"I hadn't meant to sleep like that. Why didn't you wake me up? Fifteen hours in bed! And alone, without a man! It's not to be tolerated!" Annemarie exclaimed, as she and Marcia walked to school.
"I figured you were tired from your long trip from Holland. Jet-lag and all that," said Marcia. "But don't worry. You didn't miss anything. We just sat around watching television. We can do that any time."
"Hmmm, yes, we can," said Annemarie, staring at the tight ass of a boy as he walked by. "Who is that? He seems so muscular and with-it!" She prided herself on picking up slang quickly. She would soon, know all the terms, even for fucking.
"Him? Wow, you aim high, Annemarie. That's Stu Taylor, the captain of the football team. Every girl in school is after him. You should see the way they moon over him after football practice."
"And when is this football practice?" she asked, a wicked gleam in her eye. She'd finally seen a goal worthy of pursuit, and she wasn't going to give up until she explored that huge bulge in his tight jeans.
"After school, of course," Marcia said, as if stating a law of the universe. "But you're not thinking of…"
"I am. And I will show you how you can do the same thing. It is apparent just watching the way you approach boys that you know nothing about them. No wonder you are afraid of them. They are scared of you, too. The secret is to be at ease. Then they are at ease and things can progress from there."
"Aw, it's not that simple. And you're not going to get to first base with Stu."
"I did not know they used bases in your football. That is another part of my education which is lacking. But it's not first base I want to take him, it is to bed!"
Marcia looked sideways at her friend and wandered if she meant it. She would have to get to know her better before she could decide if this was simply the same type of talk all the other girls made, or whether the Dutch teenager was going to carry out her schemes for getting to Stu. Whatever, Marcia didn't think she would succeed.
She was wrong.
Immediately after school, she and Annemarie went out to the football field and watched the team practice. The blonde teenager sat watching only Stu, and it soon became apparent he knew her eyes were on him and him alone. Under her breath, Annemarie confided, "Always single out just the one and let him know you are not interested in any other. Then he will become interested in only you!"
"I doubt it," Marcia said glumly, but she couldn't deny that it seemed to be having some effect on Stu. The big football quarterback smiled in their direction and then stumbled and fell, clutching his ankle. "See what happens when you bother the players?" chided Marcia.
"Never mind that. Where is the locker room?"
"What?"
"I see it. Over there, no? You can come along if you wish, but you might be shocked. Still, a good thing. You can learn how easy it is to get any man you want to fuck you."
"Don't use language like that!"
"Why not? It is what I mean. And what I mean to get!" With that, the blonde rose and harried toward the team's locker room.
Annemarie didn't hesitate when she saw the sign on the wall stating "MEN". She walked right in and immediately made a face at the stench in the room. It smelled so of sweat and old sweat socks and bleach. But she would put up with minor irritations to get a chance at the muscular football player.
She stood beside one bank of lockers, where she couldn't be seen from the doorway. Soon enough, she heard the click-click of cleats against concrete. Stu Taylor walked into the locker room and smiled to himself. His ankle seemed to be perfectly okay.
"You are not limping now. I hope the ankle is much better."
He spun around startled. "Goddamn, what are you doing here? You're not supposed to come in here!"
"But how else would I see you?" she pointed out. She bent aver and placed her school books on the wooden bench. As she leaned forward, her blouse drifted open just enough to allow him to get an unobstructed view of her naked tits bobbing around. The two buttons she had undone suddenly became three as if by magic before she straightened again. He found himself unable to stop staring at her tempting tits.
He licked his lips and wondered about this new girl in school. The way her nipples so impudently poked against the thin fabric of her blouse left him no question that she was turned on. Hell, he could see her nipples actually getting hard as he watched!
"That football uniform must be awfully uncomfortable. Especially those padded pants." She glided up to him and began untying the lace at his waist. The thick bulge just inches below grew rapidly. He was getting a raging hard-on while still wearing his jock strap!
"Look. I faked that injury out there just so I could go up in the bleachers and meet you. But you can't come down here and…"
"If you wanted to go into the bleachers to meet me, then you should be overjoyed I met you down here. It saves you the walk up. And that's not all that's up, I see." She curled her fingers around his prick as it rose up above the elastic band of his jock strap.
She quickly pushed down his pants and snapped his jock strap once, then laughed. "So comical, that slingshot thing you wear. But this isn't the least bit comical. This is fun!"
She dropped to her knees and sucked the purpled head of his prick. He groaned and limply sagged against the lockers as all strength flowed from his legs. He felt like sitting down. Yet he didn't want to dislodge his prick from her mouth.
Annemarie loved the taste of an aroused man. The musky taste would linger on her tongue for hours to remind her of the delights of sucking cock. But this was beyond all her expectations. Stu's sweat added to his male flavor and actually excited her as much as if his prick had been driving hard and fast into her cunt.
She reached down and began stroking her pussy in an open display, to show him how much she wanted his lovely, long, hard prick shoved up into her cunt.
"Shit, baby, I never saw a hot cunt like you before! Beautiful and so damned hot to fuck I can't believe it!"
Then she spoke. "Believe it. And you, too, are beautiful!"
"Men are handsome," he corrected.
"Yes, men are handsome," she agreed, "But a cock like yours is beautiful! And so big! And long and tasty!"
She slurped all around his cock and took the knobby head back into her mouth. She loved the feel of his cock bucking virile and strong against her tongue. But she wanted to drive his passions to the point where he wouldn't want to face fuck her, but rather, to drive his delightful spike of cock all the way up her pussy.
The Dutch teenager must have succeeded. He turned around and sat down on the bench, one leg on either side. He placed his hands in her blonde hair and stared into her eyes. "Screw that! I like a chick who knows how to keep her head while giving head, but I want some more from you!"
"Yes, oh, yes!" she cried. She hoisted her skirt and revealed red string-bikini panties. The dollar-sized wet spot right at her crotch had exploded and wet the entire fabric. "I am wet and ready for you! And this lovely, big prick!" She held his prick as if it were some sort of religious relic.
"Christ, I never saw a chick so hot to fuck before! You're the foreign exchange student, aren't you?"
"Yes, and you're the biggest stud on the football team, I've heard." She smiled wickedly as he laughed.
He began stroking up and down her naked legs. He fondled her knees, then moved up her thighs. Then, slowly, agonizingly, he moved toward her needy cunt. She was breathing hard by the time his fingers were scant inches from her pussy.
Then he pulled his hands away, and then grabbed her cunt. She could barely control her rampaging passions spurred by this treatment. He knew how to play with her, how to string her out until she was ready for the next act in their sexy little play.
She fumbled at the tie strings on one side of her panties. The tiny patch of red fabric fluttered away from her silky-downed pussy mound. Stu didn't waste any more time. He bent her back on the narrow bench until she lay with her legs on either side, her cunt spread wide open for him.
He moved forward, his prick coming in like a missile homing in on a target. She shuddered slightly as the blunted tip of his cock nudged into her pussy lips. For a moment, she was afraid he was one of the "wham, bam, thank you, ma'am" type of fuckers. But he wasn't. He knew all the right moves, all the right things to do to make her want his cock even more.
He teased her sex lips with the end of his prick. She felt tingles of passion surging into her belly. She knew her pussy was flooded with cunt oils by now, but the treatment she was receiving from the tip of his prick added to the reservoir. By the time he parted her cunt lips and sought her pussy hole, she was truly ready for him.
"Fuck me good! Fuck me long!" she cried, not caring if anyone heard her. She wanted this stocky football player's prick inside her cunt where she could experience it to the fullest. She wanted nothing more in the world at that second than to fuck him.
"Don't rush it, doll," he said. "Good things come to she who waits!" He began stuffing his prick into her juicy cunt. But he didn't simply ram in and fuck wildly like so many men might have done. He inserted his prick carefully, one slow inch at a time. She thrashed around, clawing at his shoulders and finding only shoulder pads she couldn't penetrate. He seemed to rise above her, over her, like a giant of a man. He was bigger than any human should be.
Especially his prick.
She felt another inch of his hot cock slide up into her steamy cunt. She thought she was going to go insane with need. She desired this youth like she had no other. She didn't understand what it was about him that made her feel this way. She had never found a lover who could give her this much excitement so quickly.
He buried another inch of cock into her seething pussy. She tensed around his buried cock to hurry him along. It didn't seem to affect him at all. She had to blurt out, "Fast! Fuck me fast with your lovely prick! I want to feel it all the way to my tonsils!"
"Don't worry, baby, when I get going, you're gonna think I'm splitting you apart all the way to the chin. But right now, I'm just sorta getting the feel for the lay of the land!"
He sank his prick another inch into her cunt. He was having to use every bit of his willpower. Her pussy felt almost virgin tight. He'd never had a virgin before and he wondered if she might be one. Then he knew she couldn't possibly be. No virgin spread so wantonly for a man. She obviously knew what she wanted and how to go after it.
If the coach or any teacher found them in here, he worried, they might get tossed out of school. His football career would be over, for sure. But he couldn't stop. This was too good. Hers was the best damned piece of ass he'd ever knocked off!
He finally felt his balls wetly slap against her slightly upturned ass. He was all the way up her seething, hot cunt. For a brief moment he wondered if he might have fucked into a blast furnace by mistake. But no, no furnace ever clutched so firmly at his prick. Could it be a vise? Had he shoved his prick between the jaws of a closing vise? He discounted that when he realized how juicy and warm she was. No hunk of metal could be this yielding, this soft, and at the same time, so exciting.
"Fuck me good, stud!" she moaned. She ripped away at his jersey. By the way she clawed and thrashed around, she might actually reach his naked skin soon. He was glad he still wore his shoulder pads. He might need them if the fucking got really rough!
"All the way in!" he grunted. "Now, to see how well I like it…" He spun his hips in a short, tight little circle designed to stir his prick around inside her cunt. It worked to perfection. She suddenly came. He felt the sudden gush of her love juices spurting uncontrollably around his prick.
He wanted this to last forever. Never had he found a hotter, more willing sex partner than this luscious blonde. With her eyes half-closed, she looked so damned desirable he could have come – even if his prick wasn't stuffed all the way up into her cunt.
He stopped stirring around with his cock, and then began a slow retreat. There was a lewd smacking noise as his prick finally broke the intense vacuum formed inside her cunt. He hadn't realized until that moment how tight the fit was between his prick and her pussy walls.
Her cunt juices began to make his cock feel cold so he began to fuck back into her cunt, this time a bit faster. She struggled and banged at his shoulder pads with her fists. He ignored that and concentrated on driving his spike of a prick all the way into her cunt.
He loved watching the fucking in progress. Gazing down between their bodies, he could see her cunt lips parting in an obscenely wet kiss. The pink lips parted and fluttered a little bit, then accepted the thick, meaty battering ram of his prick. Inch by inch his cock was swallowed up by that yawning cunt until only the pink of scalloped lips fluttered around his balls.
Her cunt juices trickled out around the plug of his cock and dribbled down onto his balls. That tickled so much he wanted to laugh out loud, but he restrained himself. He knew better than to break the mood he was building up so expertly. But then, could anything break the mood of this fucking? Gazing down into the blonde's sex-glazed blue eyes, he realized it wasn't likely.
She was almost lost in her own wonderland of sex. And he had to admit he was getting one hell of a charge from it, too. His balls tumbled and lurched wildly in the thick stew of his sperm and semen. It wouldn't be too long before it all came rushing out the end of his cock and whitewashed the walls of her cunt. But till then, he would fuck for all he was worth!
And that was a lot!
"More, give me more of your prick!" she cried.
He began to increase the tempo of his fucking to see if it would get any reaction from the teenager spread so wantonly around his prick.
She gasped when he began pulling back. The suction inside her pussy threatened to pull her guts out with it. His cock was like a piston in some well-oiled machine. She tensed her cunt muscles to try to keep that delicious prick inside her. The juices in her cunt betrayed her. She found his cock too slippery to hang on to for long. His cock squirted from her cunt like a spat-out watermelon seed. He plunged his cock back into her cunt almost violently.
She began to moan loudly and kick her legs on either side of the football player's broad body. This moved his cock around inside her pussy in totally different ways. It was as if she had a vibrator made out of hot cock inside her. And she loved every second of it.
Then she realized, she wasn't getting enough of his cock. He wasn't sinking his cock in deeply enough to please her. She was getting greedy; she wanted all the fucking cock she could get.
She locked her lithe, trim legs around the jock's waist. Then she tensed and pulled him toward her. She screamed out in joy when she felt his reaction.
He drove his prick into her cunt as hard as he could. A trained athlete, in peak condition, he was stronger than any other man she'd fucked. And he used every bit of his strength to make sure that his prick sailed into her softly yielding cunt.
She loved it. Her legs pulled him even deeper. There was a squishing noise as his prick ripped along her juicy cunt tunnel. Then she rocked back and lifted her legs. Flapping them up and down like a butterfly, she tightened her already-small cunt to the point where she was more than virgin tight. She gave his prick a working over just as he gave her cunt one hell of a fucking.
She felt the liquid surge of his jizz as he came. She abandoned her senses totally to appreciating the force of his cock reaming her out. Every nerve in her cunt tingled with joy. Then she exploded with a climax of her own.
She looked up into his sweaty face and smiled. "That was so fine! All they say about Americans is true. You are good lovers!"
"Want all of us to show you just how fucking good we are?" asked a laughing voice coming from the direction of the locker room entryway.