Time out at the city football stadium. The stadium lights glared down on the bleachers lining the sidelines, bleachers alive with hundreds of screaming, frenetic teenagers. The lights reflected off the red and yellow helmets of the respective teams in the center of the field and along the sidelines. Cheerleaders on both sides of the field led their respective student bodies in warlike chants. The chorus of voices was mostly female. The girls cheered while the teens tried to feel them up. A round of applause interspersed with catcalls broke out when the unconscious player in the center of the field finally came-to and was assisted off the field by two teammates, one supporting the injured player on each side. The injured player, his head wobbling, his knees rubbery, was the third victim of Brent Johnson's vicious play tonight, and the first half wasn't even over with yet. Brent's coach paced the sidelines, giddy with satisfaction.
"Why can't the rest of you guys learn to hit like that?" he'd growl at his players on the bench every once in a while. Then he'd turn back to the field and gloat. Brent would be his first all-state player, then his first collegiate All-American, then all-pro. And as big as Brent got, he'd always give credit to his high school coach for turning him into one of the legends of the gridiron.
Up in the top row of the bleachers, hid away in the shadows, huddled together in the most remote corner of the stadium, sat Willy and Ben, wearing hooded sweatshirts and sunglasses.
"Holy shit!" said Willy. "He almost killed that guy, and that guy's a foot taller than either of us."
"Maybe he didn't recognize us this afternoon," Ben said. "He was pretty far away when we took off."
"Maybe not," said Willy, "but I bet that big mouthed Amy told him who we were."
"He probably beat it out of her," said Ben. "Maybe he killed her…"
Both teens shuddered and pressed against each other.
Down at the other end of the sidelines, Amy, dressed in jeans and a blue nylon jacket, made her way carefully out of the bleachers. Her jeans were tight, and showed off her firm ass. She was barefooted, because bare feet made her look and feel sexier. Her long hair shined like golden fleece against the bright blue of her jacket. As she picked her way down the green, wooden seats, she made sure to graze his cheeks with her ass, or to lean on their shoulders for support, or to place a bare foot, as if by accident, on one of their thighs. By the time Amy stepped onto the dewy grass at the foot of the bleachers, every she'd come anywhere near during her descent had a hard cock trying to burst out of his tight jeans. Amy knew it, too. She could hear the hot breathing, could sense the stiff cocks, could feel the hoards of lusting male eyes raping her sexy body.
Amy made her way toward the scoreboard at the end of the field, then darted behind a clump of spruce trees. Once hidden in the security of the thick spruce boughs, she peered out and down the field toward the bleachers. Good! Nobody had followed her. She didn't want a whole pack of curious teens coming in here. The area back here was an exclusive hideaway for members only. Members were anybody Janet and Cheryl decided to let in.
Amy tiptoed through the shadows toward the clearing at the center of the clump of spruces. She winced now and then as she stepped. She was sore between the legs. Brent had given her the fucking of her life this afternoon. He'd been furious about her playing around with "freshmen brats" while waiting for him to come and fuck her.
"Not enough for you – huh?" he growled. "This thing ain't big enough, or something?" Then he knocked her flat on, her ass and rammed his dick up her cunt without himself even undressing. Her panties he ripped off her as if they were made of paper tissue.
"I'll teach you!" he snarled, and he fucked her for one solid hour without a moment's rest. They both came so many times that Amy lost count, and when it was all over, Amy could hardly walk. But as violent as the experience was, Amy loved every fucking second of it. Her only regret was that that absolutely amazing cock of Ben Konig's – the one she'd sucked off just before Brent arrived on the scene – hadn't been growing out of Brent's loins. Amy's pussy drooled as she stepped into the clearing. She couldn't get Ben's cock out of her mind.
Janet and Cheryl were there all right, busy as usual. The dozen or so teens in the clearing with them looked up, startled, as Amy entered.
"Nothing to worry about, studs," Janet said. "She's one of us."
"Hi there!" said one of the guys to Amy. He grinned lecherously. "Are you gonna join in?"
"Well, wet!" said another guy, twanging his rampant cock.
"Hot stuff!" said another. He was beating off. And all the other guys, except the two humping away at Cheryl's and Janet's asses, muttered something to show their lust for Amy.
Amy's pussy throbbed for all these big teenage cocks, but she was much too sore to do any fucking tonight. Two guys tried to pull down her pants, but she pushed them away.
"Not tonight, guys," she said. "I got the clap." The two guys backed away from her as if she were radioactive. Amy chuckled. That line always worked. She sat down on the spongy spruce-needle bed and watched the hot scene. Tonight she would have to be a spectator. She was horny as hell, but her pussy was too tender to touch. Damn, that Brent! she thought. He'd ruined her evening.
"Oh, Jesus!" gasped the guy riding Janet's ass. "Oh, wow! Feels so good!"
Janet was bent over, her jeans down around her ankles, her hands braced against her knees, her round ass turned up. The guy gripped her hips tightly while he plunged his cock in and out of her from behind. The guy was fully dressed, his cock protruding torn his open fly. He'd apparently been in too much of a hurry to get his cock up Janet's cunt to bother with dropping his pants.
"Cram me, stud," Janet gasped, giving Amy a wink while she said it. Then she made a rotary motion with her ass and whined like a she-cat.
The guy fucking her gibbered out a stream of fuck words. His eyes rolled back. His back arched. His loins shimmied. He humped his cock at high-speed. "Ohhh, Jesus Christ!" he groaned. "I'm coming! Ohhhhhh!"
Janet cooed as the spasming youth filled her with his hot jism. She churned her ass like a fan, sucking the guy's nuts dry.
The spent guy fell back onto the spongy ground, his hard prick dripping with cum and female juices, but before he could look up at the ass he'd just fucked, another guy had taken his place and was already well on the way to an orgasm.
Janet wiggled her ass as her newly mounted stud humped away at her. She winked again at Amy.
Meanwhile, next to Janet, Cheryl cooed with satisfaction as her own horny stud drove himself to orgasm while he rode her sexy ass. Like Janet, Cheryl had merely dropped her jeans, bent forward, and braced her hands on her knees, giving the pack of horny studs easy access to her upturned cunt.
While the waiting guys watched two of their buddies fucking the two hot nymphos, they stumbled about impatiently, their jeans shackling their ankles. All the guys appeared to be eighteen years old – seniors – and all had cocks that stood up nearly vertically, aching to wiggle up inside a pussy.
"Damn it, Ronnie," one of the guys snapped. "Hurry it up. Blow your load and get off that bitch." He stood directly behind the teen fucking Cheryl, his horny cock dripping a spittle like strand of silvery pre-cum. While he waited, he stroked his big cock.
The guy riding Cheryl increased the tempo of his fucking. Cheryl cooed louder, wiggling her ass faster and faster.
"Oooooh! Ohhhhh! Mmmmmm!" the fucking youth moaned. "Feels so, ohhhhhhhh! Christ!" The guy shuddered from head to toe. His jism spurted up Cheryl's cunt.
"Hurry!" his waiting buddy gasped. "Finish up!" He was beating his cock as if he'd lost control of his hand. "Oh, Jesus Christ, fuck!" His jism spurted out all over his spuming buddy's ass. "Goddamn!" he swore, losing his hot load before he'd had the chance to get his cock up Cheryl's pussy.
The scene was more than Amy could bear. She crawled on her hands and knees toward the guy firing his jism all over his buddy's ass and caught his bucking cock in her mouth. Spurts of hot jism shot down her throat. Amy cooed, and the guy groaned.
The moment the guy was done shooting his jism down her throat, Amy wheeled around to lick the jismed ass of Cheryl's fucker before he could get away. The guy had just pulled out of Cheryl's cunt to allow another horny youth to mount Cheryl. Amy grasped the guy's skinny hips and pulled his ass toward her lips.
"Bend over," she directed. "Let me lick your ass."
The guy leaned forward in imitation of Janet and Cheryl, bracing his hands on his knees, arching his back, and turning his ass up to Amy's tongue.
Amy went to work, polishing the white asscheeks, sucking down the thick wads of jism. The guy's ass was warm, and his buddy's jism was still hot and tasty. Amy loved the taste of cum. She just couldn't swallow enough of it.
Amy spread the youth's asscheeks. His asshole glistened with the jism that had trickled down over it. She licked the pucker, then up and down the moist asscrack.
The guy sighed. "Mmmmm, baby, suck my ass," he moaned. Then he wiggled his butt like a nymphette getting ready to be fucked.
Amy buried her face between the hot asscheeks. Her tongue played with the youth's sensitive pucker. His asshole opened slightly and sucked at Amy's tongue. She shoved her tongue up the guy's ass. He was sweet inside.
"Feels good," the guy moaned. "Mmmmmm, feels so good!"
Amy forced her tongue so far up the youth's asshole that she thought she'd push it right out of her mouth. The guy's hot hole twitched and throbbed, squeezing her tongue rhythmically. The guy's ass wiggled. His arm pumped. He was waiting while Amy licked out his hot asshole.
"Fuck my ass," he grunted. "Fuck my ass with your hot tongue. Oh, yeah!"
Amy darted her tongue in and out. She twirled it. She sank her teeth into the youth's dilated pucker. The guy jerked his cock. Within a minute, he was coming.
His whole throbbed against Amy's pumping tongue. His jism shot out of his cock and splatted against the ass of the guy fucking Cheryl.
As soon as he was done spurting, Amy gave each of his cute asscheeks a big smacking kiss. Then she pushed him aside to get at his jism, which was clinging in hot wads to the contracting asscheeks of the guy fucking Cheryl. Amy sucked up the jism, then drove her tongue up the new guy's asshole. Immediately, the new boy shot his own jism up Cheryl's juicy cunt.
Amy lost track of time. All she was conscious of was big fat cocks exploding one after the other. Janet and Cheryl winked at her from time to time, and she winked back. All three girls were delighting in what they loved best – sucking the jism out of the guys' nuts by whatever means possible. The girls were obsessed. Their mission in life seemed to be to make guys come.
Amy loved her two girlfriends. They'd taught her so much about guys and fucking and sucking. She loved them so much that she delighted in crawling into bed with just the two of them, sandwiched between their hot, naked bodies. They'd rub against each other, talking about all the hot cocks they'd fucked, and then they'd all come, all three of their pussies throbbing and juicing at once.
The evening went on. Half-time came. The second half of the football game began. The crowds, in the bleachers cheered and booed and gasped. Amy lapped up more and more jism. Some she sucked right out of hot, spurting cocks.
Janet and Cheryl got fucked, taking on one guy after another. The insatiable guys kept on spurting. Some lay panting on the ground, recovering, while their horny buddies humped away at the hot girls or slid their juicy cocks in and out of Amy's throat. They all seemed to have forgotten that Amy had claimed she had the clap. Or else they remembered but just didn't care.
The cozy clearing in the grove of thick spruces filled with the scents of jism and pussyjuice. The guys' cocks just wouldn't get soft, and the girls just wouldn't stop trying for their jism. Finally, halfway through the fourth quarter, one of the guys pulled up his pants, stuffed his cock inside, and staggered out of the clearing to return to the game. One by one, the other guys, after pumping out one for the road, yanked up their jeans and left. At last, only the three cum-filled girls remained.
"Mmmm, what a night!" said Janet. She pulled a wrapped tampon out of the pocket of her jeans and ripped open the paper wrapper.
"You can say that again," Cheryl said. Then she nodded toward the tampon. "Have one of those for me, honey?"
"Sure thing," Janet said, reaching back down into the pocket of her jeans, which were still down around her ankles. She produced a tampon for Cheryl and tossed it to her.
"I hope this will stay in," Cheryl said, extracting the tampon from its package. "Those guys really loosened me up."
"Me, too," said Janet. She pushed the oblong object up her cunt and removed the stem, letting the stern drop to the ground like a discarded sucker stick.
Cheryl shoved her own tampon up her cunt. It made a squishing sound as it entered. All three girls laughed.
"Christ, you're juicy," Amy said, spotting a trickle of cum slowly sliding down Cheryl's leg. She squatted quickly at Cheryl's feet and licked the cum off.
"Look at that cunt eat cum," Janet said. "I wonder which of those hunky guys that jizz belongs to."
"Probably all of them," Cheryl said, lifting her leg slightly so Amy could lick up around her pussy. "They all shot off in me at least once, I think."
Amy licked at Cheryl's hairy snatch. The kinky hair dripped with jism and pussyjuice. She licked up all the juice she could find, savoring the taste.
"How about me?" Janet asked when Amy had finished lapping at Cheryl's pussy like a mother cat.
Amy didn't have to be asked twice. She crawled up between Janet's smooth legs and licked between them, combing the silky blond pussy hairs with her tongue. A trickle of jism got past Janet's tampon, and Amy quickly caught it.
"She must be starving," Cheryl said.
"She loves the stuff almost as much as we do," Janet said.
Amy looked up. "Why don't both of you pull out your tampons and let me suck the jizz out of you? That way you won't have to worry about getting your jeans all wet. Christ, what if your tampons slipped out?"
"I'll take that chance," said Janet.
"Me, to?" said Cheryl. "I can feel that cum inside me and I want it to stay there."
"It's good for the pussy," Janet said. "Say, Amy, why'd you keep your pussy all bundled up tonight? All those guys had good stiff cocks, and they knew how to use them." She reached down and pulled up her jeans.
"Sore cunt," Amy answered, and while Janet and Cheryl fastened their clothing and brushed their long hair, she told them about her after school adventures with Ben and Willy and Brent.
"You're crazy," Janet said. "That runt?"
"I swear," Amy said. "It's at least a foot long and as big around as my arm. Christ, Janet, how can you not know? Ben's your very own brother!"