Chapter 1
My name is Ann Winter. I'm pretty sure that you have never heard of me, but I have made quite a name for myself in the world of athletics. I'm not exactly what you might call a lady jock, but ever since I was a little girl, I have always been intrigued by the masculine mystique, the heroes that all male athletes were made into. The homage and adoration given to these men was, I'm sure, justly deserved. But I was determined to prove that women, as well as men, were fully capable of earning these awards on the athletic field.
Now don't get me wrong. I'm not a woman's libber. I still believe very firmly in the concept of male supremacy. If not in the home, or in employment, or even on the playing field, then at least in bed. I'm not the kind of woman to beat a man in a sport and then assume that he can't do anything else right, either, as you will soon find out.
I believe that women should be women and men should be men, but that the twain can sometimes meet. There are so many different fields of endeavor that women have been banned from, things that they can do rather easily and the same holds true for men. Women run the risk of being called butch, for no good reason and men are afraid that they will be laughed at and called fairies for doing something like knitting. The whole situation has gotten quite ridiculous, if you ask me.
When I was a little girl, I used to watch the football players on TV and I would think how big and strong and handsome they all looked. I wanted very much to meet them when I grew up, but I never dreamed that I would someday get the opportunity to actually play their sports against them. And to make love to a whole lot of them, too.
Despite what you may be thinking, I'm not a hulking, six-feet-ten-inch monster, the kind of girl that only the biggest guy on the school basketball team would go out with, because there wouldn't be anyone else for him to see and not look like a fool next to. I'm not exactly short, either. Although I stand 5'8” in my bare feet, I only weigh 130 and I still manage to look, dress and act like Momma's little girl.
When I went to high school, I tried out for the football team. They said anyone could try out, so I figured, why not? They didn't say that any boy could try out, they said anyone. So when I showed up for the tryouts in my gym shorts and sneakers, with my long, straight blonde hair tied back in a pony tail, I was bewildered at the hysterical laughter of the boys on the team. I didn't know why they were laughing. I figured it was because the coach had taken a look at me and his mouth had dropped to the floor.
All of the guys trying out were laughing at him and this made him mad. He finally restored order and sat down to address the team. He made a short speech about how anyone who made the team would make it on his own, with no favoritism shown to anyone. He didn't look my way once during the whole talk, but everyone knew exactly who he was talking to.
Finally, when it came the time for the actual tryouts, I felt very confident. I had played a lot of football, in fact, I had played a lot of different sports with my Dad and my two brothers and I thought that I had a pretty fair shot at making the team. I decided that the position I would best be suited for was halfback, for several reasons. I was pretty small, compared to the rest of the team and I was a lot more fragile. But I made up for these shortcomings with my fair speed and my deceptive moves. I knew that I was going to give them a hell of a time, if nothing else.
One of the boys who was trying out for quarterback came over to me. His name was Billy and he had been watching me during the meeting. He wasn't like most of the guys. Some of them hadn't quite discovered girls yet, but almost all of them were regarding me as a freak, instead of a girl with the courage to try something different.
But not Billy. He said that he admired me for trying and I knew that he secretly liked me, too. He said that we would work together, when we could. He would try to give me as many chances with the ball as he could and I would do my best to make him look good. By working together and helping each other out, we both stood a much better chance of making the team.
Well, the time came for our first play from scrimmage. Billy handed the ball off to me and I saw an opening in the defensive line that I could get through. Well, as soon as I started to run through, three huge boys from the opposing squad came toward me, all at once. I never knew the meaning of terror until then. This was one aspect of the game that had escaped me until now. It didn't look all that bad on TV. They looked like they were having fun, even when they were getting hit. I found out that it wasn't all that much fun to get hit.
Another thing that I found out was that boys will be boys, even football-playing boys. As I went down under the three of them, which seemed like the weight of about ten of them, I felt their horny little fingers, clutching and grabbing underneath my gym shorts. I felt three hands, digging and scratching, trying to get under my panties. One of them did and by the time they got up, I was lying there, quite sore all over my body and even in between my legs.
This was not fair, I thought and I knew that something was going to have to be done about it and soon. It wasn't as if I was still a virgin, or anything. Riding a horse for several years, as a kid, getting into the athletic sports as a youngster, and my handsome big brother, had taken care of all that. It was just the fact that I didn't like being manhandled, literally, by some of these oafs. If they were handsome, they could still take the time to introduce themselves properly and even take me out on a date, if they wanted to. But, I decided, there had been enough of that stuff. They would soon find out that I meant business and I wasn't going to get pushed around.
On the next play, Billy handed off to me again. I saw another hole open up in the defensive line and I plunged through. This time, two of the guys who had tackled m e so roughly on the previous play again moved toward me. They brought me down to the ground. One of them had one of his arms tightly around my rather ample breasts, and as I hit the ground, I could feel two hands on my legs, making their way higher. With that I brought my knee firmly up into the groin of one and I planted my elbow solidly into the other one's head.
The coach didn't know what the hell was going on, but he was blowing his whistle like crazy and he came running over.
"What the hell are you doing?" he shouted, looking in amazement at the two fallen players on the ground.
"I am still a lady, despite the fact that I like to play football," I told him. "And I better be treated like one, not just like one of the guys."
This really confused him. "I have to treat everybody equally. I can't make exceptions for anyone, even players who are built a little differently."
"Well," I told him, "I wonder what you would do if all of your players started grabbing each other's dicks in the huddle."
His face turned red and he didn't have the slightest idea what to say or do next. He just stood there in wonder, really too embarrassed to say anything else. I returned to the huddle and the players, who were all quite embarrassed themselves, shook their heads and continued to play.
All of them had been embarrassed, that is, except Billy. He had been laughing hysterically through the whole scene.
The tryouts continued for the next few days and I was not the best player there, but I was by no means the worst. I was making steady progress and I thought for sure that I was going to make the team.
But you have to remember that this was in a pre-enlightened era, before women's liberation had opened the doors for us to a host of previously taboo areas.
On the final day of the tryouts, when the cuts were made, the coach called me into the athletic office.
"Miss Winter," he said, his head bowed, " this is going to be the most difficult job I have ever had as a coach."
I knew right then what was coming.
He continued. "I have been the coach at this high school for quite a few years. I have coached many fine athletes. Some of them have gone onto college squads and some of them are playing professional ball today. I am proud of my reputation as a coach and I'm quite sure that you could get almost any one of my rival coaches to admit that they would rather face almost any team in the league than one of mine."
I almost felt like telling him to hurry up and get to the point. I knew what it was, anyway.
But he was trying very hard to waste as much time as he could, as if putting it off would make the truth a little easier to take.
"I know that you know I am an old-timer, a man who doesn't react easily to change, or to new styles, fads or fashions. But I want you to know that, if there were anything in my power to do, I would most certainly do it, to keep you on this team. In my opinion, you are the finest female football player I have ever seen and I would most certainly have you on the team, if not for the unfortunate events that have taken place."
I looked at him, and I didn't have the slightest idea what he was talking about.
He reached into his desk, pulled out s letter, took it out of its envelope and handed it to me. I opened it up and the first thing that hit me was the heading, from the Parent-Teacher Association of the school.
The letter said, in fact, that this school has had a proud tradition, dating all the way back to the 1800's and that no one there had ever heard of such a ludicrous idea as having a woman on one of the athletic teams. They informed the coach that it was up to him to either get rid of me, or they would get rid of him.
I looked up at him and he still had his head bowed. "I wanted to persuade them, I tried, I actually thought I might have a chance. After all, it would have been good for the morale of the school and we would be pioneers in something new. But they just wouldn't listen."
I almost felt sorry for him. He seemed sincere, like he really wanted to have me on the team, but it was out of his hands. I got up and left his office, fighting to hold back the tears.
I thought that maybe I could fight it, maybe I could go to the PTA myself and explain my case. But I had dealt with them before and I knew that they were quite stubborn and that once they had made up their minds about something, there was no changing them.
I walked dejectedly back to the empty classroom that had been serving as my locker room and when I got there, I sat down and cried. I didn't care who saw me, I just felt like the biggest disappointment in the world had come to me.
As I sat there, Billy came up to the door. He knocked and I wiped off my eyes to answer it. When I saw that it was him, I began to cry all over again.
"Hey, now," he was saying, trying to comfort me. "There's no need to go through all of this. After all, football isn't the only thing in the world to do."
I looked at him. He was acting like a typical man, trying to make me feel good about something that I couldn't do. But I looked into his handsome eyes and I saw his sincere smile and I knew that he meant what he was saying and that he was only trying to make me feel better,
"I'll tell you what," he said, "I'll take you out tonight. We can go to a movie or something. And I bet that in the morning, you'll have forgotten completely about football."
I looked at him, not completely sure what he had meant by that last statement. But he was smiling that innocent smile of his and I felt good to know that someone thought about me.
"It's a date," I said.
When I got home, I was almost ashamed to face my father and my two brothers. After the initial feeling that they had had, that I was crazy or joking, about trying out for the team, they eventually became my strongest supporters and they would surely be disappointed now.
When I told them, they first felt sad, but then, sensing my disappointment, they cheered up. "Oh, it's not the worst thing in the world, you know. And besides, what if one of those guys tackled you the wrong way and we didn't like it?" my brother was telling me. "We might have to come down from the stands and wipe up the field with the other team."
They were doing their best to make me laugh, and they always did, when I was feeling down. Soon, I forgot about the whole thing and I got ready to go out that night with Billy.
He came to pick me up at eight o'clock. He looked very handsome, in his suit and tie. I had never really noticed how handsome he was, because I had become used to seeing him in gym shorts and a tee shirt, with dirt all over him. Now that I was at last getting a chance to see what he really looked like, he was turning me on.
We went to the movies. He had been suggesting all kinds of movies to me, corny old things that I had never had the slightest intention of seeing. I guess it was because he didn't want to offend me and he probably really didn't know where to take me. After he had named almost every movie that was playing in the town, I made a suggestion.
"Why don't we go to see 'Love's Lust Lost' at the theater downtown? It's only a dollar."
He looked at me as if I had three heads. He probably couldn't believe that I had actually suggested going to see a dirty movie, but I had and as the realization slowly hit him, his face broadened into a wide grin.
"Okay," he said, "but you'll have to promise that you won't attack me," he laughed.
"I don't think I can promise anything like that," I said, glancing down at the swelling bulge in his pants.
We went to the movie and as we sat there in the theater, he finally raised up enough courage to put his hand on my shoulder. I reached up to it and put it back onto his lap. I sat there, trying to imagine what was going on in his mind. Oh, shit, I fucked up, he must have been thinking. I turned and looked at him and he was staring nervously ahead at the screen. I laughed and took his hand in mine.
I put it up under my dress and I placed my own hand on his cock. It was big and swollen and I wondered how long it had been that way. His fingers moved nervously up and down my thighs and I was getting hot. But his hands were cold and clammy and I looked at him.
"Relax," I whispered in his ear.
He smiled and started to sit back and relax.
I reached for the zipper of his pants. He squirmed in eager anticipation of what was to come. I finally managed to get the zipper open, despite his fidgeting and I took his long, swollen prick completely out of his pants.
Billy was beside himself. I had the feeling that, if I didn't work quickly, he would soon be coming all over himself, just from the touch of my hand. I began to wonder if he was a virgin, but I figured that it really didn't matter.
I began to stroke his prick, sliding my fingers up and down on it, in a three-fingered hand job. He was enjoying this greatly, so much so that he almost forgot about me. His fingers had stopped moving on me and I wanted him to get moving again.
"C'mon, do me, too," I whispered to him.
This sort of woke him up and he began to caress my thighs. This wasn't good enough for me, although it was exciting me. I let go of his prick long enough to take his fingers in mine. I slipped them underneath my panties and suddenly Billy knew where to take over. I guess he had only been waiting for the go-ahead signal, to let him know that it was all right to stick his fingers into me. I resumed my hand-job, enjoying it thoroughly, if not for the sensation I was getting from or giving to Billy, then only for the blissful expression on his face.
Now Billy had his fingers inside my panties, massaging my thighs as high up as they went. Then he rubbed around the space between my legs for awhile, curling the pubic hair in his fingers. He rubbed my clit, massaging it tenderly between his loving fingers. I was creaming generously now and his fingers became wet with the juice from my pussy. I wanted him, I wanted him on top of me, right here and now, fucking me, taking my whole body and fucking it, making me cream under the weight of his prick and giving me the delirious sensation of the orgasm we would share.
I was hot and Billy knew it. He placed the tip of his finger gently into the opening of my pussy. He rubbed the lips tenderly, massaging them with the slippery fluid that was flowing freely from me. At the same time, the cream from his dick was slipping slowly out, lubricating the head and I knew that Billy was ready to come. I could feel the head of his dick pounding and I knew that it was going to be a big mess very soon, unless I did something. So I did something.
There was hardly anyone in the theater, so I didn't have to worry much about what anyone was going to say. I bent over and held my head firmly over Billy's prick. The sensation of my mouth on his organ must have been more than poor Billy could stand, for he squirmed and his hips lifted slightly off of the seat in a spasm. Seconds later, his prick burst, shooting a hot load of come into my mouth. The first spurt shot and stuck to the roof of my mouth, where it hung for an instant. Then it dropped to my tongue and I could taste the delicious warmth of it clinging stickily to it. He came in several spurts, filling my mouth with the golden fluid. It seemed to me as if this was the first time in Billy's life that he had ever come, there was so much of it.
After he had finished coming, I licked his dick clean of the white stuff and I kissed it. He seemed as if he was in heaven and I let go of his softening dick.
Billy was practically limp and he had forgotten completely about the finger that he still had firmly lodged up inside of me. I petted his hand and removed the finger gently from me. My pussy quivered, not wanting to let go of the finger that had kept it so nice and warm and comfortable for a little while.
His finger was wet and slimy and now he came to his senses. In a move that really surprised and shocked me, Billy took his finger and licked it, as if he had just finished a finger-lickin' good piece of pie. This sent tingles up and down my spine and made my pussy start to cream all over again. Now I really wanted to fuck. I wanted to get out of that theater and go somewhere that we could be alone.
I whispered to him that I wanted to go and we got up to leave. We left the theater and stepped out into the warm air of the late September evening.
Billy looked at me as if he were in love. "You know, you really do something like that really well," he said awkwardly.
I had other things on my mind and I said so. "Where do you suppose we can go to fuck?" I asked him.
This gave him the look of a little boy on Christmas morning. "Well, uh, uh, I don't know, I don't know, let me think."
It was obvious that Billy was completely beside himself.
I was thinking of places that we could go. I had thought about my house. My father and my brothers would be there and my mother would be home soon. They were pretty liberal folks, but they weren't all that liberal.
"What about your house?" I asked him.
He thought about it for a moment and then he said, "No, I'm pretty sure that everybody is going to be awake and around over there," he said.
We thought for a little while longer and then he came up with an idea. "Say, they're having a PTA meeting at the school tonight, aren't they?"
I thought for a moment and then I remembered that they were. "Yeah, they are, but why? What were you thinking of doing?"
"Well, maybe we could sneak in through one of the back doors and hang out somewhere for awhile, you know?"
I wasn't sure if we were really going to get away with any of this, but I figured oh, what the hell? I agreed and we started off toward the school.
It looked pretty probable at that point that Billy was going to be the starting quarterback for the school team and I admired him for it. But I couldn't help feeling the slightest bit of jealousy and resentment about it, because I knew that there was something I could do too, if only the team and the school hadn't been so narrow-minded. I knew that I would someday have a chance to prove what I could do.
We arrived at the school and the back doors had been left open, so that the parents could exit easily. We went up the stairs, all the way up to the top floor and we went to all of the classrooms, checking to find one that was empty. Nobody was using the rooms on the floor and we finally found an unlocked one.
We knew very well that we were taking the greatest of chances, that if we were found, we would both surely be expelled. But two horny people will take any kind of chances at all.
I had been wondering if Billy would be ready to fuck by this time. After all, he didn't seem as if he had had much experience and I was thinking that I might have had to do a lot of hard work, in order to get him moving.
But such was not the case. Billy closed the door behind us and he reached down to me and immediately took me in his arms and kissed me. We were standing there together, in each other's arms, when we suddenly remembered that we were wasting time. He stepped back from me and led me over to the teacher's desk. He made me lie down on it and when I had, he gently slipped my underpants off from underneath my dress.
I was tingling all over, anticipating the delight for which I was in store. He knelt down in front of me and pushed my dress up over my waist. Then he gazed longingly at the damp space in between my legs, inviting him in for a free sample. The scent reached his nostrils and it whetted his appetite. He put his head in between my legs and he began to lick the lips of my pussy.
I was trembling under his masterful touch. Perhaps he had never done the least little thing to a woman in his life, but he sure knew what to do when he got the opportunity. He wiped his tongue all around my legs, my thighs and my slot and he soon had me quivering and almost ready to come in his face. I was hotter than hot and I wanted him now.
"C'mon, fuck me, Billy," I cried to him.
He looked at me, looked deeply into my eyes and I could see a fire burning deep inside of them. He took down his pants to around his ankles and he lay down on top of me.
I could feel the warmth of his large prick, rubbing gently against my wet hair. I couldn't wait any more and I grabbed it in my hand. This caused Billy to let out a low moan and for a moment I thought that he was ready to come again. I wanted him to fuck me first and I wasn't going to let anything stand in the way of that. I placed his stiff, rigid member into my slot and he pushed gently, oh, so gently in. He really knew what he was doing. He inched it in slowly and by the short while that he was able to get the entire length of it in, I was creaming all over it. It was sliding in and out easily, very well lubricated, I thought and its deep massage was an experience that was overtaking me totally.
I felt the urge to scream. His cock felt so good, pumping deeply, inside of me and then out. I wanted him to put it in as deeply as he could, so I shifted my legs further underneath him. He was driving his shaft into me, pushing it all, with every ounce of his weight, into me. I was hot and soon I felt the rising of the incredible feeling within me. I was going to come and not a moment too soon.
Billy began to come too and I could feel the hot spurts of his come shooting inside of my pussy. The feeling that the warm milk gave me triggered my own reaction and I began to pump furiously with him. My pussy was contracting in deep spasms and I could feel the wet warmth leaking down all around my legs and my ass.
We lay there, drinking in the beautiful feeling that we both had. Finally, he stood up and smiled at me kind of shyly, not knowing what to say. His boyish charm just took me over and I took him by the arm, almost in a mothering sort of way. After all, that is what the strongest of men wanted, only to be mothered.
We went into the bathroom on that floor, and cleaned ourselves off. We walked out of the bathroom in time to hear someone opening the door at the other end of the hall. We made a quick exit out of the door at our end and flew quietly down the stairs.
When we reached the bottom, we looked around to see if anyone was going to see us make our exit. After a few parents passed by, we beat a hasty retreat out of the door and up the block.
It gave me a great satisfaction that I had really pulled one over on the Parent-Teachers Association, to get even with them for the shafting that they had given to me.
We walked home and there were a great many things that we talked about. Billy seemed to want to dwell on the upcoming football season, but my mind couldn't have been further away from that subject if I had tried for it to be. We talked about a lot of things, the movie we had seen, the great fucking we had been doing and school in general.
But I couldn't get the fact that I would not be playing football off of my mind.
One day the leader of the cheerleaders had the nerve to come up to me and ask me if I would like to try out. I yelled so long and loud at her that she was sorry she had ever met me.
When the basketball season came around, I thought seriously about trying out for the team, but I knew that, even if I had made it, it would have been the same old shit. The FTA would step in at the last minute and squash it. I decided to take in most of the games from the sidelines.
I kept seeing Billy throughout high school and I went to all of the football, basketball and baseball games. The main reason was because he was the star of all three squads, but it was really because I kept hoping that someday I would be permitted to play.
In the following three years at the school, I tried out for every team they had to offer. Although my three main sports were football, basketball and baseball, I wanted to be able to play any sport that they would allow me to. They had several girls' teams in various sports, but I was good enough to play with the boys and I wasn't going to settle for anything less.
All of the girls' teams wanted me, because they knew that all kinds of championships would be theirs with me on the teams. But I was not interested. Girls' teams were traditionally overlooked and no one in his right mind would ever pay money to see them. I was trying desperately to raise the level of competition for the women, so that people would pay more attention to them.
As I have said before, I'm not a women's libber. I just don't think that it's very fair at all to have all of the women regarded as good for nothing more than cleaning up the house, cooking and taking care of the children, while the men go out and enjoy themselves. I was determined to change all of that, in whatever way that I could.
When I graduated from high school, the football coach, who had done all he could for me four years before, gave the address to the senior class at the ceremony. He remembered me in his speech, to the embarrassment of the PTA.
In his speech, he commended those members of the school's athletic teams who had fought with valor on the playing fields. He congratulated and thanked the team which had, in the year that I tried out, won a State Championship, bringing honor and glory to the school's already illustrious name.
And he congratulated one student who, by her courageous actions, had opened the doors to the future for a generation of brave students like her. He hoped he said, that the actions she had taken had not been completely in vain, that someday the light of common sense would be shed on several of the faculty windows.
He had been cheered for that address and although he never really made it clear what or whom he was discussing, everyone knew. I felt very proud inside and I thanked everyone for the rousing three cheers I received after the ceremony.
I decided that life for me had been much too slow, too boring in this small town. I longed to get away from it, to see the sights of the big city, to go to a big-time college.
To get another shot at playing some kind of sport, in a place where they would undoubtedly have more open minds about things.
Well, a funny thing happened on my way to college. Between the years spent in high school and the first year I spent in college, the world changed drastically. Men were now dressing like women and vice versa. Long hair was in, short hair was out and it suddenly had become passé to be a jock, an athlete. Everybody wanted to run around doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing and I guess the things I had tried so unsuccessfully to achieve years before were now beginning to catch on.
Upon my arrival at the college, the first thing I noticed was the huge fountain, about a hundred yards away from the main gate. It was a lovely, tree-lined walk to it and the main administration building and I strolled leisurely down the path. Everybody had long hair, and hippies were playing flutes and guitars and the sun was shining and everything was beautiful. I had the feeling that I was going to really like this school.
When I reached the massive fountain, in the main square of the campus, the smell of marijuana smoke instantly reached my nostrils. I looked around the fountain and it seemed as if everyone there was smoking some kind of dope or another. There wasn't a single student there who looked like he belonged there. There weren't any clean-cut, collegiate types. Only long-haired, tattered, dope-smoking hippies.
Far out, I thought.
I was beginning to wonder if there were enough people in the school who were either interested enough or sober enough to play any of the sports offered. I had the feeling that I was going to make more than one of the teams.
I went to my dormitory and discovered that the party was already going on, on the first day of school. People were hanging out everywhere, in the halls, in the bathrooms, on the roof, everywhere. No one seemed to be where he or she belonged. It seemed as if everyone in the school had come for a party in my dorm.
A really handsome, long-haired guy, with wild, spaced-out looking eyes, handed me a joint he had been smoking. I looked at it, not ever having had smoked pot before and I didn't know for sure whether or not I would be safe.
"Go on, it won't hurt you," he said, rather sleepily.
Well, if it put a woolly-looking wild man like him to sleep, I thought, it couldn't do all that much harm to me. So I smoked it.
After about ten minutes, I was rather stoned. I had never felt this way in my life. I was engrossed in everything, the walls, my suitcase, the feel of the bed, I couldn't believe it. I wanted to go outside to explore the rest of the world. I picked up my sweater, for there was a slight breeze outside and I walked out.
When I got out there, I couldn't believe my eyes. I had seen the campus earlier, not a half-hour earlier, but it seemed so very different. It seemed as if I were almost in a dream, like I was in Disneyland or something. Everybody was floating gaily about, they were all on something, I knew. And so was I.
I didn't go to any classes that day and I don't think anyone else in the school did either. Everyone was too busy enjoying the last few fleeting days of summer.
I went back to the dorm that afternoon and the party was still going on. "Hey, man," one pretty stoned-out type said to me, "there's going to be a party in the dormitory across the way tonight. Make sure you go. Gonna be a lot of good dope," he drooled.
I figured that now was as good a time as any to make myself known around the place. I tried to figure out which room I was in and if it was going to be mine for the length of my stay. I was trying to figure out which, if any, of these people, were going to be my roommates. I had the feeling that some of them might even be guys and I began to like the idea, the more I thought about it.
Well, the evening finally came. I had heard through the dormitory grapevine that tonight's party in the other dorm was scheduled to become an orgy about midway through. I figured that I would go and find some good-looking guy and split.
Well, when I got there, it was still early, but there wasn't a clothed body in the place. Everyone was fucking and sucking all over the place and I wondered what would have happened if the school administrators ever decided to pay a visit to the building. If this was what college was going to be all about, then I had the feeling that I was going to enjoy it beyond my wildest dreams.
Two girls walked past me, wearing nothing but their smiles and they invited me in. "C'mon, don't be afraid. Come on in, take your clothes off and join the party."
They had noticed my slight hesitation and they decided that I would be less nervous if I had help. So they began to undress me. I wasn't the least bit afraid, but I had never been to bed with a woman before. The more I thought about what it would be like, the more my curiosity became aroused, not to mention my cunt.
The girls, who both had long afros and fair, almost lily-white skin, were both quite pretty. They finished undressing me and then one took me under the arms and laid me down on the floor. She knelt down on top of me and began to kiss me.
The other one spread my legs wide open. She put her head down in between them and began to lick the lips of my pussy. I was becoming thoroughly aroused and I began to squirm under the impassioned advances of the two girls.
The one who had been kissing me looked up. She saw a guy standing in front of her, someone that she knew. She smiled at him and stood up.
"This is a friend of mine, Bobby. He plays on the football team," she said to me.
I looked up at him, pulling away accidentally from the other girl. She resented that and got up and walked away in anger.
Bobby was the most handsome guy I had seen all day. He had short, not crewcut, but very short hair, the first man I had seen in the school with that length. He was looking down at me and his tremendous cock was swelling.
"See you later," said the girls skipping off and leaving us facing each other.
He walked around to me and got down on his knees. He was beautiful, I thought and I didn't need any further introduction to him. I reached up and put my arms around him and we kissed passionately.
He lay down on top of me and I could feel his huge cock resting, rubbing into my stomach. I opened my eyes and I saw his eyes shut tight, really getting into it.
I looked backwards and over my head, I could see the wild goings-on. People were everywhere, running, jumping, screaming and carrying on. I had never seen so much fucking going on anywhere in my life.
People were practically swinging from the chandeliers, it seemed.
I decided that I was being left out of all the fun, by lying there watching everyone else. I got back into the beautiful hulk of man who was lying on top of me.
We kissed passionately for awhile and then he just took me over completely. He reached down, took his prick in his hand and placed it on the opening of my vagina.
The head of it was immense, but it felt so good, just resting there. Soon it began to inch its way forward and I could feel the width of his shaft moving steadily in and out of me.
I was creaming at an unbelievable rate, the long, slender shaft stimulating me tremendously. All at once, before two minutes had passed, I was seized with the uncontrollable fits that I had known on so many occasions previously. I began to tremble and all at once my being was filled with the tremendous rush, the beautiful orgasm his organ had aroused in me.
It was obvious that he had been stimulated by my orgasm, for almost as soon as I had begun to come, he followed. I was sure that the contractions brought about the stimulation of his cock, for he writhed and heaved in ecstasy on my body. He emptied his load completely into me and I moaned as I felt the hot, long spurts of come, shooting in between my legs.
When he had finished coming, he looked at me with a smile. I smiled back and he withdrew from me. This caused a sensation in my pussy that caused it to wiggle and the come he had deposited shortly before flowed from between the lips of my cunt. It gushed down onto my thighs and made quite a little mess over the floor. We both laughed and he helped me up from the floor.
"You're on the football team, eh?" I asked him.
"That's right," he said."We were the League Champs last year, with every hope of repeating this year."
He really didn't seem to fit in at this orgy, this football playing, All-American type, but I decided that having one friend who might be able to help me out would be the best thing.
"Tell me," I said, "do they have any girls on the team here?"
"No," he said, "but all of the guys on the team have been asking the coach about that. We think it would be good for the morale, something to really help us get up for the game, you know?" He smiled at me in a sly sort of way.
"We haven't really been able to figure out all of the assets that we would have from such a move, but we know that there are a lot we haven't thought about yet. Why?"
I wondered whether or not it was the right thing to do, or the right, time to say it, but I told him why. "Because I was thinking of trying out, that's why."
He looked at me, as if he couldn't believe me. "Hey that'll be great. We really have been looking forward to something like this and all we have to do is persuade the coach to let us try it. I'll tell you what, I'll talk to him about it tomorrow."
He smiled widely and gave, me a buddy-buddy pat on the shoulder. Right then I knew that I had done the right thing.
Everyone was still carrying on in the place, but I decided that I had had enough sex for one night. I picked up my clothes from the floor and I started toward the door. When I reached it, I had begun to put them on, but I noticed that it was dark outside, so I just ran outside and across the field to my dorm.
When I arrived there, several of the students saw me dash up to my room nude and this was all that they needed. They were all the ones who had either declined to go to the orgy across the way, or not known about it. As I slammed the door to my room behind me, I heard the makings of a rumble outside the door. The noise continued for awhile and after I had put my clothes on, I peered out to see what was going on.
Unwittingly, I had begun another orgy, right there in my dorm. This one looked even wilder than the previous one I had attended, but I was having no part of this one. I lay down on the bed and soon, despite all of the noise, I was fast asleep.
The next morning I awoke, pretty tired and decided that it was about time to start attending classes.
All the while that I was sitting in the classes that day, I was thinking about the football team. The tryouts, it had said on the bulletin board, would be held that afternoon and I was ready. I was having a hard time concentrating on any schoolwork and I ended up saying "Fuck it" about midway through the day. I went to my room to relax for the tryouts and soon I discovered that I couldn't even relax properly. I was rarin' to go and I picked up my equipment and headed out to the field.
On my way there, I remembered that I would not be able to use the dressing room that the team used, so I looked around for somewhere that I could get changed. I couldn't find any unlocked rooms in any of the buildings, so I decided that I would have to try and get changed before the team arrived. I got into the locker room and it was empty, so I quickly began changing into my gym shorts and sneakers.
When I had gotten my pants off and I was standing there in my bra and panties, the coach of the team suddenly burst into the locker room. He hadn't expected to see me, or anyone else, for that matter and he almost jumped out of his skin. When he recovered himself and saw me unashamedly standing in front of him in my underwear, with my blonde hair laying gracefully on my shoulders, it was a little too much for his old tired body. He raised an instant hard-on and sat on the bench, gasping for breath.
I walked toward him, eyeing him sexily. His eyes couldn't get enough of my body and he kept staring at my lace panties, with their eyeful of bush sticking through. He was beside himself and he gazed up at me as I arrived at his desk.
"Can-Can I-I help you?" he gulped.
"Maybe you can," I said softly. "I'm here to try out for the football team."
He wasn't sure what to do next. He kept looking down nervously at the space between my legs.
"I want to make it," I said.
He looked at me, as if he was not sure he had heard me correctly.
"The team, that is. And I'll do anything that I can to make sure that I do."
His tongue was practically hanging out of his head now. I moved around behind him and caressed his neck with my hand. I bent over and stuck my tongue in his ear. He seemed like he was ready to come on himself now. I reached down and put a hand on his hard-on. He wanted to turn around, but he was afraid that, if he moved, I would disappear.
"If you want to kiss me, why don't you turn around and do it?" I said to him.
He turned sheepishly around and kissed me. I could feel the hot desire of his breath, as he massaged the inside of my mouth with his tongue.
"C'mon," I said, taking his hand and picking up my clothes. I led him into one of the deeper recesses of the locker room and I threw my clothes down onto the floor. I turned and looked at him and his sad, tired old face seemed as if it had some life in it for the first time in years.
I pulled down my bra and panties and lay on the bench in a totally obscene position. I looked at him and when I saw that he was too hung up gazing at my body, I said, "Well? What are you waiting for?"
He needed no more prompting after this. He pulled down his pants amazingly fast and lay down on top of me. He seemed to be in a great hurry, for he immediately stuck his feeble rod into me. He began pumping furiously, so much so that I told him, "Slow down, you'll give yourself a heart attack." Finally he came and I hardly even noticed him, all the while that he had been on top of me.
We stood up and I said, "Well, I hope that that was good to you. My name is Ann Winter and I hope that I'll be able to play football for the school this year."
He looked at me with a smile and said, "Don't you worry about anything, my dear, I'll do everything in my power to make sure that you get on the team."
I guess it paid off in one way, anyway.