The biting October wind began rippling through the air as darkness rapidly descended on the practice field, where Duke Story, head football coach at State University, stood on the sidelines surveying the final few minutes of practice.
The tall, ruggedly constructed mentor stood with his arms folded, a thoroughly business-like expression etched onto his face. His cold dark eyes surveyed the scene before him in the manner of a general watching his troops go through maneuvers.
It was late afternoon of a Thursday, which meant that the tension leading up to game time at Memorial Stadium, where State University played its home games, on Saturday, was becoming thicker with each passing hour. At 1:30 of Saturday afternoon all of one week of drills would be put squarely on the line for the only thing that, in the final analysis really counted; how the team fared in action.
Duke Story watched his first team quarterback throw a short pass to a wide receiver in a controlled scrimmage, upon which he blew his Whistle and trotted to the center of the field. As he did, his players and coaching assistants flocked around him.
"You looked damned sluggish," he glowered at his players. "As a matter of fact, if this had been a game and the opposition had been any rougher than the local cub scouts, you sorry-looking clowns would have been in damned serious trouble. If you drag your damned sorry asses around on the field like that on Saturday we'll get more than whipped.
We'll be laughed right out of town by our own fans and by the media. Remember, you clowns, this is on regional television. Millions will be watching you actually expecting to see an aggressive, intelligently disciplined football team out there. If you go out and look like raggedy assed jokers like you did today, get ready to get pelted with overripe fruit, beer cans, or whatever the hell else they can get their hands on. Now tomorrow we show up at three on this same field, you clowns, and go through loosening up paces. That oughta be easy for a lot of you since you didn't do anymore than that the whole week.
You're getting used to it through practice. Now I wanna see three decent laps around this field. I wanna see a little bit of movement, some effort. Now get moving."
Once more the scowling football coach blew his whistle. The players scurried off en masse, making their way around the practice field. The coach watched as the same familiar pattern emerged, the lighter backs and receivers moving to the fore and the heavy, powerful but slower linemen trailing.
"Put a little effort into it, you clowns," Duke Story cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted. "See if you can't at least work up a sweat before going in and showering."
Story said no more during the rest of the session ending run, after which he watched the players walk toward the locker room. As he began to trudge off the field, his senior assistant, Chuck Barnes, walked over to him.
"Don't you think you were a little rough on them, Duke?" he asked.
Duke eyed the slender, white-haired man, snarling, "Hell no, Chuck. These jokers are being trained in warfare. This isn't home economics class, you know."
"You make us all well aware of that all year," Chuck Barnes laughed. "I just happened to think that things came together pretty well today. I thought the guys looked pretty sharp."
"They're beginning to shape up," Story said reluctantly, "and some of them are just starting to look like football players for the first time in their lives. If I don't ride their asses, though, and ride them hard, particularly the young guys who are just starting to learn what it takes in concentration and dedication to play winning big time college football, then they'll have a tendency to let up. And I guess you know what happens then."
"You've mentioned that in the past," Barnes nodded.
"I'll mention it again, because we all need to be reminded of it frequently. If those guys don't learn how to concentrate and put out properly then they're gonna get knocked on their asses and get hurt. We're gonna lose football games and we're all gonna get hurt, including you and me, and we'll be standing out there in the unemployment lines. Now I damned well don't want that and I'm sure you don't, either, so it's damned better to ride their asses good and hard on the practice field than run the risk of them not being properly prepared on Saturday."
"Thank you, General Story," Barnes chuckled.
"You're welcome, Mr. Second in Command." By then they had reached the parking lot. Chuck Barnes stopped in front of his white Datsun. Story turned and faced him.
"You're going to see that fast little halfback tonight?" Story asked. "The one that looked so great on film."
"That's right."
"Well, do a damned good selling job on him. We can use that guy. Tell him I said that if he comes to State, buckles down and learns the system right away, that he's good enough to probably start as a freshman. He's got the potential. It's just up to him how bad he wants it and how hard he's willing to work."
"That's just what I was planning to tell him from me, but it always sounds better coming from the head man."
Duke Story patted his loyal assistant on the shoulder.
"Good luck tonight, Chuck," Story said. "I know there's a lot of competition for this guy, but I'm hoping we can win out."
"You goin' home, Duke?"
"Nah. Goin' back to my office for awhile. Gonna look at some film of the opposition."
"Try and get a little sleep anyway," Barnes said as he unlocked his car door and let his slender frame slide into his Datsun.
"I'll try to," Story waved, beginning to walk away.
A few minutes later Story was in the film room, his eyes concentrating with fervent intensity on the action on the screen, which featured Mercury University, State's opponent of the following Saturday, in game competition.
After he had been watching the films for the better part of an hour, taking notes liberally on the pad in front of him, analyzing as best he could the strengths and weaknesses of the opposition, he started to become restless. Every now and then he stole glances at his watch.
At 6:30 he had an appointment he was extra eager to keep, and just thinking about it caused him to shift with restless anxiety in his chair. His cock began hardening in his shorts as he thought about the beautiful action in which he would be involving himself to both gratify his pleasures and ease the tension.
Finally, at 6:20, he shut off the projector and left the room, heading down the stairs, then out into the darkness of evening on an almost empty campus. Most of the students were either having dinner, studying in the library, or home, whether that be off campus or in ; the dorms.
Now his penis was rock hard as it dangled inside his trousers with restless anticipation.
He saw the light burning in the locker room of the men's gym, where the players had showered and left, the last of which had departed a good half hour earlier.
The ruggedly built coach unlocked the locker room door, then strolled in a quickening gait toward the dressing room. As he finally reached his destination his pulse began markedly accelerating and his cock stiffened once more as he stared in the direction of the object of his fascination. From the time he had left his office late that morning until the end of football practice, then during the seemingly interminable wait while he watched the game films and waited for the players to clear out of the locker room, he had dreamed about and anticipated this stirring moment.
Sitting demurely, clad in a white robe and barefooted, on a bench in front of a series of lockers, was Duke Story's hauntingly alluring secretary, Nancy Spencer.
The beautiful woman with the long blonde flowing hair that extended to her shoulders smiled at her boss as he stood a few feet away from her, transfixing his eyes on her alluring presence and saying nothing for the first few moments.
"What's the matter, honey, cat got your tongue?" she asked teasingly as she observed the manner in which Duke was hungrily eyeing her.
"I'm just taking a few seconds to digest all of this."
"Say, that's one hell of an erection you've got," she smiled, pointing with pleasure toward the protruding stiffness in the coach's trousers.
"I guess you'd have to say I'm ready," he nodded.
"If the team is as ready Saturday afternoon as you are right now, my dear, then you can't help but wallop Mercury University."
"I, sweetheart, am as ready as I'll ever be."
"Great. Well take off that jacket and get more comfortable�_"in fact, take off everything."
"I was just planning to do that. But before I do I wanna get a little satisfaction right now."
The rugged coach, still wearing his red jacket with STATE UNIVERSITY emblazoned on the back in purple, and with his red cap with the purple S still perched on his head, moved quickly toward the stunning woman.
He threw himself down next to her on the bench, then threw his arms around her waist. In an instant he was shoving his body toward the invigorating warmth of Nancy Spencer's form. He pushed his chest with provocative desire against the warmth of her breasts.
Even though she Still had on the white robe, that did not bother him One bit as he could Still feel the firm outline of her bosoms as they pressed resoundingly against his chest.
His lips surged forward, simultaneous with the friction of chest rubbing against breasts, and promptly the redness of his agitated lips made spirited contact with her thickly sensuous lips in a spirited symphony of passionate union.
Their lips locked with fervent intensity, remaining pressed together in a state of piercing mutual anxiety. All the while his chest continued thrusting dramatically forward, coming into contact with her ripe, firm breasts.
His heart pounded with an increasing thunder, and tense beads of perspiration dramatically surfaced on the coach's forehead as lips remained tightly pressed against lips.
When Duke Story released his lips from Nancy Spencer's, he hurled his tongue forward with piercing earnestness, and now he let it cut a spirited swathe as it connected with an accelerating fury inside the warmth of her mouth.
He felt the surging waves of acute pressure building with every passing moment in his torrid loins. Duke Story's body began trembling and now the beads of perspiration were rolling down both sides of his face with greater volume than before as he kept commanding the action, drilling the shapely blonde beauty's tongue with his own rapid fire, spirited tongue movements.
With one final gust of intense energy he ground his tongue against hers several more times. He then released his tongue from her mouth, then jumped up from the bench.
"You already take a shower?" he asked.
"Yes. A few minutes before you arrived," she nodded. "But that was when I was all by myself. I believe in teamwork, just like my boss Duke Story, that great football coach and character molder of young men always says, and what can beat the kind of intimate teamwork of a horny man and woman jumping into bed together or frolicking in the water?"
"Not a damned thing, honey," he laughed.
"Then let's do it."
"You're starting to sound like a football coach yourself."
"I guess being around your stirring presence so much of the time is beginning to have its effect."
"I guess it is. And to think that you've got nothing at all on under that robe," he licked his lips lasciviously. "That makes me hungrier than ever."
"Why do you think I was so eager to parade before the famous General Story in it?" she asked grinningly. 'There's nothing like leaving a little something to the imagination for even the horniest of males."
To prove her point, the blonde reached out and let her fingers push against the bloated surface of Story's cock as she touched the material of his trousers. His whole body twitched and his eyes widened, cluing her in as to how truly aroused he was at that moment.
Nancy was quick to realize the realities of the current situation. Duke was approaching another important game, a crucial test for his team and himself, and the tension was getting to him. Combine that with his own innate raw sensuality and you had a man desirous of exploding, of driving himself until his passions had pushed him to the brink and beyond.
They walked hand in hand toward the large shower room, where numerous State University athletes of various sports had showered following practices and competitions.
They stopped a few feet away from the small entry way leading into the shower facility.
Duke watched as Nancy Spencer reached down and slowly undid the sash of her robe.
Deliberately drawing things out for dramatic effect, determined to get the already highly aroused football coach even more excited before they stepped into the shower, she slowly eased the robe off of her, opening it up by parting it little by little, and as she did the horny coach reached down and unzipped his trousers. His trembling fingers clutched against the rock hard surface of his pulsatingly alive penis, and just watching him grind his fingers with assertive swiftness against the full length of his emblazoned pole only served to excite her that much more, enhancing Nancy's confidence in being able to arouse the coach. The fact that he had been turned onto her to such an extent, she knew, was the principal reason why he had hired her in the first place. She knew that she was in an enviable position with a cushy job for one of the most famous men in town and, indeed, in that entire region of America. She loved the money, the hours, and the numerous fringe benefits that were attached to the position, and so she was determined to do all she could to please him, to make him feel elated that he had hired her in the first place, and content in the knowledge that she was around when he needed her.
His fingers continued resolutely tugging at the firmness of his lust-bloated pole as she continued slowly but surely parting her robe, giving him an expanding look of her stunning body.
Finally she threw her white robe all the way to the back of her shoulders, affording her torrid lover an almost totally unobstructed view of her naked body. His eyes immediately fastened on the area between her long, sleekly tapered, ivory-textured legs to the blonde patches of her pubic fur and, finally, to the enticing pinkness of her captivating vagina.
"Do you ever look great," he declared huskily.
The blonde smiled triumphantly, then threw the robe off of her, letting it drop to the floor.
She parted her legs slowly, tantalizingly, and as Duke Story's alert eyes continued to appraise her every move, she reached down with her right hand and let her fingers commence sliding against the warmth of her fleecy pubic vee.
Her eyes rolled and she let out several gasps of intense enjoyment as her fingers continued making crisp contact against her pubic curls, then finally against the scintillating warmth of her pink orifice itself.
"Oh, that feels so good," she sighed, continuing the sweeping finger friction as the coach looked on.
"I'll bet it does," he replied. "What I'm doing feels pretty damned good, too."
His fingers kept tugging against the firmness of his long, intense pole as he enjoyed every frenzied moment of what was happening. This was one of those rare occasions when the coach the media described as "The man who eats, breathes and thinks football twenty-four hours a day" totally refuted the aforementioned statement. For the moment neither football nor anything else counted in his life except for the singular mission of enhancing himself sexually to the fullest possible extent, of enjoying himself to the ultimate.
He kept up the probing finger stabs for as long as he dared, after which he withdrew his fingers from his torrid cock. When he released his nervous fingers from his lust-bloated tool his beautiful lover removed her fingers from her cuntal furrow.
They looked at each other, communicating through silence, each knowing what needed to be done next.
While the blonde watched, standing with her hands at her sides, the zealous football coach promptly removed his clothes, grunting and gasping, discarding the garments as rapidly as possible until he was finally down to his shorts, which he spiritedly glided down his legs and off of him.
As he stepped out of his shorts and revealed his totally naked body for the first time, Nancy moved toward him. She looked at his powerful, massive chest, replete with plenty of hair, stared for several moments at his supple, well-defined biceps, which looked like they could have belonged to the village blacksmith, then let her eyes focus for an instant on his muscular, washboard stomach, kept in the same trimness of his college and professional football playing days. Finally her eyes stared longingly at the blue-veined stiffness of his captivating cock, and she could not resist the opportunity to reach down and let her fingers clutch against the solid massive column of flesh.
As her fingers began toying with the resolute tip of his intense shaft his body twitched with a fresh outburst of nervous energy. It had been exciting enough to let his own fingers travel down the swollen, rock hard surface of his stirring cock, but now the lovely blonde was letting her fingers spiritedly collide with his teaming pole, causing the excitement level to accelerate throughout his entire body, particularly between his legs.
"What a magic touch you've got," he gasped. "I really love what you're doing to me. Oh, baby, you never cease to excite me. I really like what you're doing, the way that you let those fingers clutch against my prick."
At first she contented herself with letting her fingers glide against the stirring circumference of his intense organ, but soon enough she decided to progress further, and so her steaming fingers started to clutch and glide as she worked them up and down against the entire length of his blazing tool.
"Oh, that will shake a guy up like nothing else," the coach heaved a deep gasp.
"This is one way to be sure of turning on old Mr. Macho," she laughed, continuing her vigorous finger thrusts.
"Oh, damned! You'd better believe it."
Despite the thorough enjoyment that both Duke and Nancy derived from the assertive finger thrusting against the lengthy surface of his inflamed penis, they both knew that it had to come to an end before the juices burst from the end of his towering pole. They had so much in the way of passionate enjoyment awaiting them, and they did not want to risk putting a crimp into the action by having the horny coach explode prematurely.
She dropped her fingers suddenly from his cock, doing so at the point at which she felt that he would not be able to withstand that kind of hot action any longer without shooting the thick white juices from his organ.
They looked at each other and grinned, then stepped inside the shower. The coach stepped beneath one of the shower sprays and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until lukewarm water was splashing down on his body.
"Come on," he motioned to his lover. "The water's fine. We've got it at the temperature we both love." Nancy Spencer slipped beneath the spray and together they enjoyed the comforting warmth of the water making contact with their glowing skin. Duke Story immediately picked up a bar of soap and started gliding it against the firmness of her already electrified breasts. Back and forth he spiritedly glided the soap bar while Nancy purred with great content.
"Oh, I love that," she swooned. "Oh, honey. It feels so good when you let that soap brush against my tits. What a feeling. Oh, it feels so nice, so good, I love it!"
He watched with great satisfaction as the foamy soap suds began to form in ever greater number against the firm warmth of the blonde's shapely ivory smooth breasts.
Duke loved the way that her ripe mammaries sharply undulated as he kept up the flowing pressure. When he eventually released the soap from her breasts, he glided it down between her legs and watched as the suds formed against the tantalized surface of her thoroughly aroused nest.
"Oh, do you ever know how to excite a woman," she gasped, enjoying every moment of the action. "I really love your movements, honey. It feels so good!"
He glided the soap against her vagina a few more times, after which he removed it, watching as the soap suds disappeared promptly from her breasts and vagina from the drops of warm water which continued to spray against her body.
Duke handed the bar of soap grinningly to the sexy secretary, extending his legs slightly and preparing for the swift volley of action he knew would ensue.
The blonde thrust out quickly with the soap bar, letting the soap soothingly penetrate against the bone hardness of his stirringly alive penis, which she had massaged with such expertise only a few minutes earlier.
"Hey, I love that, really love it," he gasped. "Oh, baby, just look at those suds form! What a fantastic feeling!"
"Yes, and do I love turning you on this way."
"Oh. It feels so nice."
The soap made surging contact with the coach's cock and balls for several moments more. When she withdrew the soap and watched the suds disappear from the spurting waves of warm water, she knew that soon they would be out of the shower and into even more intimate forms of impassioned contact.
After the last few soap suds had disappeared from around the horny Duke's cock and balls, he lunged forward and shut off the shower spray.
He lunged forward again, throwing his lips fervently against those of the blonde, after which he every bit as rapidly withdrew those same lips.
They stepped out of the shower room and dried their glistening naked bodies off with clean white towels. As soon as Duke discarded his towel he moved promptly toward a nearby storage closet, reaching inside and pulling out a long gymnastics mat, spreading the white object out on the floor.
Once that Duke had spread the mat out in the manner that he desired, he eased his body downward onto the mat and extended his legs, jerking up and down on his cock several times as he looked over toward Nancy Spencer, who had just finished drying off her body and had cast off her towel.
"Let's go, honey," he said.
"Are you ready?" she grinned, moving toward him.
"Just take a look at this hard-on. Is that ready?"
"Yes, my dear. That's definitely ready."
She eased her sleekly naked body, which was still glistening from the cleansing shower she had experienced, actually the second shower within a short time for her, down onto the mat.
The coach threw his body promptly into high gear, allowing his burning fingers to clutch and smother with assertive determination and skill the warmth of her shapely bosoms. He loved clutching and squeezing the ripeness of her firm boobs, and the longer and more firmly that his fingers pressed the faster he noticed that her body commenced twitching and gliding as it rolled around on the mat.
"What a body you've got," he gasped, "and am I ever gonna give it one hell of a workout.
What a damned fine body! This is so good. I love getting together with you."
"Oh, those fingers. Mr. Macho! Duke! Really squeeze. Oh, honey, do I adore those firm fingers!"
Occasionally he would allow his surging fingers to clutch tightly against the pinkness of her ravished nipple flesh. Her whole body hunched and spasmed dramatically under the wild finger onslaught that he sent forth against her sensitive flesh.
"Oh, damned, what tits you've got!" he exclaimed. "I really love putting these fingers into motion!"
He let his fingers clutch and thrust against the warmth of his lover's breasts and nipples for a few more mind-boggling, intense minutes. As he did he reached down with both hands and let his strong fingers clutch tightly against the warmth of the blonde's firm thighs. He parted her legs firmly, then threw himself down quickly between them, and as Nancy extended her sleek, exquisitely tapered thighs some more, he let his hotly cascading lips plunge forcefully forward and come into piercing contact with her. sultry vagina flesh as her whole body rocked, reacting in the manner of a woman suffering a sudden and highly acute electrical shock. It was as if thousands of volts of electricity were coursing through her entire body at the same time, as his fervent lips converged with her vagina over and over again.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH, HONEY, WHAT ACTION!" she shrieked. "OOOHHHHHHH, YES, JUST KEEP THAT UP!"
His lips connected several more times with sharp impact against her seething vagina, upon which he released them and decided it was time to put his tongue to work against the sweltering surface of her inflamed orifice.
"I'm gonna eat that beautiful box," he declared confidently. "I'm gonna eat you right up to your fucking navel, honey."
"That's the kind of talk I love to hear."
"Well, my tongue is gonna do the job."
"You bet it is."
"Go to it, baby. I'm burning up between my legs."
"Oh, I know you are. You practically jumped out of your skin when I kissed that gorgeous little jewel between your legs."
"Kiss it again, this time with your tongue," she gasped hotly. "Oh, honey, you've really got me steamed up now and there's no tomorrow, so go ahead and suck, really suck."
"You can be damned sure I will."
"Once you put your mind to it there's nothing that's gonna stop you. Absolutely nothing."
She watched as he dropped his head down between her scalding legs. His tongue flicked forward, and soon he was letting it glide with electrifying passion against the budding node of her intensely aroused clitoris.
"OOOOOOOO HHHHHH HHHHHH YYYYEE EEEESS SSSSS, OOOOOO HHHHHH, I LOVE IT!" she loudly declared.
His fingers glided up and down against her quivering thighs as his tongue pushed teasingly against her clitoris a second time, causing her to heave another delirious sigh of sexual arousal as she enjoyed the manner in which he was taking charge.
"Do it to me, keep it up," she sighed. "Oh, honey, really put your tongue to work! Drive it in my nest!"
His tongue scraped against her clitoris a few more times, by which time he was ready to press on to the entire surface of her stormy vagina. He had thoroughly aroused her with his tongue thrusts against her clitoris, and now he was firmly determined to finish her off with his dazzling thrusts.
"Get me off, get me off," she sighed urgently.
His fingers continued spiritedly massaging her thighs as he kept up his rapid fire tongue thrusts, driving her ever nearer to the point of climax. His blistering movements soon caused her whole body to erupt uncontrollably as her thighs and buttocks twisted and slid against the white mat beneath her while she let out a series of sighs and gasps, recognizing just how closely she had been pushed to the stormy point of climax.
"Oh, you've really got me close now," she exclaimed. "Just keep that busy tongue sliding.
Oh, plant it in me, darling, really do it. I want you to get me off! Oh, what a fiery tongue!
That's so good! Oh, I want it!"
A few impassioned strokes later he had shoved her to the brink of orgasm. The juices would have to inevitably splash from her hotly besieged vagina and her body spasmed wildly, slapping against the mat beneath her.
"Do it, drive your tongue, really drive it," she declared.
He released his fingers from her trembling thighs and planted them with devastating firmness against the wiggling flesh of her ripe alabaster buttocks. He clutched them with tight precision as he kept pushing gloriously onward, driving his determined tongue against her scalding pussy flesh as he drove her that much closer to the state of a stormy explosion.
"Just a few more times, suck me, oh, suck me," she called out to him with great urgency.
His fingers pinched with even greater intensity against the warmth of her writhing ass globes, and all the while his fiery, determined tongue continued burying itself in a blaze of fervent glory against her inferno of pussy flesh.
"Do it, do it, suck me," she declared.
She loved feeling the hot breath of his rapidly twisting tongue as he kept steadily depositing it against the furrow of her inflamed love pit. Several torrid strokes later the first few drops of passionate juice started exploding from her vagina and flooding the mouth of the football coach.
"OOOOOHHHHHH, HERE I AM!" she exclaimed. "KEEP SUCKING ME, MY DARLING!
OH, KEEP THAT TONGUE MOVING! DRIVE IT INSIDE MY PUSSY! SUCK, REALLY SUCK!"
The driving tongue whiplashed her steaming cuntal inferno as the juices began to profusely spray from her intense love nest, and all the while he caught every drop, doing everything that he could to enjoy every hot stroke.
"Keep that tongue driving," she begged. "Yes. Get every drop of the stuff out of me! I really want it!"
His blistering tongue attack continued as he made sharp contact with her exploding orifice.
He caught every drop of the exploding stream, then released his tongue from her mound.
"That couldn't have been better," she told him.
"That's for sure. I always did love your delightful taste."
"It's there for the taking."
"You don't know how much satisfaction I've received just knowing that, realizing that your pussy is available to me."
"But let's get the focus off of my pussy for now and on to your long, hard cock."
The blonde reached down and let her fingers clutch firmly to the tip of his lengthy pole, which was hotter and more excited than ever in the wake of his triumphant pussy suck.
"Ah, you're gripping it with authority," he grinned.
"That's the only way to fly."
"Oh. I love the way you're squeezing it."
"You know me. I love to give you head."
"You sure do. You give the damned best head in town. Best in any town, for that matter."
"Oh, honey. With flattery like that you'll get everything."
"Flattery will get me everywhere."
"You're damned right it will."
Her fingers pumped up and down resolutely against the lust-bloated length of the coach's mammoth tool, and finally she let her tongue teasingly make contact with the tip of his stirring prong. She would slowly let her tongue snake against the tip of his organ, after which she would then commence manipulating it up and down the full length of his electrified shaft.
Soon her tongue was making sweeping contact with the blue-veined surface of his impassioned rod as his legs kicked back and forth with celebrated glee. He loved basking in the enjoyment of the torrid action.
"Oh, honey, what a scorching tongue you've got," he declared. "You've really got a wild tongue."
Her head bobbed and her lustrous blonde hair whirled in a self-generated breeze as she kept on driving her sizzling tongue up and down against his piercing cock.
A few strokes later he decided to call a halt to the sucking action as his stormy cock was about to explode. He reached out and tugged passionately at the blonde's head.
"Let go, let up right now," he said.
Nancy removed her tongue from her lover's cock, looking up at him. She wondered just what action he would be taking next. She would have been just as content to drive her tongue up and down against his torrid penis until the scorching drops of his thick white fluid engulfed her mouth, something she had done for him on so many different occasions.
Nancy was also well enough aware of her boss' traits by now, however, to realize that there were occasions when he would enjoy some cocksucking as a means of getting him good and stirred up, after which he felt it was time to move on to other action. This was obviously one of those occasions.
She did not have to wonder for long as to what his next course of action would be. The determined football coach reached out with his right hand and slid the first three fingers of it inside the tightness of her anal passage.
"Oh, you're really stinging me," she grunted.
"Just getting you adjusted," he laughed. "You can take it. I've had you the back way before."
"This is true. I guess about the only part of me that's virgin is my right ear lobe."
"Then remind me sometime soon to fuck your right ear lobe."
"That'll be fine. It would be nice to welcome it to the rest of me, wouldn't it?"
"You're damned right."
A smile of erotic satisfaction surfaced on the macho coach's lips as he shoved his fingers forward once more, letting them penetrate their way with firmness inside her anal passage for a second time as her hips and buttocks corkscrewed in dramatic response to what was happening to her.
"Now I'm getting you really adjusted to this," he laughed. "This ass fingering is just fabulous, particularly when the ass is as shapely as yours. Oh, I just love the way that you twist that fantastic behind of yours when I let my fingers plunge inside your ass. This feels so good. Oh, damned, what magnificent penetration."
The smile remained fixed on his face as Duke's aroused fingers kept sliding in and out of the anal aperture of the blonde as her asscheeks continued spiritedly wiggling.
When he eventually released his fingers from the tightness of her anus for good, he let his fingers grip tightly against the firmness of her asscheeks. As he squeezed with great delight, he issued a command. "Get down on your knees and spread your legs," he said.
The blonde did exactly as told, and after she positioned herself accordingly, she wiggled her shapely ass back and forth a few times to excite her lover, realizing just how noticeably she was exciting him in his already agitated cock and balls.
"What an ass, what a glorious ass," he gulped.
He reached out once more, letting his fingers grip her buttocks with seething tightness as he prepared to launch into some more wild penis action.
Duke fired his steaming pole forward, letting out a huge sigh as he planted it against the tightness of her ravished anal passage, causing him to let out a loud gasp of sodomistic delight.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH, WHAT AN ASS!" he gasped.
He released his torrid pole from her anal passage, then shoved his fleshy spike of cockmeat forward a second time. This time he penetrated with greater depth than before as he gritted his teeth and basked in the enjoyment of his sturdy cudgel making blistering contact with her tight hole.
"Oh, you'll kill me yet fucking me this way," she exclaimed.
Down deep, however, they both knew that she had long passed the point of feeling any great discomfort from being fucked that way, even though Duke was indeed capable of making her ass sting or hurt from certain intrusions into her anal passage. She had been married to a star pro football defensive lineman, "Mad Dog" McCardle, before going to work for Duke, and it was "Mad Dog's" frequent practice, particularly during the tensions of football season when the scramble for the league playoffs would grow intense, to derive his sex thrills through sodomy. In that "Mad Dog" was 6-7, 275 pounds and had the hugest cock Nancy had ever seen, or cared to see, she learned to adjust to that kind of forceful penetration.
Although Duke was not 6-7, standing at 6-2 1/2, his well-distributed 220 pound frame included a long, forceful cock which he wielded with the same degree of forceful determination as had Nancy's ex-husband, and she had learned through experiences with McCardle just how to corkscrew and wiggle her shapely behind to provide her horny pursuer with just the right amount of excitement.
Back and forth the Duke kept driving his forceful, rapier-like organ as he propelled it with searing vigor into the tightness of her twisting behind, and every now and then his bloated, thudding testicles would slap against the ripeness of her gyrating nether cheeks as he propelled himself ever closer to the state of a spirited, stormy explosion. "Oh, I couldn't have a tighter ass to fuck," he gasped. "Damned! Oh, what a blitz! I'm gonna keep up this fantastic fucking until the juices fly from my prick. Oh, I love the feel of this. The fit of my stiff prick into your asshole."
"Are you ever fucking me," she replied. "That feels like a hot poker you're jamming up my ass."
"Not a poker but a pecker," he laughed.
Once more his spirited penis surged with stirring determination into the scorched intensity of her ravished anus. She loved the combination of the seething heat and force of his long pole blasting her with the erotic feeling of tightness stemming from the manner in which her anal lips continued clutching with insistence against the stormy intrusions of Duke's vigorous cock as he pushed himself that much nearer to the state of climax.
The beads of sweat were pouring down both sides of his face, and the erotic smile of satisfaction that had graced Duke's countenance a few minutes earlier had been replaced by a look of steely determination as he kept up the penetrating action, driving his hard pole into her vulnerably exposed anus.
He connected with her several more times as his lunging tool drove vigorously against her ass, and now the ravishment was reaching its closing stages as overpowering surges of itchiness engulfed his stormy cock and balls.
"Oh, I'm really close now," he hissed.
"Good. Keep blasting away, darling."
"Oh, yes. This is so good."
"Ah. Keep on fucking me. Really drive your blasting cock."
The furnace of passions was now ready to erupt as Duke reached out with both hands and let them slap against the writhing asscheeks of his beautiful victim.
He hammered back and forth a few more times, then felt the first few drops of fluid commence easing out of the tip of his hot shaft.
"Ah, that's really good," he gasped. "What fucking. Get ready, honey. You're gonna feel all that hot juice just spilling into your ass. It's gonna feel so good to you."
Steadily and sturdily he continued his forceful thrusts as he pushed ever nearer to the big moment. The pre-orgasmic fluid had already eased from the tip of his explosive cock, and now he would soon be experiencing the sublime satisfaction of a wild cock deluge with the escape of a thick white stream of fluid.
"Oh, damned, I'm just itching," he gasped. "The stuff is gonna just thunder from my prick."
"Keep driving it into me, honey. I know how much you need it and how much I'm loving it."
"This is so good. So good."
His hammering, resolute cock tore into her ravaged anus one more time. His whole body started to rock and he heaved a long, loud, seemingly interminable sigh as the exploding pellets of prolific white juice thundered voluminously from the end of his stiff manmeat and into his lover's asshole.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHH, KEEP TWISTING YOUR ASS, KEEP IT MOVING, HOW GOOD, HOW GOOD!" he sighed.
Her buttocks continued to wiggle as she felt the exploding stream spraying her asshole, after which he then removed his cock from her asshole. He patted her buttocks affectionately.
"Now I feel as if I've rejoined the human race," he said.
"You're less horny?"
"I can live with myself," he laughed.
"That's good. I guess you'll be going back to watching some more films, won't you?"
"Yep. I'd love to take you to dinner, honey, but I'm gonna grab a sandwich at the cafeteria and go back to the film room. You really gave me one hell of a time."
"You gave me one hell of a bruising fuck."
"Oh. Incidentally. Chuck is going over to that young halfback's place tonight. Hope something good comes of it."
"You mean Lester Norman?"
"That's right. That's his name."
"He sure looked great on film. I liked the way that he used his blockers," the blonde said as she began to slip back into her clothes.
"Say, I keep forgetting," Duke Story laughed, easing into his shorts. "You were married to McCardle and he taught you quite a bit about football."
"That's about the only thing he could teach me. Except for sex. He had a two track mind.
Football and sex."
"Listen. Don't knock it. That's the way I am," the coach laughed.
"I'd never hold it against you, dear," the blonde smiled. "All I can say is I hope you can recruit Lester. He's good. Great moves. And he's such a nice young man to talk to."
"That's right. You did talk to him on the phone."
"I certainly did. Not only that, but I set up the dinner for Chuck at his house tonight."
"Of course. I remember that now. Of course, I couldn't even remember Lester Norman's name until you refreshed my memory."
"Don't be alarmed by it, honey. My ex was always telling me about his coach, and about how the guy was always saying that he had to concentrate totally on the game. You get to where you're concentrating that hard on the game and other things have got to suffer."
"Tell me about it," he laughed resignedly. "If my ex-wife ever heard you say that she'd sure as hell agree."
"So football was the thing that broke up your marriage?"
"Damned right, and I don't think it was the regular season that did it. She said she could have taken that if that had been the only problem."
"So what did it, the recruiting?"
"You do pick up fast," he nodded. "Yeah. I was away from home just too damned much.
She'd want me at home and off I'd be to Oregon, Illinois or wherever to recruit some athletes. Or maybe speak at a coaching clinic."
"There's one thing I've definitely got to say for you, honey, in spite of everything," the blonde grinned.
"What's that?"
"You handle tension very well."
"Tell that to my players," he laughed. "I explode a lot on them. Of course, I never wanna let up on those guys. That's my philosophy, you know. You've got to stay on top of them and make them produce."
"But don't you think sometimes you overdo it?"
"You sound like Chuck," he laughed. "That's what he was telling me after practice today.
Said he figured that the guys didn't practice all that badly, and he wondered why I was riding them so hard. I told him that it's important for them to keep that keen edge that they've got to have going into a game. Concentration is the thing and if you lose that you're through."
"Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if I'd been born a guy and had been playing football under you."
"You would have hated my guts, that's what," he laughed. N "Oh. I don't think any of the players actually hate you. I think they recognize that you've got a job to do."
"You're right, but I'm right, too."
"How can we both be right?"
"They hate me some of the time, and even when they do it's not the usual kind of hate where somebody just can't stand another person in any way, shape or form. No, it's different than that. The hatred is a kind of resentment that I won't let up. That's what bothers them. That's what I'm saying."
"But is that really hate?"
"Oh, I think it's a certain kind of hatred."
A few minutes later they were both dressed. They kissed in front of the building and departed in their respective directions, Duke for the cafeteria to buy a sandwich and cup of coffee to take back to the film room with him, and Nancy for the parking lot and her car.
CHAPTER TWO
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 know�_"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.
CHAPTER THREE
From the time that Liz Moreno had arrived at State University, Nancy Spencer had done her best to befriend the young woman and make her feel at home in every way.
Liz had been an honor student in her home town of Gallup, New Mexico, and when it came time for her to go to college, she realized that she needed financial assistance to be able to attend at all. Her father worked as a gas station attendant, and the fact that Liz came from a family of eight brothers and sisters meant that the week's paycheck was being constantly stretched beyond its limits. Her mother did odd jobs and occasionally worked in the fields at some of the many ranches in the small town situated one hundred miles west of Albuquerque, but the heavy demands on her time to raise a family were so great that she could not afford to leave home as often as she otherwise would have.
Throughout high school Liz maintained a part time job working in a drug store, contributing money to support the family, and at school she excelled brilliantly in the classroom and on the school paper, of which she became editor both her junior and senior years.
Recognizing that the young woman had great promise, but also cognizant of the acute money problems her family faced, the Moreno family and her teachers at school were hoping that somehow a way could be found for her to secure a scholarship so that she could attend college.
Liz faithfully applied for scholarships to numerous universities both in and out of New Mexico, and the problem she kept confronting was that scholarships were limited and, whenever a school was in doubt concerning applicants to reward, they would choose those who had come from more established high schools.
State University had thought enough of her academic promise to send her a plane ticket so she could travel to the school and be interviewed by university officials. It was during these interviews that a counselor in administration struck upon an idea. There was an opening in the sports information department with the departure of a graduate journalism student, who had since left to take a writing job for a Chicago television station. The university took a long look at the young woman's high school background, discovering that, prior to the time that she had become editor of her school paper, she had served as sports editor.
The university eventually offered the young woman a scholarship in which her tuition would be paid and she would have a chance to earn additional money working twenty-five hours a week in the sports information department.
Liz Moreno's boss, along with everyone else who had come into contact with her, was happy over the strides she had made in a few short months on the job. At first she seemed overawed by being thrust into a new situation in a strange city, one so much larger and busier than the town from which she had come, and it was Nancy Spencer, at the encouragement of Coach Story, who had befriended her and had done her best to make the young woman feel properly at home.
It was a quiet Wednesday evening in Nancy's apartment, and Liz Moreno was sitting in the living room with the blonde woman as they relaxed looking at television following dinner, which Nancy had ably prepared.
The two women were bored with the routine melodrama they were watching, and so Nancy asked Liz if it would be all right for her to turn the set off. Liz promptly agreed.
After turning off the television, Nancy talked her friend into having some wine with her, and so, as they sipped the wine in the quietness of evening, they began to talk. At first conversation revolving around the successful football season that State was thus far enjoying.
"Coach Story is very optimistic," Nancy told Liz Moreno. "He feels that if the team can win the rest of its games, there's a good chance they'll get a bowl game offer."
"That will be great. That's what I keep hearing around the office, too. It would be State's first bowl bid in five years."
"But all that aside, Liz. How are things going with you?"
"Oh. Very well. I'm happy with the way things are going."
"Good. There's just one thing that worries me a little about you," Nancy said, her voice registering concern.
"What's that?"
"Your social life. You're such an attractive young woman and there are all kinds of guys on this-campus wanting to take you out. As a matter of fact, I've had some guys on the football team asking me if I thought there was a chance of getting a date for them. They said they just can't seem to get to know you."
"I have been very busy."
"You've been invited to a lot of parties and I can't remember either seeing you or hearing about you going to any of them."
"That's because I haven't been to any of them.
"That's what I thought. Mind telling me why?"
"Well, this is my first year in school, and the first year is always the hardest. This is my big chance, an opportunity to make good, and I'm concentrating as hard as I can to see that I make the most of it."
"That's very well and good, but have you ever heard about what can happen if a person concentrates too hard?"
"You mean if they overwork?"
"That's exactly what I mean. You can overdo it and then things start, to go in reverse. You can actually go backwards. I think it's really important for you to get out and have a little fun. I'm telling you that as a friend."
"Maybe you're right. I know it sometimes has been tough to concentrate when I spend as much time on my work as I've been doing."
"Of course it is. You need to ease off a little. You know, you are a very pretty young woman."
"Thank you. That makes me feel good to get a compliment like that from somebody as pretty as you are. I remember what I thought the first time I saw you."
"What did you think, dear?" the blonde asked with a smile.
"I thought to myself that I wished I looked like you did. You looked so beautiful and confident. I wanted to be like you in every way. I couldn't help but admire you."
"You're being too kind," Nancy smiled.
Nancy could see that Liz Moreno was looking up to her as she would an older sister. She was happy to see that such a high level of admiration was present. Nancy thought that she could convert the admiration to positive advantage as far as her goals were concerned.
The blonde eased her body over toward Liz' on the sofa. She stared into the alert, captivatingly lovely brown eyes of the beautiful young Chicano girl. She could see the same level of idealism, some of which was born of naivete, that had characterized her at a comparable stage of her life. Now was the time, she reasoned, to bring this lovely young woman into immediate touch with the world of reality.
Nancy stared at Liz' coal black hair, her smooth olive skin, her sensuous red lips, and her stunning figure. Nancy had always loved the curvaceousness of the young woman's firm buttocks and the beauty of her equally firm breasts. Somebody had to loosen this dazzling beauty up and she considered herself to be as good a candidate as any, particularly since Liz already had a strong admiration for her and had demonstrated friendship toward her on so many occasions.
"You really have what it takes, Liz," she whispered to the young brunette, "What beautiful smooth skin. What a gorgeous figure. Yes, you've definitely got what it takes."
Nancy leaned forward and eased her fingers toward the young Chicano woman's breasts.
Slowly and softly she let them glide inside her blouse and brassiere until they were scraping with soothing warmth against the firm, ripe flesh. Just touching the dazzling Liz Moreno caused vibrations of excitement to circulate profusely through her entire body, particularly between her slightly quivering legs.
Although Nancy was touching her breasts, it was all happening on such a slow and seemingly non-erotic scale that Liz did not initially react in shock. She recalled several times when some of her closer girl friends in high school had expressed admiration and she had let them touch her there. She had drawn the line on any activity beyond that, however, and that was as far as things had gone.
Now here was another woman who apparently possessed the same level of admiration for her reaching out and smoothly massaging her breasts. It did feel good to Liz to experience the sensation of the fingers making slow but sure contact with the warmth of her breasts, but she was also starting to worry just a little about what Nancy had in mind. She also was starting to worry about the strange vibrations beginning to circulate through her own body.
"Yes. Lovely, very lovely," Nancy purred as she continued to finger the young woman's breasts.
While Nancy continued to let her fingers make slow but steady erotic contact with the warmth of Liz Moreno's firm breasts, she suddenly leaned her head forward. Nancy puckered up her lips, then let them make swift plunging contact against Liz' lips.
This time Liz' body convulsed and she reacted in shock, doing her best to immediately pull back her lips, to thwart Nancy in her efforts. The determined blonde, however, was not to be denied as her lips pressed firmly against those of the young woman and her fingers continued to press against her breasts, only a good deal tighter and more resolutely than before.
When Nancy eventually released her lips from Liz, the younger woman immediately voiced a protest, one which came out more as fear than as anger. The ring of authority was clearly missing, but the measure of fearful uncertainty all too evident.
"Stop, Nancy. You don't know what you're doing," she shrieked. "This is wrong, all wrong."
"No, it isn't, my dear, and furthermore I don't believe you think it is, either. Not really. Look at the way your body is shaking. It's because you can feel the waves of excitement. That's why."
"No. That isn't it. Please. Don't do that again."
"I won't. This time I've got something else in mind."
Once more young Liz was taken by surprise over an abrupt move on the part of Nancy.
The blonde leaned forward, and as she clutched Liz' breasts tightly, she thrust her steaming red tongue forward, quickly forcing it inside of Liz' mouth.
Liz did her best to fight off Nancy's efforts, but she had clearly been taken by surprise once more, and by the time she was ready to put forward some resistance the blonde was already wielding her tongue with crisp anxiety inside the young woman's mouth. All that Liz could do was gulp and gasp in complete desperation as the activity continued in the form of the rapid fire, pistoning tongue thrusts directed inside of Liz' mouth.
While Nancy's hotly pulsating tongue continued to slip and slide inside the wetness of the Chicano woman's oral cavern, the blonde promptly released her crisp fingers from Liz' breasts and soon she was throwing her arms around Liz.
While the steaming tongue action continued, Nancy guided Liz down from the sofa and toward the rug, onto which they toppled as one with a loud thud.
Tongue continued to spiritedly lash against tongue as the desperate Liz made several attempts to free herself from Nancy's grasp, but on each occasion she was unsuccessful.
The striking young brunette was presently experiencing a kind of unique agony, something markedly different from any sensation that she had previously encountered in her life.
There was a certain fear present over the fact that she was experiencing waves of sensation shooting through her whole body from the combination of the tongue kiss and the finger activity directed toward her alabaster breasts. She could not help but feel that these sensations were tragically wrong, and she particularly feared what they might portend.
Tongue clashed with tongue for several more impactful minutes, after which Nancy released her tongue from Liz' mouth. When she did she put her fingers to work swiftly prying the young woman's blouse off amidst trembles and shrieks of protest from Liz over what was happening to her.
"Stop, stop, you've gone out of your mind," she shouted. "You're doing such awful things to me!"
"I'm out of my mind with lust," Nancy laughed.
By then Nancy was determined that nothing would dislodge her from achieving her goal, that of removing every stitch of clothing from the brunette. She pulled and tugged until Liz' blouse was removed. The young Chicano woman shouted a fresh series of protests now that her blouse had been removed.
"Stop, stop, oh, don't, please stop," she exclaimed. "Now quiet down, darling, and learn to enjoy this. Everything is gonna be just fine. We're all gonna have a spectacular time. You'll learn how much enjoyment you can have with me after you get over these hysterics and learn to enjoy yourself."
"No. This is wrong, this is evil. You've gone out of your mind, Nancy. I don't know what's gotten into you. Stop right now and leave me alone. Let me go."
Nancy was not about to release her beautiful victim. She was too enamored with her, and of the numerous erotic possibilities that lay ahead.
Now that Liz Moreno's blouse had been removed and tossed aside, it was time to separate her from her brassiere. Nancy's fingers moved with quick aggressiveness as she let them clutch against the straps of the white brassiere, setting up another chorus of desperate protest from the beautiful Chicano.
"You're making things even worse," she exclaimed. "Stop. Please stop right now."
Nancy was not about to pay a solitary bit of attention to the protests of her friend as she pried off her brassiere, then stared down at the ripe succulence of her magnificent breasts, which she immediately fondled with great delight.
"Oh, darling, it feels so good touching these," she said. "These are such lovely breasts."
"Oh, please let go," a terrified Liz Moreno begged. "Let go of my breasts. Don't touch them like that."
"It's natural for women to reach out and touch each other," Nancy responded. "You have such lovely breasts, dear, and all I'm doing is showing you a little affection."
Despite the fact that the confused and distraught Liz Moreno was outwardly protesting over what was happening to her, Nancy could tell from the troubled expression on her face that the young woman's resistance was quickly dwindling. There was a side of her that had already been bowled over by the blonde's abundant charms.
Finally Nancy released her fingers from the Chicano's breasts. Her next step was to remove her slacks, and as she reached down and grabbed hold of them emphatically, the confusion within Liz grew by leaps and bounds and she heaved a series of desperate gasps, followed by more words of protest.
"Stop, oh, please stop," she begged.
Now all authority had gone from her voice, and Nancy immediately detected not only a tone of confusion, but also that of resignation in which the young woman was beginning to reconcile herself not only to her present fate, but to her future fate as well.
Nancy's heart began pounding with great anxiety as she quickly tugged off Liz Moreno's slacks, pulling them down her legs and off of her, then immediately reaching out and grabbing a firm hold of the Chicano woman's wispy white panties.
"Oh, no, I'll be naked and totally helpless," Liz shrieked. "Please, Nancy. Stop now."
"Honey, by now I don't think you even want me to stop."
"Oh, but I do. This is humiliating."
"Nonsense. There's nothing humiliating about one woman seeing another woman naked.
You know better than that."
"In some settings maybe so, but not this way. You're almost tearing my things off of me."
"I wouldn't be pulling so hard if you weren't making it tougher on me, my sweet. Your body stiffens, you pull away, and that makes the whole thing that much harder. Just relax a little and everything'll come much easier."
"But it shouldn't come easier. It shouldn't happen at all. Please stop and don't bother me anymore. Not like this, Nancy. Oh, please stop, I beg of you."
"You're so stunning, and now I'm gonna see you completely naked," Nancy panted gleefully. "I can hardly wait to see you that way. Oh, this is gonna be super."
She pulled and slid her panties with resolute swiftness down the olive-skinned beauty's legs. Even though her legs were kicking back and forth, the situation did not pose any great difficulty for the stunning and determined Nancy.
Before long Nancy had totally removed the Chicano's panties, and now she was lying totally naked on the rug as Nancy's alert eyes hungrily appraised Liz Moreno.
Nancy's eyes gleefully took in the inspiring sight of the young woman's nest. She peered closely at the curly strands of coal black pubic hair, and at the succulent pinkness of the Chicano's vagina flesh.
"What a superb body," Nancy licked her lips with lascivious anticipation as Liz lay there vulnerably exposed. "I'm gonna get the same way, my dear. I'm gonna completely strip and we're gonna have ourselves a beautiful time."
While Liz continued to lie there on the rug, her beautiful body on full display, the blonde got up and began removing her dress. She did her best to entice the brunette in the process, hoping to throw off many erotic signals and trap her in the same spell in which she had snared so many men.
Nancy wiggled her buttocks provocatively as she removed her dress. Once that she pulled it off she lay stretched out for several seconds a few feet away from Liz on the rug, clad only in her powder blue bikini panties and matching brassiere.
She reached out and promptly tugged at her brassiere, thrusting her breasts back and forth as she did, watching Liz all the while. She was pleased to notice the manner in which Liz' eyes widened as she stared at her breasts, after which she turned her head away in fear, seeking to deny to herself what her instincts were actually feeling.
Finally Nancy tossed her brassiere casually aside, reaching down with both hands and allowing her firm, tenacious fingers to clutch and twist against the warmth of her breasts.
Her fingers squeezed with great determination as she sought to do everything she could to excite young Liz even before she made more overt moves.
After releasing her fingers from the ripeness of her highly aroused breasts, Nancy reached down and clutched at her panties, which she pulled down her legs, which were quivering with a sense of surging anticipation and excitement.
"Oh, it's gonna feel good to have everything off," Nancy swooned, letting her alluring buttocks wiggle back and forth several times as she noticed the young Chicano woman watching.
Nancy eventually kicked off her panties and prepared to launch into some more action.
She threw her arms around her lover's body and pressed forward ardently with her lips, letting them find their mark against the ripeness of her lover's lips.
When Nancy withdrew her lips from those of her lover, she reached down with her probing tongue and let it glide with dexterous skill against the brunette's ripe breasts.
"Oh, no, this is going too far," Liz sighed with desperation.
Nancy could tell that the seduction was moving forward with great success. Her racing tongue kept finding the mark against the nubile boobs of the young brunette. She loved the way that her tits responded to the swift thrusting movements as she glided her sharply undulating breasts upward toward the oncoming piercing stabs of the blonde's sweeping tongue.
A few moments later there were no more verbal protests issuing from the brunette, and now Nancy was gliding her tongue superbly against the prickly pink nipples of Liz. She could tell just how hard they were from pressing her sensitively probing tongue against them, and that indicated one thing as far as Nancy was concerned. Liz was turning on and fast, no matter what she might be trying to convince herself of to the contrary.
Once that Nancy had finished salaciously slurping the brunette's breasts and nipples with pulsating intensity, she reached down and let her flaming red digit sweep up and down gracefully against the trembling thigh of the olive-skinned woman.
Nancy distinctly heard the purring sounds emanating from Liz, emphatically indicating she was indeed enjoying what was happening, and after several swift, commanding thrusts she turned her spirited tongue loose on her right thigh.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh," Liz finally swooned.
Never had Liz ever been thrilled by the tongue of anyone in the manner in which Nancy was turning her on at that moment, directing her spirited tongue with sizzling intensity as she pushed it time and again first up and down her right thigh, then her left, after which she would reverse the process once more.
After driving her tongue unrestrainedly against Liz' thighs for a few more torrid strokes, Nancy then went to work asserting her tongue up between the shapely brunette's trembling legs, letting it register with slow, exploratory strokes against the pulsating pussy of the young Chicano.
At first Liz' body dramatically stiffened as she made one last effort to resist the stirring tongue movements of her intensely aroused lover, but soon enough, after the assertive Nancy commenced gliding her tongue more swiftly than before, her hips and buttocks dramatically swayed and she could do nothing other than cry out in the loudest and most emphatic manner: "OOOO OOOOHHHHH, SSSSSSOOOOOOOOO NICE, OOOOOHHHHHHH, I DON'T BELIEVE IT! OOOOOHHHHHH, SO GOOD!"
By then Nancy's fingers were simultaneously gliding up and down the Chicano's thighs as she pushed her ever nearer to the point of a rousing climax.
Liz Moreno's breathing was now coming in short gusts of air. She would inhale quickly and dispel the air with the same degree of rapidity as she was pushed that much closer to the stirring moment of climactic satisfaction.
"Keep doing it," Liz cried out unashamedly. "Oh, yes. Do it to me! Suck, suck, really drive your tongue. I need it so bad. I can't believe anything could feel this good!"
The stirring tongue of the blonde beauty kept on ravishing her lover's intensely aroused vagina as she pushed her that much nearer to the state of a glorious orgasm.
Nancy was ecstatic over the fact that now she had young Liz right where she wanted her, begging for each succeeding thrust that the blonde's hungry tongue asserted.
"Oh, I'm almost there, almost there," Liz announced. "Just keep that hot tongue working.
Drive it inside me. Slide it in my pussy. Oh, do it, do it, do it!"
The drilling tongue of Nancy surged forward once more as it made contact with the sodden pussy of Liz. Finally Liz' entire body began dramatically and rapidly trembling as the drops of spirited pussy fluid exploded from her organ.
"OOOOO OOOOHHHHHHHHH, DO IT, KEEP DOING IT!" she sighed. "I LOVE THE WAY THAT TONGUE IS WORKING! AAAGGGGHHHH, YES, YES, YES, I LOVE IT!"
The drops of liquid sprayed voluminously into Nancy's waiting mouth as Liz Moreno's hips and ass-cheeks twisted and spasmed in the process of the delirious orgasm.
The sharply attacking tongue of the stunning blonde drained every drop of vaginal fluid from Liz Moreno's organ. She then released it and stretched out in the middle of the rug, reaching down and slowly gliding her fingers against her love nest.
"C'mon, darling, and take care of me," she beckoned.
Still very much in the throes of passion, the brunette eased her body over toward her lover and stared at her glistening blonde pubic hairs, and at the restless pink vagina that rested beneath them.
"Now it's your turn, darling," Nancy said softly. "Just put your tongue to work. Give it to me!" Liz slowly, a little fearfully, glided her tongue downward toward the pussy of the blonde woman. When she had pushed it down far enough, to where she was extra close to her organ, the blonde reached out and gripped her head firmly, holding it in place. "Steady now, honey," Nancy said softly, easing her grip, not wanting to give Liz Moreno the impression that she was being intimidated, preferring instead for the younger woman to let things develop on a more gradual and voluntary level. She was convinced that Liz would fall into place as long as she was not coaxed too hard or too fast. "Now really get that tongue working, darling. Just ease it against my pussy in the beginning and let things develop. After you've given it a little bit of a chance everything is gonna be just fine. So c'mon and put your tongue to work, my sweet. I want to show you how to really enjoy yourself. You liked it when I went down on you and you're gonna love it when you do the same to me. Let's really get into it and enjoy ourselves."
Just hearing the reassuring tones of the older woman's voice caused Liz to feel a greater measure of confidence. She had covered a lot of fresh ground lately, but she knew that she had farther to go.
Finally the brunette eased her tongue against the sodden warmth of the blonde's font, prompting Nancy to let out a sigh of wild exhilaration over the contact that was taking place.
"Let that beautiful tongue glide," the blonde exclaimed. "Oh, plant it inside me. Really let it go. Drive it inside my box. C'mon my dear and let's really get into it."
The blonde's hips swirled and she heaved a series of gasps, which prompted the younger woman to become more impressionable, as well as desirous to provide Nancy with some satisfaction.
"Keep that busy tongue working," Nancy declared. "You've got a great tongue, my darling.
I want you to really put it to work. Oh, I want to feel it probing into my nest. Keep it sliding and driving. I want it, I really want it."
Gradually the young woman continued warming up to the challenge, until eventually she started to generate speed and enthusiasm. As she inhaled the scent of her lover's femininity she began to realize that the act in which she was engaging with Nancy involved total empathy. This was an act that she could truly understand and appreciate, being a woman herself, that of working her tongue inside the sweltering pink orifice of another woman until the juices spurted from Nancy's vagina.
"That's it, you're doing just great," Nancy declared. "Oh, your tongue is really making me tingle. You're putting just the right emphasis into every stroke, my darling. Keep up this beautiful pace, really drive your tongue. Oh, plant it inside my box. Really drive it. Make me juice."
While Nancy's buttocks continued to dance, her legs kicked back and forth unrestrainedly as the volley of fiery tongue thrusts continued and she was propelled that much closer to orgasm.
Nancy could not help but be greatly impressed over the skilled and determined manner in which young Liz had asserted herself with respect to the blazing tongue action. Back and forth she thrust her fiery oral digit as she propelled her lover that much nearer to the state of a stormy climax.
"A few more strokes and you'll have me off," Nancy declared. "Oh, what a fiery tongue, what a great tongue. You're learning so fast, you're so great at what you're doing."
The swift volley of dazzling movement continued as the rapidly slicing tongue of the brunette kept on finding the mark time and again against the searing organ of the shapely blonde.
"Oh, baby, I'm tingling all over," a breathless Nancy exclaimed. "Just keep on working that driving tongue. Oh, I'm so close now and it feels so good."
Liz continued bearing down with her blazing tongue, whipping it with solid assertiveness as it plunged over and over again against its responsive target, and as Nancy found herself marching inexorably forward, proceeding that much closer to the state of a stormy explosion, she reached out and let her trembling fingers slide up and down against the perspiration-stained back of Liz.
"Oh, baby, your tongue is just tearing up my pussy," Nancy gasped. "Keep on driving it, really do it. Oh, how I want it! I can't get enough of it. What a tongue!"
A few assertive tongue thrusts later the juices began toppling from the steaming orifice of the brunette, splashing unrestrainedly into the hot, open mouth of Liz, who was now in a position to taste the fruits of her efforts.
"OOOOO OOOOHHHHHHHH, WHAT ACTION!" Nancy exclaimed. "WHAT A FANTASTIC TONGUE YOU HAVE! KEEP DRIVING IT INTO ME! OH, SWALLOW EVERY DROP OF THE JUICE, HONEY, EVERY PRECIOUS DROP!"
The hotly slurping tongue continued finding the mark, driving with blistering zeal as it worked inside the sweltering confines of Nancy's organ while she continued to explode, the erupting juices spraying from her.
% Liz reached down and let her fingers grip tightly against the blonde's seething white buttocks as she swallowed the final few drops of the streaming fluid.
"Oh, darling, you're so good," the compliments oozed spontaneously from Nancy. "Just keep your hot tongue sliding inside me. Oh, really work it, drain every drop out of my pussy!"
A few rapid fire thrusts later, the brunette was swallowing the final drops of tantalizing cuntal fluid from her lover's organ. She then removed her tongue from her nest.
"I can't relate to any of this," Liz Moreno shook her head perplexedly when it was all over.
"You needed this, darling," Nancy assured her, patting her on top of the head. "You're a really beautiful woman and you needed some stimulation. It's only natural for a girl with your beauty to be made over. And it didn't hurt to make over me, either. Hell. We've both got great faces and bodies, so why not supply each other with some pleasure?"
"I still can't relate to all that went on," she repeated. "I did so much. I did things I never dreamed I could do or ever would do, and once I got started it all seemed to get so much easier."
"Of course it did. You got hot, that's what happened, and then your instincts took over," Nancy explained smilingly. "You might look on all this now as weird, but in time you're gonna look back on all this and realize that it was natural enough. In fact, if I hadn't seduced you somebody else would have."
"What makes you say that?"
"I'll tell you why. You've been throwing yourself into your work, your studies. You've done so very well, my dear. But you've lost sight of something so very important."
"What did I lose sight of?"
"That life does not consist solely of work. You have to have some play along the way. You need to loosen up a little, and you just weren't doing that."
"I suppose that part is true."
"Didn't you have even a faint desire, for instance, to go out with one of those many guys around here? You know, scores of them are just aching for the chance to take you out."
"Yes. I guess I did."
"So why didn't you go out and have some fun?"
"I guess it was because I realized that this was my big chance to really make something of myself in life and I didn't want to do anything to jeopardize it."
"You are very conscientious, my darling," Nancy acknowledged, "but it would still do you a whale of good to reshape your thinking at least a little."
"Perhaps you're right," Liz Moreno said. "All I know is that I still feel plenty weird about all that happened."
CHAPTER FOUR
Liz Moreno noticed a definite change for the better as far as her situation at State University was concerned in the immediate aftermath of her wild sex interlude with Nancy Spencer.
Nancy called her in to see her about one week later, informing her that she would be doing some work directly for Coach Story, for which she would be paid additional money.
The extra responsibilities were easy enough to assume, encompassing some low pressure, non-deadline typing and receptionist work.
"This will take a little pressure off of me," Nancy explained. "He gives me so much to do."
Liz soon became friends with Coach Story, who was always extra kind to her, and several times took her out to lunch.
One day she was given an assignment that extended into early evening, and as Coach Story trudged into his office after practice, dressed formally in suit and tie after having showered with his players, she was just finishing her typing. It was the first time she had ever seen him dressed up that Way in person, although she had seen him in a suit the few occasions when she had watched his weekly half hour television program which played locally and regionally throughout the football season.
"How's it going, Liz?" he asked with a smile, picking up a briefcase on top of his desk.
"Just fine, Coach Story."
"You're a hard working young lady," Duke Story enthused. "Dedication is something I really admire. Matter of fact, it's the first thing I look for in a young man I'm thinking of recruiting. Oh, sure, I'm looking for talent as well, but it's dedication that really seizes my attention. I'll tell you, Liz. I can name you a long list of guys who played with distinction here at State and greatly enhanced our football program who didn't really have that much in the way of natural athletic talent."
"Really?" Liz looked up from her typewriter.
"Yes. And I can tell you of a number of guys who had all kinds of natural ability and never made so much as a dent. It was all because that group that made it, the guys that didn't have that much natural talent, had dedication. The ones that were blessed with the natural talent didn't. Of course, if I'd known that in the first place I wouldn't have recruited them.
But the point I'm leading up to is that you've got great dedication, and that's an unbeatable asset in any walk of life."
"Thank you very much. You're all dressed up. You look very distinguished," Liz Moreno said.
"Yeah. You really think so?" he grinned, happy that she had complimented him.
"Yes. I don't see you dressed like that usually when you're around here."
"That's true. I'm in my work togs. It so happens I'm off to the studio to do my weekly show with Terry Reilly. Ever see it?"
"Yes. It's a good program. I like it especially when you show film clips from the last week's game and explain what happened. And I like it at the end of the show when you show the films of the upcoming opponent and try and tell the audience what to expect. I remember how much it helped me when I went to the next game. I felt a whole lot more knowledgeable about what was going on."
"Great. That's exactly what I'm trying to do in my show," the coach enthused. "I want people to be informed football fans, to develop a real appreciation for the game."
"Well, it helped me."
"What have you got planned for tonight?" Coach Story asked.
Liz registered surprise at the question.
"I'm going home and will do some studying. When I'm through I'll try and watch your show."
"How would you like to be my guest and see my show being done at the studio?" he asked.
"Well, I... I have some typing I've got to finish before I leave here, and... "
"And then I'll take you to dinner afterwards," the persistent coach cut her off. "You've been doing a good job for me, and if there's one thing I'm a little concerned about with you, and Nancy says the same thing, it's that you work so hard. Too hard. Skip the rest of that typing for now. It'll keep. You come with me, relax and watch the show, then I'll take you to dinner at a place near the studio where they serve just about the best steaks in town. So you come with me and that's an order from your boss."
"That's very nice of you, Coach Story."
"So let's not delay another minute. I should have been out of here five minutes ago."
They left the office and went immediately to the studio in the downtown section of the city.
They rode in Coach Story's Lincoln Continental, and arrived at the studio just ten minutes before the shooting was to commence. Coach Story immediately shook hands with Terry Reilly, the slender, red-haired commentator who was a regular on the show along with Coach Story. While serving as host for the program, Reilly also did all State University games on television. The men shook hands warmly after which Reilly was introduced to Liz Moreno. His eyes sparkled and he smiled.
"Pleased to meet you, Liz," he said in a friendly voice.
"How do you do. Glad to know you."
"That's a very lovely young lady you have working for you there," Reilly told the coach.
"With Nancy and Liz working for you you've got to have the two best looking secretaries of any coach in the country."
"I sure believe that," Coach Story nodded.
Liz blushed a little from the compliments flowing in her direction. A few seconds later the director of the program emerged on the scene', whisking the two men off toward the sound stage. Liz was escorted by a director's assistant to the tiny gallery toward the rear of the small room, where she sat and stared in the direction of the tiny stage atop which Terry Reilly and Coach Story sat behind a desk. Behind them was a large screen, where the football game films which would be shown that evening would be flashed.
The show went well, and Liz watched with great interest. She was intrigued over how the cameras functioned, and she observed the manner in which the cameraman would sweep in and out, taking close-up shots of the two men at one point, then drawing back.
When the program ended Coach Story took Liz around and introduced her to members of the sound crew and the cameraman, after which they left the studio with Terry Reilly. The two men chatted on the way to the parking lot about how the program went, and about what could be anticipated in the upcoming State game that Saturday.
The men shook hands in the parking lot in front of Coach Story's car. Terry Reilly bid Liz a good evening, then walked over toward his Cadillac Seville and got in, driving off.
A few minutes later Liz and the coach arrived at the fashionable restaurant where they would dine. Everyone there, seemingly, knew Coach Story, and it could not help but make the young woman feel good to know that she, a small town girl, had really arrived, being in the company of such a famous man, for whom she worked.
The dinner conversation broke down into two topics. One, of course, was football. It had been said so many times that Coach Story was unable to sustain a conversation devoid of the subject of football for any longer than five minutes, and the coach himself always smilingly related that the statement was only what amounted to a minor exaggeration.
They also talked a great deal about Liz, with Story asking a number of questions about her background, how she felt she was adjusting to the transition to a big city and large university, as well as her broad overall goals.
They left the restaurant and drove for several minutes. They reached a main boulevard and Coach Story made a right turn.
"Coach Story, you turned the wrong way," Liz said, a little bit excitedly. "The school is over to the left. You turned right."
"I know," he nodded calmly.
"But you're going the wrong way."
"No. I'm going the right way."
"But the school is over in the opposite direction."
"I know that. My directions aren't in error. My house is located over this way. I wanted to take you in it for a little while and show you my mementoes. It's kind of like a museum, unique unto itself. I show it to everybody who works for me, who's around me any length of time. I think you'll find it quite interesting."
"Very well, but I guess I'm not gonna get any studying in tonight," Liz laughed.
"Don't worry about it," Coach Story promptly replied. "You're a very conscientious young woman and you do more than your share of studying. As hard as I work my players, there are times when I give them days off. I'm giving you the evening off."
Eventually Coach Story pulled into the driveway of a cheery-looking light blue house set behind a white picket fence, which was situated on a quiet street of an upper middle class neighborhood in which all the lawns were uniformly neatly landscaped, including that of Coach Story.
He took her on a tour of the house, which she liked very well. His eyes then lit up with nostalgic glee as the famous coach, better known within his home city than even the mayor, took her into his den, the most spacious room in the house for one obvious reason�_"it housed the Coach Duke Story collection.
His eyes twinkled all the while as she was shown team and game pictures from Duke Story's high school and college playing days. He told her about his coaches and teammates. He then swelled with pride when he showed her team pictures from his professional playing days, after which she saw the pictures of each and every one of the teams he had coached at State University. Most of the pictures hung on the walls of the large room, while others were in picture books.
Coach Story opened up a large closet, showing her game jerseys he had worn as a player in high school, college, and in the professional football ranks.
After he showed her his jersey collection, Coach Story opened some drawers and removed football programs dating from years earlier, when he was in college, up to the present. Filed neatly in place, resting on top, was the program from State's last game the preceding week.
"How's that for keeping things in chronological sequence?" the coach grinned as he closed the drawer after showing Liz Moreno his collection of football programs.
Once that Duke Story was finished showing Liz his collection, he led her down the hallway, stopping abruptly in front of a closed door. Suddenly the expression on his face became sober. The twinkle that had been previously in his eyes when he had been showing her his collection had vanished.
"There's something else I've got to show you," he said.
Slowly the coach opened the door, gesturing for the young woman to enter the room. He followed directly behind her, closing the door behind him. He flicked on a light, which only partially illuminated the room, leaving it in semi-darkness. Liz looked at Coach Story, an expression of astonishment in her widened eyes. She was standing in Coach Story's bedroom.
"What... are we doing here?" she asked in little more than a whisper.
"Oh, honey. I've been waiting so long for this. You're so beautiful. At school I'd look at you in hungry desperation. Now we're finally alone." His words came out in a tone that was both hushed and breathy, indicating the seething inner excitement that was waiting to spring promptly to the surface.
"Oh, no, don't," she shook her head fearfully. "You're not gonna do anything like that. Oh, please."
"And why the hell not? You're over eighteen, aren't you?"
"I'm just eighteen."
"So what the hell. You're over eighteen and you're of age in this state. I'm not breaking any law. I just happen to think you're beautiful, that's all. I just happen to think you're great, that's all. And I just happen to be ready to prove it, that's all."
"Oh, no. Don't make me change my opinion of you, Coach Story."
"It's high time you started calling me Duke, baby. Or better yet, something more endearing, like honey. Damned but you're beautiful. Now I'm gonna show you how much I think of you."
"Oh, no, please. I respected you more than any man I'd ever met, except for my own father. Don't make me change my mind. Oh, please, please let me alone."
"There comes a time, Liz my dear, when respect isn't enough, when what you're really looking for is something else. Right now I'm looking for intensity, the kind I can only get from a beautiful woman like you, and I'm damned well gonna get it."
With that he promptly and assertively threw his arms around the beautiful brunette. His lips promptly found hers, and immediately Liz Moreno sought to struggle free of Coach Story's grasp. She learned soon enough, however, that the strong, bulky football coach was too much for her to resist on a physical level. He was able to easily thwart her resistance efforts. For a time she did her best to fight her lips free of his explosive intrusions, but her efforts met with nothing but frustration.
Back and forth his lips plunged with commanding energy, and soon the rugged football coach was guiding the lovely young woman toward the bed and throwing her down on top of it. Before she was able to get up and make a run for it, however, he had planted his body securely on top of hers, and now he was eagerly, insistently, forcing his blazing red tongue inside her mouth.
"No, no, no," she managed to gasp, after which his thrusting red tongue worked its way inside her mouth, completely stifling any further efforts to protest.
His steadily thrusting tongue took total charge of her, and he felt throbbing waves of ecstasy vibrate throughout his intensely alive body. The vigor of his sweeping movements quickly overpowered the young woman, whose head spun in an expanding sea of desperation over being pushed toward a precipice of uncertainty, a totally unique experience in which matters were swept out of the realm of her personal control.
His spinning tongue continued to grind against the wetness of her oral digit, and finally, against her own better judgment, she started to instinctively return his volleys, scarcely aware of what she was doing.
He glided his tongue spiritedly against hers for a few more penetrating strokes, and then he finally released his tongue from hers, upon which he reached down and began to work his fingers crisply against the trembling young woman's dress, which he was eager to remove from her.
"Oh, stop, stop," she fearfully protested. "Don't do this to me. Oh, please stop. We've gone too far already. Don't push me any further. No, please don't."
"Quiet down, honey," he grinned lustfully. "You don't realize just how much you need something like this, Liz honey. I know a whole lot better than you do."
"No, please. This is so cheap, so vulgar!"
"The hell it is. It's just something completely natural. A man and a woman are enjoying their bodies. There's not a damned thing sordid or dirty about any of that. It's just natural, whether you wanna admit it or not."
"Oh, no, not so. Stop, please stop."
His steadily assertive fingers kept on working as he sought to separate her from her dress, and finally, his face broadening in a triumphant smile, he managed to pull it off of her.
"Ah, here we go," he gasped.
He removed her dress, then reached out and let his fingers firmly grip her white brassiere.
His darting eyes moved back and forth between her breasts, covered by the white brassiere, and her crotch, covered by her wispy white panties. Her beauty was that of ripe perfection embodied in one woman. Her jutting breasts were perfectly formed, her buttocks firm and curvaceous, her legs sleek and long, magnificently tapered at the thighs.
He also loved the color and texture of her olive skin. A fine misty sheen of perspiration was beginning to surface on her body, and the glistening perspiration blended with her coppery skin tone made her look more alluring than ever.
"What a woman you are," he gasped.
"Please let me go. Let's stop now."
"Oh, no, my darling. We're really just getting started. This is the beginning of a beautiful experience."
No sooner were the words out of the rugged football coach's mouth than his fingers were plucking at the straps of her brassiere. He unclasped the brassiere, removing it, staring down with intoxicating delight at her perfectly formed mammaries, standing out like two identical mountain peeks, and springing forth out of the confining influence of her brassiere.
The young woman winced with humiliation, then closed her eyes momentarily, ashamed that her bare bosoms were being revealed to this man for whom she worked, a man she had formerly respected but now despised for the manner in which he was brazenly and, apparently self-righteously, abusing her.
"Oh, damned, these tits are incredible," he sighed. "I've never seen better ones, darling.
Not even my ex-wife had a better set of tits than these. You're really something, darling."
She looked at him with fear, wondering what he would do to her next. She did not have to wait for long. Duke Story reached out with both hands, letting his strong, gigantic fingers crush against her breasts. His fingers pushed and tugged against the solid chunks of flesh as he grinned with lascivious delight.
"Oh, it feels so good to grab hold of these tits," he exclaimed. "You oughta let a man like me appreciate your lovely breasts without making such a fuss, honey. You're as tight as a drum. Your whole body is."
"I'm afraid. This whole crazy ordeal has me terrified."
"That's sheer nonsense," he replied crisply. "There's no reason for you to be ashamed about a thing. I'm just a horny guy appreciating something beautiful. You don't need to be afraid."
"I'm not used to being handled this way."
"Then it's damned high time that you did get used to it. Oh, damned, what shapely tits."
His fingers eventually made contact with the warmth of her nipples, and several times he squeezed hard enough to make her wince, but his fingers never really inflicted pain. His efforts only stung her a few times.
"Oh, damned, do I ever appreciate a gorgeous set of boobs," the highly aroused coach exclaimed.
By then the coach's penis was throbbing with wild desire inside his trousers, pushing relentlessly and nervously against the confining influence of his shorts. He wanted to unzip his trousers and yank out his hard prick, but that would wait for a little while. For now he would concentrate on the act of undressing his beautiful lover.
Duke Story could hardly wait to remove the young woman's panties, and with fervent desire he released his crisply efficient fingers from her breasts and let them make solid contact with the elastic waistband of her panties. A look of horror immediately surfaced on the young woman's face as she anticipated only too well just what was about to happen.
"Oh, no, please, don't completely humiliate me," her body trembled more noticeably than ever and salty tears of fear intermingled with acute desperation began rolling profusely down both sides of her face. "No humiliation, honey," he grinned. "Hell, I'm almost on the verge of worshiping you. You look that damned good. Oh, what a woman you are."
Promptly he began to assert himself once more, sliding the gossamer-like material down her legs, listening to the salacious scraping sounds of the material making contact with her flesh.
Before long he had slid her panties down far enough to where he was afforded a perfect view of her crotch, highlighted by the tufts of coal black pubic hair and the enticing pink, vagina which rested beneath them.
"Oh, damned, what a body," he drooled. "What legs. What a truly fantastic box. You're everything that I was convinced you were, my darling. I'm gonna devour every delicious part of you " His fingers kept spiritedly tugging at her panties until he finally forced them off of her altogether, after which he tossed them aside, discarding them onto the floor.
"Oh, damned, you couldn't look any better," he drooled.
Her whole body quivered and she turned her head away several times with embarrassment over the manner in which he was staring at her vulnerably exposed body.
Her whole body continued to shake.
The football coach wanted to remove his own clothes so that his naked, recklessly alive body could entwine itself against the captivating nudity of the olive-skinned beauty, but he decided not to undress. Duke Story did not want to expend the extra time removing his clothes, since it would detract from the erotic impact of this moment, the heat that had generated within him. In addition, he wanted the momentum to build consistently, and he was fearful about what would happen if he delayed long enough to remove his clothes.
The young woman was protesting now, and would use a respite to protest more.
He thrust his head immediately forward, before Liz Moreno had an opportunity to openly and emphatically articulate the frustrations she felt over what Duke Story was doing to her.
Before she knew it her breasts were being ravaged by the spirited tongue thrusts of Duke, who whipped his searing red digit with convincing enthusiasm against her breasts and nipples, alternating his strokes, keeping the level of action at a perpetual feverish pitch.
"Stop, stop, stop," she exclaimed, but suddenly the tone of shrill urgency and fear were gone. Duke immediately sensed that the young woman was beginning to derive enjoyment from the impact of what was going on.
Her breasts started to undulate instinctively under the fervent, rippling tongue sensations being brought to bear against the curvaceousness of her succulent breasts.
"Oh, stop, stop," she said.
Now the young woman was feeling tremendous frustration over the fact that she was beginning to actually enjoy the sensations she was receiving from the rapid fire, drilling movements of her lover's sweeping, moist tongue.
His dancing tongue spryly connected with the wetness of her breasts and nipples a few more times. He then released his tongue from her breast area, letting it sweep downward dramatically until it was ready to make contact with the firm yet tender surface of her slightly quivering thighs.
As his tongue made its initial teasing, scraping contact with the warmth of her succulent thighs, tremors of excitement began gushing through the shapely brunette beauty's entire body. As her body trembled and twisted under the skillful tongue movements that he brought to bear, it made him feel good to know that, no matter what she might say, or might be attempting to prove to herself, that Liz Moreno was being turned on by what was happening to her.
The drilling tongue continued to connect with her thighs, and finally he decided to put it to work in an area where it was .even more certain to send shock waves through her entire body, the area between her thighs.
His movements were crisp and brisk from the outset as the authoritative tongue of the ruggedly handsome football coach went to work against the gnarled and slightly dampened pubic curls of the shapely young woman. She had indeed been previously affected by all the stimulating tongue action he had provided, and now he was looking forward to bringing a stream of feminine fluid shooting from her love channel.
Duke's tongue continued to grind and twist, and the initial reaction of the young woman was that of shocked silence, after which she erupted in protest.
"Stop, this is dirty, this is depraved!" she shouted.
Duke viewed the protest more in the realm of desperation and fear of the unknown surfacing within the young woman, rather than attributing any other cause. His fingers reached down and tightly squeezed the warmth of her rapidly gyrating buttocks as the sturdy tongue kept plowing its way into the searingly ravaged depths of her now fiery pink pussy.
The excited young woman, her head spinning in a tizzy, uttered a few more protests, but by then even she knew that the cause was hopeless in that Duke was going to finish what he had started. She also recognized that the emotions rippling through her whole body, particularly those focused between her legs, had thrust her into a strange orbit unlike anything she had ever previously experienced.
His astute tongue knew just where it should strike and when as a means of drawing the maximum in pleasure out of her. He reamed her pussy lining with his rapid but sensitive strokes, and finally, as her legs kicked back and forth with erotic need, he knew that he had her on the verge of an explosion.
His fingers ran up and down her thighs as he planted his tongue once more against the sodden surface of her electrified pink organ, and finally, as her body rocked back and forth uncontrollably, the drops of fluid splashed from her searing vagina and into his mouth.
"OOOOO OOOOHHHHH HHHHHH, 00000 OOOHHHHHHH HHHHH!" was her only response as her hips and buttocks continued to gyrate.
She listened to the salacious slurping sounds of his tongue as he saw fit to capture every appetizing morsel of fluid that spilled from her vagina.
A few moments later he released his tongue from her organ. Her whole body continued to tremble in the climactic aftermath of her orgasm.
"You didn't mind it at all once I got you far enough down the road," he quipped grinningly.
"I feel so depraved, like I've really done something wrong," she told him, her voice reflecting confusion.
"Don't be silly. You just let a man give you some sensations and you reacted. Don't go off on a guilt trip."
"I'm too confused to say much of anything. Or even think much of anything."
"Just lie there," he said softly. "Let me give that luscious body a beautiful massage."
CHAPTER FIVE
The football coach spiritedly massaged the firm, warm body of Liz Moreno, and eventually she became accustomed to his finger ministrations, which caused her to feel a great sense of exhilaration.
As she lay with her eyes closed, shutting herself off from the rest of the world, Duke Story, unknown to her, was reaching down to unzip his trousers.
While the unsuspecting young brunette continued lying with her eyes closed on Duke's bed, he reached down and began tugging at his cock, which he spiritedly removed from his shorts. Up and down he pumped. The excitement he generated within his cock and balls caused him to begin gasping and sighing as he became dramatically short of breath, and, hearing the sounds, the curious Liz slowly opened her eyes.
Her mouth flew open and her eyes mushroomed as she stared at the long, huge penis of the aroused football coach, his fingers methodically working up and down against the full length of his tool.
"What are you doing?" she asked with shock.
"I'm playing with my cock, darling."
"That's lewd. Oh, please, stop that. I'm so confused over all that has happened. Let's stop right now. Don't confuse me or worry me anymore."
"You don't need to worry about a thing," he grinned. "I'm gonna take care of everything, my dear."
"I'm afraid of that remark. I think that you just might take care of things in the wrong way."
"Nonsense. I'll be taking care of things in the right way. Oh, damned but it feels good doing this."
The young woman watched as the highly aroused coach worked his fingers up and down against the solid rigidity of his throbbing manhood. An expansive grin surfaced across the rugged coach's face in satisfaction over what was happening to him. The olive-skinned woman never looked lovelier to him than she did at that moment, totally naked, staring up at Duke.
Eventually, after Duke Story had worked himself up into a dramatic sensual frenzy, he released his fingers from his scorching cock. He reached down with both hands and let his fingers tightly grip against the warmth of her sturdy thighs.
"What legs, what a cunt, what a woman," he gasped. "Oh, now we're really gonna get into it."
As the coach's sturdy fingers continued clutching tightly against the woman's thighs, he hurled his body dramatically forward. It was not until that dramatic moment that Liz Moreno recognized exactly what was about to happen to her. The young woman who had led a previously chaste life, believing tenaciously that she would save herself fully for the man she eventually would marry, was in danger of surrendering her virginity. Already she had gone beyond anything she had previously experienced with a man, and Duke Story was all the while telling her that this was really only the beginning.
"Oh, no, don't do it to me. I'm a virgin. Nobody has ever done anything like this to me before."
"You really don't mean it," the coach stared at her with a measure of skepticism in his eyes.
"I do mean it."
"You've never had a man enter you before?"
"No. Never."
"A girl as beautiful as you. I have a damned hard time believing that. You say -you're not putting me on?"
"No. My beauty had nothing to do with it."
"Apparently not, because there have certainly been plenty of men around who would have liked to hump you."
"You make all this seem so crude," she winced. "I was not brought up to give up my body cheaply."
"You won't be giving it up cheaply now, honey. I'm a guy you know pretty well, and a guy who has been pretty damned nice to you."
"I'm not denying that. I appreciate everything you have done for me. I just beg of you not to take this kind of advantage. I want to preserve my virginity."
"Ah, hell," the football coach grumbled impatiently.
Determined to totally take command of this ravishing young dark-haired beauty, the coach continued to let his powerful fingers grip tightly against the ^firmness of the young woman's thighs. He propelled his head forward, forcing his brisk tongue swiftly inside the mouth of young Liz.
She wanted to fight him off, but recognized that she was totally powerless to do so. She could not have felt more powerless than she did at that moment, her legs being held firmly in place while the swirling tongue of the captivated football coach kept on charging with great enthusiasm.
Tongue continued charging against tongue with piercing intimacy, and before long Liz, despite her resistance to what was happening to her, became caught in the mighty groundswell of passion. Eventually Liz' tongue began to thrust back out of instinct, and this upset her greatly after she finally caught on to what she was doing. It was not her conscious will to do anything to encourage the football coach at this point, but out of the swell of emotion being generated by the coach her own emotions were being propelled in ways that she would not have anticipated.
Eventually Duke Story released his tongue from Liz' mouth, and without giving her the faintest indication of what was forthcoming, he hurled his body forward and plunged his determined cock with stirring anxiety inside the tight, previously unexplored intimacy of her vagina.
The searing cock stab caused the brunette to feel a tremendous surge of pain that caused her to cry out in a combination of desperation and fear.
"OOOOO OOOOHHHHH, NNNNOOOOOOOO, SS-TTTTOOOPPPPPP!" she sobbed.
"YOU'LL KILL ME!"
The coach knew what she was going through, but recognized that sometime, at some point in her life, she would have to endure something like this.
He reared back and plunged his lust-bloated tool in- to her a second time, once again causing her to cry out with agonizing pain over what she was enduring.
"STOP, STOP, IT HURTS, IT HURTS!" she sobbed bitterly.
Salty tears of painful frustration rolled down both sides of her face as she felt abject humiliation over what she was encountering. The coach's strong fingers continued clutching tightly against her thighs as his steaming cock did its job, plunging into previously unentered territory.
Back and forth he slammed his hammering pole into her, and each time she sobbed unrestrainedly over the pain and confusion she felt over what was happening to her.
Soon her head began spinning and she fell into an air of unreality. Her head was spinning in such a sea of dizzying frenzy that she was not aware of what was happening to her.
Occasionally she would feel the wincing stabs of pain, but not like before, and eventually she found her body unconsciously rising to the occasion as she flung her hips forward in the direction of the coach's stormy, intruding cock. The reaction on her part served to excite the coach all the more, and he put additional enthusiasm into his succeeding strokes as his cock plunged and stabbed.
Duke Story was aware of what was happening within the beautiful young woman in ways that she was not. As his stiffly plunging manmeat continued taking charge of the action with its forceful thrusts, Liz picked up the cadence and slammed her body back and forth, responding in a symmetrical rhythmic cadence to his hard driving stabs.
A few blistering strokes later Liz came out of the fog, recognizing how the ungovernable forces of her own instincts had caused her to succumb in a way she never thought possible.
She found herself driving her stirring body forward as she reacted to the blazing, forceful stabs of the aroused Duke. His fingers thrust tightly now against her twisting asscheeks as he felt the stirring waves of passion mounting in his cock and balls. His broiling juices were nearing ever closer to the point of a spontaneous explosion as he kept roaring forward in his hell-bent phallic fury, driving his stiffly projecting pole into the fiery web of her vagina.
Liz could still feel occasional flashes of wincing pain in her vaginal passage, but in the main she was dominated with a surging sense of passion and excitement over the tight sensations in her organ. The drilling stabs continued, and occasionally Duke Story would slap resoundingly at her writhing buttocks.
Back and forth he kept up the commanding pace, his penis plunging in short, swift gusts of hellish phallic fury as he pushed his way to the brink of a stormy explosion.
A few strokes later he found himself unable to hold back the searing floodtide of emotion waiting to explode within him. His driving organ whipped and stabbed its way inside her ravaged vagina until, finally, he could hold back no longer.
He reached out and let his fingers clutch tightly against the beautiful Loz' breasts as the first few drops of hot fluid sprayed voluminously from the end of his organ.
"Oh, here it goes," he gasped, his body rocking with sublime delight as the spurting drops of fluid exploded from him. "Oh, keep your asscheeks moving. That's it, my dear. Oh, are you ever falling into line. I knew that I could count on you once the action started. Oh, this feels so good."
He watched the spurting white fluid continue to splash from the end of his stormy organ and into the vagina of the olive-skinned Liz, who remained in a semi-fog from all that had happened to her.
Duke let out a loud gasp and let his exploding cock push forward once more forcefully, after which he succeeded in draining the final few drops of juice from it.
Suddenly a stillness pervaded as Duke Story released his penis from the brunette's vagina. He looked down at her crotch and observed the blood.
"Yeah. Your cherry was broken all right," he said. "I had a hard time believing you at first, but you were a virgin."
"I feel like I did something rotten," she replied with some bitterness. "Of course, I can hardly say it was done with my own free will. Actually you raped me, to put it quite bluntly."
"Oh, no I didn't," the coach laughed. "Sure, you were against the whole thing in the beginning. Or at least you pretended to be. But your reactions told the story, my dear.
Even when you were experiencing the pain of having your cherry broken you were loving every moment of it."
"But what a cruel advantage you took of me."
"It was gonna have to happen sometime, my dear. Actually you needed some wising up. A beautiful young woman like you staying in the closet, afraid to come out and play. Well, I have a feeling that a new milestone has now been reached in your life. Not only have you been shorn of your vagina, but you've been awakened as to the kinds of experiences that are available to you in life."
"You seem to be sure of everything," she sighed.
"I'll get you a Coke, honey. Then I'll drive you back to your dorm," he smiled with satisfaction.
CHAPTER SIX
From the first time that Coach Story had shown her films of Sean O'Halloran, Liz Moreno could not help but feel a strong measure of curiosity about him.
A tall, slender redhead blessed with a shotgun right arm, Sean O'Halloran was perhaps the most heavily recruited high school quarterback in the nation. He had visited the State University campus several months earlier, and had been provided with the royal treatment by both Duke Story and Chuck Graham. At the time he left after a very cordial weekend spent on campus, Duke Story was very optimistic about landing the young man.
Now things had changed, at least to some extent. Although the brilliant young quarterback, who was averaging four touchdown passes a game in his senior year of high school, still thought highly of State University, he had come under such strong pressure from colleges throughout the nation that the prospect of landing him at State, which at one time appeared very strong, appeared to diminish almost by the day as swarms of coaches and recruiters from leading schools across the country kept steadily descending on the small Midwestern town of Sentryville, where he lived, the otherwise obscure town he had put on the map with his gridiron exploits.
The last time that the drooling Coach Story had shown Liz Moreno game film on O'Halloran, he had shut off the projector and had begun pacing the floor, the expression on his face turning suddenly somber.
"That has to be the best looking young quarterback I've ever seen," the coach unequivocally exclaimed. "His arm is incredible. You recall that sixty yard touchdown bomb you just saw, the one I commented about."
"Yes, that was beautiful," Liz nodded.
"The thing that got me about that pass, I mean even beyond the fact that he threw the damned thing so many yards, was the trajectory of the throw. He had that mother humming on a line. A lot of guys, and hell, I mean even top quarterbacks, pros even, if they managed to throw a ball that far they'd have to loft it. But he hummed that damned thing on a line."
"He looks as great as they say he is."
"There's another thing I like about him, too. The way that he gets out of the way of onrushing linemen and blitzing linebackers . He's got such damned quick feet. Hell, I think this young Irishman is a talented enough athlete to make it as a wide receiver, a defensive back, or even a running back, but who in hell would be crazy enough to even try him at any of those positions when he's got that kind of an arm? And on top of that he's got great leadership abilities.", After pacing back and forth for several minutes, the coach finally sprawled out into a wooden folding chair. His face continued to reflect sober concern as he stared directly at Liz.
"I don't mind telling you, and I'll level straight from the shoulder, Liz honey, that I'm worried as hell right now," the coach said.
"You mean about Sean O'Halloran?"
"You're damned right I am. For two reasons."
"One of them has got to be that you're afraid he might go to school somewhere else next year."
"Absolutely right," the coach quickly nodded. "Naturally any girl as bright as you could pick that one -up without any problem. But there's something else that's really bugging me, and this bothers the hell out of me. Really shakes me up."
"What's that?"
"Naturally I've been watching this situation pretty damned close. A guy like this is gonna be dynamite for any offense. Any program that gets him is gonna get a guy who's good enough to walk in and play first team quarterback his freshman year and do an Ail-American caliber job, just like Herschel Walker did at Georgia as a running back. He's that good. But what really bugs me as much as the fact that we're not the front runner anymore is the question of who is the front runner, and my sources are pretty damned good ones.
Have you heard who that is?"
"I've just read a few articles in the paper," Liz replied. "I really don't know that much about it."
"Well, the school he's leaning to right now is none other than Todd University. You know how that hit me.
Like a damned ton of bricks. Not only does it look like we've lost our bold on Sean, but on top of that he's ready to enroll at our leading competitor, our bitterest rival. The school that challenges us for the championship every season."
"Yes, and you'd have to play against him."
"That's the part I was just getting to. Here I'm gonna have to play this guy four times. And can a guy like that, a team leader, great passer, a natural game breaker can make one hell of a difference. It would be enough to tilt the balance of power in the league away from us and in the direction of Todd."
"I see what you mean. That would be terrible."
"Liz, I'll tell you what. I'll level with you as I have few people. Hell, I haven't even told this to my old buddy Terry Reilly, and I confide just about everything about our football program to him, but I figure we're on the verge of the biggest bumper crop we've ever had at State as far as next season's freshman class is concerned. Mind you I didn't say the best class since I've been here as coach. I'm talking about the most talented incoming group that we've ever had at this school."
"That's great."
"Chuck has helped me out tremendously in recruiting, particularly during the season when I'm so tied up. Nancy has done one hell of a job helping out, too. It has been a great effort all the way around. A tremendous effort. It looks like we're practically assured of getting Lester Norman. Nancy did one hell of a job there. We're also getting a bumper crop of top offensive and defensive linemen to plug the gaps we needed filled�_"to move in for guys who have graduated. We've got talented experienced people left in the other areas. But then there's quarterback.
That'll make the difference. Our top two men, Stacy and Bragg, are both graduating and we've got absolutely no back-up strength behind them. So if Sean winds up going to Todd you know what I'm fearing?"
"Losing to them, I imagine."
"Yeah, but it's more than that. I was gonna break the whole thing down so you know right where we stand. Liz honey, from the time I got into coaching I've dreamed about something like this, a chance to win a national championship. I haven't told this to anybody but my coaching colleagues, but I figure that if we get the right group next year among the incoming kids, the freshmen, that we're in a great position to win the national championship either next year or the year after, and we'll be in a contending position both years."
"That sounds fabulous."
"You don't know how long I've been working and dreaming about something like this. Hell, you know that football is just about my whole life, and I've always dreamed about coaching a super team full of talented blue chip athletes, but guys who have raw dedication to match their talent, guys who blend together as a team."
"And you really think you're on the verge of something like that?"
"I sure as hell do. I've just drooled when I've seen certain great teams in action. I drool the same way a wine master does when you talk about a vintage year. 1966 was a vintage year. That year you had Ara Parseghian's Notre Dame team with Hanratty, Seymour, Rocky Bleier and all those guys. And you had Duffy Daugherty's Michigan State team with Bubba Smith, George Webster. You're too damned young to remember all this, honey, but what a hell of a game they played before a national television audience. It ended in a 10-10 tie. Two of the best damned teams ever seen on an American gridiron."
"I might not remember it, but I've heard my father talk about that game to friends. He's always been a big Notre Dame fan."
"Well, he was talking about one of the greatest games ever played matching two of the greatest teams. Then a few years later, in 1972, John McKay had that bumper crop of fantastic athletes at USC and did such a great job of blending them. Damned, what talent!
You had Lynn Swann, Anthony Davis, John Grant, Pete Adams, Richard Wood. That team wound up averaging around forty points a game, and that was with McKay benching the big guns after the games were out of reach, and most of them were put away by the third quarter. Then he had a defensive unit that was so stingy you could hardly ever squeeze a point out of them. Well, that's the kind of team I'd like to develop here at State, and until just a few weeks ago I figured I had it�_"until I heard about Sean leaning toward Todd."
"But if you're getting that many great players couldn't you beat Todd even if they did get Sean O'Halloran?"
"Quite frankly I doubt it," he frowned.
"You do?"
"That's right. Let me explain. I figured that with Lester Norman we'd have as good a running back as there is around. But if we don't have a quarterback the opposition fears, especially a defensive powerhouse like Todd always is, then we've got big problems.
They'll be able to bunch up the middle, send linebackers in to fill in gaps, stunt and blitz the hell out of us. And unless we've got a quarterback they fear who can dump the ball off fast in blitzes and get the ball off fast, like Sean can, then they could bottle up Lester and our whole offense in the process. But with a guy like Sean at quarterback they can't gamble on stopping Lester or Sean will destroy them."
"Or vice versa."
"Absolutely. So it all hinges on us getting that red-haired Irishman. That's what it all comes down to."
"I sure hope that we could get him somehow. After all, he hasn't signed with Todd yet."
"Precisely. You've probably been wondering why I've been unloading all this on you.
Right?"
"Yes. I have wondered."
"Well, I've been building up to this point, and now I'm gonna tell you. Ever since you've been on this campus I've told myself that you're a girl who can get things done. Well, I'm gonna be asking you to undertake your biggest assignment ever. I want you to help us land Sean O'Halloran. I think you might make the difference."
"What can I do?"
"Come on, honey," the coach chuckled. "Have you taken the trouble to look at yourself in the mirror lately."
"Oh, no," she shook her head. "You're not really thinking of something that bold?"
"I'm thinking about doing what needs to be done, and I have a very strong hunch that this young man would find talking to you one hell of a lot more interesting than having either Chuck or myself grab a plane for Sentryville. That's what I'm thinking."
Butterflies immediately surfaced in the pit of the young woman's stomach. Duke was asking a great deal of her. Not only that, but she naturally wondered just how far she would be expected to go in trying to entice the brilliant quarterback to attend State. She wanted to tell Coach Story that there were no circumstances under which she could take such an assignment. But before the words could topple from her lips she engaged in some quick analysis. Practically everything she had, as well as her promising prospects for the future, she owed to State University in general and, at least in very strong measure, to Duke Story in particular. Now she was being asked to tackle an assignment that involved helping the coach to achieve a life long objective, that of putting together a national championship football team.
In the final analysis, there was no conceivable way that she could say no to such a request.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"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.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Coach Story paced the sidelines nervously and stared out toward the playing field, feeling an ominous fear of the unknown as he watched the unfolding action.
The State University season had come down to this point. As late afternoon shadows began to fall on the jam-packed stadium, a capacity throng had turned out to watch two bitter traditional rivals, State and Todd University, battle for the league championship and an almost certain major bowl bid. The game was entering the critical stages of the fourth quarter.
Story's team had gone into the game undefeated, with only a 14-14 tie against a highly regarded Norriston team preventing it from a perfect record, against Todd, which had two losses on its record. Both of the teams were undefeated in league competition, however, and the game was a toss-up. The gamblers decided that, even though State had the better record, Todd's non-league competition was much tougher, its two losses coming against Notre Dame and Ohio State.
For fifty-six minutes the teams had battled on fairly even terms, but State had surged slightly toward the end of the third quarter to pull out in front on a field goal, breaking a 7-7 tie which had lasted from the midway point of the third quarter to go on top by a 10-7 count.
Now State was driving, having recovered a Todd fumble on its own 23-yard line, and having marched mainly on the ground all the way to the Todd 18, where State had a first and ten.
"It's all coming down to this," Story told Chuck Graham, who was standing next to him with a headset on, relaying information to Duke based on observations of the three State assistants in the jammed press box high atop the stadium.
"Yeah. We've got to put some more points on the board to be on the safe side," Graham replied.
"Sure. But the way I see it a field goal isn't worth anything."
"It would prevent them from tying with a field goal."
"They'll be playing it the same way I would in their shoes. They've got to go for the win.
Those two non-conference losses would work against them if this game ended in a tie, even if they were against two of the strongest teams in the nation."
"Yeah. You're right, Duke. We've got to figure on going in for six points and icing this thing."
"What are they saying upstairs?" Duke gestured toward the press box. "Does Todd look any slower? More tired?"
"Oh, sure," Chuck nodded. "But we've slowed down, too. There's been a lot of rough contact out there and it's taken its toll on both sides of the line."
"That's about what I figured," Story nodded. "That means we've got to outgut 'em. Use that conditioning. Go for that little bit extra in reserve. That's how we're gonna whip 'em."
Duke Story slammed his fist down into the palm of his hand and started to pace the sidelines nervously once more. He watched as the teams lined up for play. Story held his breath, watched as the ball was snapped, observed the two huge lines charging at each other, then winced as the State fullback, who had taken the handoff from the quarterback, was brought down after a two yard gain.
"Brown, you idiot, you missed your man, missed your block," an enraged Story yelled at a bemused State lineman.
As the team trotted back to the huddle, Story walked over to Graham, who was waiting for him to select the next play, which he would signal out to the State quarterback on the field.
"I'm just as glad that Brown is graduating," he grumbled. "If he hadn't missed that first down we're inside their ten easy. Maybe even a touchdown. Now a lousy two yard gain.
Call a pitchout and tailback sweep. The old USC student body right."
"Okay, Duke," Graham nodded.
Graham made a series of movements with his hands and feet. The quarterback, watching attentively from the huddle, picked up the right signal and called the play.
The ball was pitched out and the tailback sprinted out toward the State side of the field, making an attempt to cut down the sideline and romp sixteen yards for a score. An alert Todd defensive back moved in fast, however, to stop the runner for no gain.
"Oh, damned," Graham winced. "Why didn't somebody pick up that cornerback? If he'd been blocked we'd have scored."
Duke Story called pass plays on third and fourth downs. Both times the ball fell to the ground incomplete. The fourth down pass particularly frustrated the coach since he had decided to go for a touchdown rather than a first down and the primary receiver was in the clear behind the goal line. The State quarterback, who was being rushed aggressively by Todd, did not see the open man and attempted instead to dump the ball off to a secondary receiver, a tight end, who had drawn two defenders. One of the Todd defenders batted the ball harmlessly to the ground.
"Oh, damned, wide open, six points easy," Story shrieked, pointing at the receiver standing by himself in the end zone. "Now it's up to the defense to hold 'em. Okay, you guys. Reach back for that something extra."
Story shouted his final words of encouragement to his defensive team, which trotted out onto the field, hoping to thwart Todd's one remaining chance to put a touchdown on the scoreboard. Duke looked up at the clock.
"They've got two and a half minutes to move eighty-four yards," he said to Graham. "Yeah.
They can do it. But they won't begin to get that far that fast unless our defense breaks down."
"The defense has been pretty strong today."
"Yeah. So far. But the game's on the line now."
The next few minutes proved to be the longest in Duke Story's life, as well as the most unendurable. While he watched next to Chuck Graham on the sidelines, pacing the sidelines nervously, cupping his hands over his mouth and shouting out words of ever mounting desperation to his rapidly tiring defensive players, Todd proceeded to mount a drive, mainly through the air, which extended all the way to the State eight-yard line. Pass after pass was caught by Todd receivers. There was not one long gain in the drive, but a series of productive short and medium-sized gains.
The clock wound down to the final few precious seconds as Todd tried one pass, which fell incomplete, and two runs to put the ball on the State three with fourth down and just thirty seconds remaining in the game.
On fourth down the Todd quarterback rolled out, looking for an open receiver. He eluded a State defensive end and finally decided to tuck the ball under his arm and attempt to run the ball into the far corner of the end zone.
A State defender moved up to challenge him at the goal line, but the quarterback was able to wedge the ball over the line, breaking the plane of the end zone as the official on the scene threw his arms over his head, signifying a touchdown as the Todd side of the field erupted in a state of bedlam.
Duke Story buried his head in his cradled arms, barely able to endure the agony of defeat.
The kick was good, making the score 14-10 with only fourteen seconds left in the game.
After the kickoff was run back and State took possession on its own 20, Duke called a long desperation pass.
The quarterback cranked up and threw the ball, but it landed short of its intended receiver and into the arms of a Todd defensive back, who proceeded to run the interception 34 yards into the end zone for another Todd touchdown, which only served to rub salt into the wounds of Duke Story.
The coach was helpless, totally beside himself as he observed the reigning bedlam on the Todd side of the field.
The meaningless point after touchdown was good and the game ended following the ensuing kickoff with the score 21-10 in Todd's favor. What had given evidence of being Duke Story's most promising season at State University had ended instead in his most agonizing defeat.
Duke was in a state of shock as he walked over and congratulated the winning Todd coach, along with congratulating a few Todd players who had expressed their good wishes to him.
From there he took a long, lonely walk down the tunnel and into the stony silence of his team's dressing room. The players sat disconsolately, their eyes pointing downward to the floor.
He barely managed to get through the agony of the post-game news conference, where he was forced to relive the agony of the winning Todd scoring drive, along with other intervals in the game where his team had stood a good chance of putting the opposition away but had failed to do so.
As soon as the last few reporters had left the dressing room, Duke breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the shower room. He removed his clothes and took a long shower, savoring the opportunity to be finally alone in his agony.
"You wanna go out for a drink, Duke?" a compassionate Chuck Graham called in to him.
"No thanks, Chuck," he shook his head slowly. "I'd just rather be by myself."
"Okay. See you on Monday," Chuck waved.
"Yeah. See you."
Duke finally got out of the shower, dried his body off slowly, then dressed even more slowly. By the time that he left the dressing room it was totally deserted. The last few players had left almost a half hour earlier.
The stadium was deserted as well as Duke ambled slowly down the sidewalk. He thought momentarily about stopping at an old haunt of his, the cocktail bar just across the street from the campus, but he decided against doing so. There would be people inside rehashing the football game and he could not stand any of that.
He finally decided to stop at the liquor store just down the street from the bar. He walked inside. The place was deserted except for its proprietor, Duke's old friend Johnny.
"Hello, Duke," Johnny greeted him with a sad and understanding nod.
"Hi, Johnny."
"What'll it be?"
"A fifth of Jack Daniels. As long as I'm down in the dumps I might as well get soused on good whiskey."
"I'm sure sorry about what happened, Duke."
"That's the way it goes," the coach shrugged.
Johnny handed him the liquor, which he put in a sack. Duke paid for it.
"Thanks, Duke," Johnny said, ringing up the sale. 'They were lucky, just plain lucky. And you were unlucky. I saw it here on television in the store and it made me about as damned mad as it did you when they put over that winning touchdown."
"Thanks for the kind words, Johnny," Duke waved as he took the brown paper sack containing the Jack Daniels in his right hand and walked out of the store.
Duke walked down the dark, deserted street for two blocks, then turned and walked in the direction of a street containing modern, apartment buildings.
The coach strolled into one of the buildings and walked toward the hack. He saw a note inserted in the screen door.
Duke: Come right in.
That was all that the note read. Duke immediately complied, and in a few seconds he was standing in the bedroom of Nancy Spencer. She was lying on top of the bed, her beautiful naked body on full display, her snowy white skin glistening in the semi-darkness of the room. He placed the sack containing the bottle of Jack Daniels on a table.
"I was gonna suggest us having a drink first," he said, "but right now I'm figuring I need something else instead. Something to relieve all my frustrations."
"That's what I figured. This was the way I was gonna receive you if we'd won. Then I got to thinking and decided that in some ways you'd need what I've got to offer even more now that we lost and you're feeling disappointed."
"Absolutely crushed is more like it," he said as he began removing his coat.
"I know how you must feel. When Todd started that last drive I couldn't take it anymore."
"You didn't stay 'till the end?" he asked as he began briskly removing his clothes.
"No. I was walking in the parking lot toward my car when I heard the loud cheers coming from the Todd side of the field. I knew what had happened. I thought for a second about turning on the radio when I got inside the car, but I didn't. I figured, why bother? I was sure I knew how it had come out."
"You did. Then they intercepted a pass and put over one more before it ended. Not that it really made any difference. It's just that it made the wound cut a little deeper."
"My poor baby. You need what I've got to offer right now."
"Oh, yeah. I always need that. Whether I'm feeling real good or real bad, I need you."
By then he had already worked down to his shorts, which he tugged resolutely down on until they were off of him. He reached down and restlessly began to manipulate his fingers up and down against the firm length of his lust-bloated member.
"For the moment I'm damned well gonna forget about that lousy football game and turn my attention to something else," he said.
"Come and get me, tiger," she exclaimed, parting her legs and enticing him as she reached down with her fingers and let them slide tantalizingly against her vagina.
"Oh, yes, I want it," he gulped.
The rugged football coach threw his large body down on top of the bed and immediately reached down with both hands, letting his fingers curl tightly as they grabbed hold of the firm warmth of the young blonde's shapely white ass globes.
"Oh, the Duke is in charge," she gasped, wiggling her buttocks provocatively while his fingers tightly squeezed her flesh.
"Yes, I am, and I'm gonna get one hell of a good fuck," he declared, staring at her lustfully.
"I'm yours, darling, I'm yours," she sighed.
The shrewd Nancy knew just how important it was for the football coach to let off some steam in the wake of the most disappointing loss of his entire career. She was happy to see that he was still able to respond to her that quickly, and with a sense of total commitment.
His fingers clutched tightly against her asscheeks for a few moments longer. When he released them from her shapely ass globes Nancy knew instinctively what Duke wanted.
She turned her body around and got down on all fours, and immediately she began to teasingly glide her provocatively swaying buttocks back and forth while Duke watched, his hard cock feeling the waves of swirling pleasure.
"This is gonna be a fuck," he declared.
Once more his fingers reached down and registered with crisp decisiveness against the warmth of her shapely buttocks. As he held on tightly he shoved his rock hard manmeat forward, slipping his devastating spear into the ravaged tightness of her anal passage as her body corkscrewed in dramatic response to his plunging forward movements.
"Oh, what an ass," he gulped. "Do I ever love plunging my prick inside it. This feels so good."
This was the type of savage penetration that at one. time had made Nancy feel that she was going to die, and that his steaming cock was going to literally tear her up. But by now she had grown accustomed to his spearing thrusts, even though he still made her wince on occasion, such as the present moment, when he would grind his tool into her with a certain level of savage lust.
His hands slapped against the ripe folds of her twisting ass flesh as the steaming pole of Duke Story kept driving in and out, slamming into the searing tightness of her asshole as he drove himself ever closer to the state of climax.
He was so intensely aroused that he knew he would not be maintaining his present pace for very long before he would unload his stirring juices into her asshole.
Duke's thrusting tool kept finding the mark time and again, and every now and then he would let out a gasp of sublime enjoyment over the sensations that were surging through his cock and balls as he pressed inevitably forward to the moment of climax.
A few strokes later he could feel the tugging sensations in his restless testicles, and he knew that the inevitable moment of climax was at hand.
Duke let out a loud sigh as the spurting drops of his thick white cock fluid thundered voluminously from the searing tip of his electrified cock and into Nancy's asshole ^ "OOOOOOHHHHHHHH, WHAT A FUCK!" he exclaimed as he watched the final few drops of hot semen spill from the end of his torrid cock and into the tightly spasming anus of his lover.
Now that the sex had concluded, Duke immediately poured both himself and Nancy a drink.
"I'll tell you what lost that damned game," he snarled. "Three things. Three lousy things!"
"I thought you didn't wanna talk about it, honey."
"I didn't before, but now I've gotta get it off my chest."
"Then if it'd make you feel better, go ahead."
"We didn't have the breakaway man we needed to put the game away, but thanks to you I figure we've got Lester Norman coming next year to take care of that."
"No doubt about it. I was on the phone checking up on his last week just to keep tabs. He told me he'll be here."
"Fine. And we didn't have the quarterback to take charge of the offense and hit the open man when we could have put the game out of reach."
"Right. And we've got Sean O'Halloran coming, darling. He'll take care of that."
"Things have been coming along well with him?"
"Oh, yes. Ever since gorgeous little Liz' trip there he's been all sweetness and light. Todd doesn't have anything to match her."
"That's great."
"I talked to him a few days ago. I naturally had Liz in the office at the time and just happened to put her on the line to say a few words to him."
"So what did he say?"
"He's absolutely flipped over Liz. I told her to play her cards right and maybe she'll marry a rich and famous athlete in a few years, if that's what she thinks she wants."
"Good. That sounds great. We can pass them silly next year if we get Sean and run them silly with Lester. It's all shaping up real well. But there was one other damned reason why we blew that game today."
"What was that?"
"We needed two more big guys in the trenches. Take charge guys. I didn't really realize how weak we were there, especially down the stretch when the whole damned game is on the line, until the end, when we needed a damned good pass rush but couldn't get it. We get the right guys to plug the holes and I figure we're not only ready to whip Todd's ass, but to contend for the national championship."
"Got something in mind?"
"I sure do, and you figure in the plans."
"Don't I always?" she laughed.
Duke Story nodded, taking a long sip from his whiskey.
CHAPTER NINE
Even though Liz Moreno wearied of meeting anymore athletes, when both Coach Story and Nancy Spencer revealed the tremendous importance of her next assignment, she once again felt herself powerless to say no.
This time there were two objects of Duke Story's fancy, and the young bruisers, both in their final year of high school, were twins.
The young behemoths, both of which stood 6-5 and weighed in the vicinity of260 pounds, attended a high school not far from Boise, Idaho, and were being touted throughout the Northwest United States as the new Paul Bunyans. They had tremendously impressed both on football playing fields and with their speed, strength and agility. In addition the brothers, Ed and Stu Cooper, were formidable power lifters who had won some leading national competitions against formidable weightlifters who were much more experienced and older than the Cooper brothers, who would not turn eighteen until that summer. They worked as lumberjacks in the summer, and had just finished their senior seasons on the gridiron by making All-American teams throughout the country, and by securing places on every note-worthy list which analyzed top college football prospects.
Nancy Spencer had talked to the brothers a good deal in advance, making a number of phone calls to Idaho. Coach Story as well as Coach Graham had both done their best to entice the young men to visit the school but, much to their consternation, both Ed and Stu Cooper told them the same thing. They were young men who liked the simple life, they wanted nothing more than to make a decent living working in the woods and living in cabins, and saw no reason to go away to college. They indicated that they had no desire to attend college at all.
Coach Story had been turned down so many times that he, along with the college recruiters from the other major gridiron powers, had given up on the two gigantic, stubbornly-willed twin brothers.
Duke then had a fresh change of heart in the immediate wake of the tragically disappointing loss to Todd. He recognized how badly he needed two rugged defensive linemen, and decided that it would be a colossal waste of natural resources for Ed and Stu Cooper not to be performing on the gridiron for a major college team.
He decided to put Nancy to work on the telephone, where she would attempt to sweet talk the brothers in- to seeing her. She not only volunteered to fly to Idaho to meet them. She even promised to bring along "as cute a brunette" as they could ever hope to meet, a stunning young woman named Liz Moreno.
The pitch worked well enough for the brothers to agree to meet the girls, even though they warned Nancy not to expect them to change their minds.
The girls met the young men at the airport in Boise and they immediately drove them to a cabin in the wilderness that, they explained, belonged to a lumberjack friend who was visiting relatives in Nevada for the next few weeks. The only way to tell the two men apart was by the fact that Ed had a small scar running up and down for a few inches on the left side of his face, while Stu did not. Other than that they looked identical, with thick shocks of blonde hair and cheery, apple-cheeked faces. Their eyes were blue and seemed to sparkle from the moment they met the two women.
The Cooper brothers and the two women had undressed in silence, and Liz had become fearful upon seeing just how large the two Paul Bunyan types were when they eased out of their clothes, with their mammoth, barrel chests, their broad shoulders, their tree trunk arms and, last but far from least, their huge, erect cocks.
"You mentioned something about you two going at it," Ed grinned after the girls had finished stripping, looking at Nancy. "Stu and I have always wanted to watch two girls make it."
"You bet we have," Stu nodded emphatically. "No time like the present for you to go at it."
The two men stood next to the bed, watching intently, as Nancy positioned herself next to Liz on the bed. Liz was embarrassed to take the lead, which was all right with Nancy, in that the older woman was more than happy to take charge.
For the next few minutes Nancy dazzled the beautiful olive-skinned girl with her skilled tongue mechanics, driving her thrusting, pulsating red tongue dartingly over her aroused lover's breasts and nipples, then finally bringing it to bear on the quivering brown thighs of Liz as the-younger woman gasped and sighed, thoroughly enjoying the captivating attention she was receiving.
If this was all she had to do during the evening, Liz thought, then there was nothing for her to fear. She would just as soon pass up sex with these two gigantic men. Maybe they were voyeurs and could be satisfied by watching the two beautiful women in the act of torrid lovemaking. On top of that, she had to admit to herself that Nancy had never been in better form, her spirited tongue alternating between swift and medium speeds as she sent sparks flying throughout Liz' entire body.
Nancy worked her tongue up and down against Liz's thighs for several more intense minutes. She then sent her swirling tongue to work between the Chicano's outstretched legs as she let her tongue plunge with resolute desire against the sodden pinkness of her vulnerably exposed pussy.
Back and forth her darting tongue probed as she found the mark, and occasionally she would let it scrape with tantalizing sensitivity against the budding node of the younger woman's electrified clitoris as Liz' entire body rocked in a state of raging sensual excitement.
While the spirited tongue of Nancy propelled Liz inexorably toward a state of surging climax, the two men were standing next to the bed running their fingers with increasing urgency up and down against the bulging length of their captivated cocks.
Finally there was no way for Liz to hold back the searing waves of passion any longer, the waves that demanded release in the form of a stirring orgasm.
The splashing drops of fluid exploded from her pussy as her body rocked back and forth and her seething buttocks wiggled. The men were more aroused than ever as they watched Nancy's attentive tongue capture every drop of pussy fluid that streamed from the young, beautiful brunette's electrified nest.
"Go get it, Nancy," Stu called out. "Suck all the juice out of her cunt."
"Go to it," an excited Ed called out. "Oh, damned, it's really something to watch you two go at it."
Nancy's hotly slurping tongue drained the last few drops of vagina fluid from the young woman's organ, after which she looked up at the two young men and winked lewdly.
"Come on, boys," she called out. "I'm ready to take the two of you on right now."
The two young men excitedly plopped themselves down in the bed, almost breaking it by landing simultaneously.
Liz watched the action as she lay sprawled out on the bed, observing her uninhibited friend Nancy in action as she took turns running her tongue vigorously against first the cock of one young man, then the other, until they had become trembling hulks of aroused humanity, begging for release.
Just about the time that Liz Moreno was convinced that she was ready to swallow the juice of both men, and at a point at which they had been worked to fever level pitches, Nancy abruptly halted her activities and gestured in the direction of Liz.
"I've warmed you up," she grinned. "Now you can take her on, men, the innocent little beauty."
"Damned, I can hardly wait," Ed grunted.
Liz did not even have an opportunity to brace herself before the impending storm was already under way. Ed jumped on top of her and immediately slid his hard cock inside her vagina, threatening to tear her pussy open with his awesome size.
"Oh, damned, I've never felt anything this fucking tight in my whole life," Ed exclaimed.
"I'll just bet," Stu grinned.
While Ed continued savagely humping Liz' pussy, Stu watched with fascination as he observed Liz' busy buttocks swinging back and forth with salacious ecstasy. Yes, this man was hurting her somewhat with the brute, gigantic force of his searing cock, which he plunged with tremendous desire, but yet there was something daring and exciting about the whole thing, and even though there was a certain amount of pain involved in receiving the searing jolts, she also could not help but feel waves of delightful sensation as well.
Stu finally reached out and began probing with the first two fingers of his right hand against her anal passage, causing the brunette to wince and cry out with pain.
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�_z "Ouch, that really hurts," she complained. Stop it.
"Damned but I think I've found me a virgin ass," Stu chuckled.
This time he plunged his fingers in deeper, causing her whole body to tighten as she let out another howl.
"Stop it, stop that,'" she shrieked. "You're really hurting me."
Stu remained oblivious to her protests as he flung his fingers inside her asshole one more time. On this occasion he prolonged his finger efforts by letting his surging fingers corkscrew against her asshole, which caused her asscheeks to twist and turn as they reacted to what was happening.
"No, no more, you're really hurting me," she shrieked.
All the while, as his twin brother fascinated himself probing with his fingers inside Liz Moreno's asshole, Ed Cooper continued driving his soaring cock into the tightness of the young woman's hotly spasming pussy as he pushed himself ever closer to climax.
As Ed found himself roaring ever nearer to the moment of climax, Stu was just beginning to get involved in the action. He finally decided that he had amused himself enough with finger activity, and now he would push his long, sturdy cock into action.
Ed stroked the firm length of his rangy cock several times, then shoved it forward while his fingers reached out and clutched tightly against the young woman's firm asscheeks.
He made his first sharp, penetrating contact in the tightness of the young woman's anal passage, which had never previously been entered in such a fashion, prompting her to cry out in terror as a sharp, jolting pain surfaced in her anal region.
"OOOOO OOOHHHHHHH, STOP, BASTARD, SADISTIC BASTARD!" she sobbed as salty tears of painful desperation rolled uncontrollably down both sides of her face.
The young woman had been totally jarred by the shock of the experience, and her whole body twisted and shook from the shock waves he had sent reeling within her.
"Yep, this is virgin ass all right," Stu chuckled.
He withdrew his cock momentarily, then rammed it forward once more, letting it plunge its way with sodomistic ravishment against the tightness of her pained anus as she shrieked once more and more tears rolled down both sides of her face.
The two-pronged attack continued unabated as the young woman received the jolting stabs of pain in her ass from the pummeling stabs of Stu's forceful cock.
All the while, Ed's stirring organ kept making decisive contact with her vagina as the men marched toward orgasms.
"What a pussy, what a great cunt," Ed exclaimed.
The harder that Stu rode her, the louder and more forceful that the young woman's protests became, but they were all to no avail and she soon realized that no matter what she called him, or how desperate she was for him to cease his actions, that he would not do so until he was ready, probably not until the moment in time at which the juices had exploded from his cock.
Finally she became oblivious to the savage .penetration, and at one point, incomprehensibly to her, she actually found herself enjoying the experience, pain and all, as her asscheeks spiritedly wiggled and her ass felt waves of pleasure and pain simultaneously from the forceful stabs she kept receiving.
At long last, with her head swimming in a dizzying sea of sensation, being ravaged by two hard cocks at once, she heard the loud gasps of the two men, gasps that emanated from them almost at the same instant, and then she felt the splashing drops of their thick white semen which splashed against her vagina and anus simultaneously.
A few moments later, as she was just beginning to come out of the fog, her tender ass feeling pain from the pummeling she had received from Stu and her pussy sore from the thrusts Ed had directed into her orifice, she observed and listened to Nancy as she sat on the edge of the bed talking calmly to the two young giants.
"There'll be a lot more where this came from if you guys decide to go to State University."
she explained. "You'll have loads of fun and become celebrities at the same time. You guys will be invited to all kinds of parties and meet all kinds of fascinating young women."
"How about the two of you?" Ed asked.
"We'll definitely both be around," Nancy smiled.
"Hey, Ed. This college thing ain't sounding like a bad idea at all," Stu grinned.
Ed nodded.
Nancy looked over at the reclining Liz and smiled. Things were looking brighter by the minute as far as the State University football program was concerned.
Liz Moreno's major concern was whether she could hold up.
