Chapter 3
It was the last class of the day and Jackie was daydreaming. Looking out the window, she could see the football squad going through their warm-up exercises. There was something almost hypnotic about the way their arms moved back and forth, the way their bodies bent and twisted and turned.
She was thinking how similar to fucking it all was.
The teenager couldn't get it out of her head that all those jocks were real studs. That was what the rest of the girls said. Until recently, she'd thought there was something slightly indecent about it. But now, she was beginning to understand.
The attraction would be great, she realized. Those guys were strong, bigger than most of the other guys in high school. To have their strong arms wrapped around her, her legs wrapped around their waists, huge dong ramming repeatedly into her cunt. . .
"Jackie! Do you know the answer or not?" snapped Mr. Reinhardt. He was a shriveled-up prune-of a man and Jackie didn't much like him.
That was one reason it was so easy to daydream in his class. Another was her growing awareness of sex.
"Uh, no sir, I don't guess I do."
"Humph. Try reading your lesson for tomorrow." He glanced down, then said, "Since it's only a few minutes before end of class and it's a Friday, I'm going to let you all go."
Before the words were out of his mouth, the entire class was out the door. And Jackie flowed with them, glad to escape the stuffy classroom.
But what would she do with the few extra minutes? She decided to go down to the practice field and see what she could do about scouting a little cock. She quickly pushed back a thick mane of blonde hair and headed out of the building.
At the field, she realized how much competition she had. She was pretty, there was no doubt about that. Her honey blonde hair gleamed in the sunlight with a luster most models would have envied. And her figure was nothing short of superb. Flaring tits tightly held in by a sweater, trim waist that flowed into very womanly hips, a short skirt hiding her ass and long, tapering legs flashing whitely.
A very attractive package. But the players were all accounted for. Jackie couldn't call the cheerleaders and booster club groupies, although, in a sense, they were. They had merely gotten there first and staked their claims out. She would have to compete with some of the best-looking girls in school.
And what was worse, she'd given the brush-off to more than one of the football team. Back in the old days. Back before she discovered how wonderful sex really was.
Somehow, she just couldn't stand the thought of letting any guy ball her, though. She was selective. And Jackie wanted only the best after the session with her brother. He hadn't mentioned it but she knew he was pleased. And she had been, also. Her brother was a real stud.
And that was what she wanted-a real stud.
Nothing less would satisfy her.
She sat on the sidelines watching the team run scrimmage. Jackie didn't understand the game and didn't much care to find out, either. She was single-minded in her interest. She wanted cock and lots of it.
That gnawing desire in her cunt had grown by leaps and bounds. It now threatened to consume her. She wasn't able to think of anything else but sex. Jackie knew it was an obsession, that she was a child with a new toy. Or so she tried to tell herself.
Deep inside, it was more. The desire was fed by the puritanical upbringing her parents had given her. The sex-is-dirty idea was so totally shattered in one night of wanton fucking, She was beginning to wonder how much else of what they'd taught her was false. Jackie was convinced there was only one way of learning how much hype they'd fed her over the years.
She had to go out and experience life first hand. She had to live it to the fullest, experiencing whatever came her way.
Right now, she wanted to screw the captain of the football team.
But it was obvious he was too wrapped up in a cute little brunette cheerleader. Jackie bitterly thought that little bitch was probably a cock- teaser. She'd lead Fred on, then leave him high and hard.
Jackie would never do that. Ever. The prospect for her ever getting a chance to prove differently to the football player was mighty slim, though. And then she began thinking. .There were ways-and ways. She didn't have to play by the "rules". She could make up her own.
Sudden resolve moved her rapidly through the complicated tunnels and hallways of the sports stadium. She rapidly found the back entrance into the men's locker room.
She'd come this far with the intention of going on in and balling anything that moved, but she was getting cold feet. This wasn't the way to do it. She just couldn't go on into the locker room, walk up to the captain of the football team and say, "Let's fuck."
As she started to retrace her steps, she heard the clatter of cleats on concrete. She looked out from behind a row of lockers and saw Fred trotting in. He dumped his helmet on the bench and collapsed with a tired sigh.
As he lay back on the narrow bench, Jackie's eyes were riveted to the bulge in his pants. That decided the girl. She couldn't back out now. Not when the object of her search was so close at hand.
She quickly unbuttoned her coat and tossed it aside, leaving only the sweater and short skirt on. She'd make do with what she had to work with. There wasn't any other choice.
Stepping out into plain sight, she asked naively, "This isn't the girls' locker room, is it?"
Fred sat up suddenly, his eyes widening in surprise. Then his attentions were totally held by the girl's slender figure. The out-thrusting of her knockers made his mouth water. And the way she stood, hand on one flaring hip, leg stretched straight out in front, gave him a hard-on.
His jock strap killing him, he muttered, "Uh, no, it isn't. How the hell did you ever take the wrong turn and end up here?"
She seemed to glide rather than walk. Through the thick smell of sweat and Clorox, the gentle fragrance of sandalwood perfume came to his nostrils. His eyes were never off her as she sank gracefully down to the bench beside him.
"I get so confused, sometimes. This entire building is so complicated, you know?" Her hand gently reached out and caressed his cheek.
He flushed. Wishing he could flee and knowing he couldn't possibly leave such a ravishing beauty, Fred replied, "Yeah. Uh, look the rest of the team's gonna be here in a couple minutes. You, uh, you.. ."
"A couple of minutes?" she asked, her tongue sensuously making a quick trip around her ruby red lips. "That's plenty of time!"
"Plenty of time for what?"
"For letting you show me how big a stud you are!"
Her hand pressed firmly into his crotch. He couldn't help himself any longer. The pain of having a hard-on while wearing a jock strap was just too much for him. He never said a word as she quickly unlaced his pants and helped him out.
She looked at the elastic and the mighty mound under it. She licked her lips again, then looked up into Fred's eyes. In a low voice, she said, "I don't really think you need this, do you. Wouldn't you rather have .. . this?"
She raised her skirt and showed him her bikini briefs. That was all it took for his cock to scream for release. He almost ripped off his supporter. His cock stood angry-red and quivering in front of his groin. And his eyes simply refused to leave the sexy target the girl was offering him.
His gaze started at her knees and quickly worked up the silky smooth flesh until he came to the bright red panties. He thought he could see corn-silk fine strands of pubic hair poking out around the elastic bands.
''Why don't I just sort of wiggle out of these and let you put that where it belongs?"
Her eyes clearly indicated she was talking about his rigid cock. At that instant, there was nothing he'd rather do than fuck this wanton bitch. He could get tossed off the team, thrown out of school for screwing her in the locker room-and he didn't give a shit. Chances like this didn't come his way every day.
He wasn't the type to pass it up.
Jackie stood. She tucked the hem of her short skirt into her belt, then began working on the red panties. She seemed to have trouble getting them off. Wiggling sinuously, she slipped the waist band down over half the flare of her ass. She pertly turned halfway to give the guy a silhouetted view of her.
He almost lost his wad then and there. He could see the girl's bush billowing out from her pussy mound. And the way her ass was curved, every movement seemed to cause a rippling motion in her soft flesh. She was teasing him. That was certain.
And he could only endure. She was like something not really there to him. A rainbow, pretty and glittering and wonderful-and not there if he tried to touch it. He was certain she would go away just like the rainbow if he tried touching her flushed skin, stroking over that rounded bottom, stuffing his fingers up her gash.
And then the panties slid all the way down her white, tapering legs. She kicked the undies to one side and stood, legs open wide. She held the pose long enough for him to get a full view of her silky bush, the golden triangle of her sex.
Stepping over the bench, she straddled it for a moment before sitting down. The wood was cold and splintery under her tender ass. But she no longer cared. She knew this would have to be a quickie. He was right when he said the rest of the team would be downstairs in a few minutes.
Somehow, that added spice to the whole scene. The thought she might be found by a horny football team while she was balling their captain made her cunt flow even faster than the sight of his boner. To be gang-banged by all those men would be a real experience!
"Come on," she urged. "Or don't you want poor little old me any more? I can't believe you don't want any of my tight, hot little cunny."
She leaned back on the bench, feeling it press hard between her shoulders. Lifting her legs a little, she opened her snatch fully for the teenager's attention. The look on his face defied description. Lust, sure. But it was more. Longing, desire, confusion, all were there. He knew he'd have to hurry.
"Hell, chickie, there's nothing in the whole goddamn world I like better than pussy!"
"And there's nothing I like better than cock!"
In a flash, he was crushing down on her body. She gasped as she took the full burden of his weight. Her tits were trapped in a bra. As her nipples expanded and her lust mounted, she felt imprisoned. She was being held captive in her own clothes.
Then there was a rounded cockhead pressing firmly into her labia. She shivered in response as the teenager thrust his hips forward. He wasn't going to bother with anything like foreplay. He knew the need for haste. And he could feel her oily sex slit. There wasn't any need to get her hot when her twat was already seething and ready for him!
She gasped as the prick speared far up her cunt. Her pussy lips were folded into her twat as he powerfully pistoned into her body. His cock was bouncing and jerking inside her body, reveling in the feel of her humid twat.
She locked her legs around his powerful waist. By straining a little, she pulled him an extra inch up her quim. It was as if she was pulling a red-hot bar of iron into her belly. The embers of her lust had long ago begun to smolder.
He was stoking the fires of her desire to a higher level. The lapping of flames lightly touched her insides. As his cock stirred around in her box, she began gasping with renewed excitement. There were so many things getting her hot and pushing her desires to the breaking point.
The cock drilling hard and fast up her tight little pussy was foremost. She wouldn't have traded it for anything in the world-not even a million dollars. To be fucked by this stud was her only goal in life. That was all she wanted. His prick was a holy relic. And it was embedded deep in the shrine of her juicy twat. She couldn't ask for more.
But there were other things arousing her, getting her strung out sexually.
The idea that she might be discovered added immensely to her sexual thrills. She wondered what all her friends would say. Caught fucking the captain of the football team in the men's locker room! She could almost see the picture in her mind.
The powerful jock stroked back and forth, his dork vanishing repeatedly into her blonde pussy. Her labia opened obscenely to kiss and caress and then swallow his prick. And her face was contorted in the ecstasy of sex. Would she be caught by his team-mates? Would they stand and watch while he fucked her? Or would they want to join in? Would she be offered a dozen cocks for her tiny quim?
She shivered thinking about that.
The setting alone was enough to get her hot. The thought of fucking in bed with the lights turned out bored her, even though she'd never really done it. She liked seeing what was happening. Feeling, seeing, hearing-that was where it was at.
His cock started retreating from the tight sheath of her cunt. She tried to hold him inside her by clamping down hard with her stomach muscles. The expression on his face as her pussy walls collapsed around his dong made her even hotter.
He realized what was happening. He had fucked into a velvet-lined vise. And the vise had been put in a furnace. Hot, tight-he had never felt a twat more exciting in his life!
"God, chickie, you . . . you sure eat up, a man with that cunt of yours!"
"So feed me. Feed my little pussy all your tasty cock!"
"Ummmm, Jesus! Tight! Ungh!"
He rammed forward and smashed into her pussy mound. Buried to the hilt, his breath was momentarily knocked from him. Sweat was pouring off his face. Fucking had never been like this before. He had to hurry. But he wanted to enjoy it, too. He wanted to fuck her like she deserved. But if he was caught...
He pulled out and fucked even harder into her gripping cunt. He didn't seem to be able to ball her hard or fast enough. The blonde bitch kept demanding more, deeper, harder, faster.
Trying his damnedest, he felt his cock beginning to glow from the heat of friction. He was fucking like a machine. His hips surged back and forth like a berserk freight train on rails. He clutched at her boobs for support. Finding them to be encased in bra, he moved around until he could grip a double handful of ass flesh.
Lifting her pert little bottom off the bench allowed him to fuck even deeper up her pussy. She was moaning constantly now. He knew she was wanting more, but the little animal noises she was muttering hinted that she might get it-soon. If he tried hard enough. If his cock was up to the task of pleasing her demanding pussy.
He felt his balls tighten up on him. In a compressed little sphere, his balls began to churn and boil. His cock was already superheated from his fast fucking of her blonde snatch. She arched her back as he crammed his dick into her and found himself plunging even farther up her lust channel.
Squeezing on the globes of her ass, he began trying to stimulate her that way, too. She seemed insatiable. He'd never fucked a chick like her before. No matter what he did, she begged for more, ever more cock.
"Yess, oh, God, Jesus God! I. . . Aaaaaiiiieeee!"
She came.
And when she did, he almost stumbled. He'd been thrusting hard and fast into her belly. His fiery red dong was vanishing between the pink sex lips so fast, he was sure it was being burned off deep inside that humid cavern.
The pressure of her slippery cunt walls all around his cock was the ultimate sexual thrill for him. He'd thought her twat was tight before. Now it clamped down on him like a hangman's noose. He felt his entire cockshaft being crushed.
The pressure caused an electric thrill to race the length of his dong. The tiny sexual spark ignited the powder keg in his balls. And he exploded. His cum raced the length of his cock to splatter along the still convulsing walls of her pussy.
He pumped out spurt after mighty spurt of his jism. He tried to tear her apart with his dork. He crammed himself as deep as he could. Fucking wildly, he continued his uncontrollable hip action until every last drop of sperm and semen had been milked from his cock.
He lowered her ass to the bench, noticing a tiny puddle of cunt juice and cum. No longer caring about such things, he let his prick slip from her joy hole. Depleted, it hung limp as a snake between his legs.
"Dammit, girl, I don't know why you came in here..
"I do. I came because of your lovely cock. You're no slouch when it comes to balling. That prick must be a good eight inches long."
"Seven," he said in a choked voice. "But that's not it. I... look, let's, uh, continue later on. Somewhere else. You know. Anywhere as long as you get the hell out of here now."
Jackie smiled. She had found herself a source of prick. But she was feeling perverse. She didn't move from the bench. She kept her snatch open wide. From the nervous expression on Fred's face, she could tell it was having the desired effect. He couldn't take his eyes off her blonde-furred pussy with the lewdly grinning sex lips.
But he wasn't about to stick around, either. Getting kicked off the football team was a fate worse then death for him.
"Look. Get the hell out before ..."
"Before what, Freddie boy?" came a laughing voice.
Jackie turned on the bench and saw another jock standing in the doorway, helmet under his arm. He probably hadn't seen them fucking but there was no doubt he was getting an eyeful now. She-started to pull down her skirt, then thought better of it.
She would let him see all he wanted. Her cum-drenched little pussy might just turn him on, too. And she was still feeling horny. A quickie just didn't satisfy her sexual needs.