Chapter 2
Success had come to young Lester Norman so fast that he could not help but be bowled over by the experience.
The young black athlete had been shy and withdrawn as a very young boy, and the fact that his family was impoverished and that he came from one of the poorest sections of the city's ghetto only served to make him more morose and lacking in confidence.
It was not until young Lester entered high school that he discovered how profoundly different he was from most of the youngsters he attended school with in one basic respect.
He possessed speed and agility that his coaches found mind-boggling.
The initial discovery had been made one afternoon in a gym class, which young Lester was compelled to attend. Before appointing captains and choosing teams for touch football, the coach, who was an assistant varsity football mentor, decided to put the boys to speed and agility tests. The irony was that the withdrawn, backward Lester, who had scarcely said anything in the several weeks he had been attending the large high school, whose size bowled him over, came out on top in every department not by a slender, but a wide margin.
The coach, aghast at what he had seen, had taken Lester out of the class immediately.
"Did I do something wrong, sir?" the timid youngster had asked.
"Something wrong?" the coach looked at him incredulously. "You've got to be kidding, son.
Why do you ask that?"
"Because you're taking me out of the class. I didn't wanna be in it, sir, but they told me I had to. Now you're takin' me out of it. I musta done somethin' wrong."
"I'll tell you why I'm taking you out," the coach calmly replied, observing Lester's timidity and correctly concluding that he was indeed a rare diamond in the rough, somebody who was not even aware of his unique prowess. "The compulsory physical education classes are for young men who are not participating in any athletics that semester. It's a way for everyone to benefit from some physical exercise. But the guys on the football team don't take PE. They work very hard practicing, and every Friday night, or sometimes on Saturday, they play games."
"But I'm not on no football team and I don't wanna be," tears began welling in the young man's eyes.
"Young man, I want you to listen to me," the coach his hand on the young man's shoulder.
"The talents that God gave you will give you a chance to pull yourself out of the ghetto and really make something of yourself. Now I'm taking you to Coach Hodges so that he can at least talk to you."
It had taken some coaxing, but Coach Denny Hodges had finally succeeded in getting Lester Norman to go out for football. Since the discovery was made by his assistant coach several weeks into the school year, Lester had already missed one varsity game and barely had time to learn the team's offensive plays for the second. All the same, even though he was ill prepared, Coach Hodges daringly put the young man into the game midway into the third quarter when it looked as if the team was on its way to its second defeat in an as many games.
When Lester got confused over the plays that were called, Coach Hodges finally had the quarterback and the blockers improvise by just giving Lester the ball and letting him run with it. Certain plays misfired in the confusion, but Lester, using his rare raw natural talents, got off two long scoring runs that enabled his team to come from behind and win.
Denny Hodges declared emphatically after the game: "This kid's a natural. I've never seen anything like it. He still doesn't know what the hell the game's about, but he got us two touchdowns on runs that most all-league seniors couldn't have made. If this kid stays healthy and works at it I think I'll have coached my first athlete to go into the pros."
Although Hodges knew he was putting himself well out on the limb to utter such strong words of praise for young Lester at that early stage of the game, he felt confident that the youngster would back them up, and so he did.
After Lester promptly absorbed the team's system, the school went unbeaten for the rest of its games, winning its first championship in the four years Coach Hodges had been there. The team repeated with a championship in Lester's second season, and appeared destined to win a third title in a row in this, Lester's senior campaign.
From the middle of Lester Norman's first season Denny Hodges, a former State University quarterback who had graduated twelve years earlier, had been in contact with his former school, trying to sell them on Lester.
Chuck Barnes, who did a good deal of recruiting for Duke, and who worked particularly hard in that area during the regular season, when Duke's mind had to be principally focused on preparing for forthcoming games, was working diligently to try and land Lester Norman.
Despite Chuck's ardent efforts, however, and those of Lester's own coach to use whatever influence he could in directing Lester Norman to go to college in his own town at State University, swarms of recruiters, like bees swarming to honey, flocked to see him play. He had made numerous visits out of state, and the last time that Chuck Barnes talked to Denny Hodges, his high school coach told him that the pressures, the glamour, and the constant demands for his time were causing the youngster to become more withdrawn than he had seen him since early in his first season.
Chuck Barnes explained everything to Duke Story one afternoon before practice.
"We'll figure a way to snare that youngster," Duke winked, patting his assistant reassuringly on the back. "I know you've worked hard on this, Chuck, and I know that the young man likes you. I've got something in mind that I'm hoping will work."
As soon as Chuck left Duke Story's office, the coach called in his secretary, telling Nancy all about the recruiting battle for young Lester Norman.
"I want you to do some research on him," he told her. "Find out as much as you can about him. Call up Denny if and when you need to. He'll help you out all he can. Call the guys who cover high school football in the local papers. Find out as much about him as you can."
"You can count on me," the lovely blonde winked.
The project was complete and now Lester would be visiting the campus, where he would meet with the coaching staff, would be escorted around the campus by several of State's leading senior football players, and then, finally, after all the fanfare, he would sit on the team's bench for the football game with Sherman Tech.
Also, Nancy Spencer would fit into the picture. After the seniors on the football team had shown Lester around the campus, Nancy would sit down and explain some of the educational and social benefits of going to school at State. This conversation would take place in the privacy of her office, and would be held on Friday evening, hours before Saturday afternoon's big game.
Nancy escorted Lester into Coach Story's office. The coach was no longer there and she had the young man one-on-one. She wore a bright blue dress with a see through neckline which gave an affordable and generous look at the voluptuous cleavage of her pendulous white breasts.
She could tell that the young man was indeed overawed by everything that he had experienced, capped off by a meeting with the beautiful blonde woman, who spoke so graciously.
"I'll bet you're certainly a popular young man with the ladies, Lester," she looked directly into the young man's eyes and smiled. "You've got such a good build, you're good-looking, and you've got to be one of the real heroes on campus with your football playing."
"I... I'd rather not talk about that, M'am," he replied in a noticeably subdued tone.
"Now Lester. I told you to call me Nancy, and that's what I expect you to do. Understand?"
"Okay, Nancy. Anyway I'd rather not talk about that."
"Why in heavens is that?"
"Well, I'm real shy around women. Just kind of scared of 'em."
"Why, Lester. Are you scared of me?"
"Yeah. I guess I am."
"Why's that?"
"Well, I guess I'm more scared of you, really, then I am the girls at school. In fact I know I am."
"I guess I oughta be offended by that, but I'll overlook it," she pretended to take offense.
"Here we've been talking nicely and I thought I'd made a new friendship with a nice young man. Now you're telling me you're scared of me."
"I don't mean it the way you're taking it," he shook his head, obviously embarrassed.
"Honest I don't."
"Then maybe I can ask you what exactly you do mean?"
"I'm just nervous, that's all. I don't mean to be offensive. You've got to understand me."
Nancy paused momentarily before saying anything. She wanted to weigh possible strategy moves, "I'll tell you what, Lester. I can see what the problem is. There's been a lot of tension on you, very much. You've had a long day of it, and now here I am, talking to you formally. It is enough to bowl a poor guy over. I'll tell you what. I've got an idea on something that'll relax you. Or at least I hope so."
"Yes," he looked at her curiously.
"My apartment is just a few blocks from here. You can relax, I can fix you a beer, and we can talk casually. There are some more things I wanna tell you about our great university, which we are all so proud of. And I'll just remind you that one of our most proud graduates is your football coach."
"Yes. Coach Hodges really loves this school. Well, I don't know about going to your place.
I don't want to put you out or anything. Really I don't."
"Nonsense. I'm not putting myself out at all. It will relax you. The important thing we want to do here at State University is to put you at ease, to make you feel at home here. Now c'mon and let's go. My car's parked right outside."
Lester swallowed hard. Just being in the presence of this dazzling, poised woman of the world made him feel awestruck. He thought Nancy Spencer to be as beautiful a woman as he had ever laid eyes on.
A few minutes later he was sitting in the living room of Nancy's apartment. Even though Lester had begged off from having a beer, requesting a soft drink instead, Nancy would not be dissuaded and brought him a cold bottle of Budweiser.
"You've had a long day of it, Lester, and you need to relax," she explained as she handed him the beer. "This will relax you very nicely. I want you to feel at home. That's very important to me."
"Thank you. You are being very nice," he replied.
While Lester slowly sipped his beer, Nancy went through her planned talk as quickly as she could. It was her impression that when she got to the point of improvisation she would fare much better as far as really impressing young Lester was concerned. His timidity was proving to be a hurdle, but it was her strong conviction that it was one she could overcome.
Finally she looked at Lester and smiled.
"There's something else I must mention to you about State University, something I think a man like you should definitely know about," she told him. "We have some very lovely young ladies on campus, and a young man who happens to be a star on the football team is always sought after for parties and all kinds of social gatherings. In spite of what you say about being nervous around women, you can always overcome that. Can't you?"
"I guess I can."
"There's no guessing about it. You definitely can. Now I want to ask you. Are you still nervous around me?"
"Yeah, but not quite as bad as before."
"You see. It's about time you're coming around. It's happening because you've been around me for awhile. That's what's happening. You're a very nice young man and I look forward to getting even better acquainted with you."
When Nancy had led Lester into the apartment, she had gestured for him to sit down on the sofa. She had been sitting on a chair at a safe and comfortable distance removed from him across from the sofa. She had recognized the danger of sitting on the sofa with him in the beginning, fearing that it would scare Lester off and make him more withdrawn than ever. Now she felt that the time had come to proceed with bolder action.
As Lester watched, his eyes filled with mounting curiosity, the sexy blonde walked over and sat next to him on the sofa, smiling all the while and staring into his eyes. Several times the shy football star looked away, but there was no way that he could seemingly avert her stare over the long haul as her eyes remained intensely focused in his direction.
"There's no reason for you to be shy and afraid of women," she told him in a soft, seductive tone, and now she was edging her body even closer to his on the sofa. "A big, strong football player like you. The idea is completely silly, and furthermore I'm gonna prove my point to you."
Suddenly Nancy rose from the sofa. As he looked up at her with curiosity she took him by the hand.
"Get up," was all she said, tugging gently at his hand.
He got up stiffly from the sofa, bowled over by the suddenness of her movements and the increased intimacy of their contact as she held his hand.
She led him into her bedroom, and it was not until he was inside it that Lester Norman recognized exactly where she had taken him. His eyes mushroomed.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm putting a myth to rest," she winked.
"How do you mean?"
"I mean that I'm gonna prove to you once and for all that this talk about being afraid of women is just so much nonsense. I'm gonna show you that everything is gonna work out just fine."
Even though Nancy was performing an assignment for Coach Story and good old State University, her employer, there was a good deal more to the current situation than that.
She genuinely liked this young man, and was looking forward to helping him out. If she had her way he would be putting his timidity around the opposite sex to rest for good.
In addition, she found young Lester Norman appealing, with his broad-shoulders and well-chiseled features, and she was already wondering what he would look like devoid of clothes.
As he stood there stiffly in a far corner of the room, looking totally out of place in the bedroom of the confident, beautiful blonde secretary to Coach Story, Nancy Spencer began removing her dress with quick, vigorous movements.
"What's going on here?" he asked fearfully.
"A little nudity shouldn't shock you at all, darling, it's a part of life," she smiled. "In fact, let's make this your first college class with Professor Nancy Spencer as your devoted instructor."
Once that the blonde removed her dress, she could see that she was indeed getting to this young man. His eyes continued widening, and now the look of acute fear that had once been in his eyes was gradually being replaced by an expression of acute sexual hunger and curiosity.
Nancy was greatly heartened by the manner in which the young man was beginning to respond, and when she removed her dress and stood before him in her lacy white panties and matching brassiere, his alert eyes quickly appraised the voluptuous contours of her gorgeous form.
He was immediately and emphatically impressed by the fullness of her ripe breasts, which he could see so clearly through the outline of her brassiere, and from what spilled generously over the top of it. His eyes then traveled downward toward Nancy's sleekly sensuous legs with her firm, fleshy thighs and trim ankles. If anything, he was even more impressed with her beauty at this point than he had been when he had received his first look at her in Coach Story's office wearing the seductive blue dress.
Nancy slowly eased her body downward into her bed. With meticulous, precise strokes she undid her brassiere and tossed it on a nearby chair, where she had earlier discarded her dress.
Now that Nancy's firm white alabaster breasts were free from any confinement and Lester was able to get an unobstructed view of them, he felt more excited than ever. Nancy could see the heat mounting within him just from studying his responses to her. Instead of merely standing stiffly in a far corner of the room, now Lester Norman's body was picking up some life as his feet and hands started to shift and move with noticeable restlessness.
After giving Lester a good long opportunity to fasten his eyes on her shapely globes of alabaster breast flesh, she reached down and planted her fingers firmly against the crotchband of her panties.
"Nothing like being completely naked," she purred.
Even though she was smoldering with passionate intensity, and would have loved nothing more than literally tearing young Lester's clothes off of him and settling immediately into rousing sex, she recognized only too well that for strategic purposes she had to draw things out, to slowly expose him and more and more of her as his sexual curiosity and appetites expanded.
Her fingers remained curled against the crotchband of her panties, and now she commenced sliding them down against the firmness of her fleshy white thighs as she listened to the provocative scraping sounds of the skimpy material making contact with the warmth of her creamy rich skin.
"Oh. This feels so good," she sighed. Soon she had the panties down all the way to her ankles, and finally, with a quick, resolute flick of the wrists, she removed them altogether and tossed them onto the same chair where her dress and brassiere had been discarded earlier.
As she lay there totally naked, the sensuous Nancy slowly parted her legs, eventually reaching down between them and dipping her fingers with slow certainty against the succulence of her flaming vagina.
"Oh, honey, I'm so hot," she looked over at the young man and exclaimed. "Come on over here. I don't want you to miss out on any of the fun. Come over."
Even though she could see that he was still battling the forces of fear, he compliantly walked slowly over toward the bed, stopping a few feet away from her. She wanted him to get a close view of her naked body as it lay there on full display.
"Come over here a little closer," she beckoned him.
He moved even closer to her and she reached out with her right hand, promptly making an emphatic move toward his crotch. She swiftly unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, noticing that he already had the beginnings of a huge erection.
"Say, I like that cock," she smiled, fondling it in her fingers. "I'm gonna make you feel good with my finger movements. This is gonna be so nice."
His body stiffened at first when she grabbed his cock, but soon enough the stiffness left him as her sturdy fingers started thoroughly massaging the bulging length of his torrid organ. Up and down her fingers methodically pumped as they made steady contact with his long, hard organ.
"How do you like what I'm doing to you?" she asked.
"It does feel good."
"Sure it does. There's no reason why you shouldn't be enjoying something like this. Oh, this is so nice. It's so good when people aren't afraid to let themselves go."
She pumped up and down against the throbbing length of his intense manhood until, finally, she removed her fingers from his steely organ.
"Okay, Lester honey, now it's time for you to take your clothes off," she told him. "C'mon and join me on this bed. You've found out how much beautiful sensation a person can receive, and this really is just the beginning. There's so much more to follow, my dear."
At first Lester's fingers moved with caution but before long he was manipulating them more speedily as he removed his shirt and trousers, which he laid on an empty chair a few feet from him. It pleased Nancy to see just how excited this young man was becoming under her skilled care, the manner in which he was discarding his inhibition and falling into the same pattern to be expected from a horny football player under those circumstances.
When he finally stripped down to his white cotton shorts, she motioned for him to move closer.
"C'mon, darling," she said. "A little closer. How I wanna make you feel good."
She proceeded to slide his shorts down his legs as his heart began pounding in a restless floodtide of steadily building anxiety.
"Pretty soon you'll be as naked as me, honey," she told him.
Nancy finally removed Lester's shorts, and now he was indeed as naked as was she.
Once more she reached out and commenced tugging up and down against the length of his throbbing tool. She listened to the loud gasps and sighs that the now entranced young man gave forth with, and she knew fully well that she was putting a new and badly needed dimension into his life.
Her fingers glided up and down with restless zeal against his swollen cock, and now she reached out and let her tongue take its first swipes against the bloated surface of his swollen, electrically alive testicles.
"Oh, I don't believe it feels so good," he gasped. "The way that your tongue is moving. The way that your fingers are sliding up and down my cock. It's so great."
She loved the fact that he was now willing and able to come out and admit how much he was enjoying the sensations he received from both Nancy's tongue and fingers. The dual sensations caused his body to rock and sway from the building torrent of acutely passionate want building through his loins.
Eventually she released her fingers from his long cock and let her tongue slide along the mushroom-like tip of his cockhead, producing fresh volts of electricity shooting through his entire body.
"Oh, you've got me on fire," he gasped. "This feels so great. You're a magician with your tongue."
She put her fingers to work at that juncture against his lust-bloated scrotum, already wet from the earlier strokes that her tongue had energetically delivered.
Up and down she continued grinding with the solid warmth of her hot red tongue as the young football player gasped and sighed, his body continued to twist and slide.
"Oh, I've never felt anything this good," Norman gasped, "never in my whole life. Suck, oh, suck me, I love it, I absolutely love it, do it to me!"
His words served as music to her ears. The fact that young Lester Norman was responding to her in just the way that she had hoped was spurring her on so that she would give him complete satisfaction. Already she could see him enrolling at State University. If he did she knew that there would be a good chance of her getting a substantial bonus or job raise from her generous boss, who was already talking about taking her to a coach's convention in Hawaii as incentive for doing a good job.
"Oh, damned, my cock is on fire," Lester gasped. "That tongue of yours is working like magic. I can't believe how good it feels the way you're working it up and down my long dick. Keep up that action and I'll shoot, absolutely shoot!"
Her fingers clutched more tightly than ever against the torrid surface of the young man's electrified testicles as he was pushed that much closer to the point of a wild and spontaneous combination, and the talented dual action the young woman was employing propelled Lester to heights he never realized possible.
"Ohhhhh, my cock's on fire, my nuts are on fire, I'm on fire, I can't get enough of it," he gasped. "Keep grinding your tongue. Grind it against my prick. I'm gonna have to shoot. The stuff is gonna spray out of me. Do it, do it to me!"
Her fingers squeezed his testicles more tightly than ever as her torrid tongue glided resolutely up and - down the full length of his blue-veined stiffness as he was propelled that much closer to the state of an orgasmic culmination.
A few quick, assertive thrusts later he could hold back no longer. The stirring penis fluid would have to explode from the torrid tip of his emblazoned shaft and splash profusely into the wet intimacy of her mouth.
"I'm gonna spray, the stuff is gonna spill," he gasped.
Her fingers clutched once more against his bloated testicles as the fiery pellets of joy juice thunder from the end of his torrid organ and began to joyously flood her willing mouth.
As the juices started to engulf her mouth, she eased her grip on her lover's testicles as his hips swirled, he gasped loudly, and the torrent of joy juice engulfed her mouth.
"OOOOOOOO HHHH, SO NICE!" he gasped. "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH, WHAT A TONGUE! OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The stirring stream continued to pour out of the end of his cock and into her mouth. Her tongue whirled with lascivious delight as she brought his orgasm under control, after which she finally released her tongue from his cock.
Now the husky football star was lying on his back like a contented baby, a triumphant smile on his face.
"Thank you for a great suck," he said.
"I take it you're not afraid of me anymore," she kidded.
"No. I guess that suck job took care of that. It's amazing how fast it all changed."
"Didn't I tell you that you had nothing to be afraid of?"
"Yeah. You did."
She looked down at his crotch and observed that his penis was anything but flaccid. It had diminished in size only slightly even in the aftermath of the dramatic screw, and now it had already increased in size beyond what it had been at that point so that it was approaching the rock hard nature it had enjoyed prior to the last explosion.
"Boy, you're really a tiger," she pointed down toward his cock. "You're still up there like a champ."
"Yeah, and feeling one whole lot better about everything."
Nancy decided that it was time to get her young friend hot and bothered anew. Now that she had bolstered his confidence it was time to provide him with some more dramatic excitement, to increase the flow of expectation within him.
The blonde reached down and let her fingers glide soothingly up and down against the full length of his cock. He loved the smooth, methodical tempo of her finger movements and a look of lust surfaced in his eyes.
"Oh, that feels good," he said.
"It looks like you're ready for more action."
"Yeah. Sure looks that way."
"Well, I'm willing to provide it for you."
"You're some kind of woman. You really know how to accommodate a guy. You know how to make him feel good."
"I wanna make you feel real good."
Her fingers jerked methodically up and down against his organ a few more times. Finally he had regained his former hardness and anxiety level. She loved listening to the urgent gasping sounds coming from the young man, reactions brought on by the manner in which she had skillfully manipulated her fingers up and down his long, hard cock.
As she released her fingers from his throbbing tool, the shapely blonde stretched out comfortably on her back, lewdly extending her legs and giving him a good view of her crotch.
Nancy loved the attentive expression she saw on his face, and slowly she reached down and glided her fingers against the warmth of her pubic hair. She then alternately switched her finger movements to her vagina, and through it all the fascinated young man kept staring at her.
"I'm having some fun playing with my pussy," she looked up at him and winked. "You having fun watching, darling?"
"Yeah. I sure am."
"How about me letting you do more than watch."
"I'm open to suggestions," Lester Norman grinned.
"Good. I know you've got a great cock. How's your tongue?"
"It's fine."
"Then come on over here and start putting it to work. I'd like for you to really grind it, put it to work on my body."
As Lester stared at the appealing naked form of the beautiful woman he decided that it would be great indeed if he had the opportunity to put his stirring tongue to work on her beautiful body.
He moved over toward the bed and hurled himself down on top of it, after which he began staring hungrily at the blonde's breasts.
"Go ahead," she smiled. "Suck my tits. I see you admiring them. They're there to be more than looked at, they're there to be sucked and I want you to make the most of it. Go ahead and suck."
He flung his tongue forward with bold assertiveness, letting it glide against the ripeness of her firm breast flesh. Her firm globes of flesh vibrated and undulated sharply under the stirring tongue mechanics of young Lester. Back and forth he spiritedly propelled his soaring tongue against her boobs as she laid back and enjoyed every stimulating movement.
"Oh, I love that, really love it," she told him. "Come on, honey, and keep up those movements. Really drive your tongue. Oh, give me a good workout. Drive that tongue against my tits. Oh, I love the way you're coming on, the way that tongue is gliding. Just keep it working, darling, oh, really work it."
His searingly red oral digit continued to make pulsating contact against the breasts and nipples of the beautiful blonde as she felt a rush of heat between her loins. His stimulating tongue thrusts had caused her pussy to feel acute waves of quivering need that would have to be promptly satisfied.
"Oh, wow, switch the action, honey," she finally told him. "Put your tongue to work in my pussy. C'mon and eat out my hot nest. I'm on fire, darling, on fire. Go ahead and suck me.
Oh, suck my nest, bring the juices out of me."
He dropped his tongue down between her outstretched legs, inhaling the invigorating scent of her femaleness, recognizing that he would soon be experiencing a chance to taste his blonde lover just as she had earlier swallowed his juices.
"C'mon, honey," she called out with a stronger measure of urgency than before. "Put your tongue to work in my nest. I've got to explode. Your tongue can do it. Oh, just let it slide.
Really give me a wild workout. Oh, your tongue can bring me off."
He let his fingers clutch sharply against the blonde's rapidly gyrating alabaster buttocks as he propelled his sturdy tongue forward, letting it manipulate sharply against the warmth of her scalding vagina.
Back and forth he let it connect with her inflamed orifice as his fingers continued clutching sharply against her buttocks. All the while he was propelling her ever closer to the state of a wild and enjoyable climax.
"Oh, bring me off, darling," she gasped. "Your tongue is just beautiful. I love the way it's working. Supreme efficiency and skill. Oh, get me off, darling, get me off!"
His spiraling tongue continued to dramatically connect against the pink wetness of her pussy as he drove her that much nearer to the state of orgasm.
A few quick, jolting thrusts later the juices were ready to spurt from her nest. His fingers clutched with an even greater measure of tightness against her writhing asscheeks as he began tasting the exploding droplets of joy juice from her pussy.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH, GOOD BOY, WHAT A GLORIOUS TONGUE!" she declared.
"YOUR TONGUE IS SO GOOD! I LOVE THE WAY YOU PUT IT TO WORK! IT IS SO NICE, OH, SO VERY NICE!"
He stuck with the load and swallowed the drops of joy juice until the final few had toppled from her organ and into his mouth. When he withdrew his tongue from her placated pussy his cock was on fire, badly in need of action.
"Just look at this," he pointed toward his throbbing tool.
"I know, honey. You've eaten my pussy. Now feel free to attack it with your cock."
"Oh. That's the kind of invitation I really love."
As a means of exciting him all the more and letting him know just what he was getting, she twisted her shapely asscheeks and revealed the moistness of her succulent, enticing vagina.
"I'm ready for you, darling, all ready," she purred.
"Yeah. I can really see that."
The football star's eyes sparkled zestfully as he reached out and glided his fingers against her shapely thighs, which by now were a little moist with perspiration. He loved the feel of his sturdy fingers pressing against the solid warmth of her fleshy thighs, and with one quick forward thrust he guided his steaming cock forward, letting it take aim on her succulent moist vagina.
"Come on and ravish me, tiger," she called out. "Let that hot prick of yours go to work.
Really grind it inside my pussy. I wanna feel that hot charging meat driving inside me. Go ahead, darling, and really screw me.
He heaved his steaming cock forward, letting it land with intense force inside the tightness of the blonde's hotly spasming nest. She dramatically tightened her cuntal muscles to provide her hotly intruding lover with the tightest possible access to her searing love tunnel as he blasted his way into her vaginal furnace, penetrating her with great erotic hunger.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she called out. "Oh, baby, really wield that hot stick of yours. Drive it inside me. You can really fuck. Keep that action going. Keep on screwing me. Oh, that hot prick of yours can really do the job."
The shock waves quickly began to accelerate inside Lester's already electrified body as he kept hammering forward with his blazing pole, driving it spiritedly inside the tightness of Nancy's hotly spasming pussy as he drove himself ever nearer to orgasm.
A few stirring strokes later he found himself squarely on the verge of another explosion.
For extra impetus he reached down and let his fingers glide smoothly against the blonde's excitedly twisting breasts as she recognized just how closely he had moved to the state of a stormy explosion.
"Oh, what sensations," he gasped. "How I love this. How I love driving my cock into you."
"Keep it coming, baby, I want it, I need it, I can't get enough of it," she sighed. "Oh, I just love the way you plant that hot stick into me. It's such a good feeling."
His fingers tweaked against her pebble hard nipples, causing her to let out a wild sigh of agitation over the impending explosion that she knew would emanate from Lester.
"Oh, I'm getting close now, real close," he told her.
"I can tell, honey. You're really humping me. Well, keep it up, keep driving that long, stiff cock. Oh, you're so close, so very close. Keep hammering me."
His stiffly plunging manmeat continued to devastate her with every sweeping thrust as he approached the apex of his experience. His torrid pole plunged into her with unflagging ecstasy and he could feel the stimulating sensations building with appreciable rapidity in his scalding loins, particularly the acute heat that was rapidly storing up in his cock and balls, which were in a state of scorching lust and waiting to explode any moment.
Again his fingers reached down and tweaked against the beautiful blonde woman's nipples, and this time she reacted more sharply than before as she heaved a series of deep sighs and enjoyed the contact more than ever.
"Keep ramming your cock into me," she begged. "Oh, I just can't get enough of the kind of action you're providing. Come on and fuck me, darling, really fuck me.
His scorching pole made its way inside the tightness of her rapidly twisting vagina a few more times as he pushed his way that much nearer to an explosion. All the while she was building to a torrid climax of her own from all the wild thrusting that was taking place.
"Screw me, oh, screw me," she implored. "Oh, honey, I can't take much more. I'm gonna be juicing.
Your stiff prick is really driving me wild. Push it inside me, oh, ah, I love it, I just can't get enough of this wild action."
Her fervent pleas only served to speed up the assertive Lester's movements that much more. His long, stiff pole kept gliding in and out of her searing womb with vigorous determination as he propelled himself ever nearer to orgasm.
A few strokes later, as her legs kicked back and forth unrestrainedly, Nancy could not hold back any longer. The stirring orgasmic juices toppled from her nest.
"Oooooo hhhhhh, honey," she exclaimed. "Oh, keep that hot prick slamming into me. The juices are really spraying. Oh, they're spilling from my pussy. I love it, oh, I really love that action. Just drive your cock into me, oh, ah, I love it, I love it, I love what you're doing to me!"
He felt the wetness of her cuntal fluids making contact with the sturdy warmth of his long shaft as he kept on driving himself forward, burying his steaming manmeat in the burning depths of her vagina. His finger clutched tightly against her breasts, his body violently spasmed, and suddenly the burst of juice was triggered from the end of his spear as it splashed from the end of his ecstasy-filled dagger and into her mound.
"Oooooo hhhhhh, now here I go," he gasped. "What fucking, what beautiful fucking! It feels so good with the juices spurting out of my cock. Ooooo hhhh hhhh, aaaaa ggggg hhhhhhhh, I love it, oh, ah, oh, really love it!"
The fluids splashed from his intently alive organ and sprayed into her vagina. He gasped and sighed, his body dramatically rocking back and forth, until the final few drops of his hot fluid had spilled from the end of his penis and into her vagina.
Once that he had pulled his now flaccid cock from the blonde's vagina, Lester felt both very tired and surprised. As he thought back to all that had happened in so short a period of time he found it almost incomprehensible for him to grasp. This amazing woman with the beauty, grace and poise who could turn instantly into a screwing wildcat when the desire arose, had indeed proved her point to him in no uncertain terms. There had been no reason for him to be fearful around women, not even a beautiful and sophisticated woman such as Nancy Spencer, and in the process of proving her point he had exploded his cock juices twice and had sucked her pussy to climax.
As he lay on his back catching his breath, the blonde got up from the bed and left the room. A few moments later he heard the pitter patter of her bare feet as she re-emerged.
Nancy was holding a fresh bottle of Budweiser in her right hand, which she handed to him.
"You're sweating a lot and you lost a lot of cock fluid, baby," she told him. "This'll put some fluid back into your system, cool you off, and quench your thirst at the same time. And I'll bet you're thirsty right now. Aren't you?"
"Yes, I am," he grinned, eagerly accepting the beer and taking a long swig of it as Nancy stretched out on the edge of the bed. "I've really got to give you lots of credit for knowing just how to take care of me. You're making me feel like a king."
"There's no reason for a handsome, talented athlete like yourself to feel anything but like a king, honey, if you play your cards right," she told him, patting his shoulder affectionately.
"You're only seeing the beginning, darling."
"How do you mean?" he asked, taking another swig of beer.
"I mean that At State University our great athletes are treated like conquering heroes. Like emperors."
"Yeah?" he looked at her with keenly mounting interest.
"As far as I'm concerned we're just starting to get acquainted."
"You really mean that?" he raised his eyebrows. "You bet. I like this place and I'll be around here awhile. We can have lots of fun times like tonight. That is, if you'd want me again."
"You're damned right I'd want you again."
"Well, I'd like to do it again with you, darling. You really have a smoldering intensity about you once you get rolling. We really had a time of it."
"I knowƒ_"I'll never forget it."
"Good. I love making an impression on a man like you. Anyway, there will be other girls around here, too. Very appealing girls. There are things to college life other than just books and playing football, and you'll have a chance to go to all the interesting parties, meet all the interesting people, including scores of beautiful women, and some prosperous alumni as well who can help you out with connections for when you get out of here. Now how does all that sound to you, Lester?"
"It sounds mighty good," he grinned broadly.
"We want you here at State and we hope that you want us."
"I'm starting to figure that this just might be the place for me to go to school," he grinned again.
"That's swell, baby."
She kissed him affectionately on the lips.
A few minutes later Lester had finished his beer. Nancy and Lester then promptly got dressed. The blonde then drove the young man over to the men's dorms, where he would be staying overnight, after which he would attend the football game the following day.
As she let him off in front of the dorms, he waved goodnight and walked away, a dream-like expression on his face.
Nancy Spencer was convinced that she had played her femme-fatale role to perfection as she drove back to her apartment, treated herself to a pre-bedtime Scotch and water, then turned in for the evening.
The following evening, after the game and the joust with the media that would follow it, a bedraggled Duke Story would arrive at her apartment. He would be either in a good or bad mood depending on how State University had fared. Either way she had just the tonic to perk him up, her own alluring sexual charms.
But tomorrow night she would have added ammunition to make him feel good. Unless she was totally wrong the highly sought after Lester Norman was as good as delivered to State University.