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Screw the Berne Convention. If you would like to re-post, steal, or
tattoo this story on your arm pit, knock yourself out. The characters,
however, belong to Karen Wagner, who used to be reached at
contributor86@hotmail.com, and are used by permission.

If you are offended by pornography, for God's sake stop reading
alt.sex.stories, you idiot.

If you are underage and interested in sex, welcome to the human race.
This is a fantasy, without consequences. Real sex has consequences like
pregnancy (duh!), disease, and emotional devastation. Don't ever let
anybody talk you into doing something you aren't ready for. When you
are old enough to be ready, relish every minute.



Penny Makes the Faceball Team



"And now, ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm Southpark welcome
to the Kittens of Central High!" The band burst into the Central High
Fight Song, and the crowd roared out its approval as the blue-gowned
girls of CHS marched onto the field. In no other sport is the crowd so
graciously enthusiastic in their welcome as for a girl's 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 sauntered across the stadium 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.

"There goes number 3! That's John Jones for the Eagles, qualifying
all over Kitten Dorothy Engelmann. 11 seconds! I believe that's a
record for Dorothy, who's in her second year of competition." A
second stream of white cum splashed against her left cheek, joining a
large blob that had just started to drip off her eyebrow. Dorothy's
face filled the screen as the cameras zoomed in on the first orgasm.
She opened her mouth and deftly caught John's third blast. The crowd
took up the countdown chant as the remaining seconds trailed away.

"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 innocence of the high school girl.
Faceball fans love to see guys cum on a pretty girl, but even better if
it's a pretty, young girl!"

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. The say he's from a very religious
family, too. Maybe that helps him keep control. Anyway, he never has
trouble getting a date."

The buzzer sounded and several of the girls wiped sperm away from 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 teammates. 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.

"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, pink kneepads of course. Six-inch mini skirts
over pink thongs, which extend out at the top, and at the bottom unless
she's standing dead still. They top off with a cutoff t-shirt that
barely covers the 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 out
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 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 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 ended up on their knees in midfield, 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 had to be bright. Mary's IQ may
not be that high, but her bra size surely is. The girls are supposed to
shift up by one with each round. I think she was confused because she
went 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 that. 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 using 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 the penis and the female 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, Mr. Lovelace, glad you could join us. Your daughter, Penny,
is the rookie playing number two for the Kittens. 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. 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 the parental permission requirement for under
14 Faceball, but how did Penny make the squad?"

"It wasn't easy. My little angel is an incredibly talented
cocksucker, 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."

"You're right 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 the Eagles like. If a boy likes 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 challenged the
opposing team to Faceball games during half time, and there was a
budget crisis when every high school tried to double its stadium space.
The solution was Saturday Night Faceball.

"Marilee Wilson was the only Kitten not to score. That has to be a
disappointment 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 tip. 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 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, Peters has certainly taken note. He's hard as a rock and
your little girl is bobbing like a cork in the Atlantic. 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 she'll
have 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 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. Wow. That
girl is definitely cumming. Cumming is legal in itself, but the judges
are going to take away her score because she made Martin cum by playing
with herself. It's a weird rule, but there it is. Look at that little
girl's disappointment under that 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 lose two vital points and the
Eagles get relief anyway! The score stands at four at the end of the
second round. I can't see any 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 game ends."

"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 now, 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 out there 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
the 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 free to bounce against her clit, and
Dorothy with her skirt flipped up to reveal a tiny blonde line 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 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 giving her chest the slick slipperiness of a wet
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. Two blondes and a
redhead bobbed frantically on rigid poles, but suck as they might, none
were receiving their 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
classic nun's habit. Framed by its white outline, the camera focused
on the clean, 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
ends of her little fingers lightly touching the tip 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 were engulfed by
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 knows that that prayer was
answered. Hansen's jaw clinched, his scrotum contracted, and a stream
of clear pre-cum started to drip steadily from the end of his 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. Penny had spent the night
before carefully shaving a heart shape in the neat hair over her pussy.
This time there was an audible intake of breath as the gorgeous sight
filled the jumbotron. There was no sound in 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."

Carl Hensen had the largest, most raging hard-on Penny had ever
imagined. Accomplished cocksucker that she was, she wasn't sure she
could handle such a rod in her not-fully-developed pussy. Down on all
fours, doggy style, a wave of fear suddenly swept over the little
nymph.

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 pain, then slid
through the spectrum where pain fades progressively and rapidly 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. When her mouth could hold no more, Jill let the
sperm run 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 didn't care about anything other than the warm, wet
thrill echoing from 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 clean 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. Penny's prayers had
been answered, but not in time for the final buzzer.

"Is it a tie? What about Jill?" The referee stepped in front of
circle four, where Mark Peters had sunk to the ground beside his former
opponent, his new and lasting friend. Jill watched the official walk up
to her and look down. Looking him straight in the eye, with every
camera focused on her, Jill opened wide her lips to reveal a mouthful
of 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 over to Penny,
and kissed her open mouthed. Their combined sperm loads dribbled down
both girls' chins, onto Jill's cute breasts and Penny's stained
black habit.

"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."

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