Penny Makes the Faceball Team
"Frank, I guess I say it every week, but the beauty of these young athletes simply takes my breath away!'
"Bill, I couldn't agree more. Those gowns for the qualifying round are designed to cover the girls up, but even with floor length skirts and long sleeves, they can't keep things from bouncing or poking out. You can see how excited all four of those young competitors are, right there on the telephoto. Not a soft nipple in eight!
The telephoto feed flashed up on the Jumbotron, and the crowd applauded their appreciation. The girls couldn't help smiling in response as they marched down the red carpet and took their places opposite the waiting boy's team in the arena. Each girl extended her left hand. Each boy bowed deeply at the waist and kissed the back of his opponent's hand.
"The teams are in position and we're ready to start the qualifying round. Girls, reveal your goal!"
A drum roll began. Each of the four girls knelt gracefully in front of the numbered circle matching that on the back of her gown. Each placed her left hand over the outsized athletic cup covering her opponent's penis. With her right hand, each of the four girls unfastened the two straps holding the cup in place. The referee blew his whistle, and four left hands pulled away cups. Four rigid cocks bounced out inches from the Kitten's smiling lips. Another enthusiastic cheer filled the stadium as the girls completed the opening ceremony.
"Ladies, you may begin when ready!" A starter pistol sounded, the 60-second countdown began, and four lovely mouths engulfed the hard cocks before them. Cameras took in the action from every angle as technicians made split second choices between too many images.
"Frank, has there ever been a case of failure to qualify? Why do we even bother with this round?" The commentators spoke quietly as two more young men decorated their partners with sticky goo.
"No, in three years of official competition there hasn't been a single failure. The second string guys are disappointed every time. According to the official rules, the purpose of the qualifying round is to demonstrate potency, but it's also a way to give the boy's team a fighting chance. Plus, it's one more opportunity to see cum on a pretty girl's face!"
"Faceball is the only sport where local high school teams get more coverage than the pros. Why is that, Frank?"
"Well, the pros are just getting organized, so the high school teams have two years on them. There's a lot of pride in the local teams, and new talent is emerging from the high schools all the time. But I think the main reason is the innocent face of a high school girl. Faceball fans love to see guys cum on a pretty girl, but even better if it's a pretty, young rookie!"
Ten seconds were left on the clock when number one pulled out of his opponent's mouth and began to spray jism on a smiling Kitten. "Bill, you can see why number one is captain of the Eagles. He's 18, but he has the control of a seasoned adult. In three years of competition he's never been scored on. His name is Carl Hensen. He's also famous for his volume. I've already lost count of what blast he's on, and he won't be done for another 20 seconds or more. Jill Weathers is smiling, but it's hard to tell because you can barely see her face. Hensen is going to be a champ."
"So what's his secret?"
"Natural talent, I guess. Also they say he's from a very religious family. Maybe that helps him keep control."
The buzzer sounded and several of the girls wiped sperm out of their eyes. Three of them stood up and headed for the lockers to change into their competition uniforms, while Jill enjoyed Carl's continued ministrations. At last he finished, and she rose to follow her teammates as his penis softened like that of his comrads. The band began to play as the cheerleaders appeared for the pre-game show. Faceball is also the only sport where naked cheerleaders are kept off the field during competition, and the crowd doesn't complain.
"Looks like a great crowd here tonight, Frank. I've never seen so many kids! It looks like the repeal of the age limits is turning Faceball into fun for the whole family."
"It sure does, Bill. My daughter used to beg to come to a game, but I had to say, 'Not until you're 10'. Now she's in the bleachers with her brother and mom, sucking on a cream-pop and dreaming of Faceball stardom. Lots of parents think kids should be able to watch and learn about love, and even without their parents permission kids can get in free now."
"Listen to that song, Fred. 'Take me out to the Ball Game' never sounded better."
Teach your girl to play Face - Ball;
Get her down on her knees!
Put on her makeup and lipstick with care;
If you wanna see sperm in her face and her hair.
We will fuck - their beautiful faces;
Come on and give it a whirl!
There'll be One! Two! Three! Loads of Cum;
On your Face - Ball girl!
"Teach your girl to play Faceball. Good advice, Frank, but is it for boyfriends or fathers?"
"Bill, that song is for every guy who loves girls and Faceball."
"Tell us about the Kitten's uniforms, Frank. Regulations require covering up the naughty bits, but otherwise pretty much anything goes, right?"
"That's right. You can check out the uniforms at the CHS web site, or in about ten minutes you're going to see them in person. The Kittens have gone with 6 inch platform heals, the transparent kind, white fishnet stockings, and the ever-popular pink kneepads. Six-inch white mini skirts over pink thongs which stick out at the top, and at the bottom unless she's standing dead still. They top it off with a high cut t-shirt that barely covers their boobs. In fact, they've had trouble with those. Last week the Kittens lost to the Lamar Cougars on an unfair exhibition penalty when Marilee Wilson lost control and let her tits bounce so much that her t-shirt rode up while she came. The team scored five, so it was a real heart breaker. After that you'd think they'd go to full t-shirts, or at least tube tops, but those girls really love their kitty-tops. So does the crowd."
"So do I Frank. Unfortunately the Kittens are likely to be more careful this week. Damn it. Well, we can always hope for a rain storm or just wait for the free play round."
It started in California of course. One hot night the football rivalry between Fresno and Bakersfield came down to a six/six tie in the fourth quarter. When Fresno High scored a field goal it was too much for the cheerleaders. A combination of the NiS program, school spirit, and the horniness of teenage girls took over and one of the girls began rewarding her boyfriend right there on the bench. There were TV cameras present, and soon the game had gone into an unscheduled time out while officials blew whistles and threatened forfeiture. The crowd was having none of it, and it was later determined that the TV audience lost interest in football at just the same time. That little cheerleader ended up splattered on front pages across the country, and when Bakersfield tried to get back to the game, the rest of the Fresno cheerleaders came running out to midfield and ended up on their knees, keeping their opponents occupied. America had a new national pastime.
Fifteen minutes can seem like hours when Faceball girls are getting cleaned up, doing their makeup, and slipping into their uniforms, but finally the scoreboard lit up with the time for the first round and the Kittens came bouncing back onto the field looking like junior hookers.
"I see Marilee Wilson had a little trouble finding her opponent, Bill."
"Nobody ever said Faceball girls were the brightest. Mary's IQ may not be that high, but her bra size surely makes up for it. The girls are supposed to shift up by one with each round. I think she was confused rotating from four down to one. Anyway, she's facing Hensen now, and I doubt if even that huge rack is going to help her score. I don't know how he can stay soft looking at those. I can't, and I'm half a stadium away."
The buzzer sounded, and the first fifteen-minute round was under way. Hair swayed in rhythm to bobbing blonde, brunette, and red heads. Wet tongues slathered the undersides of rigid cocks, or teased deflated penises in girlish attempts to breath life into them. Mark Peters began to moan as Dorothy's nose bumped up against his pubic hair. She knew about his weakness for deep throating and was employing the talent she was famous for throughout Central High. Mark reached for the back of her head, and then remembered that the rules prohibited contact between anything but his penis and her face in round one. Even with that much control he couldn't resist fucking her face. When she lookup up with those big brown eyes while his cock was buried to the hilt in her throat he lost it. Score one for the Kittens.
"Welcome, Dr. Lovelace, glad you could join us. Your daughter, Penny, is the rookie playing number two for the Kittens tonight. How did a freshman make it onto the varsity squad?"
"Well, Frank, my daughter is an amazingly talented girl and the light of my life, but she was painfully shy until a few months ago. The Naked in School program turned her around completely, and also made some wonderful changes in our family life."
"Mrs. Lovelace, didn't you have any objection to letting such a young girl join the Faceball team?"
"My husband makes the decisions in our family now, Frank. A year ago I would never have allowed it, but I've leaned to do what I'm told and love it. For example, I wear this choke collar everywhere now so people know my husband decides everything, including when I breathe. And especially how our daughter is raised."
"Fantastic. You're a lucky man, doctor. Do you have the same relationship with your daughter?"
"Oh, not at all. I pretty much lost control of her when she entered the Naked in School program. Since then she's done whatever she wants and we just hope for the best. It's working out great so far."
"Well, that explains how she got the parental permission required for under 14 Faceball, but how did Penny make the squad?"
"It wasn't easy. My little angel is an incredibly talented cock-sucker, but that didn't count for anything because there were no openings on the varsity team. The coach actually laughed when she turned up for tryouts, because she still looks like a little girl. He thought she was somebody's kid sister from grade school. But that's part of her potential. Over the next four years she'll blossom, and then she's bound to become a star player. Even now she surprised that coach. He came twice during tryouts, and none of the other candidates got her mouth filled more than once. So Penny ended up on the second string. Then last week Karen, the team captain, quit school to turn pro. The other girl who was supposed to take her place came down with the flu yesterday, so Penny had to cover for her on one day's notice. It's lucky she's been getting a lot of practice."
"You sound like you speak from personal experience. Have you experienced your daughter's mouth?"
"Well, Frank, normally I don't answer personal questions like that, but it's easy for you to find out for yourself. Just visit the Girl Scout Porn site and click on 'Penny and her Daddy' - You'll see I'm not just a proud pappa braggin' on his daughter."
"There's the buzzer signaling the end of round one. Three of the girls scored, and two of them are back in the makeup trailer. The two on the field look like they're not planning to clean up their faces. What do you think of that strategy?"
"Bill, it's a pretty good idea if you ask me. Round one is the easy one for the girls. Even though the boy's team just shot off in the qualifications, they're dealing with horny high school boys who can easily cum twice in a half hour. To win the game, the girls have to score seven. That means bringing off unwilling partners an average of over three times in an hour, counting the qualifications. That's not so easy against boys who have been training to control themselves, and I understand the Southpark Chicks girl's team provides some excellent trainers. So if a girl starts out with fresh cum on her face it just might be the edge she needs to score."
"It'd sure work on me Frank, so why do some of the girls clean up?"
"Remember, a lot of preparation goes into these games. These girls and their coach have been watching the play-by-plays and they have an idea of what each of the Eagles like. If a boy prefers the natural look, the girls will apply just enough makeup so they look like they aren't wearing any. If the guy gets off on sluts, they'll lay on the cherry-red lipstick and eye shadow. The girls are also ready for free play if there's a penalty. We can hope."
It started in California, but it had to be Texas where organized Faceball really got going. Those little football towns in the heart of Texas never had many empty stadium seats on Friday nights, so when the Naked in School program introduced nude cheerleaders there were overflow crowds every week. Then the cheerleaders started challenging the opposing team to impromptu Faceball games during half time, and there was a budget crisis when every high school tried to double its stadium space at the same time. The solution soon turned into Saturday Night Faceball.
"Marilee Wilson was the only Kitten not to score. That has to be an unusual experience for a girl built the way she is."
"Maybe, Bill, but did you see the way she was sucking? She was using long, slow strokes without any real momentum buildup at the end, almost like she was gradually warming him up for the next round. Dorothy Engelmann is up next, so let's wait and see if her famous deep throat can score. The girls are on track now, and remember, they're allowed to touch anywhere they want in the second round."
"The two-minute break is over and the girls are back on the field for round two. Only one of the boys is still hard, so it looks like the Kittens are facing a real challenge. You can see on the monitor that Dorothy Engelmann and Jill Weathers are still wearing their jiz. Jill wasn't able to get it out of her hair from the qualifying round anyway. Penny Lovelace decided to clean up. Marilee Wilson has decided on the slut look up against number 2, Brian Martin. Brian is known to have a weakness there."
"There's the buzzer, and they're off. You can see all four girls have started out using their tongues, trying to get a rise out of their opponents. Marilee's tits seem to be having an effect on Brian. He's hard enough now that she's taking him in her mouth and getting a nice bobbing motion going. Not too deep yet.
"Dorothy is playing with Hensen's crown. She's swirling the tip of her tongue right at the hole. You have to admire this guy's control. Wait! He definitely twitched. Now she's leaning back a little and she's got a strand of pre-cum from his dick to her lips. There's another drop forming, and she's licking it off. She's really playing the opposite of her usual technique."
"Frank, there's a flag on that play. Number four, Mark Peters, closed his eyes when Penny Lovelace looked up at him. There it is on the replay. He groaned slightly and had to look away. There's the penalty! Penny is taking off her top."
"Wow! Both of those pointy little tits are pierced. There's what looks like an official Girl Scout crest on one ring, and is that a diamond in the other? That's one hot little girl you've got on your hands, Mr. Lovelace."
"Tell me about it, Frank. I told you she was out of control. We didn't give her permission for either of those. Unfortunately there's nothing we can do under the new child protection laws."
"Well, bad news for Peters, but good news for the rest of us! He's certainly taken note. He's hard as a rock and your little girl is bobbing like a cork in a hurricane. I don't think he's going to be able to hold out."
"So tell me, does she have any other interesting jewelry?"
"Not yet, but it's only a matter of time. Peer pressure. She says all the cool chicks have pierced pussies. She's wheedling me for the money, and she'll wear me down sooner or later. At least it'll give her time to decide between clit, hood, or labia. One at a time is all I ask."
"Hey! There goes Jones! He was standing next to Peters and it looks like he made the mistake of checking out your daughter's tits. Score another one for Jill with an assist from Penny! Things are looking up for the Central High Kittens."
"Maybe so, but Penny hasn't finished off Mark Peters yet, and the clock is running out. We're down to two minutes in this round and there's only one girl with fresh sperm on her face. Hensen is up, but his control seems to be holding. Marilee wants to bounce her boobs at Martin, but it looks like she's too worried about another penalty to risk showing her tits right now. She's bobbing like mad but I don't know if it's going to be enough."
"There's another flag on Martin just as he starts to shoot on Penny! No! The call is against Penny for illegal stimulation! Look at that replay. She's clearly playing with her titty ring. Bill, what's wrong with that?"
"Well, Frank, under the second round rules the girls are allowed to touch their opponents but not to play with themselves. I think little miss Lovelace started to cum and lost control the way Marilee Wilson did last week. Look at her other hand, playing with her clit. Yes! That girl is definitely cumming. Cumming is legal in itself, but the judges are going to take away her score because she made Martin shoot off by playing with herself. It's a weird rule, but there it is. Look at that little girl's disappointment under her facial. I think she's crying. She's wiping off her face and heading for the makeup trailer."
"Indeed she is. There's the buzzer. Oh, no! Martin is cumming on Dorothy after the buzzer! The Kittens just miss two critical points and the Eagles get relief anyway! The score stands at four at the end of the second round. I can't see much hope of the Kittens catching up now. They need two more to tie, three to win, and they're up against three guys who've cum three times in 45 minutes. The fourth guy is Hensen, and he hasn't lost control yet."
"Right Bill, but at least the last round is free play. Three of the girls are stripping right there in the arena. Check out Marilee's boobs! Jones is a tit man, too. Penny made a beeline for the makeup trailer, but I don't know what good that's going to do her up against Hensen. Only 30 seconds left until the buzzer for the third round. Is Penny going to forfeit, Mr. Lovelace?"
"Frank, it looks bleak right now, but I'll tell you this about my daughter. She isn't a quitter. Win or lose, she'll have a cock in her mouth when the final buzzer sounds."
"All three of the girls have their tops off now, and they're getting a rise from the crowd, but not from the Eagles. All four of them are still limp. Jill has her skirt off too, and she's pulling down her little pink thong. Look at that pussy! How do they get them so smooth?"
"Most of these girls wax, Bill. It's painful, but it's the only way to get that baby bare look. Wait a minute. Marilee is pulling up Dorothy's skirt and taking off her thong. She's on her knees; not in front of Jones, but in front of Dorothy! Cut to the telephoto! Is she licking her teammate? Is that legal?"
"Legal or not, Frank, it's getting a rise out of the Eagles. Hensen is the only one who's still soft. Hold on. The officials have declared that free play extends to other girls as well as opponents. It looks like this might set a new Faceball rule, and it's bound to be a popular one."
"There's the buzzer. Still no sign of miss Lovelace. Looks like Hensen is home free. What happened to your daughter?"
"Bill, I just don't know. But I do know my little girl, and I know she'll be back on her knees before the game's over."
"I hope you're right, sir. I'd hate to see her let the Kittens down."
All three of the girls had settled into position in front of their last opponent. Except for heels, stockings, kneepads, and Dorothy's little skirt, all three were now nude. The telephoto took in each of their three gorgeous pussies in turn. Jill, with her perfectly bare slit glistening with girl juice; Marilee sporting a shiny silver ring through her hood with a tiny ball bouncing against her clit, and Dorothy with her skirt flipped up to reveal a tiny line of red pussy hair leading straight up from the top of her slit. All three girls were now covered in cum, some of it dried, most of it fresh. Dorothy was still sporting several thick strands deposited on her chin by number two after the buzzer sounded.
As the cheering crowd watched, Marilee swallowed Jones' dick, coating it with saliva. Then she pulled her mouth off, lifted both enormous boobs, and wrapped them around his cock. He could only look on in wonderment as she began to tit fuck him. Pre-cum began leaking down his shaft, joining her saliva and making her chest feel like a slick pussy. Jones watched with growing consternation as his cock slipped in an out of the delicious tunnel, sometimes bumping her chin on the up stroke. The cameras recorded it all. The Eagle's coach was seen yelling at the referee, who shook his head and said something no one could hear, but everyone could see him mouth the words, "FREE PLAY".
Slowly the minutes ticked by. Three of the Eagles were sweating, but none of them looked like they were on the edge. A blonde, brunette, and a redhead bobbed frantically on rigid poles, but suck as they might, none were receiving her desired reward.
Suddenly the door to the makeup trailer opened. "Get a camera over there! What in hell? Is that a Catholic Nun?"
All three girls stopped sucking and turned to look behind them. Thousands of eyes followed their gaze to a black robed figure in the traditional nun's habit. Framed by its white fringe, the camera focused on the angelic face of Penny Lovelace.
There was no sound from the crowd as Sister Lovelace descended the steps of the trailer and seemed to glide across the grass to where Carl Hensen waited, entranced at her approach. At last she stopped before him, lifted her downcast eyes to his, and sank to her knees. She pressed her hands together in the classic pose of humble prayer, the tips of her fingers lightly brushing the underside of his cock.
A sigh went through the crowd. The kittens turned back to face three raging hard-ons. Three mouths opened, and three cocks entered heaven. Penny continued to pray.
What she said on that magic night is known only to God, to Carl Hensen, and to Penny Lovelace, but everyone could see when her prayer was answered. Hansen's jaw clinched, his scrotum contracted, and a stream of clear pre-cum began to drip steadily from the end of his stiff dick. Penny cupped her hands and collected the clear fluid that had begun to run down her fingers. When a tablespoon full had pooled, she lifted it to her lips and licked it up.
Carl's penis sprang fully erect so fast it bumped her nose as she pulled back her head. Penny rose to her feet, looked up into Carl's eyes for the second time, and raised the hem of her habit. When it passed the bottom of her pantiless pussy, every camera in the stadium focused on that spot.
None of them had as good a view as Carl. As soon as Penny found out she'd be playing she headed straight to the Purrfect Pussy and got her pussy hair trimmed into a little heart. There was an audible intake of breath from the crowd as the gorgeous sight filled the Jumbotron. Then a hush descended on the stadium, save for the wet slurping of three feminine mouths.
Holding her skirt above her waist, Penny curtsied to her partner, turned away from him, and pressed her beautiful ass against his rigid member. Carl awoke from his trance and grabbed her hips. The he followed her to the ground.
"What is your daughter doing! Everybody knows there's no fucking in Faceball! Even if Hensen does cum inside her, it won't count. This is taking free play too far!"
"Frank, why don't you let the officials decide that. Just enjoy the show."
On the field, Penny had reached the climax of her plan. She wasn't the brightest bulb in the lamp, but she knew that her expert cock sucking skills alone wouldn't be enough to score off Carl Hensen. Her nun's costume had gotten him hard, but now there was only one way to get what she wanted. Carl Hensen had the largest, most raging hard-on Penny had ever imagined. Accomplished cock-sucker that she was, she had never had anything near that size inside her young, not-fully-developed pussy. Down on all fours, doggy style, a wave of fear suddenly swept over the little nymph as she felt him position his dick at her entrance.
The decision was out of her hands. Carl's penis, lubricated by his own pre-cum and the nectar flowing freely from Penny's flower, slammed into the depths of her tight little cunt. Her scream echoed through the stadium as if it were on the PA. It is testimony to the dedication and training of her teammates that none of them paused from their own good works, and their partners were too far gone to hear thunder.
Stroke after stroke, Penny's screams became moans of intense pain, then slid rapidly through the spectrum where pain fades imperceptibly into unbridled pleasure. Penny and Carl knew nothing when John Jones unloaded his balls between Marilee Wilson's enormous tits. The sperm fountained upward, joining his teammates jiz all over her face, but most of it blasted her chin and splashed back down onto her beautiful tits.
Penny and Carl were still oblivious when the clock reached one minute and Brian pulled out of her throat to shoot an enormous game-tying wad all over Dorothy Engelmann. It was everywhere: Her hair, her shoulders, her tits, and her little skirt, which like the sperm that covered her, decorated rather than concealed.
Their mutual orgasm flooded Carl's sperm into the depths of Penny even as the clock hit 30 seconds and Jill Weathers felt Mark Peters' cock pulse in her mouth. Neither Mark nor Jill gave a damn for the rules of Faceball anymore. When her mouth could hold no more, Jill let the sperm trickle down her throat, but she had no intention of releasing Mark's spasming peter until it had emptied the last of its delicious contents into her greedy mouth.
At last, a thunderous chant registered in Penny's brains even while they were in the process of being fucked out. 10...9...8...7...
In the midst of her orgasm Penny lurched forward, pulling her enflamed pussy off Carl's fountaining cock. As the crowd shouted 2...1... she swiveled on the kneepads she had worn under the habit. Her lips wrapped around his cock just as the buzzer sounded, ending the game.
Far above in the announcer's booth, her daddy was shouting, "What did I tell you? What did I tell you? That's my girl!" But for now, Penny couldn't care less for the cheers that were now rocking the stadium. She cared for nothing beyond the warm, wet thrill echoing through her ravaged pussy and the cum still flooding into her mouth.
"Bill, what happened? Who won the game? I count six points for sure, but that would leave the score tied. What are the officials saying?"
Down on the field, cameras and officials were converging on the exhausted but delighted players. Dorothy and Marilee were dripping with cum, too exhausted to move, and too happy to care.
The referee walked up to Penny, looked at her angelic face still framed by her nun's habit, and crossed his hands in front of his face. The crowed gave a sound midway between sob and sigh. Carl's dick had answered Penny's prayers, but not in time for the final buzzer.
Jill opened wide to reveal a mouth brimming with pearly white cum! Impartial professional that he was, the ref couldn't help cracking a grin as he thrust his thumb toward his open mouth.
As the stadium erupted in cheers, Jill stood up, walked to the disappointed Penny, and kissed her fellow Kitten open mouthed. As their tongues intertwined, the cameras, no longer at telephoto range but now only inches from the action, recorded the combined sperm loads as they dribbled down the girls' lips, chins, and all over Jill's cute breasts and Penny's stained black habit; until at last the girls broke their kiss, looked in each other's eyes, giggled, and swallowed the delicious remains of their shared victory.
"Well, Faceball fans, I think history was made tonight. From this moment on, we may have to rewrite the rules or rename the game, but never again can it be said there's no fucking in Faceball."
Don't miss the sequel, Faceball Victory Celebration.
