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School Spirit (Fm, magic)
by Seurat (dantedibby@aol.com)
8 Jul 1997
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Another one of my ramblings, as I prepare the infamous Twighlight Zone
series. For a prequel to what's coming up, read the other story I just
posted, 'The Wedding Present'. In the meantime, I've been in a sports
frame of mind, and I would like to show what think school spirit could be
all about. Hope you enjoy.
By the way, remember Celeste's Blow Job Principle: If you enjoy something
(like a story or a blowjob), let the person know or you may not get
another. Of course, I like Seurat's Blow Job Principle: If you like my
stories, give me some oral sex. Okay, some feedback, other then SPAM,
would be appreciated.
School Spirit, by Seurat
Jerry mentally checked to make sure he had put everything she'd asked
for in the bag. Pads, shoes, pants, jersey, cup, and helmet. He'd even
stuck a football infer good measure. Completing the checklist in his
head,
the college linebacker smoothed his coat, checked his breath, and rang the
buzzer. As he pulled his hand away he realized his palms were sweaty.
Odette peeked through the spyhole in the front door, looking out onto
her front porch. There he stood, Anarcha State's prime offensive player,
looking decidedly uncomfortable. Although the lens warped her view of
him, he still looked incredible. Over six feet of prime college meat,
weighing in easily at the two hundred plus mark, and with a package that
his cup normally hid prominently displayed. He would make a fine addition
to her collection.
Jerry fidgeted, waiting for Odette. He'd met her the other day after
practice, where she'd been taking pictures for some magazine. He'd been
so dazzled by her black eyes and full lips, not to mention her incredible
body, that he'd accepted her offer to pose in uniform before he realized
it.
Her mouth was talking pictures, but her body was promising sex. Hot,
kinky sex. Curfew dictated he be in by ten because of the big game this
weekend at Lilith, and he'd had to sneak out. Even though Lilith was a
small school, it was doing surprisingly well this season, and coach was
really worked up about curfew rules. She better be worth it!
Odette opened the door, the hall light backlighting her curvaceous
body. It was apparent to Jerry, because of her thin shirt, that she was
wearing some king of teddy that tightly hugged her waist and hips. Her
nipples were pushing against her shirt top, probably from the cold.
"Jerry? I'm so glad you could make it. C'mon in."
Jerry's mouth stopped working. To him she seemed to be sex
personified; the way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she looked,
all aroused him. Even her body odor, or perfume, he couldn't be sure what
it was, made him think of sex. His already semi-erect cock grew to full
attention as he stepped inside.
"You can put your stuff down there. Would you like something to
drink? A beer, perhaps?"
"Um, no thank you. Coach says no beer before a game. I gots to tell
you, um, I'm not sure it's a such a good thing to be here. Coach says we
gots to be in bed by ten. 'Cause of the game, y'know? Water would be
great."
"Your coach is right. I'll be done with you long before then. We
both know your team doesn't have a chance without you. Did you bring all
your equipment, like I asked?"
"Yeah, I snuck it out," he grinned,"and as long as I get back in
time, it'll be okay."
"Good." She led him into a large studio, one evidently hastily set
up.
"I'm sorry for the temporary look, but I'm only in town for a few days,
then I'll move on. You can change over there, if you would. I'll be back
in a minute." Odette strolled out the door, Jerry watching her hips sway as
she did. His erection strained against his shorts. She was twenty-five, he
guessed, twenty-eight on the outside guessing by her clothes, and still
good looking. She looked like a screamer in bed. He quickly shucked his
clothes and suited up, the number forty-seven embazoned on the front and
back of his jersey.
Odette returned with the water which Jerry downed in a single gulp.
It tasted strange, but that would be because they were on well water out
here,
instead of on the city's system. "I'd like to start with a few shots with
your
helmet off, if you don't mind. Hold it under one arm, the football under
the other."
"Sure." Jerry did as he was told. Odette started snapping pictures,
the flashes momentarily blinding Jerry each time they went off. Each time
his eyes refocused, it took a little longer, but when his vision came back
he would notice she had changed her stance, thrusting hips out to one side or
the other, bending over to reveal cleavage, or making kissing sounds as
she complimented him. His erection strained against his cup, and he tried
to hide it from her.
"Jerry, is something wrong? You have a pained look on your face."
"It's okay. Something just ain't...sitting quite right. I'll be
okay."
Odette was amazed. Maybe she underestimated him. He was capable
of multisyllabic words!
She walked over to him, and looked up into his eyes. Her right hand
quickly rose up from her side and grasped his cup. "In here?"
He moaned from the impact. "Yeah. In there."
"Jerry, I want to show you something." She took a step back, and
undid her shirt. Underneath was a tight black satin corset which lifted
and thrust out her ample breasts. Before the shirt hit the floor, she kicked
off her shoes and was undoing her pants, revealing matching silk panties wet
with her excitement. "You're having the same effect on me. I'm going
upstairs now, and if you'd like to join me I suggestyou see how fast you
can lose the pants and the cup." She turned and quickly moved out of the
room.
Jerry fell over while trying to take off his shoes, he was moving so
fast. "Damn! Forgot to untie 'em. Again. Coach was right." As he
pulled off the pants,a voice called down from upstairs.
"Just the pants, Jerry. I want the rest to remind me that you're a
football hero."
"Even the helmet?"
"Especially the helmet." She was a weird one, he thought. He pulled
off thejockstrap, releasing his impressive erection. He'd done some weird
things to get layed, but this topped them all. Putting his shoes and
socks back on, though not in that order, he headed upstairs.
She was on her bed, in one of those 'come over and fuck me' poses
Jerry had only seen in magazines. The room was well lit with black
candles, yet dark from the almost black color of all the furnishings. It
smelled of incense and of her sex.
"Very impressive. Yes, very impressive, Jerry. Why don't you bring
that piece of meat over here and show me what it's for." Jerry's erection
bounced as he walked across the room, pre-cum dripping from the tip. He
was nearly beastial in his intent. As he reached the bed, she held out
her hand to stop him. "Jerry? Do you want me?"
Stupid question! "God, yes!"
"Do you want your cock in me, thrusting in and out, until your back
arches and your toes curl and you balls feel like their going to explode
as you cum?" His head began to swim, as much from lust as from her
vocabulary.
"YES!"
"Do you want to fuck me? To be me in me, completely?"
"YES! YES! YES!"
She licked her lips, and dipped her head demurely. "Then bring
that horsecock of yours over here, and slide it in, nice and slow." He
got on the bed, and her hands grasped his cock, pulling him in and directing
him to her wet andengorged pussy. "That's it. Nice and slow."
Jerry eased his meat into her slow, just like she asked. More like
how she ordered. Fucks for him were usually pretty quick; this one wouldn't
last long at all because of his excitement. Before he was all the way in
he started pulling out; short thrusts because most women coldn't take him all
in one shot.
"God, you feel good Jerry. Stick it in me, all the way. I want you
all the way."
Her voice buzzed through his helmet as he thrust all the way in. It
wouldn't be long now. When he realized he was going to cum, Jerry
started to pull out. Suddenly pussy clamped down hard in what he supposed
was an orgasm.
"Wait. Don't you want to cum inside me?"
"I just thought..."
"I like you inside me. Cum for me, inside." It didn't take any
further urging on her part: Jerry exploded, shooting spurt after spurt deep
inside.
When he was finished, he again started to pull out.
"Stay right where you are, my little helmeted warrior. I'm not done
with you yet. I said I wanted you inside me, and I meant until I was
satisfied!" Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him back in, and
she started grinding her clit into his pubic bone. Jerry's cock, going
limp
after his orgasm, started to pull out on it's own.
"No! I said I wanted you inside me, and inside me you will be! I
want that dick hard!" Jerry started getting dizzy again, his helmet squeezing
his head so that it hurt. He could feel an erection growing again, this time
painfully.
"What's going on? What are you..." Odette squeezed her legs even
tighter, drawing him even deeper, if that had been possible. Jerry felt
even more lightheaded as he collapsed on the women underneath him as a second
orgasm hit him, this one as painful as it was pleasurable. She didn't seem to
notice, or to care. Her hands grabbed his has and pulled him even tighter inside.
"I want all of you in me, now!" Jerry's entire body shuddered as he
orgasmed again. This time, though, Odette orgasmed at the same time.
Jerry felt his cock twitch as spurt after spurt shot into her. Jerry began to
feel weak, but his cock kept coming. He could feel his body being drained as
he came again, anad again, and again.
Her spell came to it's end, and Odette got up from the bed, the dildo
in her hand dripping with her juices. Jerry had been fair. Definitely faster
in bed than he'd been on the field. With a little practice, though, he might
satisfy her a little better. She picked up a hand towel and wiped the
dildo clean, then looked at it more closely. It was impressive, a real ten
incher done in the colors of the local Anarcha college. She looked closely,
the swirls almost forming a 'forty-seven'. At this distance, it was obvious
that the dildo's helmet was actually a football helmet, covering a face in
the agony of ecstasy. Odette smiled, and placed the new dildo in the box
that held her collection.
Looked like it was going to be another win for her almamata,
Lilith State. She smiled, and went downstairs to develop the pictures.