Chapter 7
"We are now entering Sentryville," the pleasant, melodious voice of the stewardess was suddenly heard over the speaker, replacing the semi-classical music that had been playing. "Please fasten your seat belts. Thank you for flying with us and we hope that we will have an opportunity to serve you again soon."
Liz Moreno leaned forward in her seat and attached her seat belt. Waves of nervous anxiety fluttered through her as she realized that the long anticipated moment was at hand.
Coach Story had been kind enough to arrange it so that she had been able to stay for two full days in Chicago, her first stop, from which she would necessarily have to make connections before flying to Sentryville to meet Sean O'Halloran. He could have had her change planes immediately at busy O'Hare Airport, but instead he desired to put her in a confident, festive spirit, so he saw to it that she got a chance to sightsee and shop in the Windy City for two days. She had thrilled to Michigan Avenue, fashionable Lake Shore drive with its majestic skyscrapers facing Lake Michigan, and finally world-famed Marshall Field's department store, where she bought some new clothes. All the while, however, she had remained in a state of nervous uncertainty over the impending visit to Sentryville.
She swallowed the last few drops of her Coke and set the plastic glass down in the small disposal compartment in front of her. Liz looked out the window at the lights of the small city below her. She could see that, in marked contrast to flying into a city the size of Los Angeles or Chicago by night, in which lights could be seen as far as the naked eye could see, she saw a cluster of lights in a relatively small area, beyond which there were scattered lights at staggered distances. She knew that the area with the large concentration of lights was the center of the city and its population, while the occasional lights, at least in the main, came from the farms scattered in the outlying areas adjacent to Sentryville.
The plane made a smooth landing on the airport runway and Liz finally undid her seatbelt, got up, and strolled out of the plane.
From the landing field it was only a short walk to the small airport. In that there were only a few people on the flight with her from Chicago to Sentryville, she would not be a difficult person for Sean O'Halloran to recognize. The majority of the other passengers were businessmen and salesmen in their forties and fifties clutching briefcases as they exited the plane. Their wives and children were there to promptly greet them on their return.
As soon as she strolled into the waiting room she saw him!
Sean O'Halloran beamed a wide, friendly smile, showing his glistening white teeth as he walked up to Liz.
"Hello, Liz," he said. "I'm Sean O'Halloran."
"Nice seeing you, Sean."
"My pleasure. My car's over here in the parking lot. Follow me."
As she walked alongside the tall, slender quarterback through the airport, he looked at her and grinned.
"You looked great in the picture that Nancy sent me, but you look even better in person," he told her. "In fact, I don't know if it would be possible for any picture to do you justice."
"Thank you," she replied.
"How's Nancy doing? She sounded real good when I talked to her on the phone the other day."
"She's great. She sends along her best."
"That Nancy's one hell of a fine woman," he grinned.
They walked out into the brisk mid-November air. A faint breeze was blowing. The football player gestured toward the parking lot just to the left of where they were standing.
"My car's over there," he indicated.
Moments later they climbed into Sean O'Halloran's battered red Mustang. Immediately Liz Moreno projected some of the vast transformations that would undoubtedly take place within the next few years of the young man's life, provided he lived up to expectations as a college player and avoided serious injury. She could see him driving around some big city in a shiny new Cadillac, Porsche, or perhaps even a Rolls Royce if he succeeded well enough and his tastes dictated such a move.
For the moment, however, it was the battered Mustang and the small community of Sentryville. Within a matter of five minutes they were driving through the heart of the downtown section. People on the street recognized Sean and waved. Whenever he would pass someone he knew who was not looking in his direction, he would honk his horn and wave. The other person or persons would immediately wave back and smile.
"How's that right arm?" one farmer stepping out of a pickup truck with hay loaded in the back end asked.
"Never been better, Zeke," he called back, thrusting his right arm proudly out the window as the man laughed.
"Just think, Sean," Liz smiled. "You're already a hero to these people, and if you go on and succeed big in college the name of Sentryville will be known all over the country as a result of your personal achievements. I'll bet it makes you feel good to think about that."
"To tell you the truth I haven't had much time to think about that or anything else lately," Sean grinned. "Things have been so hectic. I mean between playing football and meeting all the coaches, all the recruiters who have come to see me, and going to all the different schools for weekends to see what they were like. It's really something. Leaves you in a blur."
"I can imagine."
"I know what you mean, though. Yeah, that would be nice, real nice if I could make a name for myself all over the country and this little town, where the people have been all so nice to me, would get known right along with me. It is something to think about."
"Listen, Sean. Since I don't know my way around this town at all, then how about me asking you a question?"
"Go right ahead."
"I'd like you to use your own judgment and just pick out the best restaurant in town.
Someplace where you'd like to go. I'd like to treat you. That would be a nice atmosphere to talk in."
"I've got just the place in mind," he looked at her and winked.
Moments later, much to Liz Moreno's surprise, Sean swung a sharp turn off the main street of town and headed down what soon became a dark, winding stretch of dirt road.
"Where are we going?" Liz asked. "Are there any restaurants around here?"
"Sit tight. We'll be there in a minute."
A few moments passed. Finally a lone flickering light loomed ahead in the distance.
"Right over there," he pointed.
Moments later Sean O'Halloran was swinging his Mustang into the parking lot next to a faded pale yellow building with the lone light burning overhead, which said: MOTEL Sean quickly swung into the parking lot and brought his car to a halt. The only light, aside from the one burning overhead, came from the office in the front.
"This isn't a restaurant," Liz promptly informed him.
"I never said I was going to a restaurant," he grinned. "You're the one who mentioned that.
I just said I knew where I was going and we'd be there soon.
Well, here we are."
"But I thought you wanted to get something to eat."
"Did I say that?"
"No. I just thought it."
He shook his head before speaking.
"Nah. I had a big dinner after football practice. Now I'm ready to work the meal off. Let's go."
Liz was incensed by the brazen, matter-of-fact manner of the young football player.
Nonetheless she got out of the car and accompanied him to the motel office. She realized that the stakes were too high for her to do anything other than play along with that valuable chunk of blue chip football commodity known as Sean O'Halloran, quarterback Even though she was known by no one in Sentryville, Liz still blushed slightly and felt a wave of embarrassment sweep over her as she entered the small dingy office and came face to face with a white-haired, bespectacled man with a heavily lined face who was just finishing taking a sip from a wine bottle. He had been immersed in watching an episode of "All In The Family" on the small black and white television set perched on a desk next to the counter.
As soon as the old man saw Sean, his face filled up in a broad smile as he blurted out: "Howdy, Sean. How you doin'?"
"Fine, Pops. How're you?"
"Oh. Things are pretty quiet around here. Mom went into town to play a little bridge with some of the women. I'm just watching me a little television."
"And gulping some grape."
Pops laughed.
"Tell you what, son. I won't tell no secrets about you if you don't tell any about me."
"Fair enough."
"Your old pappy would whip you to a frazzle if he ever found out where you were goin' when you went out at night. What do you tell him?"
"I tell him it's too noisy to study around the house what with the TV going and my younger brothers and sisters making noise, so I have to go someplace else to study. He thinks I'm either at the library or a friend's place."
"He'd whup you and tar and feather me if he knew the truth," Pops burst into loud laughter.
"I reckon he would," Sean nodded grinningly. "By the way, I wanna introduce you to a new friend of mine, Liz Moreno."
She winced over the fact that Sean had been tactless enough to introduce her by her actual name. In addition, she found herself more embarrassed than ever to be in such a compromising situation in this small town courting this high school football star.
"Glad to know you, young lady," Pops' eyes twinkled as he took a good long look at the beautiful, olive-skinned brunette. "You know, Sean, when I seen you coming in here with this beautiful young gal I said to myself that I always knew you had mighty fine taste when it came to young women, but this here young gal was really something special. You're not from around here, young lady, are you? Least I ain't ever seen you before."
"No I'm not," she replied uncomfortably.
"She's from a long ways from here, Pops," the football player promptly chimed in. "She goes to State University. You know, the school where Duke Story is football coach."
"Oh, yeah. I remember Duke from way back, from when he was playing in college and the pros. Welcome to Sentryville, young lady. Liz, did he say?"
"That's right. Thank you."
"Looks like I won't have any trouble getting a room tonight," Sean grinned.
"You're sure right about that," Pops chuckled, taking a quick swig from his rapidly emptying wine bottle. "Matter of fact, they're all empty. Had a big time of it last weekend, though. Lots of these folks from that singles bar in town were carrying on, coming in here for quickies and then hightailing it on out of here. Lots of 'em had to do it that way since they're married to other people. Really puts you under pressure, though, havin' to change them sheets so many times in a night."
"Know what you mean, Pops. So what do I owe you?"
"You don't owe me a thing," Pops shook his head emphatically. "Except, that is, a couple of tickets for Friday night's game."
"I'll see you get them," he promised.
"You see, young lady. We take care of each other real fine," Pops looked at Liz and winked.
The white-haired man finally shoved a dog-eared ledger book in Sean O'Halloran's direction.
"I'll just sign in like I do, as Mr. and Mrs. John Smith," Sean said as he began to write in the ledger book.
"Yep. This'll just be between us," Pops looked at Liz Moreno and winked. Liz awkwardly turned her head away.
A few seconds later the formality of signing in had been completed and Pops handed Sean a key.
"You two young folks have fun, you hear?" Pops said grinningly.
"What else," Sean smiled.
They left the small off ice and walked toward one of the small units. Sean inserted the key in the door, opening it, then gesturing to Liz to enter first.
Sean entered behind her and turned on a table lamp. At least the place looked clean, Liz thought. It still angered her to observe the manner in which the carefree but cockily confident young football player took things for granted. She could detect that he was definitely a hero of Paul Bunyan proportions in the small town, and that he was accustomed to having things just the way he wanted them.
"I imagine you're pursued plenty by the girls in this town," Liz said as she watched Sean yank off his jacket impatiently, then swiftly undo the buttons of his long-sleeved shirt.
"I do all right," he winked. "You know how it goes. Everybody wants to be around a winner.
That's why I'm fixing to stay a winner. I don't wanna have to come down off this cloud I'm on."
"I wish you hadn't done one thing," Liz said, her tone one of biting displeasure.
"What's that?"
"You didn't have to be introducing me by my right name and even telling where I went to school."
"Don't matter none to Pops," he shrugged. "I wouldn't have been doing it if it would have caused you any problems."
She watched as the confident, red-haired quarterback immediately stripped down to his white jockey shorts. Liz could not help but admire the lean muscularity of his body, even though she was anything but eager to approach the subject of sex with somebody she barely knew, especially when, in addition, the person behaved in the kind of cocksure manner that Sean did.
Sean eased himself down on top of the bed, quickly making himself at home. Liz could see that he was already a seasoned veteran of the motel circuit.
"You know, Liz, I'm proud of my football playing, sure I am, but there's one thing I'm one hell of a whole lot more proud of as far as my athletic prowess is concerned," he told her as he lay on the bed stretched out on his back. "That happens to be my long, proud cock and the way that I can use it. Yes indeed. I've got me one hell of a proud cock and I think I've got good reason to feel real proud of it."
He stared down at his crotch. Liz was looking in the same place. His penis bulged restlessly beneath the tightly fitting shorts, and the look of steely determination which surfaced on the young man's face indicated how eager he was to remove his shorts and reveal his long, hard cock of which he was so proud to Liz.
She continued to watch as Sean reached down and made a prompt grab for the waistband of his shorts. He tugged swiftly, and a few seconds later he had wiggled out of his shorts, which he discarded onto a nearby chair.
The football star looked down at his huge, bloated manmeat, his heavily-veined organ.
"I am very proud of this," he grinned. "Yeah, I'm proud of my arm and all the touchdown passes I've thrown in high school, but nothing can match this, my dear. Oh, yes, I really love this long, hard prick of mine."
She watched as his fingers started to methodically glide up and down against the rock hard length of his inflamed tool. Liz could tell from the manner in which his chest seemed to swell with a sudden surge of pride just how much he enjoyed the action. It made him feel good all over to know his cock was ready for action.
Eventually his fingers started moving in a hellish fury as he worked them assertively up and down against the torrid length of his enraptured meaty erection.
When he finally withdrew his fingers from his sturdy organ, he got up from the bed and walked over to where the gorgeous brunette had been standing. Now that he had enjoyed a few minutes of solitary enjoyment working his fingers up and down the full length of his blood-engorged tool he felt that it was time to move into the nitty-gritty of the action and remove his beautiful lover's clothes.
"You notice I didn't say a thing about you stripping," he grinned as he took Liz by the hand and half-dragged her toward the bed. "I'm saving this supreme pleasure for myself. Am I ever eager to strip every bit of clothing from your body, to see you completely nude. I was mentally undressing you from the moment that I first laid eyes on you at the airport. Now it's time to move things one step further and take off everything!"
He reached out and pushed her down on top of the bed, where she landed with a lurid plop. After that all she saw was a blur as the assertive young football player went to work with his furious fingers, heart pounding with mounting eagerness at the prospect of removing every stitch of clothing from the raven-haired beauty.
Even though she hated him for what he was doing to her, just helping himself to her body and treating her like an interesting piece of furniture, she recognized that she was powerless to stop him. This determined young man would be taking what he deemed to be rightfully his, and would not even listen to any requests when it came to handling things differently.
His fingers worked with piercing earnestness, and in just a matter of seconds he finished stripping off her dress. He licked his lips in admiration as he stared down at her gorgeous body, presently covered by no more than a pair of wispy white panties and matching brassiere. Sean's heart pounded in a floodtide of wild exhilaration at the prospect of actually seeing her totally naked, but before he finished the pleasant job of stripping her his alertly widening eyes, stared down at her succulent ripe breasts, covered only by her brassiere, and her slim, curvaceous legs. It made him feel good to know that he was only a few swift tugs away from experiencing the intoxicatingly delightful sight of seeing her in the buff.
"Oh, what a bod," he sighed. "I knew you'd look great and you really do. And this is not the end. Just wait until I pluck off your panties and bra. That will really be something. Oh, you're so damned gorgeous. Nancy told me that you were really something, and even sent me a picture when I said I'd like to have an idea of what you looked like."
Liz could clearly tell from the way that her friend was talking that the recruiting department of the State University football program was alive and apparently functioning with great efficiency. She was also aware, however, that things still remained problematical and very tricky as far as successfully wooing the talented young athlete was concerned.
Despite the fact that she was convinced she was making a strong impression on the football star at that moment, she wondered just how lasting an overall impression she would make She was aware that he had had a good many lovers lately, and she imagined that a good many of them were probably highly appealing women like herself, perhaps women made available to him by competing universities in the football recruiting wars. It made her nervous to think that it could all come down ultimately to just who made the best overall impression on this apparently spoiled young man who was so used to having things go his own way.
His furious fingers went to work with supreme urgency, this time on her brassiere. They crisply plunged and tugged against her brassiere straps until the filmy white material fell to the ground, her bountiful boobs popping forward in all their succulent glory.
Sean's fingers immediately surrounded the firm warmth of his breasts as he pinched and squeezed them, and all the while his heart kept beating with mounting rapidity over the prospect of engaging in intimate forms of contact with her.
After his fingers squeezed and clutched with hungry warmth against her ripe melons for several minutes, he reached down and made a grab for her panties. He moved so swiftly that she was barely aware of what was happening. She could tell that he possessed the cat-like grace generally reserved for great athletes and those with comparable potential in that direction.
Her legs instinctively glided from side to side as he pulled her panties down her legs and off of her, and after he discarded them the young man licked his lips with lascivious anticipation as he stared down at her luscious pubic triangle. He also loved the manner in which her ripe buttocks were twisting.
"Oh, oh, baby, what beautiful equipment you've got!" he gasped. "You look so good. What a woman you are! Oh, do I ever love the way you're put together."
Before long he was putting his tongue to work in a state of great hunger, letting it whip and slide sharply as it made fervent contact against the warmth of her shapely, sharply undulating breasts as she enjoyed every searing tongue stroke that he sent forth.
Despite the fact that she had been opposed to the idea of succumbing quickly to this cocky young man, the manner in which he was swiftly plunging his tongue against her breasts and nipples promptly worked her into a frenzy of passion.
Back and forth his stiffly assertive tongue sharply glided as it made piercing contact with her rocking breasts and nipples, and after he had worked her into a delirious frenzy with his spirited tongue thrusts he quickly dropped his flaming red digit down toward her crotch.
Once again his quickly assertive tongue went to work, and this time he let it glide with quick assertiveness as it worked its way up and down dexterously and passionately against the solid warmth of her slightly quivering thighs. A fine misty sheen of perspiration had already surfaced on her body, including her thighs, from all the stirring excitement that had taken place up to that point, and now his piercing tongue was manipulating at a blistering pace as he worked it from thigh to thigh alternatively while her buttocks flounced and ground salaciously against the mattress beneath her.
After he had finished bathing her thighs with his saliva, he then pushed his stiffly probing tongue downward and into the beauteous area that separated her thighs, her seething vagina.
Even though he was tempted to propel his tongue as rapidly as he could assert it from the very beginning against the pinkness of her pulsating vagina, he suppressed his feverish desire and decided instead to manipulate his tongue more slowly in the beginning, to allow the action to develop gradually.
Sean O'Halloran let his tongue snake its way with slow, tentative strokes inside her already dampened orifice, which had been feeling strong measures of erotic excitement from the very beginning. Her hips and buttocks maintained a salacious cadence as they ground against the bed while his torrid tongue enticingly made its way into the delightful folds of moist and intensely alive flesh of her succulent, juicy oriface.
"OOOOHHHHHH, FEEELLLLSSSS GOOD!" she gasped.
Her words of excitement only served to enhance the young football star's confidence and excitement that much more as his tongue made its way once more into the moist folds of vaginal flesh. He gradually began to step up the pace as her breathing became louder. His tongue sought her out with increasing urgency as she felt the searing fires intensifying within her.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH, HOW GOOD!" she gasped.
It excited him no end to know that this olive-skinned woman was literally at his mercy at that sublime moment, seeking beyond anything else to attain the ultimate in release from his burning tongue thrusts, and now the gasping sounds she emitted were louder and more noticeable than ever as his pulsating tongue pushed her that much closer to a spirited and ecstasy-filled climax.
"Oh, darling, don't stop now," she exclaimed in a voice huskily laden with sexual tension.
"Keep that tongue thrusting. Drive it inside me until I juice. I really want it."
She had never dreamed even a few minutes earlier that she would be literally begging Sean to suck her to climax, but his recklessly thrusting tongue, which was being exercised in a devil-may-care manner, had indeed pushed her into a state of roaring ecstasy, the kind that would not be ultimately satisfied until the juices poured out of her burning love pit.
"Oh, I'm tingling all over," she exclaimed. "I can't believe this. My whole body is on fire and my head is spinning. That's what you're doing to me with that wildly throbbing tongue of yours. Do I ever love what you're doing, darling. Oh, that tongue is moving so quickly and I love this action so much!"
His frenziedly thrusting oral digit had now propelled her to the very brink of climax. His fingers slid up and down her thighs as his flicking tongue planted itself inside her plush pink drapery until she began feeling the shock waves, the dramatic reverberations, beginning to explode throughout her supercharged body as the first few drops of pussy fluid started to deliriously splash from her enraptured organ.
"OOO OOOHHH HHH, TTTOOO OOOMMM UCC-CCH HH!" she loudly gasped as the searing sea of vaginal fluid spilled from her organ and into the waiting mouth of Sean.
"Keep going, darling. Oh, yes, I want it so much. Your tongue can really do the job. Oh, yes, oh, keep it going!"
His spirited tongue was not about to let up until he finished sucking every drop of juice from her orifice, and she listened to the loud slurping sounds of his rapidly suctioning tongue as he drained every delicious drop from her nest.
"Yes, yes," she murmured. "Oh, honey, what a tongue you have! You couldn't have used it any better!"
Her head continued to spin as he finally released his tongue from her vagina after it had ceased exploding. Before she had a chance to rest in the stirring aftermath of her orgasm, her attentive lover, after jerking up and down with confidence against the rock hard surface of his lust-bloated cock, decided that it was time for him to launch into some more action.
He hurled his flaming pole forward, driving it with spirit and gusto in the direction of Liz' vulnerably exposed vagina, which he had just finished sucking to climax.
"Oh, I'll bet you're the tightest fuck around," he gasped. "I'm gonna slam my cock into you, honey. I'm really gonna do a job on that beautiful pussy."
His stiffly raging cock was burning with anxiety as he let it slide with piercing energy into the tight folds of her torrid vagina. Her whole body tensed as she received him.
The Liz of a few weeks ago would have been thrown into a state of panic over a man doing to her what the red-haired football star was, but things had changed profoundly over what was otherwise a very short period of time.
Within the aforementioned period the beautiful young Chicano woman had learned to adjust on a regular basis with Duke Story, and his long, demanding cock had plowed into her with relentless force until he had attained release.
Now she was able to adjust to a man's stiff cock as it rode into her vagina. In many ways it seemed like light years removed from the present when she was a virgin, and she recalled briefly how Duke had torn her up and made her bleed with those first few stiff, insistent thrusts that his long, stinging pole had provided inside the tightness of her virginal orifice.
From that earlier experience she had developed a great deal, and now instinctively she clasped her pussy muscles as she wiggled her hips back and forth in an appreciative flowing movement as she received the ringing stabs of his thrusting, dramatically alive penis, and all the while he could feel the surging juices in his cock and balls waiting to be released.
"Oh, what a fantastic fuck you are," he gasped. "Oh, damned, the way that cunt of yours snaps. Keep it snapping, baby. You've really got a snapping pussy, and it's just made to order for my cock. Oh, yes, do I ever love this!"
His sharply cannonading spear kept on planting itself with passionate enthusiasm inside the tight warmth of her hotly spasming pussy as he pushed himself that much nearer to the state of a wild and delirious climax.
"I love it, I really love it," he gasped.
His fingers finally commenced pinching and squeezing with great delight against the firm flesh of her flowing buttocks as he propelled his way that much deeper to the state of a stormy explosion.
A few quickly thrusting strokes later he could feel the floodtide of passion surging in his restless cock and balls as he found himself on the verge of expending his hot load.
"Oh, I'm so close now," he declared. "Just keep flinging those asscheeks, darling. Yes, I really love this. Oh, I love every bit of this exciting action."
He plunged his restless organ into her one more time, and finally he felt the time bomb beginning to detonate within him as the surging liquids rose to the surface and the exploding drops began to spray from the end of his torrid pole.
"Oh, here we go," he gasped.
The prolific drops of thick white fluid began to spray with passionate ecstasy from the end of his steaming pole, commencing to flood the hotly spasming vagina of the beautiful brunette as Sean's entire body tensed and he felt totally engulfed in a torrid sea of lusty passion.
"Oh, those wiggling asscheeks, I love them," he gasped. "This is so good. Ah, what screwing. Oh, the stuff is really spilling out of me. I can't get enough of you!"
His fingers clutched tightly against the warmth of her buttocks flesh as the intense drops of his thick white liquid splashed into her tight vagina.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH, WHAT A PIECE OF ASS!" he saluted her as the juices thundered from his erect tool. "OOO OOOHHHHHH, I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, SO VERY MUCH!"
The liquid stream continued until the final few drops of juice exploded from the end of his stormy rod, after which he released it from her pussy.
The brunette laid back and relaxed, deciding that her evening's work was over as far as impressing the red-haired football star was concerned, and genuinely hoping that she had made a lasting impression on him that would extend far beyond the limited reaches of that evening's activity.
No sooner was she convinced that it all had come to an end than she received a fresh surprise. Liz watched as the energetic football player reached down and began pumping on his cock.
"It only went down a little," he smiled pridefully. "That means that I've only got a little work to do before I get it up there again, my dear. Oh, damned, but this feels good. I love reaching out and pumping up and down on my cock."
She listened to the sound of his breathing, which was increasing heavily under the stimulating finger thrusts he quickly applied to his stirring cock.
When he finally released his fingers from his organ, which was now as throbbingly erect as it had been prior to his last explosion, he moved his slightly trembling body, which was aflame with wild excitement, dramatically toward her.
"Reach out and take my cock," he commanded. "Grab it with both hands and play with it."
He was not asking her, but telling her, his tone emphatic enough to carry that message. It made her angry to think once again about him carrying on in such an audacious manner, but yet she did not feel she really had a choice in the matter from the manner in which he reached out and let his fingers tightly grip her head. On top of that, she knew that Duke and the entire athletic department of State University was counting heavily upon a positive impression being made on the young man, and she had the strong impression that the key to finding the young man's heart and winning his allegiance definitely stemmed from pleasing his hard, scorching cock in just the right manner.
As he held on tightly to her scalp, the captive Liz reached down with both hands and let her fingers begin to glide up and down against the rigid base of his throbbingly alive organ.
"Oh, I love what you're doing, really love it," he gasped. "That is what I love, oh damned, my cock and balls are on fire!"
Her fingers moved up and down against the rigid base of his restless phallic tool as he felt the pressure dramatically building in his loins, the kind of pleasure that could be ultimately satisfied only through exploding the thick white juices from his cock.
Her fingers moved briskly for several more seconds, by which time the confident Sean O'Halloran, who knew precisely what he wanted, decided to bring a halt to that phase of the activity.
"Okay, you can knock off the finger action, honey," he grinned. "And now I want you to go to work with your tongue. I want you to start sucking my cock."
Even in her sexual activity with Coach Story, the one thing that Liz had not been asked to do was to go down on the football mentor's organ. He had been content to run his tongue over her pussy until she exploded, and to drive his thrusting cock against her hotly spasming vagina until orgasm.
Since Story was enchanted with the tightness of her pussy and loved thrusting movements as a way of obtaining orgasmic satisfaction, he had not, to that point, required Liz to suck him off. But now here she was, confronted directly with a demand from Sean to do that very thing, and this time she was convinced that she would indeed speak up and let him know that she would not do it.
Before she had an opportunity to raise a protest, however, the football player gripped her head more tightly than before, almost to the point where it hurt her, and shoved her mouth in the direction of his blue-veined phallic tool.
"Yeah, you're gonna suck," he gasped. "I'm gonna feed you my cock juices. You lucky little gal. You're gonna get yourself quite a thrill. You're gonna swallow my stuff."
He thrust his body quickly forward, continuing to hold her head sharply in place, and let the tip of his torrid cock make its initial penetration inside her mouth.
"Oh, this is gonna be so good," he exclaimed.
At first she wanted to scream, or at least register some kind of angry protest to Sean, but she was unable to say or do anything since he was literally forcing his hard, swollen manmeat into her mouth as he grinned with sadistic satisfaction. Sean could see from the expression on Liz' face that she was anything but into the act of voluntarily sucking a man's cock, and if anything, that made him feel better about the whole thing. He liked the idea of taking complete command of this intoxicatingly exotic young woman, of watching her grind her tongue against his rock hard penis.
At first he restricted his activity to forcing his cock within the outer edges of her mouth, but finally he ground it all the way inside her, pushing his piercing pole deep inside her mouth and grinding for all he was worth.
The young woman was livid with rage over what she was forced to endure, but recognized she was powerless to stop him. His buttocks twisted and turned as he drove his stabbing penis with relentless zeal inside her mouth, all the while propelling himself that much nearer to the state of climax.
"Oh, this is sucking," he gasped. "This is sucking the way that it's meant to be enjoyed.
Oh, my cock's on fire, my balls are on fire. I can't get enough."
His thundering cock kept on driving hard and fast as he worked it deep inside her mouth.
Eventually he let it penetrate all the way to her esophagus, and for a time she wondered if she would choke to death under the stirring pressure he was bringing to bear with his hammer-like tool, which he allowed to slam against the back of her throat as he pushed his way closer to climax.
"Oh, damned, damned, what a suck," he gasped. 'This is so good. I'd like to keep this up forever, but I know I can't. Oh, my balls are so damned swollen."
Eventually his thudding testicles began to scrape against the beautiful young woman's chin as he slammed his mammoth organ deep inside her mouth, all the while propelling himself that much nearer to the point of a stimulating climax.
"Oh, so good, what a suck, what a suck!" he gasped.
His hammering member blasted its way far and deep inside her mouth one more time, and by then he could feel the stirring juices in his pole ready to explode inside her mouth. His body wiggled and twisted, he let out a sigh, and watched as the first few stirring drops of orgasmic fluid eased out of the end of his erect manmeat and splashed into her mouth.
"Oh, here I go, this is just the beginning," he exclaimed, his body tensing dramatically.
Finally the juices began to spill profusely out of the quarterback's rigid phallic lance and inundate her mouth. He heaved sigh upon sigh and smiled with sublime satisfaction over what was happening to him as he unloaded the white juice.
"AAAAAHHHHGGGHHH, SO GOOD, AAA-GGGGHHH, I LOVE IT, I WANT IT!" he gasped.
As for Liz, at first she winced, then she panicked. As the deluge of hot white liquid spurted inside her mouth she wondered if she would choke on his juice. She might have spit at least some of it were it not for the fact that, by the time the deluge hit, he was hammering his cock into her throat. Her head was tilted back and she was unable to spit out the juice, which kept flooding her mouth like a never-ending torrent.
"Oh, so good, oh, damned, what a suck," he gasped. "This is so good, so good!"
A few drops later the explosion came to an end and Sean O'Halloran removed his now satisfied cock from Liz' mouth.
"Honey, you're absolutely great," he patted her cheek affectionately, smiling boyishly.
"Was that ever a wild fuck! Damned but I loved the whole thing. I really loved the way you took it. I could tell that you weren't used to cock sucking, but you stayed with it like a real pro."
Liz had told herself earlier that, once she had the chance, she would erupt and tell this arrogant young man where to go once that she got the chance. Now that it had arrived she was having second thoughts about it.
For one thing, she recognized that her mission just might have been successfully accomplished. Or at least there was apparently a chance that it was based on the enthusiastic response on the part of Sean. For another, she enjoyed the flattery coming from him as he told her how great a job she had done. There was also yet another reason.
Even with his faults, and the level of arrogance that Sean O'Halloran had evidenced, Liz Moreno could not help but find him attractive. There was something in his reckless manner that she found definitely exciting. She also could not help but be impressed by the attitude and manner he had toward sex once that he threw himself into motion. She could not help but get caught up in the raging vortex of excitement stemming from the kind of wild action in which he engaged, even while in another sense she might have found what he was doing repulsive.
It made her feel a great sense of relief to realize that she had handled her first cock suck, and was feeling no violent after shocks from the ordeal. She had to admit that, by the time the act had been moving into its closing stages, that she had even been learning to like what was happening.
Now it was all behind her, and she could not help but feel that things had been successfully accomplished from her end, even though it had actually been Sean who had made the cocksuck come off so well. Unless he had forced her against her own will to do what had been accomplished, she wondered if he would have received a blow job at all. In retrospect she decided that he probably would have, since everything was riding on her making a good impression on him. There would have always been the possibility, however, of him suffering the indignity of having her cough up some of his juice, and she was relieved that something that potentially embarrassing and damaging had not actually occurred.
A contented smile formed on Sean O'Halloran's lips as he stretched out on his back and looked at Liz.
"You know, Nancy told me you'd be just great and that I'd like you, and it sure turned out that way," he said. "I hope Nancy's getting along just fine."
"She is. Nancy's a very dynamic person. The kind that will get along anywhere."
"I'll go along with that," the grin widened. "She sure showed me a good time when I was at State. Let me tell you something. You talk about somebody giving a good cock suck. That Nancy can give head with the best of them. I called her the gal with the golden tongue and she really laughed at that."
Liz realized at that point just how hard State had been trying to recruit the red-haired quarterback with the rifle arm. Duke Story had thrown his two big guns at Sean as a means of enticing him to enter State. First the sexy blonde, Nancy Spencer, had been pressed into action. Then, the next time around, State University had served up the brunette beauty.
"I hope you had a good time tonight," Liz said, hoping that the more experienced Nancy had not so far overshadowed her own performance as to leave Sean disappointed, despite his earlier positive remarks, which were made in the immediate aftermath of orgasm.
"Are you kidding?" he smiled broadly, leaning forward and kissing her passionately on the lips, after which he promptly withdrew his lips from hers. "Who the hell could ever find you anything but super? You're absolutely beautiful. Just look at that gorgeous body. It's absolute perfection Just couldn't be any better. And that face is absolutely super. It couldn't be any better either. The whole thing was just great. Yeah, it couldn't have been any better. That's my feeling on the whole thing."
"I'm glad you feel that way."
"You are a winner. I'm a winner myself and I can recognize if somebody else is a winner.
Well, that's what you are. A super fantastic winner. Let me ask you something. Just what year are you in at State anyway?"
"I'm a freshman."
A broad grin broke onto his face.
"You're just a freshman?"
"That's right."
"Hey. That's really super."
"Why's that?"
"I mean. If I decided to enroll at State then that would mean that you'd have three full years left. Maybe even more if you decided to go to grad school there."
"That's right."
"I hope you're not engaged or going steady with anybody. Please tell me you're not."
"No. I'm not going with anybody in particular right now." She thought about Coach Story with some irony. She was, at least in a sense, going regularly with him, but she would certainly not tell Sean that.
"Oh, that's great. Too good to be true. You know, if there's one thing I would really love it would be deciding to go to a school and knowing that one of the best looking gals on campus, which you damned well have got to be, is there waiting for me. I just hope you'd be around so we could have all kinds of fun together. There's nothing I like better to loosen me up before a big game than getting a fantastic blow job from a beautiful woman.
I think that adds ten yards of zing to my passes."
"You really think so?"
"Damned right. Don't ever underestimate the impact of a fantastic blow job. Anyway, you think you could find some time for me if I did decide to enroll at State?"
"Certainly," she replied emphatically.
"That's good, that's really good. You're an exciting woman. And yeah! That's right! Nancy's there, too. I'd have two friends there, a gorgeous blonde and a fantastic brunette. Oh, I'd really love that. That would be great!"
"I do hope you'll keep us in mind."
"Oh, darling, you'd better believe that I will."
Liz was taken by surprise one more time by the aggressive football player as he reached out and let his fingers cling tightly to the warmth of her ripe bosoms.
He held on snugly to her boobs as he pushed her back down on top of the bed. As she lay there on her back, he threw himself down between her legs and let his sharply pistoning tongue immediately begin to attack the warmth of her succulent, moist vagina. She listened to the loud, intense slurping sounds of the football star as his rapidly twisting tongue made steady contact with the pinkness of her throbbing organ.
Within seconds he had thrown her into a wild tizzy of throbbing delight as her hotly spasming buttocks slammed against the bed beneath her and she heaved sigh upon sigh.
"Oh, I want this, I want it, I can't get enough of it," she loudly declared as her legs kicked back and forth unrestrainedly while the young man's sharply pistoning tongue probed its way skillfully inside the moist furnace of her vagina.
"Oh, what a box you've got," he murmured between sucks. "How I love sinking my tongue into you."
Liz could see that she was involved with a productive sex machine who could not seem to get enough in the way of wild and satisfying sensation. His tongue whipped back and forth, flicking out against the torrid surface of her moist feminine drapery as she was pushed ever closer to the state of a stirring orgasm.
"Oh, drive it, drive your tongue," she gasped. "Bring me off, my darling. I need it. I really need it. You brought me to this point with your sucking, and now the juices have just got to spray from my pussy. Do it to me!"
By then he had dramatically stepped up his pace so that he was proceeding at full speed as his stiffly projecting tongue ground its way with stirring delight against her ravaged organ.
"Suck me, suck me, suck me!" she gasped.
His fingers pushed tightly against her rapidly undulating breasts as he propelled her ever closer to the big moment at which the juices would topple from her organ.
A few loud gasps later the juices started to spurt from her pussy and into Sean's mouth.
She listened to the intense slurping sounds and watched his eyes roll with delight as he captured every drop of juice that spilled from her organ and into his mouth.
When he released his tongue from her vagina, Sean ran his fingers through Liz' hair.
"Oh, damned, but that was good," he said.
"I thought so too."
'Td like to keep you here all night."
"Except you know that we couldn't do that. We don't want to take anymore of a chance of being caught together."
"I know. You're right. I was just saying that it would be great if we could. Where do you want me to drop you off?"
"I'm staying at the Grand Hotel. I presume you know where that is. Don't you?"
"Of course I do," he laughed. "I know where every place is around here. It's probably the best hotel in town. It's right in the downtown area. We passed it on our way over here."
"Well. That's where I'm staying tonight."
"So how long are you gonna be in Sentryville?"
"Oh. Just tonight. I'm catching an eight o'clock plane tomorrow morning."
"It sure has been great."
"Yes, it has."
He kissed her lips intensely one more time.
They got dressed in silence. A few minutes later they left the room. Sean decided to pay one last call on Pops before they departed.
Pops was watching television and sipping from his now almost empty wine bottle as they entered the room.
"I'll bet you two had a good time," Pops winked lewdly.
"We sure did, Pops," Sean grinned. "Thanks for helping make it all possible."
"Don't mention it. I'd appreciate it if you'd get me those tickets you promised."
"Consider it done."
"Nice meeting you, young lady. Hope to see you again."
"Goodnight," Liz said.
A few minutes later he let her off in front of the hotel, kissing her one last time. It was not until she arrived in her hotel room that she realized how tired she actually was from the whole tense ordeal.