the briefest hesitation, he lied, "Sure a heartbreaker to lose a game like this, isn't-it?"
Heather was a real heartbreaker. She smiled, then nodded, a cascade of honey blonde hair shimmering around her shoulders, "Right. And we came so close!"
Mike didn't care how they came, as long as they both did!
"How about going over to Mary J's and getting a coke? Your throat must be parched from all that shouting and hollering you were doing. And you must be really tired out. That's got to take a lot of energy." His eyes met her green ones squarely.
"Lots of things take energy, but it's a lot of fun. With some of them." Heather smiled radiantly and moved a little closer to Mike. He was thinking of all the ways he could burn up energy so they would both enjoy it-and Heather could cheer all she wanted!
"Let's go, then."
"Okay. But ... you're not afraid Rich will object? I mean, well, we've been going together all year...." Heather was watching to see what Mike's reaction would be.
"Years get shorter all the time. Must be the season or something."
Together, they went to Mary J's. While they were seated close to each other, side by side, Rich and three of the others on the football team came in. Rich's face turned a fiery red when he saw Mike holding Heather's hand-pressed firmly against her protruding boob.
"YOU! The twerp! Leave. This is my chick."
Heather jumped a foot at the bull roar. But Mike wasn't surprised. He had seen them come in and was ready. His mind was a pool of deadly calm, his body tense, yet loose enough to move.
"Hi, Rich. Lost another one, huh?" Mike watched Rich get even redder in the face, the teenager's zits standing out like fiery red beacons. Then Mike added, "Tough to have a losing season-in everything."
Heather squeezed Mike's hand and said, "Maybe you'd better go. I don't want a scene or anything...."
Like hell you don't, Mike thought. This is turning you on. Which is why I'm even bothering!
"She's no one's property, Rich. Not even yours."
Rich reached out and grabbed Mike by the collar and lifted him shoulder high. Mike got to his feet, placed his right thumb on the inside of the football player's left wrist and turned. To Rich's surprise, Mike easily broke the grip on his collar.
"Want me to break your wrist for you, Rich?" Mike's voice was cold and level.
Rich yanked his hand free of the delicate grip. "You fag! I'll break your pansy neck for you!" Rich swung a meaty ham of a fist. In a motion too quick to see, Mike grabbed wrist and elbow and easily tossed Rich flat onto his back. As the football player rolled to his stomach and started to lift himself on his hands, Mike kicked his arms out from under him.
The football player's face smashed into the floor. When Rich rose, his nose was broken.
He didn't say a word. He clutched his bleeding nose and fled.
His three buddies didn't. They exchanged looks and one of them said menacingly, "You should'na done that, punk." The football player took a short step forward. The next thing he knew, a sharp pain lanced through his foot, and he was sailing through the air. Mike had stomped on the teenager's instep, then easily tossed him with a simple tsuri komiashi. Before the guy had hit the ground, the two others attacked.
An elbow to the stomach followed by a knee to the chin stopped one quickly. The other paused, reached into a back pocket and pulled out a switchblade.
There was a dull click! as the blade flashed open, "You're gonna get cut up, wise ass. I'm gonna fix your fuckin' wagon but good!"
Mike hadn't really hurt any of the others. This guy was in for some real pain. Mike let the blade slide past his body as the football player lunged. He took the wrist in a deceptively gentle grip. As he tugged backwards, the football player's feet seemed to leap out from under him. Mike continued pressing backwards and a dull snap! resounded through the restaurant.
Mike had broken the teenager's arm. As the guy lay on his back, Mike gave an added twist and dislocated the arm at the shoulder. In a voice too low for anyone but the prone attacker and Heather to hear, Mike snarled, "Ever pull a knife on me again and I'll kill you."
The scream of sirens disturbed the peace of the scene and in a moment the place was crawling with cops.
The switchblade had mysteriously vanished and all the cop saw was a guy in a letter jacket holding his arm. "Awright, what's going on here?"
The proprietor of Mary J's began babbling how the football team had attacked Mike. His account was barely comprehensible.
The cop took one look at Mike's slender figure, then laughed, "Yeah, sure. This ninety-eight pound weakling just beat up four lettermen on the football team. And I'll bet you tell me next that Raquel Welch's really some guy in drag." Without saying another word, the cop stalked out of Mary J's. Silence still hung like a pallor over the restaurant.
Mike said to Heather, "Let's get out of here."
"Sure, Fred, anything you say!" Adoration shone brightly in her eyes. Mike smiled. The entire scene had been for her benefit. It really amazed him how she got off on violence. He thought she was going to have an orgasm when he broke that last guy's arm for him. But it'd been stupid to pull a blade on a Green Beret.
Then Mike laughed. A Green Beret? They thought he was seventeen years old!
"I want to see the stadium again. Why don't we go there? I guess it must be pretty deserted after a football game...."
Heather quickly said, "Oh, yes, no one sticks around after we lose a game. Everyone's so down, you know?"
Mike knew who'd be going down real soon. Heather even moved closer to him when he began squeezing her ass.
They wandered to the top of the stadium as the sun was setting. Mike pulled Heather close to him and said, "The only thing lovelier than the sunset is you standing in front of it!"
Heather looked up into Mike's brown eyes. "You're so different. I mean, that accident did things to you. What was it like? The pain, I mean?"
"I can't say. I was knocked out most of the time." Mike had been right. Pain was where it was at with this chick.
"And the way you dumped Rich. The look on his face was precious! And what you did to Charlie! Did you break his arm?"
Mike began to run his hands up under Heather's sweater. He undid her bra snaps, then moved his groping hands up under the cups of her bra. He told her, "Broke his arm, then dislocated his shoulder." Mike felt the girl's nipples snap to attention when he told her what he had done to the football player.
"And he was the only one on the team with a good passing arm!" Heather put her arms around Mike's neck and kissed him. She started gently, then crushed his lips to hers until Mike almost cried out in pain. Heather's teeth seemed to mash his lips unmercifully.
In return, Mike squeezed her tits as hard as he could-which was very hard. He felt the soft flesh begin to change shape and flow like putty under his grip. The nipples on top of her mountainous tits had gotten granite hard. His thumbs brutally shoved the aroused pebbles into the marshmallowy soft bases.
Heather moaned, "Ooooowwww, that feels heavenly! I ... I ... hurt me, Fred! Crush my body with yours!".
Mike pulled the girl down to the rough wood planking of the stadium seats. With a quick motion, he had her out of the cobalt blue sweater. As Heather had her arms raised together above her head, her jugs swung together. The restraining strap of her bra had already been undone. Mike drank in the blonde's beauty as he would a deep draft of good beer.
Heather's tanned belly was slightly domed. She began to shiver as Mike put his hand on the gentle curve and began to stroke back and forth. He increased the pressure and began to massage her stomach. His other hand flipped off the useless bra.
Heather was gloriously naked to the waist. In the dim twilight, her snow white tits seemed to glow against the contrasting tanned skin of her midriff and arms. Mike thought she should really sunbathe in the nude. She could get a complete tan that way.
"You're lovely, Heather, absolutely lovely!" Mike dived down and took one of the rock-hard nipples into his mouth. He sucked in the entire top of the ruddy crested boob, then began to gnaw. Mike ran his tongue over the aroused nubbin of flesh until Heather squirmed and-thrashed about with passion.
On a sudden impulse, he bit down on her nipple hard enough to hurt.
Heather climaxed. She cried out, "AAAAIEEE! OOOOHHHH!! and threw her arms around Mike's neck and pulled his face down even harder in to her tit.
Afraid he would bite off her nipple, Mike released his death's grip on her tiny mushroom of nipple. But he continued to run his teeth up and down the sides of her creamy white cone of tit. Heather's jug couldn't possibly fit into Mike's mouth. It was simply too big.
But Mike tried to cram all of the quivering, aroused flesh in. His teeth ran down the slopes of the jug and left a red track behind each of his teeth. Mike then went back up the silky slope, closing his jaws as he went. He left more fiery red tracks in the white skin.
Heather was almost wild with ecstasy.
Mike gripped her other tit with his hand, then began to squeeze powerfully and rhythmically. The combined action of his teeth on one tit and his hand, along with his fingernails, gouging at her other knocker pushed Heather to the abyss of orgasm again. Mike hung on for dear life as the blonde cheerleader screamed out her passions and let the ocean of orgasm wash through her body.
Mike went back to Heather's mouth. He had to brush a strand of her hair away from her lips, then he took both of her lips into his mouth with a lewd sucking noise. Trapped within the dental prison of his teeth, the girl's lips seemed to tremble in anticipation. When Mike bit down on the fleshy ridges, Heather moaned even louder than she had before.
The man ran his tongue up and down the girl's lips, then plunged his oral organ into the cavity of her mouth. There, Mike briefly duelled with Heather's tongue to lure it into his mouth.
As the tip of the cheerleader's tongue passed his teeth, Mike bit down hard. Coordinated with that was sudden and painful pressure on Heather's knockers. The three areas of pain seemed to trigger nerves in her body that usually went unattended. She felt her cunt begin to sluggishly flow, something that seldom happened.
As Mike continued to brutalize her lips and boobs, Heather felt her body react more and more strongly. She had gotten off several times when Mike had given her pain. Now, she was feeling the strange and distant itch between her legs, far up her cunt. She needed a man's cock inside her!
Heather tossed her head aside and moaned out, "Fuck me, Fred, fuck me until you hurt meeee! Ooooohhhh!"
Mike pressed down firmly on the cheerleader's firm, taut belly as he moved his mouth around to an exquisitely formed earlobe. When the man bit down on the pendulous earlobe, a lance of pain surged into Heather's head. The barriers of pleasure and pain blurred in her body.
The intense pain caused her body to convulse once in ecstasy. Another orgasm ripped through her being.
Heather shook her head and sent a swirl of blonde hair orbiting around her. In the pale light of the rising moon, it appeared to be a halo. Mike had the momentary thought that this was an angel, but not an angel of mercy. She was an angel living to feel pleasure from pain. An angel demanding gratification from agony.
Mike was fascinated with the way the girl was reacting to his rough treatment. He had to admit he rather enjoyed the feeling of superiority he had over her. Each time she moved, he could hurt her and give her all the joy she could bear.
But Mike could get his kicks from this kind of treatment only so long. His cock was hard and pressed with insistent urgency against his jeans. He'd have to stuff that mighty cock of his into a female orifice soon to get off, or he'd cream all over himself.
Mike thought that would be an incredible waste with such a willing and completely submissive chick like Heather at his command. It was just a matter of how he wanted to fuck her.
Heather's lovely face would look good having a cock stuffed into it. A hard, throbbing cylinder of sheer carnal lust fucking her face.
Mike wasn't sure if that was really what he wanted or not-but it would do until he could think of something better!
"Go ahead and start sucking on my cock, you sultry bitch!" Mike had dropped his jeans and slipped out of his shorts. With a shrug of his shoulders, he had gotten completely naked. He presented his cock to the blonde's lips.
When she didn't immediately take his prick into her mouth and start sucking, Mike grabbed his tool and firmly rammed it between Heather's lips. Still unresponsive, Mike slapped her.
The sharp tingle of pain lighted the fires of lust within her body again, and Heather became a fanatic on giving Mike the pleasure he had been giving her. She started sucking and giving head like a pro.
Mike gasped when he felt her wet, rough tongue wash across the head of his lust-aroused prick. Heather started to suck like a milking machine as she tongued the man's organ buried in her mouth. With the added stimulus of fondling the hairy sac containing his balls, the girl was giving her share of mouth-love to Mike.
Mike sat back and enjoyed for a while. He felt Heather's tongue circle the rim of his dick, then suck in his entire length. When she tried to bite down on his cock, he slapped her hard. Mike thought that the sexy cheerleader had smiled a little as she resumed the blow job.
She was one fucked-up chick. But sexy. And attractive. And one that Mike was getting progressively hotter for. He'd fuck her before long.
He felt his dong begin to throb with new blood frantically pumped into the length. When Mike sensed that he was nearing his own orgasm, he pulled his tool from Heather's mouth. She seemed reluctant to let him leave. She pursed her lips around his prick as it slid out with a wet popping noise.
"Get those silly pants and the ridiculous skirt off! NOW!" Mike leaned forward on the girl's body, clutching at her jugs. He gripped both of her tits in a vise grip and twisted. The rotary motion made Heather think that the man intended to rip her mountainous boobs from her chest. The pain assured her that he cared for her, would do anything to give her a good lay.
Both of them were completely naked in the deserted stadium. The twilight had given way to the velvety blackness of night. A few lights from a shopping center gleamed in the distance and stars shone down on them from above. Otherwise, there was no light but the pale moon.
Mike felt himself grow even harder when he saw Heather completely naked for the first time. The moonlight cast eerie shadows on her body, highlighted different parts of her voluptuous body. The cheerleader's tanned skin seemed golden. Her jugs and a thin band around her flaring hips that included her pussy mound were a marble white. Heather's golden hair sparkled as if it were truly made of gold. The tiny patch of hair between her legs seemed to be the golden fleece Jason had hunted for so long ago.
The man had the passing thought that Heather might have been a modern day Medea, a witch of incredible beauty and devious ways.
"Spread those legs, girl. I'm going to fuck you!" he commanded.
Heather seemed to be lost in a dream world of her own creation. She parted her legs without a moment's hesitation, however. Mike stared at the beckoning cunt and knew he could not withstand the Circe's call.
He moved forward and quickly rammed his dong into her cunt, then shivered a bit. As the man began a slow, methodical fucking, the blonde cheerleader started to moan constantly. Her words were slurred with lust, but it spurred Mike on.
He delighted in being between those twin pillars of Heather's legs. Her cheerleader practice had made her limbs strong and supple. Mike felt the ripple and play of her muscles as he fucked her. The teenager was totally at his command as long as she was impaled around his delving prong.
Mike felt the friction on his tool, the lubrication of Heather's cunt juice letting him slip and slide more easily along her love tunnel. When he gripped both of her doughy tits and squeezed, Mike almost came. Heather's cunt seemed to collapse around his length. When he gave her pain, she gave the ultimate human pleasure possible.
Mike reached under Heather's ass and lifted her buttocks off the planking of the stadium seats. He inserted his hands between her asscheeks and separated the hunks of meat. Mike twisted and pulled as he fucked.
Heather had another orgasm. Mike had truly unlocked the sexual secrets of this ravishing creature and could do with her as he wished.
The electrical surges that volted into his body told Mike that he was approaching his orgasm again. It seemed a shame to him to come so quickly. He had given Heather so many climaxes he had lost count. And she was still lost in her carnal paradise. But he hardly had begun to get heated.
The smooth silkiness of Heather's inner thighs on his body gave Mike the perfect idea. He looked at the passion-wracked teenager stretched out in front of him on the bench and knew that she wouldn't care what he did to her. This opportunity might not present itself again soon.
He vowed he was going to fuck Heather's marvelous thighs. It was something that had occurred to him on the spur of the moment. Mike wasn't sure how it would work-but he was going to try!
Mike needed as much lubrication as possible for this scheme of his. He positioned himself between those succulent, tender thighs, moved his fiery red, pulsating prick to the doors of Heather's cunt, then shoved forward as hard as he could. He penetrated his full seven inches.
Heather moaned anew as Mike fucked into her tight, teenaged cunt. Mike knew that few men had ever been inside this chick. She might sleep around, but she did it selectively and with few guys. Probably, there were too few that could understand her need to be abused. Her desire to see and experience pain probably put a lot more of them off.
Mike had no such compunctions. All he was interested in was a hot pussy and a willing woman. What he had to do to get those worthy goals was almost immaterial to the man. Mike had done some bizarre things in his day and would do more now that he had been granted an extra twenty years of youth.
The fountain of youth-and he'd use it to sexually explore the vast wilderness of carnal knowledge that he had missed the first time around!
Mike pulled out of Heather's heaving cunt with a sucking noise. She had used those well-trained stomach muscles to clamp firmly down on his length as he was buried full hilt in her twat. The seeping cunt juice began to flow faster and faster as the girl was really turned on.
The pain had been the ticket, the entry price to her quim. Now that Mike had paid his admission price, he could do whatever he wanted to with the sexy blonde cheerleader. And the lusty man intended to make Heather cheer loudly when he was finished. If she had the energy!
He fucked faster and faster into her manhole to lubricate his manhood. His pillar of cock expanded slightly each time he shoved into her belly until Mike thought he would pop. That was the last thing he wanted to do.
All he intended right now was to soak his prick in the girl's wonderful cunt juice, get as slick and slippery as he could, make his own vagina from her legs, and then fuck the hell out of those silky thighs!
"Fu ... fuck me harder, Fred. Please, I ... I ... aaaaaiiiieee!"
Mike ignored the girl's thrashing about as he felt her quim contract around his pillar of lust. He was accomplishing his goal. And the cheerleader had already gotten off more times than he could count. It was his turn to see what he could do.
He enjoyed the tight sheath of female flesh around his dick. Heather was steamy hot inside and the liquid, squishy feeling each time he fucked into her cunt was a delight. Mike felt the slow fuse of lust ignite and burn back along the length of his mighty seven-inch dong. When the flames of carnal need reached his balls, a new sensation ripped through his body. He was filled with burning napalm.
The girl was working his cock over with her cuntal muscles, squeezing and clamping down on him like she was some sort of human vise. The inner oils of her pussy that he wanted on his cock felt like they were seeping into his male organ. Mike was sure that his cock was a sponge for her hot juices. That her love liquids would make him permanently slippery.
"Okay, Heather, time to cut this out. You can get any stud to fuck that tight little cunt of yours. I want your legs pressed together as tight as you can get them!"
Mike's voice seemed to fall on deaf ears. Heather was lost in her own wonderland of sex.
To get her attention, Mike reached forward and pinched the aroused nubbins on top of each of the cheerleader's jugs. The blonde girl shrieked with the pain, then her lovely green eyes opened. She stared at Mike as if only vaguely understanding where she was or who he was. "Wha...?"
"Get those thighs of yours together. NOW! You little slut, now!" Mike grabbed Heather's knees as he pulled out of her clutching cunt. With brutal strength he shoved her legs firmly together. Her knees pressed tight together, he applied brutal strength to her thighs until the fleshy, smooth skin rubbed.
The blonde's inner thighs were touching.
Mike bent the girl's legs back until her knees touched her boobs, then maneuvered under her calves. His dong, rigid and well oiled from its many trips up and down Heather's cunt, slipped between her thighs.
Mike gasped when he felt the satiny skin caress his cock. He started to fuck back and forth between the cheerleader's thighs, the tanned flesh pulling slightly at the skin on his dick. The contorted position he forced Heather into gave her some measure of pain; it also was pleasurable to her.
The sensitive nerves on her inner legs had never been stimulated in this way before. She'd never had her luscious thighs fucked. And the experience turned her on. She delighted in pain. The unusual was also spice for her sexual appetites, which were huge and virtually insatiable.
Mike enjoyed the feeling of his cock surging between Heather's legs. He was surrounded by the tanned skin of her legs. It wasn't as tight a fit as he'd found inside her cunt, but it was a decidedly different feeling. It was bizarre and not a little kinky to fuck the chick's slender, well-fleshed thighs. He always was a leg man, and this had to be the ultimate consummation for a guy who dug lower limbs.
He was fucking two of the most gorgeous thighs he had ever seen. Heather moaned as she became progressively more excited, but it was Mike who was really getting off. Here in the stadium, under the stars, on a rough wooden bench, he was fucking the most gorgeous cheerleader in the school!
And how he was fucking her!
Mike felt the flames of desire that had blazed in his groin burst throughout his body and consume him with total lust. He fucked faster and harder, his balls slapping into Heather's legs as his dick slipped between her thighs to emerge on the topside of her legs. In the position he had bent her, the tip of his cock impacted against her belly.
Mike sensed his glans rubbing against the smoothly muscled expanse of Heather's taut, slightly domed stomach. He began rotary motion to his screwing and found even more pleasure!
By careful positioning, he was soon able to run the tip of his cock into the excited girl's belly button. Her navel seemed the perfect target as Mike fucked through her legs, the friction if his prick on her tanned, tawny skin burning away his carefully accumulated cunt juice.
Before either knew it, the sweat from their bodies was providing the lubrication Mike needed to continue his fucking.
Mike shoved through his leggy cunt and stuffed the head of his dick into Heather's navel. Mike dug in his toes and shoved even harder as if trying to fuck the lustrous blonde's deep depression in the middle of her stomach.
"Oh, yessss, yesss!" Heather managed to moan out as Mike continued his vastly different lovemaking.
"Right on, baby, right on!" Mike cried as he retreated, then fucked through his artificially created vagina of thigh again. This time when he descended to Heather's navel, the fires of passion blazed too high in his belly. He came, spewing his come into her belly button and all over her stomach.
Mike gushed out gallon after gallon of his pent up come. His jism smeared across the beautiful teenager's belly to gleam phosphorescent in the moonlight.
Mike continued to fuck Heather's delectable thighs until he could no longer maintain his hard-on. He felt his cock growing flaccid. It was with deep regret that he allowed the girl's legs to spill to either side of his body.
He had wanted to continue fucking her legs all night long. But looking down at the contented look on Heather's face, framed in the gold and silver beams of the moonlight, he knew that he should be content. He'd done something he had never tried before-and it had been absolutely marvelous.
Heather had the most perfect legs and thighs he'd ever seen on a woman. And he had actually gotten her to let him fuck through them!
The cheerleader reached out her slender fingered hands and began to rub the sperm and se men on her belly in large circles. When her hands were totally covered with the sticky jism, she began to fondle her own mountainous tits.
Mike had never seen a chick get off so much on such simple thighs. He thought she was going to have another orgasm right then and there.
The idea dawned on him that he could probably fuck her again if he played his cards right. Mike pulled Heather's tapered legs back up over his head and dived for the juicy little slit between her legs. His mouth closed over her snatch, and he began to tongue her with all the gusto and passion he could muster.
When he was hard again, they fucked once more.
Heather's loud, long cheers heartened him as he led the team of two to another touchdown. It was past midnight before they left the stadium, both content and satiated from their lovemakings.
Mike virtually floated home on a cloud. He had achieved a goal he thought he'd never see in his life. He had fucked the most perfect legs in the world.
Judy thought he was high on dope when he made love to her. She'd seldom seen him so eager or coltish when he fucked her.