The Little Cheerleaders
by Vance Packardy


FOREWORD 

The little cheerleaders ran to the fence that separated them from the 
football field. They pressed their noses against the wire and shouted to the 
boys. Their instructor blew her whistle, "Now girls, we'll have none of 
that. Leave those boys alone." 

Sue turned to Laura. "Do you think Miss Fengler ever gets any?" 

"I guess so," said Laura. "She always leaves school with Mr. Hadley." 

"Oh, Mr. Hadley can't do it," said Sue. "He's an old man." 

"But he plays football and that stuff. I'll bet he's really strong. I'll bet 
he has one as big as Moose," said Laura. 

"I don't believe it," opinioned Sue. "Tell you what. We can find out if we 
sneak into the locker room and watch them undress." 

"What if we get caught?" Laura shied. 

"Oh, we'll never get caught," Sue replied. "I've been in there before. I 
know the perfect hiding place." 

"Well, I don't know. Suppose somebody sees us going in; or what if the 
football team goes in before we do?" asked the not so sure Laura. 

"If the team goes in first it will be even better," Sue beamed. "Then we can 
really have some fun." 

"If you go in, I'm going in too," said Connie. 

"Okay," said Sue. "We'll do it right after practice." 

The girls all agreed and went back to the practice lines. Miss Fengler was 
about to blow her whistle, but the girls were already on their marks. 

"Now, the 'Take it away, West End' cheer," Miss Fengler shouted, "One, two, 
three." 

The youthful, creamy legs began to kick high again. The young crotches 
spread and the young tits bounced. Miss Fengler watched her charges 
carefully, eyeing their every move. She smiled broadly as the girls did the 
final split. 

"Very good, girls. Now, let's try it once again," she shouted. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The ball came down, end over end, onto Skeeter Webster's waiting arms. He 
tucked it in and took off behind the wall of blockers who were starting 
up-field in front of him. 

When they pulled the big defenders off him, Skeeter had gained twenty-five 
yards. He waited, bent and breathing hard, while the rest of the offensive 
team came on the field. They formed a huddle around him and his buddy, Larry 
Jordan. The quarterback asked him if he was all right. 

"I thought those bastards were going to pile up on me for the rest of the 
day," Skeeter replied, "but I'm okay." 

"Okay. Thirty-seven on the count of two. Hup, hup," called Larry and the 
team turned to the line of scrimmage. 

A loud cheer rose from the sidelines as the nimble, round-bodied 
cheerleaders went into their cartwheels and back flips. "Let's go West Side, 
let's go," they yelled. 

"Hut one, hut two," Larry barked, and the ball was snappily handed back to 
him. He turned and faked into the middle of the line. He stopped short and 
back peddled. Skeeter and Speedy Brown, the full back, charged forward on 
either side of him. Larry tucked the ball into Skeeter's middle and Skeeter 
cut for the outside. He was met head on by a big guard from the Southside 
team who bear-hugged and wrestled him to the ground. 

The West End team walked back to the huddle. 

"That big fucker is pretty quick," Skeeter said, "I think we better go over 
his head or to the other side." 

Lonnie Jeffers, the receiver came back to the huddle and leaned in. 

"I think I can beat my man," he diagnosed. "I had a good three or four steps 
on him that time." 

Larry took the information and translated it into the next play. The chants 
again arose as they went up to the line of scrimmage. 

"Hut, hut," yelled Larry and the ball came back. He faked it to Speedy, ran 
off behind him and spotted Lonnie trotting as if out of the play and pegged 
a deft pass right to his fingertips. Lonnie took off, his defender 
completely out of range. The defensive secondary finally managed to stop him 
four yards from the goal line. 

When all the ass-patting and hand slapping ended, the team went into a 
huddle. "Draw up the middle for Skeeter," Larry told them and they ran to 
the line. 

"Make this on the first run and you can be first on line with good old Sue 
tonight," Larry told Skeeter as they got down in their three point stance. 

"Make room, boys, I'm coming through," Skeeter laughed. 

Skeeter took the handoff and hurdled over a few of the fallen bodies in 
front of him. When his feet hit the ground, he was pumping them like 
pistons, his free arm stuck out in front of him, jabbing at the faceless 
jerseys, punching his way to the goal line. He felt an arm lock onto his leg 
and he continued to struggle. Another arm grabbed him and he started to 
fall. He could hear the cheering but he was struggling too hard to know what 
side was cheering for whom. Someone was on his back now, and he fell 
forward, the ball clutched tightly so as not to drop it. 

Skeeter was yanked up from the ground by his happy, excited teammates. "Way 
to go, baby," they yelled. "That's making 'em, boy! Way to go!" 

Back on the bench, while the kicker was making the extra point, Larry 
slapped Skeeter on the back. 

"You got to get in that pussy first tonight," said the quarterback to his 
friend. 

"I just ought to," Skeeter said. "A guy could get hurt trying a stunt like 
that." 

"Aw, you had it made man. You were over before they even got a hand on you," 
Larry told him. 

"Well, why didn't you tell me so I could have laid down?" Skeeter asked him, 
skinning up his face. 

"Shit man. I thought you were just backing through there to show 'em how bad 
you was!" Larry said and slapped him on the back. "You were tough, man, 
tough." 

"Shit. I coulda been saving some of that for them tight little asses 
tonight," griped the irate Skeeter. "If you let them bastards pile up on me 
like that again, I'll drop the ball for you." 

"Aw, what kinda attitude is that?" Larry asked, holding his hands out. 
Skeeter poked him and turned to the field. 

"Let's go defense. Hold 'em. Hold 'em!" he yelled. 

At the end of the afternoon, West End had racked up another win. They romped 
on Southside by a score of 38 to 7. The West End players knew there would be 
plenty of celebrating after they got home. 

"Oh, man," Lonnie was saying as they climbed into the bus, "I can almost 
taste me some pussy right now." 

The coach walked down the aisle, congratulating his boys. "Fine game, 
fellas," he was saying, "fine game. If we keep on like this, we'll be city 
champs this year." 

"Here, here," the players echoed, not really interested in the coach's 
speech. 

The coach went back up to his seat and the guys began to make plans. 

Larry, Skeeter, Speedy and a few of the other guys had a little gang of 
their own. They sat together across the long, back seat in the bus, 
discussing how they would do it to the girls when they got back to "Big 
Bob's" house. 

Big Bob was the linebacker for West End, and weighed over 200 pounds. His 
folks were always going out so he could give parties almost whenever he 
wanted. 

"Hey, listen, you guys," Big Bob said. "Since it's my house, I get to make 
my pick of who I want to screw, right?" 

No one argued. 

The last man in the group was Don Smith, the tackle. He was another two 
hundred pounder. Together, they made up the social nucleus of the football 
team and managed to get more pussy than all the other guys in school put 
together, they'd bet. 

The bus trundled along, followed by the bus loaded with the cheerleaders and 
some of the kids from school. The cheerleaders were never allowed to ride 
with the team, but no one ever bothered to explain why; it was just another 
silly old school rule. 

At the school, the bus emptied and the kids all started off on their way to 
whatever they had planned for the evening. The cheerleaders broke up into 
two groups, one that went home, and one that went to "Big" Bob's house. 

As they walked, the guys threw a football back and forth, occasionally 
stopping to goose one of the girls or to steal a little peck on the cheek, 
but most of the time, they just tossed the ball back and forth. 

Very little time was wasted once they got to "Big" Bob's house. The guys all 
got naked and urged the girls to join them. Skeeter grabbed Sue and headed 
for a bed. 

"Hey, wait a minute," somebody yelled. "You ain't even had a beer yet." 

Skeeter stopped at the door. "Who needs a beer? I want to fuck this little 
bunny before you guys all get too horny. First TD, first PeePee, remember?" 
he said. 

Sue stood, rather awkwardly, swaying back and forth as Skeeter gestured to 
the guys. He was holding her by her arm. She had nothing to say, she just 
stood there with a grin on her face. 

"Wait a minute," said Larry. "Nobody's going to stop you from screwing her. 
Here, have a couple of these ups and let your mind go free." 

Skeeter reached out his hands and took the several meth tabs that Larry 
offered. He popped them all at one time. Sue took a few of the pills and 
swallowed them. She stood in the doorway, waiting for the balling to begin. 

The music started and several of the kids got up to dance; the guys bouncing 
around, their cocks swinging, the girls jumping and swaying, the baby fat 
still on their young faces and asses. 

"Shit, I want to fuck," said Skeeter and grabbed Sue by the hand. 
Compliantly, she followed him to the bedroom. Skeeter pushed her down on her 
back and climbed on her. He wasn't going to take it easy. 

Several of the guys crowded into the doorway as Skeeter started to drive his 
healthy young dick into the easily obliging Sue. 

"Go get it, Skeeter. Go get it," someone urged. 

"Stick it in her, man," added another voice. 

Some of the girls came to the doorway and peeked over the boys' shoulders. 
They joined in the chorus, chanting, "Rah, rah, siss boom bah! Yeahhhhh, 
fuck!" 

Skeeter ignored them and ground himself down on the buxom young Sue. She 
curled her legs around him and humped hard. It was her first fuck of the day 
and she had plenty of energy. All the boys got hard-ons as they watched and 
turned to the girls who were gathered around them. 

Larry turned to Laura. "Let's fuck," he said. 

"You know I don't have any birth control pills like Sue," she said. . 

"So what's that got to do with anything?" he asked as he turned her around. 

"Bend over and touch your toes and I'll show you where the wild goose goes," 
he told her. 

Laura complied with Larry's wishes. She turned around and spread her legs 
far apart. She leaned way over and placed her hands on the floor. Larry 
caught her by the waist and began to struggle with the tiny pink oval that 
led to her back track. Laura grunted, "Hurry up and get it in, dammit! It 
hurts." 

Larry spread the cheeks as far as he could and sank his prick in up to the 
balls. All around the room, his buddies were following suit. They had to use 
the back door often because none of the girls were able to get ahold of 
anything and were afraid of getting pregnant, with the exception of Sue, who 
got birth control pills from her older sister, a girl who had been the bunny 
for the team when Larry's big brother was playing at West End. 

Big Bob had gotten ahold of Connie, a cherubic-faced little girl with an ass 
as big as tomorrow. He impaled her with his penis and was driving her around 
the room. Each time he'd sink his mammoth cock in her rear, she was forced 
to move a few feet forward. Big Bob enjoyed ramming and running and soon had 
the whole gang plunging and pushing the girls around the room. 

Larry pushed Laura close to Connie. He told the girls to push their 
shoulders against one another, like a blocking drill. Then he and Big Bob 
rammed them from behind with all their might, bucking and snapping their 
hips until they came, filling the tender, round ass canals with their hot, 
sticky gism. 

"That's the way to drill 'em," said Larry, holding out his hand for Big Bob 
to slap it. 

"Cool, baby, cool," said Bob. He slapped Larry's hand and walked to the 
bedroom door. He yelled into Skeeter, "Hey, you gonna take all night?" 

Skeeter was still rocking himself in and out of Sue's hot little cunt, 
stretching it open with each stroke. He closed his eyes tight as he felt 
himself about to come. He swiveled his hips the same way he did when he 
evaded tacklers on the field, sharply one way and cut back the other way. 
Sue was sweating beneath him, wondering why he hadn't come yet, but not 
stopping her own hips from pumping back at him. 

Skeeter braced and shot his hot load into her and Sue knew that he was done. 
Her cunt was wet and dripping, he had made her come twice while she waited 
for him to get his rocks off. A round, wet ring was forming under her and 
she shifted to avoid its stickiness. 

Skeeter pulled himself up. "Damn that was good," he said. "I just might get 
on the end of the line for some more of that good shit." 

Big Bob looked over his shoulder to see if anyone else was coming. He moved 
in as Skeeter pulled himself up. Sue turned her head slightly as the big, 
hulking frame of the two hundred pound Bob settled down over her. She 
winched and drew in her breath as he sand his thick, wide penis in her. As 
he left the room, Skeeter looked back and said, "Hey, Bob, don't stretch it 
too much. A few more people want to get some of that pussy too." 

Big Bob didn't bother to answer. He was busily filling Sue's soppy box, 
grunting heavily as he pile drove into her. x "Wait a minute, wait a 
minute," Sue nearly screamed. 

"What's the matter?" Bob asked as she made him stop. 

"You're either going to rip me open or smother me," she said. "I think I 
better get on top." 

Bob swung a leg outside hers and rolled over. Sue came up on top and sank 
her cunt down around the fat, thick dick. She cast her gaze to some faraway 
place and rode up and down, her wide, wet hips fluttering like a flag in a 
strong wind. 

Larry emptied himself into Laura's rump and pulled out fast. He was about to 
go into the bedroom but Laura caught him by the arm. 

"Could you please finger-fuck me, Larry. I really want to come," she 
pleaded. 

"Do it yourself," he said. "I don't want any pussy juice on my fingers. I 
gotta throw the ball," he told her. 

Laura hung her head down and Larry went to the bedroom. He laughed at waht 
he saw. There was a big, round pink ass staring him in the face, with a pair 
of thick, hairy legs dangling over the side of the bed. Don, the Moose, came 
up beside him. 

"Look at that ass move," he commented. "She can really work it, can't she?" 

"Don't get any ideas Moose. I'm next," Larry told him. 

"When old Bob gets done, you might have to call me to help you out. Shit, 
man, you'll probably fall in," the tackle teased. 

"You just worry about there being enough left for you when I'm done," Larry 
smugly intoned. "Don't worry about Larry Jordan falling in." 

Moose slapped him on the back and walked over to Laura. "Hey, Laura," the 
Moose called out, "how about me and you doing some good old-fashioned 
fucking?" 

"Not me, I'll give you head if you'll finger me, but I don't want to get 
pregnant," she answered. 

"Aw, come on. I'll pull it out before I come. I promise," the Moose pleaded. 

"I don't know about that," Laura replied. "You might forget or something. 
Then what?" 

"How can I forget?" he asked. "Think I want to ruin my football potential by 
knocking you up?" 

"Well, I don't know," she said. 

"Aw, come on, just a little bit. It'll be better than any finger job," he 
promised. 

Laura thought for a minute and lay back on the floor. 

"Be careful you big ox, don't hurt me," she cautioned. 

"It'll be like a slice of heaven, little honey," he assured her, "never fear 
when the Moose is near." 

Moose covered the diminutive Laura and guided his penis into her. She held 
her hand to her mouth to prevent the scream that built inside her from 
emerging. Once he had sunk his big penis in her, she relaxed and tried to 
return his stroking movements-she could hardly get her hips up off the 
floor. 

Larry moved up behind Sue's flouncing ass cheeks and held her down. Big Bob 
looked up at him and asked him what he was doing. 

"Just going to join you in a little double teaming," Larry told him. 

"Don't you know it's a penalty to stop a play while it's in motion?" Bob 
asked him. 

"Just a little time out," said Larry. "Play can resume in a minute." 

Having just finished one tail-hole, Larry prepared to fit himself to 
another. Sue reached back and covered her rear end entrance. 

"Couldn't you wait a few minutes, Larry?" she asked. "Let me do Bob and then 
you can be next, all right?" 

"What's this?" Larry frowned in jest. 'The quarterback being let out of the 
play?" 

"No," Sue answered. "But I'd rather have you wait until the offensive team 
is called to the field rather than have you playing with the defense," she 
told him. 

"Okay, defense. Do your stuff," he said, clapping his hands and moving away. 
"Let's go defense." 

Sue put her wide bottom into motion one more time. Big Bob began to puff 
again. Sue, a little on the plump side, fast-fucked the thick stick, trying 
to get him to come in a hurry so she could give her pee-hole a rest. He was 
so big, it was choking her intestines. 

Big Bob blew up his cheeks and let out a long stream of air. He let his arms 
fall out beside him. Larry, who had been absent-mindedly playing with is 
penis, ran to the bed and stared down at his eyes. 

"Better call the trainer," he laughed. "Looks like that last tackle nearly 
knocked him out." 

Larry pulled Sue up by her waist. Big Bob clapped his hands together. "Man, 
when Sue gets going, nothing can stop her. Let out, Larry. She might just 
swallow you whole," Bob cautioned. 

Larry slapped the big linebacker on his bare belly. 

"Okay, defense, now let the offensive team show you how it's done." 

Bob stood and watched as Larry pulled Sue up on all fours. 

"Didn't you know that offensive players like wide holes?" he asked Bob. "How 
else do you think we score? We work hard to make wide openings." 

"Oh yeah, I forgot," said Bob. 

Larry stepped closer to Sue. The pink rims of her pussy jutted up from the 
bushy crop of pubic hair between her legs. With a wink to Bob, Larry fit his 
narrow, muscular thighs against her and inserted his wand. He pushed her 
hips together and shoved his way to the far reaches of her inners. 

"Damn, Larry!" she screamed, "don't try to kill me." 

"Got to hit that line hard," he said, working his body in long, fast jerks. 
Bob slapped him on his ass and told him to get a touchdown. He left them and 
went out to the others. 

Larry raced his penis in and out of the stretched and come-filled cunt, 
driving hard to get his rocks free of another load. The meth tabs he had 
taken were really going to his head and he felt like he could lift the world 
on the head of his dick. He pushed Sue's heavy hips together as he plunged 
his prick into her. She bucked against his onslaught, but he was powering 
right up the middle. He drove her forward a yard at a time, until her head 
came to rest against the headboard. 

"Larry, stop it!" she cried out. "You're going to split me open. Stop it!" 

Larry picked the plump, sweaty body up from the bed. He directed her to grab 
onto the headboard. He continued his speed driven assault on her love cup 
until she shook violently. 

"Oh, my goodness," she cried, "I'm coming like a fountain." 

"Well, spray it all over," Larry shouted, "but don't try getting down 'til I 
get mine off." 

Sue twitched and shuddered in his grip, but Larry would not relent. He drove 
on, harder and harder, until he began to feel the ache building in the 
bottom of his ball bags. He slowed and measured. 

Standing, shaking in the softness of the mattress, he held on until he had 
dripped every drop of his sperm in Sue's deep well. He then fell and 
somersaulted to his feet on the floor. Sue sank down, huffing and puffing 
like a freight train. Larry watched his prick as it retracted into the 
wrinkled skin. Sue stretched out and asked him to tell whoever was next to 
wait a few minutes. She needed some time to get herself together. 

Larry stood at the door to the bedroom, blocking it with his arm. Speedy was 
the next man, but Larry told him that Sue was taking a breather. He had a 
smug grin on his face when he told Speedy, "I just got finished, man, take 
it easy. She needs a little time to get her wind back. You can get your shot 
in a little while-I think." 

Speedy smirked at Larry's boastful attitude, and leaned against the wall. 
Larry looked at Sue as she sat and rubbed the battered lips of her bucket. 
Speedy ducked under Larry's arms and skipped into the room. Sue looked up, 
expressionless, and in a discorporate voice told Speedy to hold on a minute. 
She got up and walked out into the room where the others were all engaged in 
a raucous circle fuck. She looked around until she found a pack of 
cigarettes. She took one, lit it, and went back to the bed. As she spread 
her legs and invited Speedy to take his pleasure, she said to anyone who was 
listening, "I wish some of those other cunts would get hip to the pill so I 
can take a breather once in a while." 

Speedy protested her smoking while he was getting into her. Pursing her 
lips, Sue put the cigarette in an ashtray. 

"Happy now, baby?" she mocked. 

Speedy held his penis in his hands. Sue spread her box wide for him. When he 
inserted it, the prick seemed to just slide in. Still, Speedy went to it, 
humping away as if he were running back a kickoff. Sue lay with her eyes 
open, gazing up at the ceiling. Speedy buried his nose in her armpit, 
rolling from one side to the other, trying to hit on something that would 
indicate that he was doing it to her and not just jumping over a void. Sue 
reached over and took the cigarette up. She stuck it in the corner of her 
mouth and inhaled deeply. 

Speedy jumped up and slapped the cigarette across the room. The slap echoed 
around the tiny bedroom and brought the crowd running. Speedy was standing 
over a stunned and numbed Sue, fuming. 

"What did you hit me for?" she was crying. "Are you crazy or something?" 

"Bitch," he screamed. "Don't you go smoking a fucking cigarette when I'm 
trying to get my nuts off. I'll slap your teeth down your throat. Now spread 
those legs and fuck like you're suppose to." 

Sue started to whimper. Speedy raised his hand again and she choked back the 
sobs. Though they watched, none of the others had anything to say. Sue 
spread her box open and Speedy sank his prick in again. 

This time, she wrapped her legs around him and humped herself up furiously. 
They tossed and rolled across the bed. Sue's hips swam around Speedy's 
tapered middle and he ran the length of his penis into her. He couldn't feel 
the walls of her broadened box, but he bumped against the bottom. But this 
wasn't satisfying him. He stopped. He pulled his penis out and scowled at 
her. She recoiled, thinking that he was going to hit her again. 

"What's the matter, Speedy?" she shuddered. 

"Shut up, bitch! And turn over!" he demanded. 

Sue hurriedly rolled onto her belly. She knew Speedy was going to stretch 
her back door for her and she knew he wasn't going to be nice about it. 

"Spread 'em," he directed. "Spread 'em wide!" 

Sue obeyed Speedy's directives. She didn't want him to bash her again. 

His penis coated with come from his buddies and from Sue, Speedy placed the 
head in her anal opening. He pressed and the orifice surrendered. He slipped 
right in. He began to bound up and down on her back, reaming out her rectal 
tunnel with long, angry pokes. 

"You got some fucking nerve," he repeated several times as he brutally 
crashed into the hole. 

He hauled her up to her knees and pummeled against her buttocks. Sue flopped 
down on her face. He hauled her up again and drove her back down. He 
continued to bounce her up and down until he shot off. His hot, stinging 
fluids filled Sue's hind tunnel, scorching her interior with their angry 
heat. 

Speedy pulled himself out of her ass and wiped his prick on her cheeks. Sue 
breathed a sigh of relief when he was done, and fell in a heap. Lonny came 
in but she asked him to wait. He looked at her strangely. "What's the matter 
with you?" he asked, but stood back and waited, his penis stiff and 
bouncing. 

Sue got up from the bed. Her knees gave out as she tried to reach the knob 
on the bathroom door. Lonnie helped her to her feet and she entered, pulling 
the door shut behind her. Lonnie leaned against the door, listening. He 
could hear the water running and what he thought were sobs. He tiptoed to 
the other door and waved to Speedy. 

With Larry at his side, Speedy came toward 

Lonnie. 

"Hey man, she could hardly fucking walk when she got up," he said. "You must 
have really given it to her." 

"I was gonna fuck her brains out but I remembered some of you guys didn't 
have none yet," bragged Speedy. 

"Hey, how come you hit her?" Larry asked. 

"Oh man. That bitch wanted me to fuck my brains out while she laid up 
smoking a cigarette," he explained. "Ain't that something?" 

"Oh man, what a bring down," said Lonnie. "I sure hope there's enough left 
for me." 

"No sweat," Speedy haughtily assured him. "I only wore out the back hole. No 
problem taking it up the center." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Sue stumbled out of the bathroom and onto the bed. Larry and Speedy walked 
away and back to the party. Lonnie turned and stepped closer to the bed. 

"Which end do you want?" she laconically asked. 

"Don't go getting smart with me," Lonnie told her. "It ain't my fault if you 
don't know how to be nice in bed." 

Sue spread her legs and rubbed at the lips of her cunt. Lonnie stared down 
into the black-thatched V and his penis started to pound. He got between the 
outstretched legs and inserted himself up to the balls. 

Sue put an arm around him and began to rock him. She gazed out at the light 
to the room where the others were dancing to the music and laughing. 

Reader's Note: Text in pocket book intelligible for next two paragraphs. 

She ms soft whispering voice, if the Moose was coming in next. 

"Don't ask me about m y else when I'm trying to get it off," Lonnie 
reprimanded her. onder Speedy had to slap you!" 

Sue continued to screw her hips under the hard-working Lonnie. She could 
hardly feel him as he struggled around in her oversized cunt. She 
distractedly placed a finger in her mouth, and let Lonnie go until he got 
his rocks off. 

"Shit," he said as he got up, "that wasn't worth a damn." 

Sue, with her finger still tucked in her mouth, gave him a blank stare. 

"Shit," he said again, and waved his arms distractedly. 

The Moose's big frame appeared in the doorway and Sue sat up. Moose was the 
last one. Get him to blow his rocks and she could go in and dance with the 
rest of the crowd, if he didn't make her pass out. 

The Moose walked slowly into the room. 

"What's happening, Sue baby?" he joked. 

"How's the old thing holding up?" 

"Cut the comedy, Moose," she said. 

"Not in a hurry, I hope," retorted the Moose. "I may take a long time." 

"Well, get it up and let's get it on," she said. 

"Coming, baby. Coming," he replied. 

As he stood at the foot of the bed, Moose cast a long shadow over Sue. Her 
cuntlips began to burn with just the thought of his massive bulk ripping 
into her. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. She knew what was coming and 
she had to take it. 

Big Moose took his time. He crawled up on the bed and let his prick drag 
over her stomach and loins. He crawled a little higher and let it drag 
through the valley that separated her high-rising big boobs. Next he dragged 
it over her mouth and nose. He let it dangle over her eyes for a second and 
moved back down. 

"Moose, aren't you tired?" she asked. 

"What's the matter? Scared of little old Moosey?" he teased. 

"Scared? I've taken you before," she answered. 

"Well, why all the questions?" he countered. 

"I've been on this bed for hours," she told him. "I'd like to get up." 

"Okay," he said in a cautioning voice, "if it's hurry you want, it's hurry 
you'll get." 

He rammed the fat muscle into her and began a merciless jumping. The walls 
of Sue's cunt seemed to be ripping apart. She dug her fingers into the 
Moose's back and cried out for mercy. 

"Oh, Moose, please! Stop it, stop it!" she pleaded. 

"You want to hurry, dammit, so I'm hurrying," he scolded. 

His heavy frame bounced off her body, rising and falling like an aircraft 
carrier on a stormy sea. Sue wrenched herself beneath the mammoth weight of 
the big tackle. 

"Aaiieee!" she cried out. "Moose, you're killing me! Please stop!" 

The Moose slowed, but only because the abrasion was beginning to wear on his 
penis skin as much as it tore away at Sue. He pulled the heavy rod out, but 
braced Sue's legs open with his own to prevent her from closing him out of 
her box. He rested for a second and reinserted his long, fat pole. It still 
fit snugly against the walls of Sue's pussy but he moved more slowly and 
with deliberation. He was going to get his nuts off, but he wasn't going to 
bruise himself up doing it. 

Sue worked with him now, moving her hips around and around, dipping and 
rising up beneath him. The Moose was sinking himself right up to the balls 
each time he shoved, filling Sue's insides with the fullness of him. Se 
began to perspire under his massive size and weight, but she was able to 
keep herself going. 

From outside, the noise of the party made Sue anxious to get out to where 
the music blared. She screwed herself up at Moose faster and faster. He was 
surprised at her aggressiveness and took it as a sign that she was ready to 
go. He rammed his penis in her and quick-stroked. She grimaced and tightened 
her grip on his back, struggling to keep herself going, struggling to 
prevent his tearing her open. 

Moose started to puff loudly. His massive frame could lumber up and down a 
football field all day, but all the fucking and drinking was taking its toll 
on him. He sank himself all the way in and held his penis against the back 
wall of Sue's cunt. 

Sue swiveled around on the fat tip. It felt as if Moose was going to push a 
hole through her, but she wanted to make him come so she could get back to 
the party. She rolled her belly, tightened her muscles around his prick as 
much as she could, and rocked his big body back and forth. The Moose still 
did not come. 

"Roll over, Moose," she urged. "Let me do you." 

"I like it fine just as it is," he said, in a dull, dazed voice. 

"I can make you feel real good, Moosey," she cajoled. "Let me get on top and 
I promise you, you'll get a feeling like you've never had." 

The Moose lumbered over on his side and then onto his back. Sue breathed 
deeply now that she had gotten his gargantuan girth off her. On top, she 
began to coax his prick with the lips of her vagina. She slid her cunt up to 
the tip of his prick and squeezed the muscles around it. She slid down 
again, rippling the walls inside her box over every inch of his penis. 

She continued her rippling gyrations until she felt the big man starting to 
buck. She threw herself into a gallop and slithered faster and faster up and 
down the pole. When he shot, she could feel his gism spurt against her raw 
walls. 

At last, she thought, at last! Moose seized her around the asscheeks and 
pulled her down on him. He hoisted his penis up the wet trail again and 
again until he was emptied. Then he let her go. Sue hopped off. She planted 
a foot on the floor and fell. 

"Oh wow," she said, hanging onto the side of the bed. "I think my insides 
are ruptured." 

The Moose got up and sat on the edge of the bed. He watched as Sue struggled 
to her feet. 

"Well, you could help me up, you know," she said to him. 

"Oh, sorry," he said, and stuck out his arm. 

Sue pulled herself to her feet and shook her head. She aimed herself at the 
door and walked toward it, tottering as she went. She leaned against the 
door and looked out at the crowd. One of the girls saw her and called out 
hef name. 

"Hey Sue," the voice called. "Thought you weren't ever going to come out!" 

Someone stuck a cup of almost warm beer in her hand and Sue quaffed it down. 
She leaned against the wall for a while and stepped out into the room. The 
music was pounding and she began to dance. When she saw Speedy, she stuck 
her tongue out at him. He raised his hand and she covered herself, still 
dancing. 

One of the girls, Sharon, sat on Lonnie's lap. His penis was sunk way up in 
her rump and she rocked back and forth. Lonnie rubbed the little tan tips of 
her breasts as she swayed. 

Skeeter had gotten hold of the gorgeously built Donna and was corn holing 
her in the comer. She was standing upright with her head tilted back on his 
shoulder as he pushed and pulled. 

Skeeter's hands were cupped gracefully over her honey cup, playing in her 
raven bush. Larry, with a beer can in his hand, walked over to them. He 
stood in front of Donna and bent down. He pushed Skeeter's hands aside and 
peeped up at the hair-hidden lips. He shut an eye and peeped again. 
Standing, he said, "Pretty pussy. Keep it up and you can take Sue's place." 

"Bah. Thanks a lot," was Donna's answer. 

"You're welcome," said the half-stoned quarterback as he reeled away. 

"Hey, you better lighten up," Lonnie cautioned his friend. "We got a heavy 
practice tomorrow." 

"Ah, don't worry about me," Larry waved. "Just celebrating another victory." 

"One win doesn't make a season," someone else said. 

"Oh, listen to all the prigs," Larry whistled. "I was clean for so long that 
I deserve to get pissed if I want to." 

As if by some prearranged signal, the girls began to chant another cheer. 
"Two, four, six, eight. West End High is really great! Yeaaaahh team!! " 

Moose frowned into his cup. "One more of those and I think I'll puke." 

"You don't appreciate our team spirit," Connie yelled at the Moose. 

"I'll give you team spirit," he said. "Right across your sweet ass." 

"You wouldn't dare," she answered, ducking behind two of her girlfriends. 

Moose looked at his watch. He gulped a sip of his beer and threw the can 
into a waste basket. 

"Hey, it's time to start cleaning up this place. My folks'll be home in an 
hour or so, or even sooner." 

Everyone still stuck together apart, or fucked faster trying to come before 
the fun ended and the cleanup began. 

Sharon leaned back and whispered something to Lonnie. Then she started to 
bounce madly up and down on his lap while he leaned back, eyes shut tight. 

Skeeter raced in and out of Donna's can, too, while running his fingers up 
her twat. 

Lonnie stretched himself out, pointing his toes and his tubes emptied into 
Sharon's rumble seat. As she stood, his prick plopped free of her tight 
tunnel and fell in his lap. 

Skeeter and Donna still carried the ball. She was standing on tiptoes, the 
fingers still hiding in her muff. Suddenly, she shot it loose and the sticky 
fingers slid out. Skeeter bucked against her hind cheeks a few more times 
and he came, ending the session. Donna tightened the muscles in her cakes, 
squeezing him dry. He pulled himself out and Donna turned to plant a kiss on 
him. 

At football practice, the guys were being put through grueling grass drills. 
The coach went down the rows of heavy bodies, barking out commands. "On your 
feet, one two. On your bellies, one two. On your backs, one two!" 

Larry was feeling the effects of his overindulgence and asked the coach if 
they could break for a while. The coach ignored the request and continued to 
call out signals. When he ended the grass drills, he sent the squad around 
the field at a trot, jogging alongside to make sure no one dropped back. 

'This is killing me," Larry complained to the Moose and Skeeter who ran 
alongside him. 

"It's your own fault," said the Moose. "You should have quit while you were 
ahead last night." 

"Never again, man. Never again," Larry groaned. 

Skeeter gave Moose a signal and they both grabbed one of Larry's arms and 
broke into a sprint, dragging him along. 

"Hey! What are you guys trying to do, run the legs offa me?" Larry shouted 
as they hurtled down the track. 

"Good exercise, man," said Skeeter. "It'll run some of the shit out of your 
system." 

"Gee, thanks a fucking lot," Larry complained again. 

Moose and Skeeter continued to drag Larry around the track. They didn't let 
up until the coach blew the whistle he swung from his neck. The team circled 
around on the infield and sat. Coach Hadley made them get back on their 
feet, saying it was no good to run and then fall down. 

Speedy joined his friends as they waited for the next drill to begin. Larry 
perspired profusely. His jersey was soaked through and through. Jokingly, 
Speedy told Larry that his clothes smelled like a brewery. Larry shoved an 
equally wet towel in his face. 

"Okay, you guys!" yelled Coach Hadley. "We're gonna practice some plays. I 
want to go over the power sweep to the right and the sweep to the left. 
After that, we'll run through the halfback option and the end around. Any 
questions?" 

Someone, hidden in the crowd, disguised his voice and said, "Yeah, coach. 
How about break?" 

"Okay," the coach said. "The man who wants a break can come on out here and 
take one. I'll break his neck. Now, gimme a formation out there!" 

Amidst a flurry of growls and "Let's go!" the team split into a defensive 
unit and an offensive unit. The coach threw a ball to Larry and told him to 
run the power sweep right. 

Larry flipped the ball to the center and told the guys to run it on three. 
He crouched. 

"Hup, hup, hup!" he commanded, and the feet went flying. 

The defensive team crashed through and sank Larry to his knees. The coach 
blew his whistle and came running to the field. 

"What the hell's the matter, Jordan? You should have been out there behind 
that blocker, ready to hand off," he growled. 

"Gee Coach, you must buy thicker steaks for the defense or something," Larry 
said, getting up from the ground. 

"All right, wise guy, let's run it again. This time, move like you're 
playing football, not doing a waltz!" the coach scolded, and backed off the 
field. 

While the football team drilled, the cheerleaders went through their paces 
on an adjoining quad. Their instructor, a milk-fed, ail-American type, 
leaped around the quad, shouting out commands. The creamy-complexioned young 
charges followed diligently, bending their backs and raising their knees, 
and doing their little struts. 

Laura, Sharon, Connie, Donna, and Sue were all in a line as they went 
through the "Go Get 'em West End" cheer. As they kicked up their legs, Sue 
complained of her soreness. 

"How does it feel?" Laura asked. 'To take on all those great big dicks?" 

Sue blushed and whispered, "Good, until the next day." 

"Gosh," said Laura. "I guess they'd tear me open. My pussy is so tight." 

"You get used to it and your pussy stretches," said Sue in a knowledgeable 
tone. 

"Would you tell me about it later?" asked Laura. "I really want to know how 
it is." 

"Sure," Sue told her. "I can tell you everything." 

"How big is yours?" Laura asked. 

"Big enough to take on the biggest guy on the team," Sue boasted. "You ought 
to try it." 

"No, not until I can ge some birth control pills or something," Laura 
frowned. "Besides, there's always the other way," she added. 

"But there's nothing like having both holes filled at once," Sue whistled. 
"You wouldn't believe it." 

"Gosh, it feels like I'm going to have diarrhea when I got just one up me as 
it is," said Laura. "I can't imagine what I'd do if I had one in front and 
one in back." 

"Oh, it's so easy. And it feels like they're touching together inside you," 
Sue crooned. "It's so fantastic!" 

The cheerleader instructor blew her whistle. "Okay, girls. Take a break and 
we'll do the "Take It Away, West End" when we start again." 

The little cheerleaders ran to the fence that separated them from the 
football field. They pressed their noses against the wire and shouted to the 
boys. Their instructor blew her whistle. "Now, girls, we'll have none of 
that. Leave those boys alone!" 

Sue turned to Laura. "Do you think Miss Fengler ever gets any?" 

"I guess so," said Laura. "She always leaves school with Mr. Hadley." 

"Oh, Mr. Hadley can't do it," said Sue. "He's an old man." 

"But he plays football and that stuff. I'll bet he's really strong. I'll bet 
he has one as big as Moose's," said Laura. 

"I don't believe it," opined Sue. 'Tell you what. We can find out if we 
sneak into the locker room and watch them undress." 

"What if we get caught?" Laura shied off. 

"Oh, we'll never get caught," Sue replied. "I've been in there before. I 
know the perfect hiding place." 

"Well, I don't know. Suppose somebody sees us going in, or what if the 
football team goes in before we do?" asked the not-so-sure Laura. 

"If the team goes in first it will be even better," Sue beamed. "Then we can 
really have some fun." 

"If you go in, I'm going in, too," said Connie. 

"Okay," said Sue. "We'll do it right after practice." 

The girls all agreed and went back to the practice lines. Miss Fengler was 
about to blow her whistle, but the girls were already on their marks. 

"Now, the "Take It Away, West End" cheer," Miss Fengler shouted. "One, two, 
three!" 

The youthful, creamy legs began to kick high again. The young crotches 
spread and the young tits bounced. Miss Fengler watched her charges 
carefully, eyeing their every move. She smiled broadly as the girls did the 
final split. "Very good, girls! Now, let's try it once again," she shouted. 

Larry dropped the ball an; the coach blew his whistle. "All right, all 
right!" he shouted. 'That's enough! You look like a bunch of clowns. That's 
it for the day. Jordan, I suggest you go home and go to sleep. No, you been 
sleeping all day. Why don't you go home and wake up?" 

"Thanks, coach," Larry grinned. "Think I will." 

There was a sprint down the path to the locker room, accompanied by more 
growls and "Let's Go's." As the team filed through the doors, Laura called 
to Sue. 

"Look, the team already went into the locker room," she whispered. 

"I can see," said Sue. "We ought to be through soon. Miss Fengler always 
rides home with the coach so she'll have to stop and get dressed." 

"Oh, I'm scared," said Laura. 

"What for?" asked Sue indignantly. 

"I don't know. I don't want to get caught," 

Laura answered. 

"Stop worrying," Sue told her. "The boys will hide us." 

Miss Fengler blew the whistle when Coach Hadley went by. "That's it, girls! 
See you tomorrow." 

Sue, Laura and Connie waited until all the other girls had dispersed before 
they went to the door that led to the boys' locker room. Making sure that no 
one saw them, they stole down the stairs, following the rousing young male 
voices. 

"Phew, it really smells in here," Laura commented. 

"It smells much better in where the boys are," said Sue as she stuck her 
head in the door. She caught sight of Skeeter. 

"Psst, psst!" she signaled. 

Skeeter nearly choked at his first sight of the girls, then, mustering his 
manliness, he walked to the door, letting his towel trail behind him. 

"What are you doing here?" he asked. 

"We came to see the coach," Sue told him. 

"Go use the office door," he told her. "But you'll have to wait. He's in the 
shower right now." 

"That's where we want to see him," whispered Sue. 

Skeeter looked around the door and saw Connie and Laura pressed up against 
the wall. He grinned. 

"What do you wan to see the coach for?" he quizzed. 

"We just want to see, that's all," Sue replied. 

Skeeter looked around. "If the guys get hold of you, it's your problem," he 
warned. 

There was a devilish glow in Sue's eyes. "I'm not worried about it," she 
said. "Why should you be?" 

Skeeter pointed down the aisle that separated the rows of lockers. Sue waved 
to Connie and Laura as they came to the door. Before following her in, they 
looked at the naked, wet bodies emerging from the showers or sitting on the 
wooden benches. Sue turned back and pulled Laura into the humid smelling 
room and Connie came along behind them. 

Skeeter preceded them, holding his finger to his lips. All the boys kept 
quiet. The coach was in the end shower stall and the girls would have to 
wait for him to come out or they would have to go all the way into the 
shower room. 

Not even Sue was brave enough to venture all the way into the shower room. 

Coach Hadley finally emerged, wiping his towel over himself. He dragged the 
towel between his legs, drying his balls as he stepped through the door. His 
penis hung over the towel as he wiped. It was long and fat. The skin around 
the head hadn't been cut like all the boys, and the tip stuck ou just a 
little. 

The girls ducked into one of the aisles and peeked around the end of a 
locker. Their eyes grew large as they watched Coach Hadley peel back the 
skin and wipe the head of his penis. He wrapped the towel around his waist 
and walked out toward his office. When the door closed, the boys all crowded 
into the aisle where the girls had taken refuge, their hands reaching out 
and touching the plump round asses and groping for the healthy ripe boobs. 
The single thin row became a crush of fused bodies as the entire team tried 
simultaneously to get in a little feel. 

Connie and Laura were backed into the corner, helpless against the exploring 
hands. Sue was pinned against a locker and she opened her legs to the 
anxious explorers. She called out, "Hold it, hold it!" The hungry young eyes 
all fixed on her. 

"I'll take the ten biggest dicks in the room," she announced, stripping away 
her shorts and panties. Connie and Laura looked at each other. 

"What about the other two?" someone shouted. 

Boastful of her own prowess, Sue told the boys, "They can't fuck yet, 
they're scared. But I guess you can talk them into something else." 

The boys all stepped back as Sue walked among them, examining their 
privates. As she touched them, each boy turned a shade of red, all except 
the group of regulars who knew her, and of course they made up six of the 
biggest dicks in the locker room. Sue had only to pick four more for 
herself. 

Larry piled a stack of wet towels on one of the benches. She gave him a wet, 
hungry stare as she moved toward the piled-up towels. 

"I'm taking 'em two by two," she announced. 

The more tender members of the team exchanged incredulous glances. Was she 
for real? While they asked themselves the question, Larry and the Moose 
moved in. 

"Odd finger gets the choice," the Moose said and he and Larry flicked their 
fingers in the air for the right to select holes. 

While the other eight waited in line for a shot at Sue, a few of the others 
had moved in on Connie and Laura. The girls' shorts were taken down and the 
boys attempted to enter the tight little cunts. The girls objected to having 
their cunts invaded and turned their asses up for inspection. 

Most of the boys were too shocked to take the girls up, but some of the 
others were there to fill the breach. One of them, a big defensive tackle, 
grabbed some soap and worked up a lather on the head of his penis. He pushed 
Laura against the wall and brusquely entered her rectum. Then he sat her 
down on his lap so his buddy could put his prick in her mouth. 

"See?" said the tackle. "You can take on two at a time just like Sue!" 

Two more of the players got Connie and gave it to her in the same fashion. 
Along the narrow aisle, the sounds of hurried humping and sucking rose along 
with the sounds of uninitiated pants for the first shot of tail. One of the 
boys, realizing how far back in the line he was, took it upon himself to 
masturbate. J He didn't think there'd be anything left by the time he got 
there. 

Two by two, the team filled the girls with their flaming, youthful spurts of 
sperm. Those who couldn't really get it off, thought they did. At last, the 
final two that she was going to take approached Sue. She was beginning to 
get woozy, but she offered herself to them and they clumsily took her, 
fumbling with their pricks, trying to get into the holes. 

As the boys filed out of the locker room, one of them asked his friend, "Did 
you ever get any before?" 

His friend was very smug in answering. "Sure. I get it all the time." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

When the team went to practice the next day it was all the guys could do to 
prevent the newly pussied from spilling the beans. Each time a play was 
called and a pileup ensued, there would be somebody in the stack who had 
something to say about the girls in the locker room. 

"Oh man, did you see that big pussy?" one would ask. 

"Shit, I see that stuff all the time," someone would lie. 

"Oh man, that Sue can really take it, can't she?" another would comment. 

"Shut up before the coach hears," someone else would say, usually Larry or 
one of his crew. 

But no amount of taunting could prevent the younger players from reliving 
their experience. Finally, Larry and his crew made up their minds that they 
would only run plays to the side of the field away from the coach. No matter 
what play he called, Larry would always send his men to the opposite side. 

"Okay, knucklehead," the coach called. "What the hell are you doing?" 

"Just running the plays, coach," Larry yelled back. 

"There are two sides to the field," Coach Hadley yelled. "You gotta use both 
of them if you're going to win a ballgame!" 

"Yeah, I know, coach. But I figure to get the guys going one way and then 
run 'em the other way," Larry replied. 

"Don't forget who's running this team!" the coach yelled again, kicking in 
the dirt like a mad bull. 

"How could I do a thing like that, coach?" Larry grinned. 

He called the team to the huddle and mapped out a play. He sent Skeeter out 
to one side and Lonnie to the side of the field where the coach stood. He 
put the team on the line and called out the numbers. At the snap of the 
ball, Larry faked one way, fell back and sent a pass over to Lonnie who 
hauled it in and ran downfield for a touchdown. 

"See, coach," Larry said. "You get 'em going one way, then you change up all 
of a sudden, like." 

Coach Hadley scratched his head and blew his whistle. 

The team ran over to see what Hadley had blown the whistle for, and he 
really didn't know. The guys turned around and went back to the game. 

Sue, Laura, Connie and the rest of the girls were through with their baton 
twirling and high kicking early, and came to the football field. They sat 
along the sidelines, yelling and screaming. Aware that the girls were in 
attendance, some of the younger boys started to chat it up about the locker 
room again. 

Moose grabbed one of the kids by the collar. 

"Shut your mouth or I'll bash your teeth in. How we gonna have any fun if 
you go blabbing?" he railed. 

The kid slunk away from the Moose and the coach ran over to see what the 
problem was. 

"No problem, coach," said the Moose. "Just telling him not to hit so hard 
during practice games." 

"You had to grab him in the collar to tell him?" the coach asked. 

"Well, I was just stressin' the point," Moose told him. "Letting him know 
that somebody could be injured or something." 

"Okay. But we won't have any rough stuff on the team, Moose," the coach 
said. "Save all that bullying for the game on Saturday." 

"Right, coach!" said the Moose and retreated to the huddle. 

The girls walked along the lines, following the boys as they moved from one 
end of the field to the other. They yelled and screamed, some of them turned 
cartwheels, gaping open their sweet, tender thighs, distracting the young 
and hard-up newly anointed players. 

"Did you see that split?" whistled Speedy when he came into the huddle. 
"Made me get a hard-on just to think about it." 

"Yeah," said Larry. "I think we ought to have a party tonight." 

Larry got up from the huddle and called Big Bob. 

"Hey, listen, Bob," Larry started. "Your folks going out tonight?" 

"I don't know. Why?" asked the big linebacker. 

"Well, you see them girls over there. What do you think we could do to them 
if we had a place to take 'em?" quizzed Larry. 

"Well, I ain't too bright," joshed the big fellow, "but I guess we could do 
a lot of fuckin' and suckin'. " 

"You are a genius, my man, a genius!" piped Larry. "Now all we need is a 
place to go, like your house if your folks ain't gonna be there." 

"I didn't hear 'em mention nothing about going out," Big Bob said. "Maybe 
I'll give 'em a call after practice. If they're staying home, maybe we could 
go to one of the other guys' houses." 

"I'll look into that," said Larry, and slapped Bob on the shoulder. 

Back in the huddle, Larry asked if anybody had a free house for a party 
after practice. He got no positive response. A couple of the guys said that 
they might have a place but weren't sure yet. They, like Bob, would have to 
call home after practice was over. 

The next few plays that Larry ran were all on the ground. He called them so 
that there would be plenty of pileups, giving him time to ask if a house was 
free. He kept coming up with the same answers. 

Practice was drawing to a close and Bob came over to the offensive huddle. 

"Hey, I just remembered. My folks are going to see a play tonight," he said. 

The guys jumped on him, slapping his back, his padded cheeks, his padded 
shoulders. 

"Man, you're a lifesaver," Larry cried. "My man!" 

Bob sort of guffawed under the shower of attention he received, and shuffled 
off to the defensive side of the line. 

The remainder of the practice was done half-heartedly. They ran only because 
the coach was watching, and, at that, they only trotted. They were more than 
happy to hear the whistle. 

"All right!" the coach shouted. "To the showers!" 

Larry and Bob held back while the others charged into the locker room. They 
caught Sue and the other girls and told them to come over to Bob's house as 
soon as they could get away from home. 

Sue ran her hands between Bob's legs but she bumped into the protective cup 
he wore. 

"Sorry about that, Sue," he laughed. "You'll have to wait for later." 

He trotted off down the path with Larry. As they ran, they slapped each 
other's hands. Another party was on and they had to go get some beer, Larry 
told his friend. Big Bob warned Larry about drinking too much beer, but 
Larry just shrugged it off. 

There was a lot of horsing around going on in the locker room when Larry and 
Bob entered. Some of the guys who were in the huddle wanted to come to the 
party and Skeeter and Lonnie were busy trying to explain to them that they 
just couldn't. Some grew irate while others swore some kind of vengeance. 
Moose collared one of the guys who promised to fix them if he wasn't invited 
and raised him up against the locker. 

"I was just kidding," the kid choked. "Honest!" 

Moose dropped him an; the kid slunk away, holding his throat. Moose scowled 
at all the other dissenters and asked if anybody else had anything to say. 

The crowd began to diminish and Moose stood to his full height, watching as 
they went either into the shower or to their lockers. 

"Just gotta know how to talk to them right," he said. 

The showers were hurried, more out of excitement than any lack of time. They 
still had to wait for Bob's folks to leave the house and they had to go rip 
off the beer man. Larry took Speedy and Skeeter with him as he left the 
locker room. If the man saw them climbing over the fence, they'd have to run 
like hell to get away. 

Beside the beer house, the boys found the usual loose board and pushed it 
aside, grabbing a case of the first beer they could reach. The case wouldn't 
fit through the loose board so they passed it over the fence and sneaked out 
to the street. They made another clean getaway. 

The beer was in the hedges outside Larry's house. They could pick it up 
later. The boys parted and went home. They would meet again at seven to take 
the beer to Bob's. 

Bob, when he got home, fiddled with his food, asking his parents what time 
they'd be home, what they were going to see, etc. He wasn't really 
interested in the play they were going to attend, just the time they would 
arrive at home that evening. 

His questions made them think that he was interested and they offered to 
take him along. 

"No, no," he begged off, "I got homework and stuff to do. Maybe I'll go the 
next time." 

His father was about to press the issue, but his mother looked at the time 
and told him it was time to go. The old man dropped his conversation with 
Bob and went to get his coat. 

"You're sure you don't want to go?" he called back. "I could help you with 
the homework when we get back." 

"No thanks, Dad," Bob responded. "I'll probably be sleeping when you get 
home." 

"Okay. Take care, and we'll see you later," his father said, closing the 
door. 

Bob ran through the house to make sure that his parents were gone and then 
he gave a little yippee. He went down to the playroom and opened the rear 
door so that the guys could bring in the beer and not be noticed by the 
neighbors. Then he turned on the music and sat back. 

Slowly the crowd began to filter in. By seven-thirty they were all there. As 
usual there was no waste of time. Somebody grabbed somebody and the scene 
was on. 

Sue decided to do a strip tease dance and the gang crowded around to watch. 
Her movements were not only over exaggerated, they were abhorrent, but to 
the crowd of insatiably sex-hungry teens, she was all fluid motion. They 
whistled and applauded her every bump, her every grind. 

The boys all gathered closer. As she continued her dance, they began to 
reach out and pull at her asscheeks and her tits. 

Each time they grabbed her, Sue giggled. A loud, shrill giggle that made the 
boys more anxious to touch her again. The other girls sat back, absolute 
envy dripping from their luster-filled eyes. Laura yearned to have the nerve 
to be up and doing the movements her friend now performed, but she couldn't. 
She just couldn't. She wanted to, but she just couldn't. 

The desire to change places with Sue made Laura turn a bright red from head 
to foot. The tiny buds atop her flowering mammary glands stood out, hot and 
flushed. Her hand involuntarily slithered between her legs and she began to 
finger herself. It wasn't long before an obliging member of the football 
team was ready to fill whichever end she offered up, and she rolled over on 
her stomach. 

Sue danced off the floor to the tiny bedroom just off the playroom. It had 
become her second home, almost. She had spent so many hours on that bed that 
she knew where all the bumps were, where each little button on the mattress 
protruded. She settled down on her back as the parade of pricks began. 

Each of the guys was finding a hole to fill now and they started to make a 
huddle of plugged rectums in the middle of the floor. Speedy, by far the 
meanest guy in the bunch, fitted his thick round prick into Donna's rear end 
with the aid of half a can of beer. He pushed her around the room as if she 
were a pulling guard and he was running the ball around left end. 

Every few feet, he would stop her short and ram his penis in and out a few 
strokes and then resume his pushing. With her head tucked almost to her 
knees, Donna pleaded with Speedy to be careful, to take it easy. But Speedy 
would turn the beer can up to his head, slap her on one of her bulbous, 
glowing hind cheeks, and drive her another few feet. 

The Moose had pinioned Sharon against the bar and was plowing his way up her 
shit trail. Sharon was taking his full length, her face twisted in painful 
knots. She pushed back at him with all her might, despite the pain and was 
even able to wriggle her bottom a bit as she moved back and forth. 

Moose caught a handful of her rosebud tits and squeezed. 

"Play with my pussy," she begged the Moose. "Play with my pussy!" 

The Moose dropped one of his big meaty hands down to Sharon's barely hairy 
box and began to fondle the little clitoris. Her tongue hung out as she felt 
he hot hand cover her love mound. 

Laura grabbed Lonnie's penis and clamped her wet mouth around it. When she 
was sure it wouldn't hurt her, she went down all the way and sucked as hard 
as she could. 

Larry came out of the bedroom, his prick dripping and shrunken. His eyes 
were glassy and he wore a plastered-on grin. As he cleared the doorway, Big 
Bob went in. 

Sue was prepared for the big guys this time. When Big Bob entered the 
doorway, she threw him a jar of petroleum jelly. The big linebacker laughed 
as he caught the little jar. 

"Go on and laugh," Sue told him, "but I want to enjoy this, not get myself 
ripped up." 

"Aw, Sue, baby," Bob grinned, "I never meant to hurt your-precious little 
pussy." 

"It doesn't matter if you did or not," she told him, "the fact is you did, 
you big ox." 

Bob spread his big hulk over the well-used cunt and went to work, greased up 
for sliding. 

In the party room, the guys were trying to dance while they piloted the 
girls around the room, impaled on their pricks. Lonnie looked like Goliath 
as he pushed the tiny Laura around. He was bent at the knees and was 
shuffling around trying to keep his prick in her rectum. She ran into Sharon 
and the two drivers fell out of their ports. With a little scramble, they 
were back in and pushing again. 

Speedy slapped Donna on the ass and rammed himself into her, hard. Shy 
almost fell as the broad hunk of flesh crammed itself into her rear. 

"Damn you, Speedy," she screamed, "take it easy! This isn't a football you 
got here!" 

"Shut up before I really hit!" he told her, and drew back his hand. 

The stout little Donna tightened the muscles in her ass and twisted, bending 
Speedy's penis almost in two. He pulled himself out of the tight pocket and 
hollered at the top of his lungs. He swung a furious hand at Donna's head 
but she was just out of range. He was about to chase her across the room 
when Bob grabbed him. 

"Take it easy," Bob warned the irate halfback. "You want the neighbors to 
come over here?" 

Speedy was mad, but he calmed himself. He shot angry glances toward Donna 
and she hid herself behind the bar. 

"Come on now, Speedy," she said. "You were trying to split me open. How do 
you like it when somebody does it to you?" she defended herself. 

Speedy lifted his beer can, but lowered it again when Bob shot him an angry 
glance. He looked around for someone else who was free, but everyone else 
was taken. He drained the can and threw it noisily into the waste basket. 

Easing out from behind the bar, Donna came toward him. She extended her hand 
to him. First he stared, and then softened his glare. He took the hand 
gently and yanked her down. 

"Aw, you see," she protested, "I was trying to make up and you're going to 
get rough all over again." 

Reconsidering, Speedy let up and motioned for her to sit down. He had 
another beer and busied himself with opening it. He offered the can to her 
and she refused. He gave her a stern look and she took a small slug. It was 
tepid and she frowned. 

Speedy laughed. "Can't take it, huh?" 

"That stuff is nasty," she replied. "How can you drink that warm beer?" 

"Puts hair on your chest," he told her. 

Lonnie got tired of bending and he picked Laura up off the floor. She 
playfully kicked her feet as he swung her back and forth in his arms. He 
held her aloft with an arm under her tits. With the other hand, he explored 
her pubic region. Laura planted the heels of her feet on his knees and took 
his fingers into her muff. They stopped everyone cold. 

The guys all pushed the warm rears to the center of the floor where Lonnie 
performed with Laura. 

They all applauded Lonnie's prowess and some even set out to imitate him 
when a scream issued forth from the bedroom. 

"Oh no," someone said. "Bob must have torn her in two." 

The scream stopped all the action and the crowd filled the doorway. What 
they saw was hardly worth breaking up the party for. 

Bob and Sue were playfully engaged in cleaning up a spill they had made when 
they came. They were busy pulling the linen off the bed and searching for 
new things to replace them, and looked up surprised at the gang in the 
doorway. 

"What's the matter?" Sue asked. 

"What was that scream all about?" someone asked. 

"Oh, that," she said, blushing. "I just had the most fantastic orgasm. It 
was so great I had to scream." 

Her statement caused some of the other girls to murmur in busy tones about 
getting to know what it was like. It also made the guys run in and ask Bob 
what the hell he had done. 

Tucking his thumbs under his armpits, Bob drew in his breath, stuck out his 
chest, and said, "Just what comes naturally." 

The guys all let out simultaneous groans. 

',You big dodo," Larry screeched. 

"Smart aleck," said Lonnie. 

"What comes natural, my ass," said Speedy. 

They all turned away and went back into the room. They had to work 
themselves back up to the proper spirit all over again, and they sat around 
cursing Bob for having taken their attention away from their fun and games. 
No one even bothered to go in to take his turn with Sue. 

Big Bob came out and said, next. He drew a few looks but nobody was 
interested. He shrugged his shoulders and took up a beer. After several 
minutes, Sue came to the door. 

She stood there with her sheepish grin and asked who was coming in next. 

Nobody moved. The guys all raised then-cans to their heads and drank. The 
girls certainly weren't going to go in to her. 

"Had enough already?" Sue asked, not believing that she didn't have a 
lineup. "Oh, great," she said, "that means I can come out and dance." 

The girls were still busy discussing what it must have been like for Sue to 
have screamed so loudly. They formed a circle around her, exhorting her to 
tell them what it was like. Sue took advantage of the situation and decided 
to explain the fact of life to the girls. 

The guys sat and listened, making faces as Sue went into her long, verbal 
discourse. Those who knew, knew that she was feeding the girls a line of 
crap, but the others were just turned off to her, period. 

Larry finished his beer and started to put on his clothes. 

"I'll see you guys later," he said, and started out the back door. 

Skeeter called to him and told him to wait a minute. Skeeter hastily got 
into his clothes and picked up a ball that lay on the floor near a chair. 

"Gonna borrow the football," he told Bob as he skipped up the stairs. 

Skeeter and Larry want off into the night, tossing the football back and 
forth. 

"Why'd you leave?" Skeeter asked his pal. 

"Just got tired, I guess," Larry answered. 

"Me too," Skeeter frowned. "What do you think of that Sue?" he asked after a 
moment of silent thought. 

"She's just a good pig," said Larry in a philosophical tone. "Good for a 
quick fuck." 

"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing," said Skeeter. 

"Hey, run out and I'll throw you one,' said Larry, pumping his arm. 

Slowly, the other guys began to get dressed. Sue had taken the girls' 
attention away with her wild tales of how it felt to be gang-banged, so 
there wasn't any point to sitting around. Once they had dressed, they 
started to move out the door. As he passed Sue, Speedy stuck his hand in her 
face and shoved her to the floor, as if he were straight-arming a would-be 
tackier. 

"What the hell's the matter with you?" Sue screamed as her plump, round 
bottom slapped on the tiles. 

"You just ruined the whole party with your lies," he said. "You shoulda 
stayed in the bed." 

Two of the girls helped her up, but Sue had gotten her pride injured. Who 
else, if not she, knew what fucking was all about? The nerve of Speedy to 
call her a liar in front of her friends. 

"I'm never gonna give you any more," she yelled after Speedy. 

"Big fuckin' deal!" he said, and disappeared into the night. 

With all the guys gone, Big Bob was left with the girls. He stopped them 
from dressing and assigned each a clean-up chore. He wasn't going to clean 
up the mess all by himself, he told them. If they ever wanted to come to a 
party at his house, they'd better get to work. 

The girls swept and mopped and even waxed before Bob would let them out of 
the house. 

All done, he let them go. He told Sue to stay, though, because it was only 
ten and he had another hour to kill before his parents would be home. 

Sue's spirits were lifted. She wasn't dumped by everyone. Bob still had the 
hots for her, she thought. She gave the other girls a sly wink as they left. 
Big Bob pointed to the bedroom and Sue happily obliged him. 

Bob closed the back door, checked around for any extra beer cans. Satisfied 
that the clean-up was okay, he went on to the bedroom grinning. 

"Think I'll need the grease this time?" he asked 

"I can take you any time," Sue boasted. "Come and get it!" 

Bob lumbered across the room. With her arms wrapped under her hips, Sue 
spread her pussy wide. Bob stopped to look at the thick, pink, wrinkled 
cuntlips before he got down to them. 

As he shoved his big, thick prick into her oily box, Sue asked Bob, "Do you 
like me?" 

"Sure T like you," he said. "I asked you to stay, didn't I?" 

"Yeah, but I mean, do you really like me?" she asked again. 

"Don't ask me those crazy questions," he said. "I already told you one 
time." 

Sue began to work her hips under the heavy linebacker. Big Bob stroked long 
and deep, making Sue groan loudly each time he rammed into her. He placed 
his hands under her and hoisted her up from the bed. His hairy, droopy balls 
slapped against Sue's ass. She reached around him and tried to put her 
finger in his rectum. Bob dropped her and said, "Hey, cut that out! What are 
you doing?" 

"I was only trying to make you feel good," she told him. 

"Well, I'm feeling plenty good just the way I am," he replied, "don't do no 
silly stuff like that." 

Sue fell silent. As she humped the heavy load, she batted her eyelashes in 
mock imitation of someone she might have seen in the movies. She giggled to 
herself. 

"What are you giggling at?" Bob inquired. 

"Nothing," she told him. "I'm just thinking about something." 

Bob continued to hump, rocking his heavy bulk down into Sue's sloshy cunt.' 
She was getting wetter and wetter by the minute. 

"Did you come?" Bob asked her. 

"I don't know," she answered. "I don't think so." 

"What do you mean?" he asked. "How can you not know if you came or not?" 

"I was thinking," she said. "I told you I was thinking." 

Bob pulled himself up, tired of jabbing into her wetness. 

"Turn over," he said. "Why?" she asked. 

" 'Cause I don't feel like swimmin', " he told her. 

Sucking her teeth, Sue rolled over onto her belly. Bob was well-primed and 
had no difficulty fitting himself to Sue's rump. He plunged into her rectum 
and began to pump like a madman. 

"Soon as I come," he said, "you have to leave." 

Bouncing her ass up around the big, thick muscle, her face sinking into the 
bedcover, Sue squeezed herself. 

"How come?" she asked. 

"I don't want you here when my folks get home," he told her. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Dashing into the shower, Bob yelled for Sue to get dressed. He opened the 
door as soon as he had gotten the brown stains off his penis and let her 
out. Sue stood in the doorway and asked Bob to kiss her good night. 

"What?" he asked, frowning up his face. 

"Aren't you going to kiss me goodnight?" she asked again. 

"What for?" he asked. 

"You said you liked me," she replied. 

'That don't mean I have to kiss you too," he told her, "now get out of here 
before my folks get in." 

Sue huffed off into the darkness, tripping over things as she found her way 
out of the backyard. 

Bob locked the door, scooped up his clothes and ran up the stairs. He heard 
the door open just as he leaped into bed. His parents came up the stairs. He 
heard his father come toward his room door and he ducked his head under the 
cover, pretending to be asleep. 

After school, the guys met and headed for the football field. They passed 
the girls on the cheerleader practice squad and waved. Larry gave Bob a poke 
in the ribs. 

"Hear you had a private session with Sue after everybody left last night," 
he said, "How was it?" 

"Good and sloppy," said Bob. "I don't know what's the matter with her. She 
really use to be good." 

"Get to be. a little second hand, huh?" said the Moose. 

"Secondhand?" said Speedy. "Man, that shit is so used, the junk man wouldn't 
pick it up." 

"Aw cut it out you guys," said Bob. "She can't help it if she likes to fuck. 
We all got our share so why you want to knock her?" 

"Oh, oh, fellas, I think we got ourselves a man in love here," teased Larry. 

"Cut the shit," said Bob. "I mean, who was it who got her cherry, huh? Tell 
me that," said Bob. 

"Let's not get personal now," said Larry. "After all, one cherry don't mean 
a bushel. Does it?" He gestured for an opinion from the crowd. They all were 
unanimous in exonerating him from any guilt. 

"There," said Larry. "It ain't my fault if she is as wide as the Grand 
Canyon. It must have been you big fuckers, poking her with them fat rods of 
yours." 

The teasing continued until Coach Hadley blew his whistle. Everyone fell 
silent while the old man went into his pep talk. With a rousing "Rah", the 
boys went into their drills. 

The guys who missed out on the party were busy trying to get the inside 
information on what it was like, if the girls actually took on everybody, if 
any of the guys were scared they might get the girls pregnant. 

Larry and his gang laughed at each question, pushing the uninvited away, 
teasing them about not being able to piss straight. Some of the rebuked 
stood off to one side and plotted. 

Coach Hadley tooted his whistle and called the boys together. 

"Okay. We got a big game coming up on Saturday," he began. "You gujs really 
looked sloppy yesterday and I think you'll be spending a lot of time 
drilling if you don't get those plays right today. Defense, I want you to 
take these practices serious. Stop the plays if you can, but don't hurt each 
other doing it. Alright, you know which plays we'll be paying the most 
attention to. Our scout says that the Washington team is pretty strong but 
they can be beat with good passing and speed. Now. Let's see you do 
something out there." 

Another "Rah" and the boys were out on the field. 

In the huddle, Speedy asked if Sue was going to be at the party after 
Saturday's game. 

"What are you asking about her for?" Larry wanted to know. 

"I just wanted to know if I was coming or not?" he laughed. 

Larry took the team to the line. He looked over the defense and bent behind 
center. 

"Hut one, hut two," he barked, and the ball was snapped into his hands. 

Larry back peddled, looked for Skeeter and hurled a bullet out to him. 
Skeeter caught the ball and turned. He ran right into Big Bob. Bob wrestled 
him to the ground. 

"Hey, man," said Skeeter, "I thought you were my friend. 

"I am," said Bob, with a puzzled look on his face. "What's the matter?" 

"If you're my friend, you're suppose to let me run with the ball," Skeeter 
laughed. 

Bob waved his hand in the air. "Just for that, you can get up by yourself." 

"Hey, coach, you see that?" Skeeter screamed. "That big ox knocked me down 
and wouldn't even give me a hand." 

"Knock it off and play ball," the coach called. 

Out of the huddle, Larry brought the team to a three point stance again. 

On the count of one, Larry got the ball, tucked in in his middle and ran off 
the right side of the center, cutting back to the left to avoid a tackle and 
bucking straight ahead. 

A pair of arms reached around his waist, another grabbed his shoulders and 
still a third pair grappled at his legs. Larry went down. He released the 
ball, thinking the play dead and suddenly, a body crashed down on him from 
out of the blue. 

Coach Hadley came running out to the pile-up. The extra body was that of one 
of the boys who hadn't been invited to the party. He was just taking a 
little late hit. 

"What the hell's the matter with you?" the coach screamed. "The play's dead 
once the man hits the ground." 

"I'm sorry coach but I was already in the air," the kid alibied. 

Larry took a good long look at the kid and walked back to the huddle. When 
he bent down, he had only to look at his buddies and they knew what was on 
his mind. They went back to the line. 

Larry called the play right straight to the kid who had jumped on him. 
Somehow, Lonnie, the tight end, Speedy, the fullback, and Skeeter, the 
halfback, all managed to be in the same area, and all three somehow managed 
to run into and over the kid. 

Coach Hadley came running out on the field, tooting his whistle. "What kind 
of a play was that?" he was yelling. You could get somebody hurt." 

"Sorry coach," said Larry, "we got our signals crossed." 

"Well, dammit, uncross 'em," coach Hadley barked as he retreated to the 
sideline. "And watch that rough stuff." 

Back in the huddle, the guys all smiled. 

"I think the play went well, myself," grinned Larry. 

"Funny," said Lonnie, "I was thinking the same thing myself." 

"Okay," said Larry, let's get down to some serious ball playing. Forty-one 
on two." 

With a clap of hands, they went back to the line. 

"Hut one, hut two," barked the quarterback. With the ball in hand, he faked 
to Speedy, spun and handed off to Skeeter. Skeeter sidestepped Big Bob, who 
was rushing in, and broke for the outside. He got a good gallop going and 
picked up fourteen yards. 

"That's the way," the coach yelled. "Stop them plays defense." 

"Did you ever get the idea that coach doesn't know what side he's on?" asked 
Speedy when he came into the huddle. 

Larry called two quick plays, a down and out and a down and in. First, they 
ran the down and out. Larry just barely overthrew Lonnie. Next, he tried the 
down and in to the other side. With a little leap, Lonnie was able to tuck 
the ball in and gallop all the way to the goal line. 

Coach Hadley came running out on the field. "What's the matter with you 
defense? You let a stinking little down and in fake you out like that?" he 
shouted. 

He turned to Larry and the offensive team and, in a soft, congratulatory 
tone, said "Nice play, you knuckleheads." 

Skipping the kick-off routine, the team went back into their plays. Larry 
decided to call a drawer from scrimmage. The defense wouldn't be set for a 
drawer, he decided. 

Taking his time, Larry counted off. Skeeter crashed through the tiny opening 
that was made in the line. The entire defense was caught open and Skeeter 
flew down field. The only person left to stop him was his old buddy Bob, who 
had faded back as Larry counted and was waiting down field with one of the 
deep backs covering the area. Running at top speed, Bob and the deep back 
converged on Skeeter. Skeeter faked but Bob stayed with him. Skeeter faked 
again, his eyes locked on Bob. The other back came at a full run and brought 
Skeeter down. Skeeter got up cursing. 

"Dammit Bob, every time I get in the clear, you pop up," shouted Skeeter, 
tossing the ball to him. 

"Ain't that something?" laughed Bob as he tossed the ball back. 

Skeeter tried to convince Bob that he was suppose to let him go when he was 
making an open field run like that, but Bob wasn't buying. They tossed it 
back and forth until the rest of the squad came up field. 

As the guys gathered around, they slapped Skeeter's hand or patted his 
behind. "Nice running, baby." 

"Way to go, Skeeter." 

Larry put on his most serious look and walked over to Bob. 

"Bob," he said, "don't you know it ain't nice to stop a friend from making a 
touchdown?" 

Bob grinned and shrugged his shoulders, "I didn't tackle him." 

"Yeah but you slowed him down so that Jonesy could .make the tackle," said 
Larry, "and that's as bad as tackling him." 

"Well, I won't do it the next time," Bob laughed. 

"Now you just make sure," said Larry, "and if it looks like one of your guys 
is getting too close, I want to trip him up or block him or something. 
"Right?" 

"Yeah, right" smirked Bob. 

Larry laughed and went back to his huddle. "Now don't you forget," he called 
back to Big Bob. 

"Swing pass," Larry told the guys in the huddle. "We got to Wheeler on a 
fake to the other side." 

The hands clapped and the boys ran out to the line.. 

Larry surveyed the defense and decided to call and automatic. Moose and Bob 
had shifted to the side he had intended to run the play, so he called a play 
that would go the other way. 

"Hut hut, hut hut, hut," said Larry moving quickly away with the ball. He 
ran right and threw the ball left, still running. Lonnie picked it out of 
the air and rolled off a tackle. He picked up another five yards before he 
was stopped. Another first down, though, with a goal to go. 

"Not bad, huh coach," Larry yelled. 

"Just keep playing," Coach Hadley yelled back, "I'll let you know when 
you're doing good." 

"Just can't satisfy some people," said Larry. "Let's run a few on the 
ground. Seventeen on a count of one." 

As they went to the line, the guys could see the girls making their way 
along he far sideline. There were a few "oh, man's" and a few "oh, yeah's" 
but Larry told his crew to keep their minds on the game. 

"You can have anyone of 'em," he said, "but let's get the game over first." 

He bend behind the center and took the hand off. He tucked the ball neatly 
into Speedy's middle and ran back a few steps to watch Speedy buck into the 
line, watching to see which way the defenders moved on the action. 

He called the next play back to Speedy but to the other side. When Speedy 
took the ball, he found a nice hole carved in the defense, but it closed 
just as he got to it. Larry called them back and decided it was time for 
Skeeter to take a crack at it. 

"Who me? Run into those big hambones?" he quipped. You want me to hurt my 
delicate body or something?" 

"Sure as hell do!" Larry exclaimed. 

"Well, give me the ball then," laughed Skeeter," and watch me go." 

The hand off was fast and neat. Skeeter saw a tiny opening and cut sharply 
through it. He managed to cross the goal line without getting touched. 

"How the hell did you get through there?" Lonnie asked him. 

"When you're scared, you get through anywhere," Skeeter laughed, "I was 
scared as hell that Moose and Bob were going to catch me. 

"Oh, so that's your secret," said Larry. 

"That's it. Did you ever run into Moose on a moonless night?" he joked. 

"That must be enough to scare Count Dracula," quipped Speedy, "and he's the 
baddest cat I know." 

Coach Hadley came out to give the boys another little talk. He launched an 
attack on the defense for letting Skeeter get through. He made them run the 
play over again. Skeeter caught the coach by the jersey and pulled him to a 
halt. 

"Wait a minute coach. Did you say you wanted us to run that exact same play 
again?" 

Skeeter asked. 

"Yep. That's what I said," the coach replied. 

'That's what I thought you said. I quit," Skeeter protested. 

"What the hell's the problem," said the coach. 

"It was bad enough trying to get through there when they didn't know I was 
coming," said Skeeter, "now you want me to do it when they're waitin' for 
me?" 

The coach yanked his cap off and smacked Skeeter on the shoulder pads. 
Smiling, he started off the field, tooting his whistle. From the sideline, 
he yelled, "Okay, let's see that play again." 

Larry tucked the ball into Skeeter's middle again and Skeeter headed into 
the line. Moose, Big Bob and half the defensive squad greeted him this time. 
When the guys started to unpile, Skeeter let out a loud groan and rolled 
around on the ground. 

Larry called out to the coach, "Hey, I think Skeeter is hurt." 

Coach Hadley snatched off his cap and puffed out to the field. He bent over 
Skeeter, still rolling around in agony, and asked him where he hurt. 

Skeeter looked up. 

"Is that you coach," he groaned. 

"Yeah, kid, take it easy. Where you hurting?" the coach asked. 

"I think they got my ribs, coach," Skeeter groaned. "And it feels like my 
shoulder's gone out." 

"Take it easy and I'll send for the trainer," the coach consoled. "Sorry I 
called that damned play over." 

"That's alright coach," Skeeter whispered, "I just want to make sure that my 
mom get's the insurance money. I want to tell the guys that I'll miss seeing 
'em win city champs this year." 

Coach Hadley told one of the kids to go get the trainer. "And hurry up," he 
yelled, "this kid is really hurt bad." 

Skeeter raised an arm in the air. "Where are you coach, I can't see you," he 
moaned. 

Coach Hadley turned pale as a ghost. "Where's that guy I sent for the 
trainer, tell him to hurry up." 

He turned back to Skeeter. "Don't worry son. It'll all be alright. Just take 
it easy. Move back," he yelled, "give the kid some air." 

Unable to continue his performance, Skeeter leaped up from the ground. 
"Where's that guy who went for the trainer. I could die waiting for him to 
get back here. We might as well play football 'til they show up." 

The coach and almost the entire team came toward Skeeter with blood in their 
eyes. 

"Now wait a minute fellas, I was only kidding," he said backing up. 

Skeeter broke into the fastest sprint anyone could remember. He ran right 
toward the girls, with the team and the coach in hot pursuit. He dodged 
behind the girls, swinging onto Donna's shoulders. As the others converged 
on him, Skeeter said to Donna, "How'd you like to sit on my stoop tonight 
and let me play with your sweet round ass." 

Donna attempted to twist out of his grip, but Skeeter sprinted away. When he 
had gotten a sufficient lead, he doubled back to where the girls stood. 

"How about it Donna, a little bit tonight?" he puffed. 

"Oh, I'll see you later," she answered and shrugged her shoulders. 

Skeeter ran down to the other end of the field and sat. When the others 
surrounded him, he threw up his hands. 

"I give up fellas," he said, huffing and puffing. "Might as well get me. 
It'll give the trainer something to do when he gets here." 

The most anyone could do was to give him a little push. Everyone sat down. 
There was a long silence. Skeeter looked around. Suddenly the air was filled 
with mounting tension as the coach rumbled up, his whistle cord dangling 
behind his back. 

"Don't you know you just upset the entire team with your antics. You could 
have caused me to have a heart attack," the coach said. 

Hadley sat down alongside Skeeter, his chest heaving. The kid who had gone 
for the trainer came running back. 

"Girl in the office said the trainer is gone for the day," he puffed. 

The team fell over with laughter. 

Coach Hadley told the boys to go get their showers. He had had enough and it 
would be too much to try to get any more serious play out of them. The guys 
took off with loud hoots fracturing the stillness of the afternoon. They ran 
along the sideline where the girls stood, deliberately, and each one got in 
a goose as he passed the little darling cheerleaders. 

Skeeter was given a roughing in the shower by his friends, but they took it 
easy because he had shortened practice by half an hour. 

"Hey, if you guys really appreciate me cutting the time on practice," 
Skeeter announced, "why don't you go out there and bring in a few girls?" 

"Cause they all went home," someone answered from the door. 

"Lucky for me I got one set up for tonight," said Skeeter. 

"What you got planned?" asked Larry. 

"A little stoop sittin', " the half back replied. 

Skeeter, Speedy and Larry went home together. They talked football and 
fucking all the way. "I think I'll ask my brother to get me some rubbers," 
Speedy said. 

"Ah, them things ain't no good," said Larry, "I know this guy in my building 
who got caught three times by using them damned rubbers. They always break 
on you when it starts to get good." 

"Besides," added Skeeter, "who you gonna use 'em on. Can't screw none of the 
girls except Sue, and you don't need nothing to do her." 

"Once in a while you can get 'em to break down," said Speedy. 

"Once in a while, if you jump off just when you start to come," frowned 
Skeeter. 

"Well that's what the rubbers are for, so you don't have to jump off," 
intoned Speedy. 

"I'm not taking any chances," said Larry. "I'm gonna get me a scholarship 
and ain't none of these stinky chicks gonna make me mess up." 

"Yeah," agreed Skeeter. "That would be just the thing." 

At the corner, the boys parted and went off towards their homes. Skeeter 
picked up a beer can and tucked it under his arm. He did a few fakes and 
sidesteps, then threw the can over his shoulder into the nearby Utter 
basket. 

After dinner, Skeeter skipped down the stairs and out into the street. He 
walked to the corner, bought a soda and came back. He sat on the stoop 
sipping the soda and waited for Donna to show up. 

The street lamps came on. The high stoops on either side of his house made 
Skeeter's stoop fade into a mass of shadows. He tugged up the zipper of his 
jacket. Donna came down the block, walking slowly, tracing lines along the 
cars. She walked a little faster when Skeeter stood up. 

Donna sat on the stairs beside Skeeter. Neither said anything. Skeeter got 
up and took the bottle to the garbage can. He dragged his feet as he walked 
back up the stairs. Donna crossed and uncrossed her legs. 

Without a word, Skeeter thrust his hand under her skirt and grabbed at her 
tightly shut crotch. 

"Stop it, Skeeter," Donna protested. "All these people out here in the 
street." 

Skeeter looked around. 

"I don't see anybody," he said, "besides, my stoop is the darkest one on the 
block." 

"Well," she said, "I don't want you fooling around with me out here where 
somebody could see." 

"Want me to go see if the super left the door to the cellar open?" he asked. 

"If you want to," she replied. 

Skeeter raced into the hallway and to the cellar door. 

He tried the lock and it was open. He raced back to the door and called 
Donna in. He got up, looked around and ran into the building. 

Skeeter led her down the dark stairway and into a little storage room. He 
waved his hand around in the darkness over his head until he found the light 
switch. A dim yellow light came on revealing a small cot and a chair. 

'The super sometimes sleeps down here," Skeeter said to Donna. 

There was also a small radio plugged into a bare outlet. 

"Well," said Skeeter. 

"Well," said Donna. 

Skeeter lifted his companions skirt around her waist. She wiggled her hips 
as she removed her fragile pink under pants. Skeeter sat on the cot holding 
the skirt up around Donna's waist. His eye's locked on her dark, bushy V 
patch. She stood still and let him examine her crotch. 

Skeeter ran his fingers through her public hair and into the tight opening 
the hair hid. His eager fingers slid within the crevice and Donna stiffened. 

"Don't do that, Skeeter," she begged. "You know I can't take that." 

Skeeter opened the zipper on his jacket and the zipper on his pants. Donna 
put her hand inside the fly and felt for his penis. Skeeter moved his leg 
around so that she could get a grip on his meat and he let her pull it out. 

Skeeter's proud, young penis stood straight and tall. Donna rubbed her hands 
over the full length. She cupped her palms around the head and rolled the 
hard, hot, flesh back and forth. Skeeter leaned back and let her do as she 
saw fit. 

Donna got on the bed beside Skeeter and took the big penis into her lips. 
She ran her tongue over it for a while and dipped it deep into her mouth. 
She retracted and turned around. 

"Go ahead and put it in," she urged him. 

"You sure you ready?" he asked. 

"I made your penis slick for you, didn't I?" she quipped. 

Skeeter got on his knees behind Donna and parted her cheeks. She rested her 
head on the cot and reached back. She held her hind-quarters while Skeeter 
pushed himself into the passageway. 

The muscles tightened in Donna's ass as Skeeter surged forward. He cupped 
her breast through her sweater and held on tight. His narrow waist snapped 
as he pushed further and further up the tight passage. Donna groaned as he 
made his way in, flexing her hips and shaking her tail with each shove. 

Once he had fitted himself in, to the balls, Skeeter rocked back and forth. 
His strokes went deep and he pulled back until just the tip hung inside. 
He'd shove again and pull it almost out. 

Donna slid her body back and forth, back and forth as the big dick crammed 
itself into her asshole. Her young, supple body undulated with her return 
movements. She put pressure on Skeeter's penis with the muscles in her 
rectum as he slid it backward and released the tension as he slid it in. 

Skeeter pulled back and rolled the tip around at the entry to her rump. Then 
he rammed himself down the tunnel as hard as he could. Donna sank into the 
mattress and recoiled, emitting a stifled scream. 

The scream made Skeeter slacken his motion and the pressure he was applying. 
He moved in and out with a slow, measured rhythm, timing each stroke, each 
poke matching the former with deft precision. 

"Oh, it feels so good, Skeeter," Donna moaned. "I hope you never stop." 

"I wish you'd get some birth control pills so I could get in your other 
hole," Skeeter said breathlessly. 

"Push a little harder, Skeeter," she moaned. 

"I don't want you to let out any more fucking screams," he told her. 

"I won't scream," she said, "I promise." 

Skeeter pushed harder and deeper. Donna bucked her round ass back faster to 
meet his plunges. Skeeter released her tits and grabbed her by her waist. 
His strokes were sinking so far into her tunnel that he thought he could 
feel her intestines start to unwind. 

"Oh, gosh, Skeeter, I can feel you in my belly," Donna cooed. "Faster, 
faster, faster." 

And Skeeter plunged in and out faster and faster and faster. 

"Grab my pussy," she pleaded, "grab my pussy." 

Skeeter dropped a hand to her crotch and fumbled around until he found the 
slit. He inserted a finger and began to plug her gaps from both ends. 

"Oh, does that feel good," she cried. "I can feel your finger touch your 
dick way up inside me. 

"I wish you were feeling it from the other way," he told her. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Skeeter drove Donna into the mattress until he felt his come boiling up in 
his loins. He held off and worked his fingers in and out of her tight pussy 
until she started to shake all over. Once he got her to the verge of a nut, 
he picked up his pace and rammed his full thick girth back down into her 
tunnel and exploded. He could feel her hot, sticky fluid oozing down around 
his fingers. 

Pulling his penis out of her ass, Skeeter straightened and shook the 
remaining little droplets off the tip of his prick. He looked around for 
something to wipe his private on but all he could find was the super's 
shirt. He thought for a moment and decided that it might be a good idea to 
use the shirt and watch the super's reaction when lie tried to find out who 
it was that had used it. 

Skeeter pulled the shirt down and cleaned his fingers and his penis. He 
neatly replaced the shirt, leaving no sign that it iiad been removed from 
its place except the two large round wet spots. 

Skeeter waited until Donna had arranged her clothing and led her back up the 
stairs. They walked out into the chilly autumn air and headed up the block. 
Skeeter jammed his hands in his pockets and hunched his shoulders against 
the wind. As they approached the corner, he could see Lonnie, Larry and 
Speedy shooting the shit. 

With a pat on the ass, Skeeter said goodnight to Donna. When she crossed the 
street, the guys started to rib him. 

"Hey, Skeeter, did you get a little bit?" asked Larry. 

"Oh, my man got him some," said Lonnie. 

"Was it good?" asked Speedy. 

"You didn't invite the boys?" asked Larry with a frown. 

"Was she up your house?" asked Lonnie. 

Skeeter blushed and looked down at the ground. Speedy put his hand on 
Skeeter's chin and tweaked him, saying, "Oh the little Skeeter got a little 
piece from Donna. Look at the little boy blush." 

Skeeter slapped the hand away. 

"Cool it, man," he said. "A guy can't even get a little shot of ass in peace 
these days." 

"Oh, look at the baby blush," said Lonnie. 

"First Bob falls for the pig and now our best half back is falling over a 
little tight ass," said Larry shaking his head. "I can see the team is 
falling to pieces." He laughed. "Falling to pieces, oh wow." 

They clowned around on the corner until the wind drove them into the candy 
store. They ordered sodas and sat until they ran out of things to tease each 
other about. They decided to call it a night. 

When they met after school, Lonnie and Speedy filled Bob in on Skeeter's 
little scene with Donna. By the time they reached the football field, Bob 
had started the teasing all over again. 

"Just for that," said Skeeter, "I'm going to run one right over you." 

"I break you leg if you run my way," shot Bob as they jogged around the 
field. 

"You have to catch me first," said Skeeter. 

"You gotta first get out of the backfield," returned Bob. 

"Are you saying I can't even get out of the backfield?" asked Skeeter. 

"Yep, that's what I'm saying," said Bob. 

"Holy smoke," said Skeeter and he poked 

Larry. "Did you hear that? This big ox said he wouldn't even let me get out 
of the backfield. I can't believe he said that. Man, I'll run up one side of 
you and down the other." 

"Bet a six pack after the game," said Bob. 

"You got a bet blubber," said Skeeter. 

Bob gave Skeeter a slap on the back and Skeeter pretended his knees 
collapsed. "Bet's off, bet's off. You just broke my back." 

Speedy trotted up behind the clowning Skeeter and sank his fingers into his 
ribs. Skeeter started and turned around. "Hey quit that, you know you can't 
touch a star like that. You can't sneak up and tickle the fastest half back 
in the history of West End like that. You wanna get hurt or something?" 

"Who's gonna hurt me?" asked Speedy. 

Skeeter stuck his fingers between his teeth and whistled. 

"Hey fellas, get 'em," he shouted and looked around. 

No one seemed to have heard his whistles. Skeeter looked around, scratched 
his head. "Hmmm, I guess the troops are still out chasing the Indians," he 
said and took a jab at Speedy. 

Speedy tried to catch Skeeter's hand but Skeeter withdrew it and jogged out 
of reach. When he looked over his shoulder and saw Speedy closing in on him, 
he broke into a sprint. 

Coach Hadley blew his whistle. 

"You guys cut out the clowning," he yelled, "and finish those laps. This is 
the last practice of the week." 

Skeeter and Speedy slowed to a walk and waited for the rest of their friends 
to catch up. When they finished the lap, the coach called them into a group 
and gave his daily pep talk. 

After the warm-up drills were completed, the guys went out on the field for 
their last practice game of the week. Tomorrow would be a day to just take 
it easy so they were going to really pour on this afternoon. Larry could 
feel his fingertips itch as he wrapped them around the pigskin. If he could 
lead the guys to victory on Saturday, they would be almost a cinch to win 
the city championships. 

Big Bob and Moose called the defense together on one side of the field and 
Larry circled the offence on the other. Coach Hadley had little time to give 
any instructions, the guys knew pretty much in their heads what they were 
going to work on. 

Larry waited until the defense broke their huddle before he brought his 
group out. Exercising more calm than usual, he looked over the defense and 
leaned down slowly behind the center. 

"Signals on," he barked. "Hut one, hut two." 

The ball felt remarkably comfortable in his hands as he took it and backed 
away from the line. He ran with the pigskin poised behind his shoulder, his 
eyes darting from one side to the other. He saw Speedy sprinting out past 
the defensive secondary. He spotted Lonnie curling in toward the middle. He 
pumped his arm and let a bullet fly to Lonnie, hitting him squarely in the 
chest. Lonnie's hands curled around the ball. 

With the ball in his grip, Lonnie planted his feet, looked over his 
shoulder, and turned down the field. On the first play, Larry to Lonnie 
netted 25 yards. 

"Good hands," said Larry, and he moved down the field. 

"Hey, Big Bob," called Skeeter, "what happened to you, man? You see the way 
Lonnie took that ball. Oh, man, you guys can't play no defense," he teased. 

Bob walked slowly to the line. "That's only one play," he said. "You gotta 
get to the goal line to score. Why don't you try running one my way?" 

"Who's got the ball?" Skeeter shouted. "Gimme that ball and let me run over 
that gorilla." 

Coach Hadley blew his whistle again and told the guys to cut the funning. 
Skeeter winked at Bob and walked back to the huddle. 

"Okay, one on the ground," said Larry. "Seventeen on one." 

Seventeen was Skeeter's play. He would usually start into the line and 
crossbuck behind the guard on the left side. If he got a big enough hole, it 
was usually good for five or ten yards. 

They clapped their hands and went to the line. 

"Hut one," Larry barked and the ball was snapped sharply into his hands. He 
faked right and gave Skeeter a back hand pass. The guard blocked out the 
onrushing defender and Skeeter stepped lightly through the tiny gap. He cut 
back hard and found another opening through which he fit himself and ran 
into a little daylight. 

When they finally wrapped him up, he had made a good eight yards. He got up 
and put his arm around Big Bob. 

"How you like that stuff?" he teased. 

"You cheated," replied Bob, "you didn't come at me, you picked on one of 
them little guys." 

"Aw shucks," slapped Skeeter, "next one is right at you." 

The defense picked up on the next few tries and held the offense to no gain. 
Bob and Moose took their turn at teasing. 

"Hey Skeeter, wanna come on our side?" called Bob. 

"Yeah, Skeeter, instead of going backwards, come on over here and you'll be 
going in the right direction," Moose added. 

Skeeter shot the finger at them and went back to the huddle. 

"Hey, Larry, man. We gotta get us a score," Skeeter said. 

"Okay," Larry said, "let's try the down and out. If we miss, we'll come 
right back, no huddle and try it again." 

The crew moved to the line. Larry took his time. Bob was stunting behind the 
defensive alignment, threatening to dash in the minute the bail was snapped. 

When the ball came back, Larry sprinted away from the side on which Bob was 
charging. Lonnie went straight down and turned toward the sidelines. Larry's 
pass dropped into his outstretched hands. 

Lonnie danced along the sidelines and coasted into the end zone. He had 
shaken his defenders and merely trotted the last few yards. 

Skeeter stuck out his hand, Larry slapped it. 

"You want to score," said Larry, "just ask." 

Laughing, they started all over again. Both the defense and offense put on 
star performances and at last the day ended. It had been a grueling practice 
session, but when it ended the guys growled more fiercely than ever. 

Larry sat down on the field and let his body go limp. He had done as much 
running as his backs and ends and he was really exhausted. Skeeter and 
Lonnie stood over him, catching their breath, and Lonnie asked if he wanted 
to stop at the candy store for a soda on the way home. 

"Naw, I think I'm gonna go straight home and beat some of the tiredness off 
me," Larry answered him. "I'm really knocked out. And I got a coupla days' 
homework to catch up on, too." 

"Aw you gotta have time for a soda," frowned Lonnie. "We could talk over 
some plays." 

"I really got to get this stuff done," Larry said vehemently. "We can talk 
about the plays tomorrow." 

He got up from the ground, and the three of them went down the path to the 
locker room. Larry stripped and went directly into the shower. 

"He," said Skeeter, "I'll bet he's gonna get him a little piece and don't 
want us to catch him." 

"Oh, yeah. I bet he's gonna catch old Sue," intoned Lonnie and grinned. 
"I'll bet that's what he's up to." 

Skeeter called Bob and Moose and Speedy and laid out a plot to catch Larry 
making it with Sue. They all rushed in and out of the shower, dressed and 
hid along Larry's route home. 

Larry wondered where his pals had all disappeared but shrugged it off and 
started home. A few blocks away from school, he passed Sue and didn't even 
stop to say hello. 

"Oh, man," Speedy exclaimed. "That Larry is so cool. He got it so worked out 
that he doesn't even have to speak to her. Wonder where they gonna meet?" 

"Let's follow him," suggested Moose. 

"Good idea," agreed Skeeter. 

Like classic comic sleuths, the madcap football players edged along 
buildings and fences and ducked into doorways. So far, then-buddy hadn't 
deviated from his regular route home. 

"I can't figure it out," said Speedy. 

"Just hold on," said Moose, "he'll probably turn at the corner and sneak 
over to her house. 

On tip toes, they continued to trail Larry until he disappeared into his 
building. 

"Wonder what he's up to?" asked Speedy. 

"Beats the hell outta me," said Bob. 

"Let's go to the candy store," suggested Lonnie. 

Along the way, they tried to figure out what Larry was up to. He just 
couldn't be going home to do homework. It just wasn't like him to do 
something as crazy as that. 

When they piled into the candy store, Sue was sitting at the fountain with 
Connie and Donna. The guys all exchanged puzzled glances and filled the 
empty stools. Maybe he had made a secret date with Laurie or Sue. Or maybe 
Sharon, they debated. They decided to ask the girls where the others were. 

The girls could account for all their missing friends and that really left 
the guys puzzled. That Larry was up to something sneaky, they agreed, but 
what? 

Sue began to give off her wanton, dewy-eyed glances. The guys passed the 
elbow down the line. When the hunch reached the last man in line, Moose, 
they started to ask where they could go. Bob's folks were home so they 
couldn't go to his house. Everybody's folks were home, so what next? 

They sipped and thought, sipped and thought. Finally, Skeeter suggested his 
cellar. If the super wasn't there, the cellar was as good a place as any. 

When all were in accord, Bob made a suggestion to Sue and her friends that 
they all take a walk down the block to Skeeter's house. The other girls all 
said they had to go home soon, but Sue was more than willing to go along 
with the guys. 

Sue got up from the counter and left her girl friends. The guys left and she 
followed them. 

When they reached Skeeter's building, Skeeter ran up the stairs and into the 
hallway. He checked the lock and then went down to make sure the super had 
gone home for the night. He came back up and signaled to his pals that the 
coast was clear. 

The gang crowded Sue in between them and rushed her into the building. 
Skeeter led them to the little storage room with the bed. When they had all 
fitted themselves into the tiny chamber, they found that there was hardly 
enough space to move around in. 

"Why don't you and Bob wait outside," Moose suggested to Lonnie. 

"Why don't you?" Lonnie retaliated. 

"Man, I can hardly move," Moose complained. 

"You know where the door is," Lonnie returned. 

"Okay, wise guy," said the Moose. 

"Cool it," whispered Skeeter. 

The tightness of the room was no deterrent to Sue who began to get out of 
her clothing immediately. The guys somehow managed to make room for her as 
her clothes began to fly around them. They all stood braced against the wall 
as she did her close-quartered strip. There was a mass heavy sound of 
dejection when Sue revealed the thick gauze pad that lay nestled between her 
legs. 

"What a fucking tease," groaned the Moose. 

"You're a rotten bitch," said Speedy. 

"What's the matter with you guys," Sue asked in a piquant voice. "I still 
have my hands and this," she said turning around and exposing her pink, 
wrinkled anal orifice. 

"First," yelled Skeeter. 

"Second, third," the voices rang. 

Sue looked around at the anxious faces. 

"Why don't you all take your weenies out and I'll take a couple of you," she 
suggested. 

"What you gonna do?" quizzed Speedy. 

"Just take your whang out and I'll show you," she said. 

The boys unveiled their lances. Sue told the Moose to he on the cot. He 
complied, massing his big body in a comer. She next asked Lonnie to sit on 
the cot next to Moose. Lonnie moved to the cot and sat beside the Moose. 

"What about the rest of us?" asked an indignant Bob. 

"Take your time," Sue answered, "take your time. I have to work this out." 

Sue told Bob and Speedy to stand on either side of her, but when she had 
made her plan, one was left out. 

"Oh, shit," she said. "I guess somebody is going to have to wait." 

Speedy looked at the scene and volunteered to sit it out. With a shrug of 
her shoulders, Sue bent down, took Moose in her mouth, Lonnie and Bob in her 
hands and spread her cheeks for Skeeter. 

Sue went into action, her entire body taken over by the four hulking 
football players. She sucked, bucked and beat off two guys simultaneously. 
Speedy stood back, his mouth agape. He couldn't believe the spectacle. 

"Hey, take it easy, Sue," Lonnie yelled, "you're hurting my prick." 

Sue went about taking care of the foursome as if she hadn't heard Lonnie. 

Skeeter snapped his body in robot-like motions, ramming himself into Sue's 
ass. Moose sat with his legs spread, holding Sue's head to his loins as her 
mouth slithered up and down his penis. Sue's arms beat like pistons as she 
pulled at the two penises filling her hands and she pushed her can against 
Skeeter as if he were the only one in the room. 

"Oh, go Sue, baby, go," crowed the Moose. "Suck it, suck it." 

"Take it easy Sue," Lonnie complained again. 

"I'm gonna push her right into your balls, Moose," yelled Skeeter as he 
rammed hard into Sue's rump. 

Sue lifted her mouth from Moose's penis and looked at Bob and Lonnie. 

"I wish one of you would come," she mumbled, "my arms are getting tired." 

She went back to Moose's penis. Her hands went into motion and her bottom 
fluttered with renewed vigor. Skeeter hauled her rear end like a madman, 
plunging his penis up her anal canal, beating his balls against her bottom. 

Sue gained a new deftness in her wrist motion the second time around. Within 
a few minutes of starting, her hand was covered with Bob's hot, sticky 
issue. Bob stood panting, his eyes glossed, his teeth bared in a tiny grin. 
Sue released his penis and wiped her hand along the cover on the cot. Able 
to get a firmer grip, she pushed her wide, meaty hips up around Skeeter's 
penis. Skeeter squeezed her waist and shut his eyes tight. 

Lonnie watched Skeeter as he grit his teeth and ran his prick in and out of 
Sue'a ass. Skeeter was working up a sweat. Sue could feel his vibrating body 
as he came to a boil and she worked harder to make him come faster. With his 
body jerking from head to foot, he felt his come spurt into Sue's hot, waxen 
tunnel. He froze as if he had run into a goal post and stood until he could 
no longer feel the droplets drip from his penis. With a heavy sigh, he 
withdrew. 

Moose started to hump himself into Sue's mouth, filling her jaws with the 
full thickness of his penis. She was able to tighten up now, having disposed 
of two of her lustful playmates. Lonnie reached roughly into her blouse and 
seized a tit. He rubbed his index finger over the tight, hard nipple. Sue 
plunged down faster on Moose's dick. 

The Moose grabbed a handful of hair and let out a satisfied moan. He spent 
his sperm into Sue's supple jaws and sank back in the corner. Sue nurtured 
the penis until the salt spray ceased to flow. 

She had only Lonnie to finish, she thought and turned to him. She closed her 
lips around the head of his penis and began to lave the hot, reddened tip. 
Lonnie wiggled himself further down on the cot and let her take more of him 
in. The combination of her hands and her jaws made short work of him and he 
threw his head back against the wall as she shot her jaws full of his semen. 

Lonnie caught Sue by the back of her head and rammed his penis hard against 
her palate. Sue choked momentarily but caught herself and pulled back. She 
closed her teeth around the head of his penis, but his hold on her hair made 
her reconsider. She licked away the droplets and stood up for approval. 

"What about me?" barked Speedy. "Shit, I stood here watching all that stuff. 
I'm ready," he said. 

"You better be nice," Sue warned him, remembering that he had slapped her 
around. 

"I'll be nice if you turn up your asshole," he told her. 

"Let me catch my breath," she replied. 

Speedy held his penis in his hand, waiting for the go sign from Sue. She 
stood, rubbing her hands over her body, caressing her breast, squeezing the 
tips upward as if she were the queen of the sirens. 

Speedy pushed her down on the cot and pressed his penis against the anal 
doorway. 

Sue was about to complain when Speedy pierced into the passageway. With 
great force, he plunged his prick into her, forcing her face down on the 
cot. 

"Fuck," he shouted, "fuck." 

Sue put her hips into motion, taking the gruff handling that Speedy 
administered and rocking her bottom as if she really wanted him. Speedy 
reached around her and took her breasts in his hands. As he roughly smacked 
into her buttocks, he rubbed the ripe nipples, making Sue close her eyes and 
reel wildly. 

"Please don't hurt me Speedy," she panted, "please don't hurt me." 

Speedy ignored her pleas and rammed himself harder into the slippery, 
wrinkled darkness of her rectal tunnel. The harder he heaved, the more she 
panted, the softer her pleas for gentle treatment became. 

"Please, oh, please," she whispered. "Oh please don't hurt me Speedy." 

Speedy released the fondling hold he had on her breasts and grabbed her by 
her shoulders. Bending his knees, he penetrated her rectum until he could go 
no further. Sue emitted a low, throaty groan and seemed to melt, her waist 
rising and falling still, into the mattress. She breathed as if she had just 
done ten laps around the football field, but she would not stop her butt 
motion. 

"Look at that Speedy," commented Lonnie. "Looks like he's trying to tear her 
asshole open." 

"He's a bad cat," said Bob. "I hope he doesn't hurt her." 

"Shit, Sue can take a fleet of trucks," said Skeeter. "Speedy ain't gonna 
hurt Sue. No way." 

Sue raised herself up and bucked hard. She pulled in her belly and tightened 
all the muscles in her body. Speedy could feel the muscles closing around 
his penis and he screwed himself deeper. As he pulled back, Sue pushed up to 
keep him in. She rested her head against the wall and reached back. She 
caught her cheeks, pulled them apart and wiggled her bottom harder and 
faster. 

"Hey, man," said Skeeter. "I told you Speedy couldn't hurt her. She's 
diggin' it." 

"Go Speedy, go," Bob and Lonnie chorused. 

Until the voices of Bob and Lonnie, Sue still issued her whispered 
exhortation to Speedy, "Please don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me." 

With his pals cheering him on, Speedy began to paddle the red, sweaty 
fleshof Sue's wide ass, pretending to be a cowboy. 

"Gitty up," he called, "gitty up." 

Sue released her cheeks and humped her rear end upward. Each time Speedy 
slapped her bottom, she doubled pumped. 

Wrapping one hand around her middle, Speedy thrust the other into the air. 

"Yahoo," he shouted and shook wildly from side to side. 

"Giddy up, horsy," he shouted. 

"Oh. Speedy, please," a heavily panting Sue pleaded. "Oh, please, please." 

Speedy's hand suddenly dropped. 

"Get it while you can," he said and locked his hands on her hips. 

As if possessed by chills and fever, Speedy quivered. 

"He must be building a waterfall in her ass." 

While Speedy shot his rocks off, filling Sue's anus with one more bath of 
come, his buddies broke into laughter, slapping each other's hands. 

Speedy extracted himself and sat down on the edge of the bed. 

"I need something to get this mess off my dick," he said, shaking his head 
from side to side. 

Absentmindedly, Skeeter grabbed the super's shirt and threw it to Speedy. 
Just as absentmindedly, Speedy wiped his penis with it and threw it back at 
his friends. They all dodged the come-coated garment and let it fall to the 
floor. 

Sue rolled over and gazed up at the laughing crowd. Her eyes roamed over 
their faces and came to rest on Speedy. She pushed herself up and kissed him 
on his lips before he knew it. He roughly pushed her away. 

"Are you crazy or something?" he asked indignantly. 

"What's the matter?" she asked, puzzled. 

"What's the matter?" he replied, wrinkling his brow. "You just gave Moose a 
blow-job and you want to kiss me? That's the same as me giving the Moose a 
blow-job and I don't do no shit like that." 

"Hey," said the Moose. "My come ain't good enough for you?" 

Sue looked around the tiny room at all the boys gathered there. 

"I'm sorry I had my period," she said. "It would have been so much more 
fun." 

"Don't worry about it, Sue," said the Moose, "you did just fine." 

Skeeter stepped out of the tiny compartment and tipped up the stairs. He 
went back down. 

"Get your clothes on Sue," he said in a quiet voice. "Let's get out of here 
before somebody else finds out the door is open." 

Sue hurried into her clothes. She stuffed her panties in the pocket of her 
skirt. She walked softly behind the guys as they mounted the stairs. Skeeter 
went to the front door. He waved his friends back. He walked outside and sat 
down. An elderly couple walked up and into the building. 

"Good evening, Skeeter," they said as they passed him. 

"Hello," he answered. "How you doing?" 

"Fine, thank you," they answered and walked p the stairs. 

Skeeter held his head in the door until he heard them enter their apartment 
two floors up. He whistled and the others came out. 

They gathered around on the stoop for a few minutes and Sue asked if 
somebody would walk her to the corner. They all looked at each other but no 
one volunteered. Finally, they all agreed that they were going to go to the 
candy store anyway, so Sue could walk along with them. 

"Does your mother know you do it?" asked Moose. 

"What?" asked Sue. "Are you crazy?" 

"I was just asking," the big tackle said. "I once knew this girl, and her 
mother knew she was fuckin' and she never even said a word." 

"My mother would kill me," said Sue. 

"You ought to bring your sister to one of our parties, the Moose put in. "I 
hear she's a pretty good piece, too." 

"You better watch your mouth," Sue spat. "You don't even know my sister." 

"I heard Larry's brother talking about her," said the Moose. "Said she was 
really something." 

"If she ever hears you saying anything about her, she will scratch your eyes 
out," She screeched. "You just stop talking about her." 

"I wasn't talking about her," said Moose. "I just said you should invite her 
to one of our parties." 

Sue wrapped her arms around her middle. At the corner, she crossed the 
street and the boys went into the candy store. They sat for a while, but 
since all the fun seemed to be over, they all decided to head for home. They 
had had a ball with Sue, they could talk about it all day tomorrow, so why 
not rest up. 

With a final round of hand slaps, they all went their separate ways. 

After school, the guys met outside the locker room. Since there would be no 
practice, they just went to the field to throw the ball around. 

The air was becoming more chilled. Winter was creeping in from somewhere. 
With the crispness of the afternoon all around them, the football players 
felt at ease as they passed the pigskin. It was like the final game of the 
season, they thought, when the clouds came in over the stadium and the sky 
grew dark. 

Larry pulled the zipper on his jacket all the way up to his neck. He blew 
into his hands as he waited for the ball to be thrown to him. 

"-so Speedy was corn-haulin' her like mad, man," Skeeter was telling him. 
"You shoulda seen it. And she was begging him to stop but all the time she 
was really diggin' it, you know. She was really diggin' the way Speedy was 
busting her ass open." 

"I told you she was a pig," said Larry. 

"Yeah, so what. You should have seen her when she was taking us all on," 
Skeeter continued. "Man she was going as if it was just one guy. Man, that 
chick can really take some meat. You shoulda seen Speedy when she got up and 
kissed him. Wow, I thought he was gonna go right through the wall." 

"You mean she actually put her lips on him after she gave the Moose a 
blow-job?" Larry asked, freezing in place. 

"Yeah, man. She smacked him right on the lips," Skeeter told his friend. 
"Man, you really missed out on it last night." 

"Oh, hell," said Larry. "I can't get my rocks on stuff like that." 

"No huh?" quipped Skeeter. "By the way, what were you doing last night?" 

"I told you guys I was going home to do my homework," Larry replied. 

"Don't gimme that bullshit," said Skeeter. "Who was it? Laura? Sharon? You 
can tell your pal Skeeter, man. I won't tell the other guys, honest." 

"I told you. I did my homework," Larry reaffirmed. 

Skeeter caught the ball and passed it to Larry. Larry ran back a little and 
let it fly out to Lonnie. Lonnie passed it to Speedy, Speedy passed it to 
Moose, Moose passed it to Bob, Bob threw it back to Larry. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

After tossing the ball back and forth, the guys decided to take a few laps 
around the track that circled the field. As they jogged, Skeeter picked up 
his conversation with Larry. 

"So you don't want to tell your best friend about your little thing last 
night," quipped Skeeter. 

"Damn you Skeeter," Larry frowned. "I told you a hundred times, I went home 
and did my homework. If you don't believe me, you can ask my mom." 

Skeeter let it go at that. They jogged on. 

"So what else did you guys do with Sue?" Larry asked. 

"When Speedy got finished with her, that was it," Skeeter answered. "We went 
down to the candy store but we didn't stay long. We goofed for a while and 
everybody went home." 

Larry turned around and ran backwards for a while so he could taunt Speedy. 

"Hey Speedy. Hear you got a mouthful of the Moose's come last night?" he 
teased. 

"Aw don't start that crap," Speedy frowned. 

"Well that's what I hear," Larry told him. 

"You know, I think Sue is crazy," Speedy said. 

"What I want to know is, how does it feel to be kissed by the sweetest girl 
in West End High," Larry asked, still backpedaling and laughing. 

"Okay, okay. So I had to gargle when I got home," waved Speedy. "I was all 
set to kick her ass, but good, but something stopped me," he added. 

Larry turned around and continued his jog. Speedy called out to him and 
closed the gap. 

"And what was the bad man up to last night," Speedy inquired lightly. 

"Don't tell me I have to go through that again," Larry sighed. "I went home 
and I did just what I said I was going to do." 

"Yeah, we know," smirked Speedy. "Who with?" 

Playfully, Larry pushed him. "Your sister," he said. 

"But I don't have a sister," laughed Speedy. 

"So I guess I wasn't doing anything," Larry said with a note of finality. 

They went around the track a few more times and decided to go home before 
the sweat started to choke them or they got colds. To keep warm, they jogged 
the several blocks to the candy store, where they parted, saying they'd meet 
again later. 

When they met later, the guys sat on the stools in the candy store and 
teased each other about the girls. Sue came in with Laura and Donna. 
Immediately, the guys started to make plans. 

"We got a game tomorrow," Larry reminded them. 

"Aw, a little fun won't hurt," scowled Speedy. 

"I don't want you dropping my passes," Larry reminded the full back. 

"You put it there and I'll be there," said Speedy. 

Sue and the girls sat at the far end of the candy store and started a 
giggling conversation. Larry looked in their direction. Placing his chino n 
his hand, he leaned on the counter and asked his friends, "Do you think they 
talk about fucking the way we do?" 

"I'll bet that Sue doesn't talk about nothin' else," laughed the Moose. 

"Yeah, I'll bet Sue spends her whole day talkin' about the way she takes it 
and how many she can take," added Bob. 

"Well she sure has a lot to brag about there," Speedy put in. 

The boys climbed down from the stools and made their way to where the girls 
sat. They formed a circle around the giggling young females and fell into 
the lilting talk. As usual, Sue was giving the girls lectures in sex. 

"What did I say?" asked Bob with a smile of satisfaction. 

"You girls up for going to my house?" asked Bob. 

"Are your parents home?" Sue inquired. 

"Yeah, but it don't matter on Friday night," said Bob. 

Sue shot an anxious glance to her companions. She was ready to go, and 
wondered if they were going to go along with her. Laura and Donna exchanged 
glances. 

"Well," said Sue. "I'm ready. Are you two going to go?" 

Laura and Donna slid down from their seats and nodded. 

With their hands stuffed deep into then-pockets, the guys affected the 
greatest air of coolness that the candy store owner had seen since the other 
kids stopped coming in and turned the store over to the new set. 

As they walked, the girls clung together in a tight group and the guys 
meandered around them, talking about football and, of course, girls. They 
didn't think much about expounding on their views of sex and what a girl was 
for with their female companions. They were just the girls and that meant 
nothing in particular. 

Bob led them into his house. As they passed the living room, he yelled into 
his parents that some of the kids were with him and that they were going 
down to the playroom to listen to some music and dance a little. 

"Don't forget the game tomorrow," his father reminded him. 

"How can I?" Bob called back. 

Laura went directly to the record player and put on the music. She backed 
away from the box doing the latest step. Sue joined her, but put more 
exaggerated motions in her movements. Donna sort of swayed in place, her 
eyes closed, her lips puckered, her head bobbing with the beat. 

"That's really an out-of-sight song," Donna commented. 

"It's beautiful," added Laura. 

The guys stood around and watched, admiring the way the girls moved. Moose 
made a comment about the way Sue moved and they snickered among themselves. 

"You think your folks'll come down?" asked Speedy. 

"Naw," replied Bob. "They never come down when I have company. They figure 
I'm old enough to handle myself like a gentleman." He laughed when he said 
'gentleman.' 

"I got a feeling that Sue is going to give us a good time tonight!" said 
Speedy with a trace of some kind of raunchy idea in his tone. 

"Long as we keep the noise down," said Bob, "we got no problems." 

Speedy moved out on the floor and began to dance between Sue and Laura. He 
didn't actually dance, he clowned. With every few steps, he held out his 
arms and said, "Coming to git ya," to one of the girls. 

Each time Speedy held up his hands, Sue would further exaggerate her 
motions. She was enjoying the game and was ready to get into her tease at 
any minute. 

Larry moved to where Donna swayed with her eyes closed. Standing behind her, 
he put his arms around her and fell into her swaying motion. She only barely 
acknowledged his presence. 

"Keep on moving," Larry whispered in her ear, "you sure feel good." 

Donna went right on as if he weren't there. Even when the record ended, she 
continued to sway and called out to anyone to play it over again. Sue caught 
the machine as it started to change disks and replayed the song. When it 
started, Donna was still going in time to the beat. 

Larry tightened his hold on Donna's middle, placing the flat of his hands 
across the soft, round curvature of her belly. He squeezed gently as they 
swayed. 

"What you doing, Larry?" Donna softly asked, trying to talk to him without 
blotting out the sound of the song. 

"Right now, I'm holding you in my arms," he said, "and thinking about 
kissing your sweet neck." 

"And what else do you have on your mind?" she asked. 

"Nothing right now, but I'm sure we'll think of something," was his reply. 

Donna made a little noise in her throat and went back to listening to the 
music. 

Lonnie poked Moose in the ribs and pointed to where Larry stood rocking with 
Donna. He motioned and the two of them walked up behind the swaying couple. 

"Must be nice to be in love," Lonnie said in a loud flat voice as if he 
weren't aware of Larry and Donna's presence. 

"Yeah," said the Moose. "One of these days, us lonely nobody's will find us 
somebody and we'll stand around and rock with the music and close our eyes." 

"Yeah, it must be the greatest feelin' in the world," said Lonnie. 

Larry dropped his arms dejectedly. 

"You guys could fuck up a wet dream," he said. 

Donna moved to another spot. She closed her eyes again and returned to her 
trance. 

Larry pursed his lips and walked to the little bar. He asked Bob if there 
was any soda in the refrigerator. Without waiting for a reply, he pulled the 
door open and reached in. "Thanks," he said as he popped open the bottle. 

The record ended and Donna asked to hear it again. 

"Hey, you want to wear the grooves out on the thing?" asked Bob. "I got some 
more good ones you know." 

Donna shot him a look and turned away. When the next record came on, she 
fell into her trance again. 

"Oh, yeah," she intoned. 'That's another one of my favorites." 

Bob and Lonnie enclosed Laura between them, grinding and swaying to the 
music. She placed her hands on Bob's broad shoulders and playfully poked her 
behind out at Lonnie. Lonnie caught her ass cheeks in her hands and held 
them as they danced around. 

Speedy and Skeeter pulled the same maneuver with Sue, but Sue took it more 
to heart than her girl friend. As the two boys danced fore and aft, she 
placed a hand in front and behind her, taking a firm hold on the two 
penises, rubbing up and down against their pants legs, warming their inner 
hearths with a promise of things to come. 

Sue stepped out from between the two when the record ended. She went to the 
stack and fished through the pile of records. She placed a few more on the 
machine and returned to the middle of the floor. 

Skeeter and Speedy had moved to where Larry stood drinking his soda. 

"I think you gonna see all that you missed last night," Skeeter whispered. 

"What ya mean?" asked Larry. 

"I mean, I think old Sue is getting ready to do her thing. Stick around, 
man, the fun has just begun," Skeeter quipped. 

Skeeter pushed Speedy before him and they went back to Sue. When they 
circled her this time, Speedy lifted her short skirt up over her hips. 
Fitting himself to her, he circled with her, grinding his body against hers. 
Skeeter reached his arms around the two of them, crushing Sue that much 
closer to Speedy rising penis. 

"Feel like doing it?" Speedy asked. Sue gave a short, sophic laugh. Whenever 
wasn't she? 

Larry watched as his buddies set up the show. He moved again to Donna, who 
was ignoring everything that was going on around her. Standing in front of 
her, he put his arms around her and started to dance her around. Lazily, she 
draped her arms around him and followed. 

Larry tucked his head on Donna's shoulder and breathed in her ear, a trick 
his brother had taught him. Donna pulled her head away. Larry let her. When 
she relaxed in his arms again, he resumed his breathing trick. 

"Stop it," she dully whispered. 

"What?" he said. 

"You know what," she replied. 

"Oh, sorry about that," he said, and continued to dance. 

He turned her around and snuggled up close again. He ran his tongue around 
her ear and she shuddered. 

"Don't do that," she softly argued. 

"Sorry," he answered. 

His hands tightened on her back, rubbing up and down firmly, but at the same 
time, gently. He moved in a little closer. He let his tongue roam again to 
her ear. 

"Larry," she sighed, "please don't." 

"Aw, stop complaining," he said. "Maybe I should just run my hand up your 
dress." 

Donna leaned her head back and looked at him for a second. She leaned back 
against his chest. Larry kissed her on her neck. She squeezed him. He let 
his hands wander over her back and down to her soft, plump, round ass. 

"You know what you're doing?" she asked in a whisper. 

"I know what I'm trying to do," he answered. 

Donna shifted her body so that her legs opened a little wider. She pulled 
herself closer to him. Larry tightened his hold on her fleshy buttocks and 
sank his tongue into her ear. Donna locked her arms around him and buried 
her head in his chest. 

"How you feeling now?" he asked in a roguish whisper. 

Donna exhaled loudly and buried herself closer to him. 

He massaged her hind cheeks, clutching and releasing, clutching and 
releasing. Their bodies ground roughly against one another. Larry paid 
special attention to rubbing his thigh against the soft tuft of her crotch. 

Speedy and Skeeter were getting far more aggressive with Sue, or Sue was 
getting far more aggressive with them. As they circled around the floor, the 
two boys crushed the lustful little girl between them. Skeeter could feel 
the fat gauze pad between Sue's legs. Each time he became aware of it, he 
backed off. Speedy was rolling on the bare flesh of her rump, his hands 
running into the sheer fragile fabric of her panties. 

Bob, Moose and Lonnie just danced around the floor, stomping in time to the 
music, laughing and carousing with Laura. She giggled as they took turns 
spinning her around or lightly tossing her back and forth. They fell into 
loud, unbridled laughter as the record ended, waiting impatiently for 
another record to begin. 

Skeeter and Speedy shuffled off the floor with Sue still between them. They 
disappeared into the little bedroom. 

Larry had slowed almost to a standstill with Donna. She leaned heavily 
against him, her breathing hard and loud. He continued to roam over the soft 
fleshiness of her behind. 

"I'd let you do it," she whispered, "if you had a rubber." 

Larry tossed his head back and stared up at the ceiling. He sighed out loud 
and went back to his caressing movements over her body. Slowly, he moved her 
backwards toward the couch. 

Bob went to the doorway of the bedroom in time to see Sue taking Speedy in 
her ass and Skeeter in her mouth. He looked over his shoulder and saw Larry 
easing down to the couch with Donna. Lonnie and Moose were closing in on 
Laura. 

Bob walked back to Lonnie, the Moose and Laura and proposed that they join 
Skeeter and Speedy on the bed with Sue. Laura shrugged her shoulders. "All 
right," she said. 

Skeeter and Speedy were humping into Sue's openings, bucking their bodies as 
she wiggled between them. She still wore her blouse and bra, but they had 
stripped her of her skirt and panties. 

Laura scooted up on the bed. Moose and Lonnie dropped their pants. Bob fit 
himself on the bed between the two piles of bodies. Moose and Lonnie 
repeated the actions of Skeeter and Speedy while Laura's hand roamed over 
Bob's balls. The old bed started to creak under the mass of flesh; 
orchestration for the orgy. 

As the crowd of bodies ran together, the sounds of grunts and groans rose. 
Sue began her urgings to the hard humping Speedy as he bounced in and out of 
her anus. 

"Oh, Speedy, please," she sighed. 

Her pleadings seemed designed to make Speedy become even more brusque-each 
time she pleaded, he pushed harder into the orifice. Moose and Lonnie filled 
Laura. Bob looked strangely odd sprawled between the heaving crowds on 
either side of him, lying placidly on his back, staring at nothingness, a 
soft, pink hand fondling his balls. 

Skeeter moaned and whispered, "Here it is, here it is," and shot his load 
into Sue's puckered jaws. He let his body go limp while Speedy drove her 
hips apart from behind, sending her head down around his penis. 

"Wait a minute, wait a minute," cried Speedy. "The express is coming." 

His body trembled and he clutched tightly to Sue's hips. He fast pumped, the 
come spurting into her rectal tube, and he withdrew, the last drops landing 
on the reddened flesh of Sue's behind. 

Lonnie started to heave just as Speedy finished his load in Sue's asshole. 
Laura opened her eyes wide as the hot, salted sperm trickled down her 
throat. Lonnie rolled over and out of the bed. The Moose had his big penis 
lodged firmly in her ass and was still going hard and strong. With all his 
weight, he leaned on Laura and sank himself as far as her tight crack would 
allow. Laura groaned loudly, her eyes shutting fast and tight, as she felt 
the thick, long lance penetrated almost to her stomach. 

"Moose, Moose," she cried, "you'll split me open. Don't do it so hard." 

The Moose eased back a little. His big, hulking frame towered over her, 
snapping as he pushed and pulled. Laura bounced beneath him. The whole bed 
bounced. 'Sue rolled over, saw Bob lying on his back, gazing blankly at the 
ceiling. She pushed Laura's hand away and pulled to her. Bob's expression 
changed to a big wide grin when he felt the hot, soft ass push up against 
his loins. "Take it," she said. 

Bob rolled over and slammed her down on her face. He grabbed her cheeks and 
spread them apart. Sue gripped the edge of the bed, prepared to be ripped 
open and Bob fit his penis to her anal crack. The fat, round tip paused at 
the opening, circling around and pressed into the cavity. Sue let out a loud 
moan as he stuffed her asshole. 

The acrid odor of spent sperm permeated the air in the bedroom. The prolific 
smell of musky" perspiration saturated the mattress. As Bob rode toward 
satisfaction, he became intoxicated by the odors. He braced himself deep in 
Sue's anal tunnel as his loins erupted. As the lightning spurts issued 
forth, he sighed, relieved. 

Bob and Moose rose simultaneously. Bob shook his penis and went to the tiny 
window. He opened it and let the chill night air rush in. He inhaled the 
cooling refreshing air and went into the bathroom. Standing over the toilet, 
he thought for the first time about his father or mother coming down. What 
would they say? 

When the others drifted back into the room, Larry and Donna were sitting up, 
rearranging their clothing. Donna went to the record player and put on her 
favorite record. She looked longingly at Larry, who was making his way to 
the refrigerator. She closed her eyes as the music swelled in the room and 
began to sway again. She let her instincts guide her to where Larry stood. 

Larry put his arm around Donna's waist. Skeeter came over and put an arm 
around her waist also. 

"Hey, Skeeter," said Larry, "why don't you look after Donna here. Good girl, 
man, the best." 

"Why don't you look after her yourself," said Skeeter. 

"I'm gonna go home and rest up for the game," said Larry. 

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Skeeter asked. 

"Nothing," replied Larry. "I just want to be rested for the game." 

Skeeter shook his head. "I don't believe it. I don't believe it." 

Larry patted Donna on her ass and started for the stairs. Skeeter stuck his 
hand in Larry's path. 

"Hey, man, you can hang out for a while," he said. 

"Hey Donna," Larry said. "Work some of that charm of yours on Skeeter. I 
gotta go." 

"I already have," she said. "Do you really have to go now?" 

"I don't have to," Larry answered, "but I want to." 

"Something wrong with you?" Skeeter asked. 

"Nothing but football," Larry replied. 

"Then be cool and enjoy the little party," Skeeter returned. "You acting 
like we can't win without sleeping or something." 

"Man, I'm tired," Larry told him. 

"How come?" asked Skeeter. "We all practiced just as hard as you." 

"Maybe I'm not in as good shape as you," Larry told him. 

"Oh, come on, Larry," Donna interrupted. "Stay for a while." 

"Okay, but you'll have to turn Skeeter on," Larry told her. 

"He gets his share," said Donna. "And he doesn't need any right now." 

Larry walked around the bar with his soda and dropped onto the couch. He 
crossed his legs, closed his eyes and tapped his feet to the music. 

Skeeter and Donna came over and sat beside him. 

"I hope you know your plays," Larry said. "I don't want you dropping any of 
my passes." 

"Man, if I drop a pass," said Skeeter, "it'll be because you threw it to 
somebody else." 

Sue moved back into the center of the floor and started to dance. Laura 
joined her and the guys circled around them. They were as fresh as if they 
had just come in from a walk in the autumn air. 

Larry laughed to himself. 

"What you laughing at?" inquired Speedy. 

"Nothing man," said Larry. "Nothing." 

Skeeter pulled Donna to the floor and they started to dance. Larry watched 
as they made wide circles and came together. He stretched himself and rose 
to his feet. He walked around the room and sidled out of the back door. He 
undid the lock and slipped out into the night. The sound of the music 
lingered with him as he walked along the hedges, fading as he grew further 
and further away. His pace increased and he was gone. 

"Hey, where's Larry?" Skeeter asked when he and Donna finished their dance. 

"I don't know," answered the Moose. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

When Larry showed up at the bus, Skeeter grabbed his arm and spun him 
around. 

"What happened to you last night?" he asked his mysteriously behaving 
friend. 

"I went home," Larry answered in a flat voice. 

"Are you nervous about the game?" Skeeter inquired. 

"No more than any other game," was Larry's response. 

"Then why you acting like you tired or something?" Skeeter wanted to know. 

"I just didn't feel like staying at the party," Larry told him and pulled 
out of his grip. "I'm gettin' on the bus. You comin'? " 

Skeeter picked up his heavy satchel and followed Larry onto the bus. They 
made then-way to the rear seat that was their personal spot. The girls were 
standing around on the sidewalk and Skeeter opened the window to talk to 
them. Donna stood on tiptoe, leaning against the side of the bus, and craned 
her neck upward to talk to Larry. 

Larry sat calmly, his legs crossed and stretched out in the aisle, his hands 
folded in his lap. He turned his head slightly when Donna called to him. 

"Are you going to come to the party after the game or are you going home to 
study tonight?" she asked, sarcasm hanging heavily in her voice. 

"I'm going on a trip to the moon," he answered and returned his gaze to the 
front of the bus. 

"What's the matter with him?" she asked Skeeter. 

"Pre-game jitters, I guess," was his reply. 

Sharon tugged on Donna's sweater and told her it was time to get in the bus. 
Skeeter sat back and closed the window. Bob and Moose entered, their voices 
booming out the fight song. The rest of the team piled into the carrier, 
followed by the coach. 

Coach Hadley stood in the shadows, counting heads. Satisfied that all his 
charges were present, he went into a little pep talk. The same one he gave 
before every game. This time, he promised that if the team won, it was steak 
dinners for everyone, compliments of the students' government. The bus shook 
with hurrahs. The driver put the bus into motion and the coach called back 
to Larry, "How's my quarterback?" 

"Just fine, coach," answered Larry. "Feelin' all right." 

"Hey listen," Larry said to his pals. "If I can get three TD's in the first 
half, I get to have two of the girls to myself." 

"Get outta here," Bob whined. 

"Just thought I'd ask," Larry laughed and settled back in his seat. 

The ride uptown to Wakefield High was a short one. The buses pulled up 
outside the stadium and the team ran, screaming into their dressing room. 
The cheerleaders were led to an adjoining room where they were to wait for 
the start of the game. Sue tried to get a peek into the locker room, but one 
of the coaches from Wakefield stood outside the door, talking to Hadley. She 
resigned herself to waiting until after the game. 

After his conversation with the Wakefield coach, Hadley went into the locker 
room to check on his team. The trainer busily wrapped and bandaged and 
rewrapped the players. Hadley walked down the aisles, checking to see that 
everything was in order. 

"Make sure you put on your cups," he warned. "Don't want any real injuries 
out there. I'd never be able to explain it to the girls." 

Speedy shot a look at Bob. "What did he mean by that?" quizzed Speedy. 
"Think he knows something?" 

"Just a joke," said Bob. "What could he know?" 

Speedy went back to tying his shoes. 

A horn sounded, the signal for the teams to come out to the field. 

"Okay," yelled the coach. "Let's get out there and show those bums how to 
play football." 

The roar in the tin-plated locker room was almost deafening. The sound of 
cleats on concrete clackety clacked until the last man had passed through 
the tiny tunnel and up into the arena. The cheerleaders made only squeaky 
whispers as their sneakered feet carried them out behind the boys. 

The raucous din of spectators' voices filled the stadium as the two teams 
emerged from beneath the stands. Whistles blew, people shouted, the crowd 
came to their feet. 

Larry and Moose joined the captains of the two teams in the middle of the 
field for the toss of the coin. Wakefield won and elected to receive. As the 
two teams prepared for the kick off, the crowd simmered to a low rumble, 
then soared again to thundering when the ball spiraled through the air. 

"Okay, defense," Larry yelled as he paced up and down the sideline. "Let's 
hold him." 

Wakefield went into their formation and the game was on. Bob and Moose led 
the defense nicely as they broke through and nailed the Wakefield 
quarterback. 

"Way to go, team, way to go," the West End bench yelled. 

On the next play, Moose batted down a pass. 

"Let's get 'em Moose," Larry yelled. 

Soon, the Wakefield team had run out of downs and West took the field. As he 
passed Bob and the Moose, Larry slapped their hands. 

Larry took his time in the first huddle. He looked at the Wakefield players, 
bent into the massed heads and called his first play. They'd try the draw 
right away. 

West End went to the line. Larry bent behind the center. 

"Hut, hut, hut hut, hut," he barked. 

The ball flew back into his hands. He curved his fingers around it, 
clutching at the seams. The lingers of both hands touched, his thumbs 
overlapping. His feet sought the ground beneath him, falling on only the 
toes, angling down to the arches, and lifting up again. 

Larry twisted from side to side, his eyes following the defenders as they 
charged and went down or over his teammates. Skeeter came up alongside him, 
his knees pumping high, like a locomotive. Larry's hands and the ball slid 
under Skeeter's elbows. Skeeter nestled the ball close to him, tucking it 
under his arms, his fingers closing over the rounded tip. Larry pulled his 
hands back and stopped short to watch Skeeter as he headed for the big, 
gaping hole that his teammates had made. He planted his feet, twisted, 
plunged, turned, twisted again, and plunged. 

Hands reached out for him as he skittered past them. Long, brawny fingers 
clutched at the air where he had been a moment before. Walls were erected 
and crumbled before him as he stepped off yard after yard. 

Skeeter was feeling he might dance on forever over the green grass carpet 
with its bumps and ruts but a quick and sudden jar brought him up short. 

He hugged the oval sphere and tensed every muscle in his body. When he hit 
the ground, he relaxed; searching for an indication of how many yards he had 
gained. 

The roar of the crowd meant he had done well. As he was pulled up from the 
ground, he learned just how much. 

"Number 27, Skeeter Webster, carried. Gain was twenty-two yards from 
scrimmage," the public address system announced. 

Skeeter dusted himself off and went back to the huddle. Larry took his hand 
and pulled him into the gathering. 

"Nice runnin', old buddy," said Larry. 

"Nice call," said Skeeter. "Let's get 'em again." 

Larry called the play, they went to the line, the ball was snapped, Larry 
back pedaled, he cocked his arm and fired. 

Lonnie leaped high and the ball continued sailing over his head. He turned 
as his feet touched the ground. He saw the ball bouncing in small arches 
along the sideline. He kicked up a tuft of grass and returned to talk it 
over with his friend. 

"My balls hurt," said Speedy, back in the huddle. 

"Too much Sue," Larry teased. "Let's try that one again," said Lonnie. A 
clap of hands, and the team went back to the line. 

The snap. Feet flashing. The crunch of shoulder pads crashing together. The 
arch of the ball as Larry let it fly. The tight end leaping high. 

Lonnie grabbed the ball out of the air. He turned his body before his feet 
hit the ground and looked for the nearest defender. He leaned forward and 
pushed his body toward the goal line. 

"He's over there. Catch him. He's got the ball," the defenders yelled. 

Head down and knees lifting, Lonnie chugged for the touchdown. He didn't see 
the white jersey coming at him from his right side. It was a complete 
surprise to him to feel the heavy shoulder crash into his back. He could see 
the goal line, just a few yards in front of him. The weight of the tackier 
grew heavier as he tried to pull out a few more steps. His knees buckled. He 
clutched the ball. He crashed hard to the ground, cursing. The roar of the 
crowd filled his ears. 

"Sorry, man," he said as the team huddled around him. 

"You were beautiful man," said Larry. 

"I was so close," Lonnie complained. "So fuckin' close." 

"That's all right. You get first choice tonight," Larry said. "Anybody 
disagree?" 

"Right over the middle," Larry said and broke the team out of the huddle. He 
rubbed at his groin as he walked to the line. He looked to the sidelines, 
checking to see which of the cheerleaders he would want tonight. 

When the ball came back, he turned slightly, jammed the ball into Speedy's 
middle and stepped aside. 

Speedy stepped on someone's back and leaped high to get over the defenders. 
Someone caught his foot and pulled him down. He got a little, but not 
enough. 

"Sweep," said Larry and they went back to the line. 

Up came the ball, the feet flashed. Larry rolled out to the side and handed 
the ball to Speedy. Speedy continued to the side, picking up a few more 
yards and finally running out of bounds into the arms of a Wakefield 
cheerleader. 

He threw the ball to the referee. 

"What you doing after the game?" he asked the girl. 

"Going to a victory party," she said. "You mean you're coming to our party?" 
he asked. 

"No. I mean the Wakefield party," she replied. 

"Stick around, honey, you may change your mind," he said and ran back onto 
the field. 

"How about going up to the tower and turning the clock ahead," Speedy said. 
"Kd like to get this game over in a hurry." 

"What's your rush?" asked Larry. 

"There's somebody I want to bring to the party," he said. 

"Who's that?" Lonnie asked. 

"I don't know her name. She's a cheerleader for Wakefield," Speedy told him. 

"You're asking for new problems," Larry said. 

"Just another bit of fat for the fire," he replied. 

"Let's get to the goal line," Larry interrupted. 

"Oh, yeah, I forgot," said Speedy. 

Larry called another ground play. He handed off to Skeeter and Skeeter 
crashed into the line, knocking over one defender and running into another. 
Several of the West End players got behind him and pushed until they were on 
the goal line. 

Larry called the guys together. This was their last play. They wouldn't be 
in bad shape if they didn't get over, but, this close, they had to go for 
it. 

Larry gave the ball to Speedy and Speedy crashed through. The cheer rose. 
Speedy trotted to the sideline and asked the Wakefield cheerleader, "Do you 
know how to do it?" 

The girl turned away. Speedy patted her on the ass and trotted back onto the 
field. When they kicked the conversion point, he waved to the girl and ran 
off to the bench. 

"Okay, you guys," Larry shouted to his defensive squad, "we got you some 
points. Let's see you hold them." 

Larry watched the cheerleaders doing their cartwheels and somersaults. He 
smiled as they leaped high in the air, spreading their plump legs. He 
thought he actually saw the traces of the tiny twats as they stretched out 
in front of the bench. His imagination took him in and out of bed with each 
one of them as they swirled. 

"I think we ought to invite more of the girls to the party tonight," Larry 
opined. 

"I think maybe you got the same idea I got," said Lonnie. 

"What do you think, Skeeter?" asked Larry. 

"I think you been reading my mind," said Skeeter. 

After the game ended, a big win for West End, the guys couldn't be 
contained. They danced into the locker room. They threw each other, 
bare-assed, into the shower. They smacked each other's asses with towels. 
They dreamed of big, thick steaks. 

In the adjoining room, the girls were celebrating their victory and 
anticipating the party. 

The guys put their heads together. If they went to eat dinner with the 
coach, they'd lose some of the girls who wouldn't wait around until they 
were done. If they talked the coach into giving them the cost of the dinner, 
they could stock up on stuff and take it all over to Bob's house. 

They elected Larry to make the deal with the coach. 

Larry walked out to where the coach was having a conversation with the 
Wakefield coach. He coughed to get the coach's attention. 

Coach Hadley called him into the little office. 

"Coach Forde, meet my little star, Larry Jordan," Hadley said. 

Larry took the other coach's hand. 

"Kid's gonna be great one of these days," Hadley boasted. "Been a great ball 
player for three years. Just came into his own, this year. Doing a great 
job." 

"I think the young fella has something on his mind," Coach Forde observed. 

"Oh, yes. What can I do for you Larry?" Hadley asked. 

"Well it's kinda private coach," Larry told him. 

"Oh? Well okay, step outside here," Hadley said. 

Larry explained to him that the guys had a party planned and that they 
couldn't really go to dinner. He asked if the coach minded giving them the 
dinner money so they could get some things for the party. 

Coach Hadley coughed, cleared his throat. 

"Well, I guess I can do that," he said. He reached into his pocket. He 
pulled out a roll of bills and counted out half of it. He dumped the money 
into Larry's hand. 

Larry went back into the locker room, waving the money. 

"I got it," he yelled. "Let's go find the bus driver so we can get outta 
here." 

The guys piled back into the bus, calling for the driver to get a move on. 
He told them to sit down and keep their shirts on. He walked to the second 
bus and talked the situation over with the other driver. Next he went into 
the building to talk with the coach. He emerged behind Coach Hadley. 

The coach stuck his head into the bus and asked if the boys would mind if he 
took a ride with Coach Forde. 

"Oh, coach, don't leave us with this wicked ole bus driver," pleased 
Skeeter. "He's really the devil and he's come to take us to hell." 

"Good," said Coach Hadley. "I'll see you Monday." 

There was a loud cheer and the victorious combatants sat back. 

There would be several parties participated in by members of the football 
team so Larry went down the aisle and distributed the money to each player. 
He went back to his seat and he and his gang pooled theirs. 

The buses' return route took them right past Bob's house and they ran to the 
front to tell the driver to stop. The bus driver pulled to the curb and they 
all got out, waving to those who remained aboard. 

"Gentlemen," Larry astutely declared, "this is going to be a great party." 

He ran to the second bus and banged on the door. 

When the driver opened the door, Larry jumped up the steps and went down the 
aisle tapping girls on the shoulder and saying, "You, you, you, you." 

The regulars were already up and moving toward the door. Larry slapped the 
driver on the back as he exited and said., "Thanks." 

The happy throng moved through the streets making a boisterous merriment 
that brought many people to their windows. Seeing that it was the local 
footballers, they pulled then-heads in and went back to whatever it was that 
previously occupied them. 

They crowded into Bob's house. Mrs. Rothman met them at the door. 

"Your father called me from the game. He knew there was going to be a 
party," she announced, "so he had some beer sent over. It's downstairs in 
the refrigerator so you kids go ahead and have a good time." 

The small mob gave Mrs. Rothman their very best West End 'rah', shaking the 
whole house, then descended into the darkness of the playroom. There was one 
girl who had not been invited but had somehow managed to get caught in the 
crowd, Margery Blodgett. She was never invited to the parties. She was a 
pudgy little girl and she stood out in a pudgy crowd. 

Today, Margery had made it this far. She was in on the West End victory 
party and she 'rah'ed' louder than anyone else. 

Larry shouted to Bob to call the deli and have them deliver all kinds of 
goodies. Sue was already piling on a stack of records and the crowd was 
mulling about, jockeying for position near the bedroom. 

"Man, I should have brought that chick from Wakefield," Speedy cried. 

"What for?" asked the Moose. "You got enough here to pick from." 

"Oh, these things," frowned Speedy. "I want something fresh." 

"You know what the record says," said Moose. 

"Fuck what the record says," Skeeter spat and huffed over to the 
refrigerator. He pulled out a couple of cans of beer, threw one to Larry, 
one to Moose, one to Bob, and one to Lonnie. 

Skeeter was busy chatting to one of the girls who sat in the corner. As he 
talked, he leaned over her, his hands on her thighs. The girl giggled as he 
whispered in her ear. 

Speedy came out from behind the bar, dancing, asked Sharon to dance, and 
spun out into the center of the floor. As he moved, he drank his beer, 
sipping, turning, sipping. 

Sue waited for everyone to get settled before she started to do her act. She 
had gained the reputation as West End's fastest stripper and she went all 
out to keep her reputation intact. Bob stopped her, though. Amidst a rising 
of boos, he had to explain that he was waiting for the man from the deli. 

Bob was saved from being inundated with growing hisses by his mother's 
voice. 

"Bob," she called, "the man is here from the deli." 

Smugly, Bob surveyed the crowd and turned up the stairs. He returned with a 
large box of munchies and crunchies. He appointed two of the girls to put 
the things in bowls. He asked Larry to help him bring down the beer and 
sodas. 

The party went into high gear and Sue began her strip in earnest. Bob made 
sure the upstairs door was closed so that the noise and hurrahs would not 
drift up to his mother's ears. 

Along the sides of the room, the u s trying to convince some of the other 
girls to join in the strip. 

"Go on Laura," Lonnie urged. "You got a better shape than Sue. Go ahead." 

"Not me," she said. "I can't do it." 

"Whattaya mean, you can't do it?" Lonnie growled. "All you gotta do is take 
off your clothes and wiggle around a little." 

He pushed Laura into the middle of the floor, but she ran back to the wall. 

Speedy got the same idea and pushed Sharon out. Sharon, too, ran back. 

Larry poked Bob in the ribs. 

"Do I see who I think I see?" he asked pointing to Margery. 

"What's she doing here?" Bob asked. 

"What's the difference," Larry said. "She might be more fun than all the 
rest." 

"Yeah," agreed Bob, rubbing his chin. 

He pulled Larry's arm and led him across the room to where Margety sat. He 
went to one side and Larry the other. 

"Hiya, Margery," said Bob. 

"Hi Bob," she answered. "You played a great game today." 

"Thanks Marg," he answered. 

"How're things Margery?" Larry asked. 

"Okay," she said. 

"Having a good time?" Larry asked. 

"Yeah, great," she answered. 

"How come you're not dancing?" he asked. 

"I don't feel like it," she said. 

"Want a dance with me?" Bob asked. 

"No, thanks," Margery answered. 

"Come on now," said Larry. "Since you're here, you have to party." 

"Well, okay Larry," she blushed. "I'll dance with you." 

Larry winked, looked at Bob, slowly held out his hand to Margery. She rose 
and followed him to the center of the floor. Along the side of the room, the 
guys all exchanged little snickers and amazed stares. 

Margery tucked her chin against Larry's chest. Her arms went around him and 
pulled him close. Larry looked over to his pals and shrugged his shoulders. 
They gave him the funniest look he had ever seen. 

Speedy ambled over, leaned on Larry's left shoulder and cooed in his ear, 
"Oh, Larry, you're so sweet." 

Laughing, he retreated to the others. 

"You were really great today, Larry," Margery whispered. "You really know 
football." 

"That's my sport," he said nonchalantly. 

"You must be strong," she said. "How can you stand to have all those big 
guys knocking you around like that?" 

"It's all in the game, " he said. "Besides, I only get hit when somebody 
else misses or if I take too long to throw the ball." 

"Gosh," she said, soft and low. "You're wonderful." 

Larry stood up, his arms resting casually on her shoulders. She moved easily 
as he led her around in slow circles. When he looked down, Larry discovered 
that she had closed her eyes. A faint smile curved the corners of her lips 
upward and she breathed evenly, though a little fast. 

"What made you come to the party today?" 

Larry asked. 

"I wanted to come to others," she said, "but I was never invited." 

"I thought you liked to spend all your time-in books and stuff like that," 
he said. 

"I do like books," she told him, "but I want to do other things, too." 

"What else you interested in?" Larry inquired. 

"Oh, lots of things," she answered. "Most of the things any girl is 
interested in." 

"Like boys?" he asked. 

Margery took her time in answering his last question. She lifted her soft, 
pudgy face, tilted her head to one side. Her smile was interestingly bright. 

"Yes," she said. "Maybe one or two." 

Larry pushed himself away from her a little. He saw something in her eyes. 
She closed the gap between them by leaning her head to his chest again. She 
tugged him a little closer. The music faded, the record ended. She let her 
arms linger around him until he stepped back. 

Larry led Margery back to the couch and excused himself. Margery's face 
radiated as the dashing young quarterback took his long swaggering strides 
across the room. He stopped at the bar to get a beer. Leaning against it, he 
turned and looked at the round little girl he had just left. Something 
inside made him laugh silently when he caught her glancing in his direction. 

Bob leaned against the bar and patted Larry on the shoulder. 

"Well, looks like you got yourself a sweetheart," he chuckled. 

"Just what I been waiting for," Larry mused. 

"I can't understand her turning me down for you," laughed Bob. "What you got 
that I ain't?" 

"It must be my good looks," Larry quipped. "Oh, said Bob, "I thought it was 
something serious." 

Larry moved toward Donna and Sharon. They stood near the record player, 
swaying in time to the music. He put his hands on Donna's arm and she turned 
quickly. Her eyes searched the quarterback's face. In a slightly angry tone, 
Donna said, "You are really no good. Putting poor Margery on like that." 

"What are you talking about?" quizzed Larry. 

"You know what I mean," Donna scowled. "Dancing close to her and laughing 
over her shoulder." 

"Hey, I asked her to dance and we danced," said Larry. "If she thought 
anything else was going onit was only in her own head." 

"Oh, you guys are just terrible," she frowned. 

"Now wait a minute," he retorted angrily. "If a guy asks you to dance at a 
party, does it mean that he's trying to put the make on you?" 

"No, not all the time," Donna answered. 

"Okay, so nobody else was dancing with her. Look, she's just sitting there 
all by herself. If you're so worried about somebody taking advantage of her, 
why ain't you over there being buddy-buddy with her?" Larry harped. 

Donna again fixed her eyes on his. She apologized. 

Larry pulled her to him and turned her around to the tempo of the pulsing 
music. Her expression turned to happy laughter as she swiveled her hips, her 
hands held tightly in Larry's. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Sue ran around the room, naked and happy. Her bare body attracted no 
particular attention among the regulars, but she constantly made Margery 
blush. Moose sat on the arm of the couch, leaned into Margery's ear and 
asked her if she wanted to join the fun and do a strip. Margery, turning 
beet red, buried her head in her chest. Moose got up, laughing uproariously, 
and grabbed Sue. 

Moose's hands ran over Sue's bared behind. 

He pinched her ass cheeks and let his middle finger cut a trail up the slit 
from the shadowed curve that went down between her legs up to the base of 
her spine. Sue shivered and laughed hard. She turned around, threw her arms 
around the Moose's neck and rubbed her bushy, bristling cunt mound against 
him. Moose arched his back and pushed his pelvis forward. Sue dropped her 
arms and backed away. 

"Not yet, Moosey," she teased and turned a full circle in the middle of the 
floor. 

"You just let me know when you're ready," he laughed, turning his beer up to 
his head. 

Feet shuffled over the tiled floor. Small groups spoke in whispers. An 
occasional outburst of laughter crashed against the ceiling and fell back 
into the crowd. Margery's eyes darted back and forth, but she didn't move 
from her spot on the couch. 

Larry told Donna and Sharon to go sit with the lonesome looking Margery, 
keep her company, make her get up and dance. They danced away from him, and 
he watched as they fell on either side of the plump, innocent, lost, little 
girl. 

Snapping his fingers, Larry moved around the room, chatting in one group and 
moving onto another. From time to time, he gave a look in the direction of 
the couch. Donna and Sharon were still talking with Margery, but she hadn't 
gotten up yet. Larry thought for a moment, slammed his beer can down on a 
table and walked back to the couch. 

"How's it going?" he asked. 

"Fine," said Donna. 

"Great party," Margery added. 

Larry turned around to sit, and Sharon made room for him next to Margery. He 
settled into the thick, downy cushion. Margery shifted slightly as he got 
comfortable. She pressed her dress smooth, uncrossed her legs and turned her 
bright face toward the quarterback. 

"You stopped dancing?" asked Larry. 

"Yes," she said. "I'm having fun just sitting here." 

"You don't want to dance?" he asked. "Maybe later," she said, glancing 
around the room. 

Larry cleared his throat. He looked at Donna on the other side of Margery. 
His eyes moved from her face to the floor and back. 

"Why don't we all dance together," suggested Donna. "Come on Marge, dance 
with me and Sharon." 

"Well, okay," said the plump little girl. 

The three girls got up to dance and Larry sank a little further into the 
cushion. He crossed his legs and watched as the girls whirled and dipped and 
swayed to the music. Margery turned her eyes to him each time she turned, 
little flecks of light bouncing on her molded cheeks. 

One record ended and another began. The girls continued to dance. Larry 
climbed up from the couch and joined them, dancing around amidst the three 
girls. As the music churned on, Speedy and Lonnie joined him. As they paired 
off, Speedy pulled Margery around. They became a large circle, and grew 
larger as the others in the room came to join their merriment. Margery's 
tufted round cheeks flushed scarlet. She was having the best time she had 
ever had. 

Someone offered her a beer and Margery accepted. She continued to swirl and 
dip, sipping from the can, laughing with the others. 

Larry danced out of the crowd. He leaned against the wall. Sue's nakedness 
had diminished in importance. No one seemed to pay any particular attention 
to it, they were so busily involved in having a good time. Larry moved back 
into the group and resumed his dancing happy frolic. 

The last record dropped, whirled, and ended. When the machine stopped, 
Margery leaned against Larry, her face aglow with excitement. 

"Oh, man, what a time," she liltingly commented. 

Larry looked bemusedly down at this pudgy little girl who was singling him 
out. 

"Yeah," he said. "We have fun like this all the time." 

"I wish I could come to more of your parties," she said. 

"Why don't you?" Larry dropped offhandedly. 

"I will," sue said, "if I'm invited." 

"Consider yourself invited," he said. 

Suddenly, Margery stood on her toes and planted a fast peck on Larry's 
cheek. Larry quickly looked around to see if the kiss had been noticed by 
any of his friends. 

"No need for any of that," he said. 

Margery stepped back, lowered her head and brushed at her dress front. 

Larry shifted from one foot to the other. He searched the room for an excuse 
to get away from her. She was beginning to make him regret his earlier 
kindness. 

"Excuse me," he said. "I'm going to get a drink." 

Margery turned back to Sharon and Donna. The girls were busily talking to 
Speedy and Lonnie. Margery stood and listened for a minute, but the 
conversations were not the kind she was used to hearing. She-retreated to 
the couch. 

"Listen, Donna," Speedy said. "I think it's time for a little action. How 
about me and you making it to the bedroom?" 

"Not yet, Speedy," she answered. "I want to dance a little bit more before I 
get down to any of that." 

"We can snatch a little bit and come back and dance," he said. 

"Later Speedy, please?" she responded. 

"Okay, okay," said Speedy. He turned the beer can up and discovered that it 
was empty. He tossed the can at Bon and yelled, "Think fast!" Bob caught it 
and hooked it into the waste basket. 

Bob was busy trying to convince Sharon that the time had come for a little 
bedroom action. She, like Donna, wanted to enjoy the dancing and music 
before she got down to any screwing. 

"I'm warming up," she said. "But the time I get ready for that, I'll be in 
good shape." 

Margery rubbed her hands along her thighs as she sat listening to the light 
tones with which her peers spoke of partaking in sex. An ache developed in 
the space between her legs. 

The Moose and Bob were the first to go into the bedroom. They took Sue in 
with them. They didn't close the door. From her seat, Margery could see the 
two boys drop then-pants. She drew in her breath when they exposed their 
thick fat penises. The three bodies made themselves comfortable on the bed. 
Sue nestled between the Moose and Bob. 

Bob took the front and the Moose took the back. Sue stretched one leg up to 
the ceiling as the two throbbing pricks banged into her two holes. Margery 
clutched at her crotch. She could see Sue digging her fingers into Bob's 
muscular arms. She could see the three bodies rocking together as if 
perfectly timed. Without her knowing it, Margery's legs parted. 

Between records, the sound of Sue's moans and and groans filtered into the 
room and pounded into Margery's inner ear. Her heart raced faster and 
faster. She pressed her clenched fists deeper into her crotch, pushing her 
chubby knuckles against the fat rise of her love mound. Blood pulsed thickly 
in her veins. 

Again the music paused. This time, Margery heard Sue urge the two boys to 
"fuck me harder, fuck me harder." 

Margery closed her eyes, trying to imagine what it felt like to be locked in 
the embrace of two brutish, muscular sales and have them drive all their 
thick, heavy meat into her from two directions. Her breast began to rise and 
fall, faster than the tempo of the music. 

Margery's knees drifted further apart. Her hands drove deeper into her 
cushiony soft crotch. When Sharon touched her shoulder, Margery felt a 
strange wetness seep out from her maiden passage. She dazedly looked up. 
Sharon looked into her glassy eyes, asked her what was the matter. 
Uncomfortable with the wetness in her panties, Margery fidgeted. She moodily 
replied, "Nothing." 

"Do you want a soda or something?" Sharon asked. 

"Yes, I'd like one," Margery answered. 

"Well, walk me over to the bar," Sharon said. 

Margery didn't really want to get up. She ached all over from the sudden 
strange eruption that had taken place in her loins. As she rose, 
reluctantly, she felt the wetness spread out in her panties. She wanted to 
pull the sticky fabric away from her skin, but she was too embarrassed to do 
so. As she followed Sharon across the floor, she cast her glance downward. 

"How do you like it so far?" Sharon asked as she handed Margery a soda. 

"I really like it," Margery replied. 

"Ever make it with a guy?" Sharon asked. 

"Who me?" Margery squeaked. 

"Yeah. Did you ever ball a guy?" she repeated. 

"No, not yet," Margery answered. "Have you?" 

"In a way," was Sharon's answer. 

"I don't understand what you mean." Margery was puzzled. 

"Well, since I don't want to take a chance and get pregnant, I do it a 
different way. All the girls do," said Sharon. "I'm not a virgin any more, 
but I don't screw around either. I get my kicks up the back." 

Margery looked at Sharon, her mouth agape. She didn't know if she should 
believe what she was being told. 

"Do you do it like Sue?" the incredulous Margery asked. 

"Not as much as Sue," Sharon pointedly answered. 

"She really looked like she was enjoying it," the awed Margery exclaimed. 

"Probably she is enjoying it," said Sharon. "Come on, let's go see what 
they're up to." 

Margery tripped along behind Sharon. They stopped at the door to the 
bedroom. Margery gasped when she saw that Bob and Moose were no longer on 
the bed with Sue, but Lonnie and 

Speedy. 

"Wasn't Speedy just asking you and Lonnie was asking Donna?" she queried. 

"Yeah. That happens all the time," Sharon told her. "I might make it with 
one of them later, or Larry. 

Margery perked when she heard Larry's name. She felt a strange ache, the 
same strange ache that made her spill in her pants. She looked around the 
room, but she didn't see him. She turned back to view the bouncing, rolling 
bodies on the bed. 

Margery looked on, aghast at the sight of Lonnie's long penis slithering in 
and out of Sue's curly haired cunt. Sue held him by his ass, pulling him 
into her. From the rear, she saw Speedy's prick emerge and disappear into 
the gulf of Sue's wide hips. He had his hands cupped around Sue's breasts. 
Sue tossed her head wildly about as Lonnie and Speedy thrust toward each 
other. 

Sue's throaty whisper rose, seeming to scratch its way out of her throat. 

"Speedy, Speedy," she moaned. "Harder, Speedy. No, don't hurt me. Don't hurt 
me. Oh yeah, that's it." 

Sharon turned to Margery. 

"That gets me hotter than hell," she told her chubby companion. "I'm ready 
to ball right now. How about you?" 

"I never did it," Margery said. 

"Oh, I forgot," said Sharon, looking around. She saw Skeeter drinking in a 
corner. She called out to him. He got up and came across the room. When he 
looked into the bedroom, he dropped the can on the floor. He reached into 
his pants and pulled out his penis. Sharon held the penis in her hands as 
Skeeter lifted her skirt and slid her panties down. Sharon let Skeeter rub 
the head of his penis over her warm, soft box, but she turned around and 
spread her cheeks when he asked if he could stick it in her. 

Right there beside them, Margery felt as if she would melt. She leaned 
against the wall. Beside her, Sharon leaned also, but Sharon was leaning to 
give her support to thrust her hips back at the penis that filled her anus. 

Once he had penetrated into Sharon's rectum, Skeeter attempted to put his 
hand under Margery's dress. She rolled out of his reach, panting loudly. 

Everyone coupled. Margery saw herself caught in the orgy. She wanted to have 
someone penetrate into her, spread her limbs and bust that thin skin that 
kept her juices within, allowing only a trickle to flow, even in all the 
heat of the room. She wanted Larry to pop her open. She roamed the room, 
stepping around the fusing bodies, closing her eyes to their enjoyment, 
wanting to but holding out in the hopes that Larry would come and take her. 

Margery circled the room, taking in the sight of all her companions being 
porked in the can. She made her way to the couch, raised her dress to her 
waist and covered her thick, bunchy crotch with her hands. She held herself 
tightly. The sighs and moans of pleasure filled the air around her. She 
witnessed guys pulling out of rectums and going to the bedroom for a turn 
balling Sue. Her head reeled under the pain of unsatisfied lust. She wanted 
it so bad. 

Larry came down the stairs with Connie. She was rearranging her skirt as she 
descended the stairs. Margery spread her legs as wide as she could get them 
and exposed her tight crack to Larry's view as he entered the room. He 
walked across the room toward her. He got closer. 

A hand reached out, and Sharon pulled him around to her. Larry turned to 
Sharon and ran his hands over her bare ass cheeks. She reached inside his 
pants and groped for his penis. When her eager fingers found his thick 
prick, she pulled it out and kissed it. Larry held her by her hair as she 
bent to her knees. She took his penis into her jaws and sucked hard. She 
slid the penis in and out of her jaws. Margery sank into the cushions. She 
let her fingers play around the rigid lips of her yearning, hot pussy. Her 
idol was being sucked off in front of her very eyes and she sat there dying 
to have him sink himself into her. 

Sharon took the thick penis down to her palate. Larry stood over her, 
rocking back and forth. Sharon ran her tongue along the throbbing vein and 
down to the zipper of his pants. She nibbled on the round fat tip. Larry 
bucked and shot a hot load of sperm into her jaws. Sharon took the fluid 
into her jaws, still nursing on the penis. She held the penis until it 
started to either. Sharon rose to her feet. She tucked the shrinking penis 
back into Larry's pants. Larry patted her smooth round ass and she skipped 
across the floor to the bar. Margery wanted to cry out to Larry, but she lay 
there, her legs wide, her fingers searching, her heart racing, her mind 
reeling. Larry walked to the door of the bedroom. 

"Hey, man, how's stuff?" he called to Lonnie and Speedy. 

"This thing is good tonight," said Speedy. 

"It ain't bad from this end either," added Lonnie. 

"Save me a little taste," Larry said and turned to the bar. 

Margery thought that he might turn toward her. Her heart sank as he angled 
off toward the bar. As he walked around the humping couples, he patted an 
ass here, another ass there. 

Connie handed him a beer as he approached the bar. He took the can and 
turned it up. He took a good long drink, smacked his lips, brought it down. 
He leaned forward in whispered conversation with Connie and Sharon. Unable 
to take it any longer, Margery got up, lowered her dress and walked up the 
stairs to the back yard. In the chilled autumn air, she breathed, wiped the 
tiny tracks of tears from her cheeks and left. 

Larry saw Lonnie as he emerged from the bedroom and quickstepped across the 
room. He lowered his pants and sat on the bed while Speedy exhausted 
himself. 

"I hope this thing ain't all wet and stretched out," Larry said, lifting one 
of Sue's legs to examine the cunt he was about to get into. 

Sue, her hands fastened tightly on the bedcover, looked up and replied to 
his query, "You ought to get to it a little earlier, like first, if you want 
the best part." 

"Never mind," he said, "be thankful I want any at all." 

"Dig you," she retorted. 

Larry rested on his elbows and let his feet dangle over the edge of the bed. 

"It'll be all yours in a minute," Speedy puffed. 

"Take your time," Larry answered. 

Larry reclined fully then sat up abruptly. He got up from the bed, pulled 
his pants up, fastened his fly. 

"Where are you going?" Sue called out. 

"Out for some air," Larry told her. 

"But Speedy is almost done," she intoned. 

"So?" asked Larry. 

"Aren't you going to make love to me?" Sue asked in a whimpering voice. 

"I don't think so," he replied. 

Speedy rammed himself into Sue's rectum and exploded. He let out a heavy 
sigh and sank, exhausted, onto the bed. 

Larry looked at Sue, smirked, and went back into the party room. Sue walked 
out into the room behind him. 

"What's the matter with you?" she asked, trailing him across the room. 

Larry stopped. Sue came face to face with him. She looked deep into his eyes 
and found in them nothing. Nothing she wanted to see. She clenched her fists 
and held them close to her side. 

"Next time," .she said bluntly, "make sure I'm first." 

With a shrug on his shoulders, he left her standing there. She stomped her 
foot and went back to the bedroom. 

Those who had gotten their fill of fucking went back to dancing. Others 
tried to get it off again. A few sat around smoking and talking. 

Larry picked up his satchel. He planted short kisses on the cheeks of Connie 
and Sharon. Moose caught him and asked why he was leaving so early. 

"In a few minutes, everybody will sit down and fall into daydreams," said 
Larry. "Bet you five bucks." 

"Oh, no," said Moose. "We're gonna party for a long time." 

"Take a look," said Larry, waving his hand into the room. 

True to his word, most of the people were standing or sitting around. 

Without any further words, he mounted the stairs and headed for home. 

Sharon and Connie ran up the stairs behind him. They asked him to wait a 
minute nd they'd walk with him. He dropped his bag and waited while they 
went down for their things. The air was cool and crisp. Larry pulled up the 
zipper on his jacket. The girls came up and they all started off. In their 
short skirts, the girls were caught by the chilly winds. They huddled close 
to Larry as they walked. 

At the candy store, they parted and Larry went on his way. He looked in the 
store window and saw Margery sitting alone. He wondered what she was doing 
there, but he didn't stop to ask. 

Larry walked slowly. The weight of his football gear and the effects of the 
party and the brew had sapped much of his energy. He wasn't even cognizant 
of the footsteps behind him until a voice called out his name. 

"What are you doing here?" Larry asked as Margery ran up to him. 

"I was sitting in the candy store and when I came out I saw you," she said. 
"Since I was going home, I thought you wouldn't mind if I walked along with 
you." 

Larry looked around. Seeing her in the candy store was a surprise, she was 
hardly ever in the candy store and now, her coming up to him was an even 
bigger shock. 

"Yeah, okay," he said, "but I only live up the block a little ways." 

"I know," she said. 

Larry walked along silently. Margery tucked her head into the collar of her 
jacket. She, too, was silent. As they approached Larry's building, she 
walked a little slower, causing Larry to slow alongside her. 

"This is where I live," he said, dropping his satchel to the ground. 

"I know," she said. 

"Well, see you later," he said, and started up the stairs. 

Margery stood still, the wind whistling around her. As Larry neared the top 
of the stairs, she ran up, pushed him into the doorway and crushed her lips 
on his. 

Caught off guard, Larry was pinned for a moment. He recovered and pushed her 
away. 

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he shouted. 

"Please," she begged, "don't be mad, but I just wanted you to touch me. I 
saw you with all those girls," she added, "and I wanted you to touch me." 

"Are you crazy or something?" he asked. "You better go home. I think you 
drank too much beer." 

Margery's eyes began to fill. Larry shook his head. What had he done to 
deserve this, he asked himself. 

"Look," he said, "why don't you go home and read a book. Tomorrow you'll 
feel a lot better." 

"I won't feel better," she sobbed. She tried to lean against him, but Larry 
moved away. 

He started for the stairs but she caught his sleeve. 

"Listen," he said, "I don't want to hurt your feelings. I really think you 
ought to go home." 

Margery's wet eyes turned up in the dim light of the hallway. 

"Just touch me," she pleaded, "just touch me." 

"What are you talking about?" he asked. 

"You know what I mean," she replied. 

"I wouldn't ask if I knew what you meant," he returned. 

The plump little girl lifted the front of her dress. Her heavy thighs were 
pressed close together. She parted her legs and looked longingly into 
Larry's eyes. 

"Just rub it a little," she pleaded. 

Larry couldn't believe it. What was happening in this chick's mind? 

Margery stretched the elastic waistband of her panties away from her rolled 
and tufted belly. She pulled on the band and tugged the panties down a ways. 

"You're kidding," Larry said. 

"No, I'm not," she answered. 

"Well what do you expect me to do?" he asked. 

"What you did to Connie and Sharon," she replied. 

"Hah, you gotta be kidding." He laughed. 

"I'm not kidding," she reiterated. "I want you, I want you to touch me." 

Larry reached down and took up his bag. He pushed his way around the pudgy 
girl and mounted the stairs. At the top of the first landing, he turned. She 
was still standing there, gazing upward, forlorn, silver tear trails 
streaking down her cheeks. 

"You better go home," he said. "You don't really want to do that." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Larry and Skeeter walked out of the locker room and jogged out to the field. 
The girls waved to them from the quad as they passed the fence. Skeeter 
stopped, took a bow, and ran to catch up to Larry. 

Coach Hadley paced back and forth as he waited for his team to assemble. He 
didn't take his usual head count, he just waited until it looked as though 
they were all there, and began a new version of his old pep talk. 

"Well, boys, that was good win over Wakefield on Saturday," he said, "but 
the toughest game of the season is coming up. Not the toughest team but the 
toughest game. It's the toughest because it is the last game before the city 
championship begins. I don't need to tell you that we have to win. We have 
to win big. I won't worry about the championships yet. Let me hear you say 
you're gonna win!" he encouraged. 

His team gave him a rousing "We're gonna win! Yeeaah, fight!" Hadley threw 
the football to Larry. 

"Okay, let's get these drills over with and work on a few new plays," he 
said. 

The boys were enthusiastic about the coming game and ran through their 
drills as if they were actually playing the last game of the season. Coach 
Hadley looked on, extremely satisfied that his boys were really high on 
spirit. 

When the team moved out for the mock game, the contact was hard and sharp. 
The offense charged with true winning form. The defense hit hard, followed 
the plays, and never let up in their pursuit. 

The cheerleaders were done early and they came to the sidelines to watch the 
action. Margery also came to watch the action. She stood with the 
cheerleaders. She shouted and cheered as if she had been on the sidelines 
the whole season. 

Speedy came into the huddle and asked 

Larry if he knew who was out there cheering. 

"Who?" asked Larry. 

"Chubby Margery," Speedy said. 

"You're shittin' me," Larry said. 

"No bull," said Skeeter. "Out there jumpin' around and shouting. Party must 
have blown her mind." 

"I didn't think she'd show up again," Larry told his friend. 

Coach Hadley blew his whistle. 

"What's holding up the game?" he called. 

"Twenty seven on two," Larry called. 

The hands clapped, the feet scurried, the ball was placed, snapped. Larry 
took the hand-off and fell back a few yards. He sailed a pass to Lonnie. 
Lonnie took the pass and dashed downfield. It was a good call. 

Coach Hadley blew his whistle. He ran out on the field. 

"What the devil's the matter with you guys?" he scolded. "A simple pass play 
like that and you let it get by you! I want you on your toes all the time. 
Keep your eye on the ball!" 

He blew his whistle and walked back to the sidelines. Larry called another 
pass play to Lonnie. 

As Lonnie ran under the ball, Big Bob drifted along with him. When the ball 
touched Lonnie's fingertips, Big Bob crashed into his legs. The ball bounced 
off the field. 

"That's the way to hit!" yelled Coach Hadley. 

Lonnie rolled over. Big Bob pulled himself up. 

"Damn, Bob," Lonnie said, frowning, "you don't have to break my fuckin' 
leg." 

"Sorry, Lonnie. I was really into the play. Got a little carried away," Bob 
told his friend and offered him a hand up. 

Larry checked the sidelines while he waited for his teammates to come back 
into the huddle. Sure as hell, Margery was there with the other girls, 
jumping up and down, her fat breasts bouncing loosely in front of her. 

He shook his head as he leaned into the huddle. He called a running play and 
they ran to the line. He handed off to Speedy, Speedy crashed into the line 
and ground out a few yards. 

Larry called another ground play and handed off to Skeeter. Skeeter beat a 
hole in the defensive line and made a few yards. 

Coach Hadley blew the whistle and called the team to the sidelines. 

"All right, fellas," he said. "One more play and practice is over for the 
day." 

He pulled a chart from his pocket and placed it on the ground in front of 
him. 

"Make a little circle around here so you can all see this," he told the 
players. 

The boys moved in closer. 

"Now, this play is a little something I got from the pros. It's the halfback 
option." 

He went over the diagram with the offensive team. Speedy and Skeeter 
exchanged headshakes. Larry checked over the diagram. He looked up at 
Skeeter. 

"Okay, let's give it a try," the coach said. 

The team moved out onto the field. Larry went over the diagram and barked 
out the signal. He back peddaled and flipped the ball to Skeeter. Skeeter 
faked a run and tossed a pass out to Lonnie. 

The defense was caught completely off guard. Lonnie galloped into the end 
zone. 

Coach Hadley threw his hat into the air. He ran out onto the field to 
congratulate his players. 

"That was great, boys, just great," he said. "We'll work on it tomorrow 
again and I think we'll spring it in the game next Saturday." 

The team headed for the lockers. Larry and Skeeter walked along slowly. 

"That's some play," said Skeeter. "That ought to shake the drawers right off 
then-defense." 

"Old Hadley can come up with some goodies," said Larry. 

The girls were coming down the path behind them, so Larry and Skeeter raced 
to the lockers so they'd be dressed to walk home when the girls came out. 

Margery went into the girls' locker room along with Sharon and Donna. She 
sat around, watching the supple young bodies as they pranced around, drawing 
on their undies, giggling, talking about how big their boyfriends were. 

Margery was happy to see Sharon and Donna fully dressed. She opened the door 
and stepped into the corridor. Sharon and Donna .asked if she wanted to go 
to the candy store with them and she accepted gladly. 

Skeeter and Larry joined Bob and Lonnie on the walk to the candy store. In 
front of them, Sharon and Donna walked with Margery. 

"What you think of that play?" Skeeter asked Bob. 

"Really caught me going to wrong way," said Bob. "Glad I'll be on your side 
at the game." 

They talked football until they reached the candy store. Larry stopped short 
when he saw Margery go in. When he reached the door, he looked in to see 
where she was sitting. He moved in behind Bob and Lonnie and sat on the 
stool nearest the door. 

The girls talked loudly. Bob and Lonnie walked to where they sat. 

"What's happenin', everybody?" Lonnie asked the group. 

The girls looked up and waved. 

"How's it going, Margery?" Big Bob asked. 

"Okay," she answered. 

"How'd you like the party?" he asked. 

"It was fun," she replied. 

"Coming to the next one?" he queried. 

"I don't know," she answered. 

"You should," he said, "it's really going to be a goodie." 

"I'll see after the game," she said, and looked at the other girls. 

"Hay, maybe we can get something going," Bob said, his voice suggesting what 
she wanted. But he wasn't the right person. 

"Cut out, Bob," Sharon interrupted. 

"What's your problem?" he asked. 

"Just cut out," she said, twisting her straw in her hand. 

'"Scuse me for living," he said, and turned his attention to Donna. 

Donna shot him daggers and Bob moved back to where Larry and Skeeter were 
sitting. 

"Man, those chicks must be on the rag," he said to Larry. 

"What's the matter?" Larry asked. 

"Man, I was talking to Margery and Sharon butts in and comes out with the 
ice," he said. "Then Donna gave me the ice. Too much for me." 

"What were you saying to them?" Larry inquired. 

"I was just puttin' Margery on," said Bob. 

Larry drank his soda. "That's probably why," he told Bob. "I wouldn't worry 
about it." 

Bob sat down and ordered a soda. Larry got up and left them still sipping. 
He and Skeeter went down to Skeeter's house and sat way up on the stoop, out 
of the wind. 

"Did I tell you about Margery?" Larry asked. 

"No. What about her?" asked Skeeter. "That crazy chick followed me home 
after the party and tried to get me to ball her," he told his friend. 

"Why didn't you?" Skeeter asked. 

"Are you crazy?" Larry retorted. 

"Shit, ain't nothin' but another little piece," Skeeter told him. 

"That's what you think," said Larry. 

"Turn her over to the boys," said Skeeter. 

"Okay, buddy, she's yours. You can have it," Larry told him. 

As they hunched their shoulders against the chilly night, they could hear 
shrill female voices coming up the block. Skeeter stood up and checked. It 
was Sharon and Margery. 

"I wonder if the super is downstairs," Skeeter mused. 

"What you got in mind?" Larry asked. 

"Sharon and your love are comin' down the block," Skeeter told him. 

"Oh no!" Larry groaned. He stood up and then ducked down again. 

"What you worrying about?" asked Skeeter. "I'll take chubby if you want me 
to." 

"I ain't up for no action tonight. I'll duck in the hallway and you can take 
them both downstairs," said Larry as he crawled into the hallway and started 
up the stairs. 

Skeeter called out to the girls as they started past the stoop. They stopped 
and came up. Skeeter placed his open palm on Sharon's ass. He invited them 
down to his cellar. Margery declined, saying she had to go home for dinner. 
Unwittingly, Skeeter told her she could miss a meal. 

Realizing his blunder, he apologized and made his invitation again. Sharon 
considered it, looked at Margery and changed her mind. Skeeter pressed the 
issue. Sharon reconsidered. 

"Aw, stay for a while," she said to Margery. "You don't have to do 
anything." 

"I don't know," Margery frowned. "I think I ought to go." 

"I have to wait for Larry," Skeeter said. "You might as well come on down 
with us. I wouldn't want to sit out here and wait. You can wait for Sharon 
inside." 

Skeeter waited for the reaction to Larry's name, but Margery remained calm. 
She did, however, agree to wait for Sharon. 

Skeeter got up and led the girls down into the cellar. He switched on the 
tiny light in the storage room. Sharon sat on the bed, Margery remained 
standing. Skeeter sat down next to Sharon and began to kiss and pet her. 
Sharon submitted to his hands. She parted her legs and let his hand grope 
around in her warm crotch. He leaned her back and lifted her skirt. 

Sharon slithered out of her panties. Skeeter kept an eye on Margery. She 
stood against the wall, just inside the door, watching as Skeeter prepared 
to butt-fuck Sharon. 

Sharon rolled over on her stomach and raised her knees. Skeeter placed his 
prick at the entrance to her rump. The glow of the tiny light cast an orange 
tone on her hole as he pushed into it. 

Margery held herself as Skeeter and Sharon began to bound up and down on the 
bed. She could feel each stroke of the heavy round prick as it entered and 
was pulled out of Sharon's rectum. 

Margery felt as if her own ass were being filled with the long, wet, 
slippery dick. She pushed harder against the wall. Skeeter rolled Sharon to 
her side. He covered her cunt with his left hand and held her breast with 
his right. Sharon's bushy box was exposed fully to Margery's view. Skeeter's 
finger slipped in and out of the dripping slit. Sharon closed her eyes and 
rocked her body harder and harder against Skeeter. Her mouth fell open as 
the feeling mounted in her. Low, tantalizing moans issued from her lips 

Margery squirmed against the wall. She leaned forward, getting a closer look 
at the grappling bodies. Her own body was beginning to twitch. An itch 
developed in her crotch. Unconsciously, her hand went to the itch and she 
scratched vigorously. Her hand lingered long after the itch had ended. 

Sharon threw her head back and begged Skeeter to stick his finger in deeper. 

"Make me come, make me come!" she pleaded. "Stick your finger up there! 
Harder, harder!" 

Plunging his penis into her rear, bouncing off her soft cushiony ass, 
Skeeter sank his finger up into the soppy socket. 

"Oh, that's damn good," she purred. "Do it, Skeeter! Do it!" 

Margery was getting weak in the knees. She wanted a taste of dick. She ached 
to be fucked. She wanted it so bad she could feel it where it wasn't. She 
lifted her skirt, sat down on the cot beside the bucking bodies, and ran her 
finger into her cunt, looking at Skeeter's fingers for pointers on making 
herself feel good. 

She leaned against the wall and let her finger do its work. Skeeter 
maneuvered Sharon on the cot so that he got closer to Margery. Margery's 
bulky thighs were spread at acute angles away from her puckery pink pussy 
hole. Skeeter released his hold on Sharon's tit and reached into the vast 
open area between Margery's thighs. She was not even aware that her fingers 
had been moved and replaced by those of the halfback. 

Skeeter nestled himself between the two girls still bucking into Sharon's 
ass, still running his slime-coated finger in and out of her dewy cunt, and 
proceeded to turn his free hand into another vehicle, to help Margery reach 
her goal. 

Soft, plump Margery rolled her round back against the wall. Skeeter couldn't 
get his finger very far into the tight panting pussy, but what he did get 
in, he worked well. He curled the finger inside the lips, pushed against her 
maidenhead, retreated and rubbed the tuberous mound of her clitoris. Margery 
went into a momentary ecstasy. 

She caught Skeeter's hand and pushed. She pushed so hard that Skeeter's 
finger bent against the thin, hard flesh protector of her love head. She 
murmured words of pleasure and pain simultaneously. A faint trickle of come 
made a slow path to the door of her love tunnel and dribbled over the edge. 

Sharon's voice roared out to announce the approach of a powerful bursting 
orgasm. Her cry was so filled with delight that Skeeter forgot Margery and 
turned all his attention to her. He raced himself in and out of the hot, 
perfumed rectum and beat out a strong pace in the pussy until she shot his 
hand full of her love juice. She relaxed her body, but kept her sweet ass in 
motion so that Skeeter might get his nuts off. 

Skeeter placed the sticky hand at the crook of her thigh and held on tight. 
He bucked himself into the hole and dashed up the tunnel. His knees bent, 
his shoulders rounded and he leaned into her. In a few minutes, he had 
reached the end of the run and he gave off a strong, animal growl. Sharon 
emitted a low, satisfied "Ohhhh!" as she felt his seminal fluids fill her 
anal cavity. 

"Oh gosh," Sharon sighed heavily, "that was good! I hope I made you feel as 
good as you did me," she said to Skeeter. 

"Shit, if I felt any better I'd be flying," he replied. 

They both looked at Margery. She lay propped against the wall, a distant 
look in her eyes. 

Skeeter pulled himself out of Sharon's ass and moved a little closer to the 
entranced plump Margery. He placed a hand on her heavy thigh, and she 
brushed it away. He shrugged his shoulders and straightened himself up 
behind Sharon. Sharon reached down to retrieve her panties. 

Looking up as she pulled her underwear over her knees, Sharon saw Larry 
standing in the door. At the same time, Skeeter noticed him. 

"Hey, come on in," Sharon called to him. 

"Where you been hidin'? " asked Skeeter. 

Margery looked up, saw Larry, and started to pull her skirt down. She pulled 
it up again, closed her knees, and reopened them. Larry glanced at her and 
turned his attention to Skeeter. 

"How'd you do?" he asked. 

"Not so good," said Skeeter. "I guess you'll have to do it." 

"What are you talking about?" quizzed Sharon. 

"A little something I had to do earlier," lied Skeeter. 

"I'm not going to," said Larry. "I'll wait 'til you're in better form." 

"Ha!" Skeeter laughed. 

Margery turned to expose more of her willing love wilderness to the 
quarterback, but he walked further into the room and sat on the cot, the 
other end of the cot. Sadly, Margery lowered her skirt. A lone hot tear made 
its way down ha cheek, dangled on her chin, and dropped to her chest. 

Sharon, having enjoyed herself, suggested that they try a double. 

"Come on," she urged. "Maybe Margery might want to get in on the fun." 

"What do you think about it, Larry?" Skeeter asked. 

"I don't think Margery wants to do any such thing, and besides I can only 
stay for a few minutes," said Larry. 

Cocking her head to one side, Sharon asked, "Since when?" 

Larry got up and walked back to the door. He surveyed the room and 
disappeared into the darkness. Margery closed her eyes, the saline liquid 
streaking down her cheek. 

Skeeter scooted to the edge of the bed, stood and pulled his pants up. He 
looked for the super's shirt but it was gone. He reached into his pocket for 
his hankie and found he hadn't one. 

"Ready to go?" Sharon asked her pudgy companion. 

Not looking up, Margery shook her head. 

Skeeter leaned to Margery's ear. As he whispered, he let warm streams of 
breath slip around her lobe. She listened intently and when he stuck the tip 
of his tongue in her ear, her eyes shut tight and she shivered from head to 
toe. He whispered something again, but she shook her head 'no.' 

Skeeter sighed, stood, placed his hands on his hips, and stared down at the 
round little girl. Sharon looked up at him, and they exchanged glances. She 
went back to arranging her clothes and he walked to the door. 

"Hurry up!" he called back into the room. 

"We're coming, we're coming," Sharon answered. 

Skeeter led the girls back to the upper floor and out to the street. After a 
brief exchange of words, Sharon and Margery descended the stairs and walked 
on up the block. Skeeter started up the stairs but stopped. Larry walked out 
of the shadows. 

"What the hell is the matter with you?" Skeeter asked, his voice breaking. 

"What you mean?" Larry retorted. 

"I mean, that chick was ready to fuck, if you said so, but you stood there 
like a dumbie," Skeeter harped. 

"I told you," said Larry. "I don't want any part of it." 

"Just 'cause you fuck 'em, you don't have to keep 'em," Skeeter told him. 

"Don't have to bother at all," Larry returned flatly. 

They walked back to the door. Larry stepped outside and stared up the block. 

"Guess I'll go home," he said. 

"To do your homework. I know," muttered Skeeter. 

"Absolutely right," laughed Larry and started down the stairs. 

"See you after school tomorrow," called 

Skeeter. 

"Yeah," said Larry. "Better be ready to throw the ball. Coach is really 
gonna work on that play." 

"I'll be ready," said Skeeter. 

Larry did give up the ball. Almost every play, he called the halfback option 
and lobbed the ball to Skeeter. It was developing into a reflex movement by 
the time Coach Hadley decided to blow his whistle. 

"Okay, okay," he yelled. "I know it's new, but don't forget to mix 'em up a 
little!" 

Larry switched signals, then fell back into the option play. Lonnie came 
into the huddle and asked Larry to call a few to the other side or a few 
running plays. He was getting tired of chasing those passes. 

By the end of practice, Skeeter was complaining about having to be the 
quarterback, only jokingly, and he and Larry engaged in a little playful 
shoving. Coach Hadley came onto the field for a last minute conference with 
the boys, but decided to drop it when the girls and their instructor showed 
up. 

"Okay, boys," he said. "That'll be all for the day." 

As they trotted to the lockers, the boys kept looking over their shoulders. 
They could see their coach, cap in hand, talking to the cheerleader 
instructor. They wondered if the coach was getting any. 

"Hey man, I threw that ball so much this afternoon, I feel like my arm is 
gonna fall off," Skeeter complained. 

"Give it a good pull tonight," said Larry. "That'll fix you right up." 

"What I don't need is a pulling," Skeeter laughed. 

On the way home, Larry and Skeeter ran into Margery. She walked alone, her 
books cradled in her arms, her arms held close to her breasts. She froze 
when she nearly bumped into them. 

"Hiya, Margery," Larry said. 

"How ya doin', Margery?" asked Skeeter. 

Margery stared at the ground. "I'm fine," she said. "How are you?" 

"Okay. Where you going with all those books?" asked Larry. 

"I have a lot of homework," she answered. 

"Coming out later?" asked Skeeter. 

"I don't think so," she answered. 

"If you do," Skeeter went on, "why don't you stop by the candy store? Maybe 
we can go down to my cellar." 

"I don't think I can make it," she replied. 

"Think about it," he said, turning to Larry, he asked, "You gonna stop by 
later?" 

"Yeah," said Larry. "I'll be by about seven." 

Margery looked up at the quarterback. She would drop her books and her 
panties right there if he told her to, but he wasn't going to, she resigned 
herself. 

"Well, I have to go," she said, and started off. 

After Margery had gotten a short distance away, Larry and Skeeter started to 
walk again. 

"Do you think she'll come to the candy store?" asked Skeeter. 

"What for?" retorted Larry. 

The two boys stopped at the candy store, sat for a while with their friends, 
and then left for home. At Skeeter's stoop, Larry said he'd be back later. 
Skeeter bounced up the stairs. 

"I'll see if the super left the door open," he called. "Wait a minute." 

Larry stood in the chill wind until Skeeter came back. 

"Yep, it's open," he said. "Wonder if we'll get any action tonight?" 

"Did you ever see a night when you couldn't get any if you wanted it?" Larry 
asked smartly. 

"Wouldn't it be something if they all had the rag at the same time?" asked 
Skeeter. 

"So what difference would it make?" asked Larry. 

"What would I do with my hands?" retorted Skeeter. 

"Hug a tit," was Larry's quick answer. "I been taking hand-offs all day," 
said Skeeter. 

"I'll see you later," Larry said, and started for home. 

Visions of the last game danced in Larry's head as he walked. The last game 
and the party that would follow it. If they won that game, there would be no 
end to the carrying on, he thought. He would make sure that the party was 
something special. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The team practiced hard all week long, including a last scrimmage the day 
before the final game. They had only to beat Northeastern and it was all 
over but the championships. When the team and the cheerleaders met at the 
bus, Coach Hadley called the guys together for a last minute session. 

"Fellas," he said, "this is the big one. This is the one that counts. Beat 
Northeastern today and we can almost be sure to win the city championships." 

A big smile covered his lined and joweley face. Another man had accompanied 
him, Mr. Fine, the guy who scouted all the other teams for West End. When 
Coach Hadley finished, Mr. Fine took over. 

"I've seen all the teams in the city," he said. "I want to tell you that 
you're already playing in the toughest league. If you win, there ain't a 
team in the city that can beat you, unless you lay down." He smiled and 
waited for reactions. 

The boys buzzed over the information and then boarded the bus. They were 
less noisy than usual. 

Once the game got underway, with the noise and excitement, Larry and his 
teammates began to get into the spirit of things. But they were having a 
hard time against the Northeastern defense. The first half ended in a 
nothing-nothing tie. 

The coach and Mr. Fine went over the plays with the guys in the locker room. 
When they went back to the field, Larry and Skeeter held a little 
conference. 

West End had the ball. Larry took the hand-off, moved back into the pocket 
and looked for an open receiver. Lonnie had gone down the sideline and was 
cutting in. The upstretched hands of the defenders prevented Larry from 
seeing his receiver clearly, so he jumped into the air, his arm cocked to 
fire. Just as he released the ball, the big hulking defensive end from 
Northeastern hugged him around his middle, pulled him to the ground, and 
covered him. 

The sudden weighty embrace stunned Larry. He crumpled under the end, tried 
to curl himself into a ball. For an extra measure, the big end gave Larry's 
ribs an extra squeeze. 

Lonnie had caught the ball downfield. He had gotten the first down, but he 
limped back to the huddle. Larry was slow in getting up, also. 

There was a time out. Coach Hadley pulled Larry and Lonnie out of the game. 
Skeeter was moved in at quarterback and Speedy was moved out to the receiver 
spot. Two of the younger players were moved in as runners. 

Skeeter ran off a series of ground plays, netting a few yards, but not 
enough to get the first down. West End punted. The defense moved out to try 
to hold Northeastern and Skeeter ran back to the bench to check on his 
buddy. 

"You feeling any better?" he asked Larry. 

"Yeah, that guy just knocked the wind out of me," Larry told him. "I think 
I'll be ready for the next run." 

"Good, man, 'cause I don't think I want to play that close to the line. 
Those guys are really out to hurt someone," Skeeter said, wincing in mock 
pain. He turned to Lonnie. 

"How you doing?" he asked. 

"I'm okay. It was just a little twist. I think I cut too hard when I caught 
that pass," Lonnie answered. He got up and paced back and forth in front of 
the bench. 

"Yeah," he said. "It feels good. I think I'm ready." He smiled. "Let's get 
that ball!" he yelled to his teammates on the field. 

Larry and Skeeter got up and started to throw the ball back and forth. 
Lonnie ran a few yards down the line and waved his arm for a pass. Larry 
hefted the ball to him, Lonnie caught it and tried running. He made a good 
move and threw the ball back. 

They sat again, to wait for their turn on the field. 

The West End defense was still holding strong. Northeastern had to punt. 
West End got a good run back and Larry and the offense moved onto the field. 

Larry took as much time as the referee would allow him. He looked over the 
defense carefully. He called a running play, to get the defense keyed on the 
ground. He came back with another running play, giving it to Speedy who 
immediately picked up four yards. 

The third quarter was drawing to a close. Larry looked at the timyclock. 
When he led the team to the line, he checked his position on the field. 
Third down. He bent behind the center. The ball was snapped. Lonnie skirted 
along the sideline, driving the defender backwards. He stopped short and 
reeled toward the center of the field. Larry shot a bullet into his hands. 
Lonnie picked up the first down and a little more. The stadium filled with 
noise. 

"Beautiful, beautiful!" Skeeter shouted as he ran into the huddle. "We're 
finally close enough to score!" 

"It's up to you," Larry told his friend. "We're going to try the option." 

The team ran up to the line. Larry bent slowly. He took the ball, and 
sprinted out to his right. The Northeastern defense came on in hot pursuit. 
Larry planted a foot, tossed the ball back to Skeeter. Skeeter had enough 
room to run, but he saw the defense freeze and let fly with a bomb to 
Lonnie. 

With a long step, Lonnie was in the end zone. 

West End was on the scoreboard. They had drawn first blood. Northeastern 
would be playing catch-up now, and the added pressure on them would make it 
easier going for West End. 

Larry, Skeeter and Lonnie were mobbed as they trotted to the sideline. They 
fought their way through the crowd. They were all smiles as they sat on the 
bench. The conversation was good and they were ahead, seven to nothing. 

Big Bob and the Moose led the defense in some real bone-crushing contacts 
after their buddies had scored. Moose nailed the Northeastern quarterback, 
throwing him for a big loss. Big Bob batted down a pass attempt. Larry and 
the offense had hardly any resting time before they were running back onto 
the field. Before they could run a play, the gun sounded, ending the period. 

The teams switched sides, and Larry took his buddies to the line. He drove 
the team on the ground for a while. They managed to pick up a first down, on 
a imagine stepping run by Skeeter, then they went to the pass again. 

Larry faked one way, threw back to Skeeter. The defense turned downfield, 
and Skeeter ran the ball almost to the goal line. He angrily kicked at the 
turf. 

"Nice going," said Larry. "I thought you were in on that one. Take this one 
off right tackle. You earned the points." 

Larry took the snap, handed off to Skeeter, and pushed ahead of him, trying 
to open the hole. Skeeter followed him into the line then spotting a gap to 
his left, cut sharply and dived through. He landed on his face, but he had 
the touchdown. The fans went wild. 

Skeeter crawled out from under the pile of bodies. He and Larry trotted off 
the field together. Again, they were inundated with congratulations. Skeeter 
looked around at the cheerleaders. He pointed to himself and then at them, 
holding up two fingers. He was telling them how many he intended to have 
that night at the party. 

The game ended with West End the victors by a shut-out. It took an hour for 
them to get out of the arena once they had showered. It seemed as though 
every student in their school had come down to greet them. 

It wasn't the championship, Larry was thinking. They still had that to go. 
Skeeter slapped his shoulder hard. 

"From here on in," Skeeter said, "I can't even imagine any problems." 

Laughing, Larry said, "There might be a problem of not enough girls 
tonight?" 

The team made their way out to the bus. Larry and his crew made it to the 
back of the bus and filled their usual seats. Coach Hadley stealthily 
entered the bus with his coat bulging out around him. He went to the rear of 
the bus and revealed a couple of bags of beer. 

"The drinks are on me," he shouted. "But don't tell your folks! You might be 
playing for a new coach next year if you do." 

The bus shook with the gleeful noise of the victors. As the driver put the 
vehicle into motion, he joined the players in singing their fight song. 

The team rode all the way back to school to stash their gear. It was an 
unanimous decision that they didn't want to have to lug any excess baggage, 
not to the party. They took off on the run when they had put everything 
inside the gymnasium. The girls were waiting. 

Bob stood up in the middle of the crowd and made an announcement. 

"My folks are going away for the weekend," he shouted. "That means, if we 
can cool it for a couple of hours, the house will be ours until Monday 
morning!" 

Youthful joy permeated the air. Not only were they going to have a fuckin' 
celebration, they could go home and come back for some more. 

The team crowded into Bob's house. 

As usual, they had procured beer from the nearby beer house. More beer and 
soda were contributed by Bob's folks and some of the other parents. The 
music started and the gang covered the floor. The party was on and the cats 
were howling for fun. Margery made her way down the stairs, into the crowd, 
and sought out a hiding place on the couch. 

Bob made frequent trips up the stairs to check on his parents. The music was 
loud, the people danced as if his folks had already gone, but they were 
holding back on the real action. They were going to ball, but they wanted to 
make sure that they had no interruptions when they got started. 

More of the team were present than usual, in deference to this being the 
last game of the season. And there were plenty of girls. 

Margery forced herself to get up and dance. She moved her stout hips around 
the floor, shaking merrily in time to the music. She and Sharon struck up a 
conversation as they danced. Sharon was asking her about boys, of all 
things, and Margery tried to think of some thrilling experience to relate. 
She felt at ease with Sharon, but she had so little to say in answer to her 
queries. 

Sharon danced into and out of the arms of several of the boys as she and 
Margery whirled. Around them, Connie and Laura held the attention of several 
of the boys who had never attended one of the parties. Margery's eyes 
flitted from one to the other of the girls. She yearned to know what the 
girls thought as the boys whispered in their ears. She wanted just as badly 
to know what the boys whispered. 

Big Moose chased Sue across the floor. Lonnie caught her and hoisted her up 
in the air. Sue screamed in mock terror as Lonnie held her against the 
ceiling and nuzzled his face into her crotch. She was loving it. 

Some of the players and girls who hadn't been to a party at Bob's stood back 
with awe-elongated faces. They didn't know that things were just beginning. 
The whole school talked about the wild parties that this portion of the team 
gave and the things they did, but to many of them it was just a wild rumor. 
They were anxious to see what was going to develop. 

Larry walked around the party, surveying the crop. He made mental notes of 
where he wanted to be when things got really good. He picked out a little 
redhead who sat perched atop one of the bar stools. He moved on and picked 
our another. Through the crowd, Margery spotted him and followed his 
movements until he disappeared into the bedroom. 

When the music stopped, Margery walked to the bedroom door. She looked in, 
expecting to find Larry sinking his prick into the cunt of one of the girls. 
Instead, she saw him standing at the window, blowing smoke out into the 
stillness of the evening. He did not notice her. 

She stood for a long time, watching him as he inhaled, held his breath and 
exhaled. She followed the thin line of the faint trace of smoke as it slid 
out the open window. Larry inhaled again, blew out a little smoke, took a 
sip of his beer, and dropped the butt into the ashtray. 

Margery stepped silently into the room. She stood just inside the door. She 
made not a sound. Larry seemed to be lost in thought. He sighed heavily and 
turned, froze in mid-stride when he saw her, and let his shoulders sag. 

"Hi, Larry," Margery faintly whispered. 

"Hello," he said. 

"What you thinking about?" she asked. 

"Nothing in particular," he answered. 

"I didn't know you smoked," she said. 

"I don't," he replied. "I was just trying it." 

"Isn't it bad for you?" she asked interestedly. 

"Bad for your wind if you do it too much," he answered. 

"I tried it once," she told him. "I nearly choked to death." She tried to 
laugh. 

"Gotta know what you're doing no matter what you try," he said nonchalantly. 

She gave him a puzzled look. She took another step. Larry straightened up to 
his full height. 

"Another good game today," she said, softly. 

"Yeah, the last one until the championships," he said. 

Margery wore a sweater that zipped up the front. She toyed with the zipper. 
She had it pulled far enough down to reveal her cleavage. Larry didn't seem 
to notice i at all. Margery took a long step and sat on the bed. 

"I think I'll go out and dance a little," Larry announced. 

Margery raised and lowered her shoulders. She folded her hands in her lap. 
Larry set the can down on the table next to the bed and walked to the door. 
He turned to the rosy-cheeked girl and said, "Why don't you go out and 
dance?" 

"I was already dancing," she barely intoned. "I'm tired right now." 

Larry walked out into the noise. He reached out for the first chick he 
encountered, Laura, and twirled her around. He danced absent-mindedly, 
moving in time instinctively. Laura was saying something, but Larry's 
thoughts were far away. 

When the music ended, Bob caught Laura's arm and pulled her to him. He bit 
her hard on the neck, in retaliation, she grabbed into his crotch and 
twisted a handful of his meat. Bob howled like a coyote. 

Larry meandered through the crowd again. The music reached around him and 
filled the room. Larry could make out the sound of the guitars and the 
drums, but the words were escaping him. He leaned against the bar finally, 
and the music stopped. 

Bob went up the stairs again. He stayed up there a long time. When he came 
down, he walked to the record player, turned the volume down, and very 
gravely turned to the crowd. 

"Ah, listen everybody," he said. "I know you been waiting for me to give the 
signal that my folks were gone so things could really start to happen. Well, 
I feel that I shouldn't hold you in suspense any longer. I've been waiting 
just as long as you . . . " He paused. A loud murmur began to fill the room. 
"They're gone!" he yelled, and turned the volume up full on the record 
player. 

The crush of young bodies cheered loudly as they fell back into their 
dancing and reaching out. Sue ran to the middle of the floor and began her 
strip. Tonight, she was doing as if she had practiced. She took her time. 
Piece by piece, the garments came off. Little by little, she began to expose 
her flushed, hot pink flesh. 

She rejoiced in the expressions of those who hadn't caught her act before. 
She flirted in the face of one of the younger football players, rubbing her 
breasts against his blushing cheeks. Margery stood at the door to the 
bedroom and watched, her countenance changing from amazed and smiling 
interest to forlorn woe. 

The boys began to select their bedmates, moving in faltering steps to the 
side of the one they wanted to be with. Margery stood alone along the wall, 
watching as grinning faces moved past her. She searched the room for a 
glimpse of Larry, and, seeing him, she let her eyes fall. He was fumbling 
under Connie's skirt, and Connie sucked at the flesh on his neck. 

Bob and Moose pushed past Margery into the bedroom. They had Sue in tow and 
were followed by several of the other boys, who pulled their girls along 
behind them. Very quickly, the group was naked and wrestling on the bed. 
Margery flashed a glance in the door and turned away. It hurt her to not be 
engaged in the play. Why couldn't Larry just touch her, she wondered. Just 
touch her? 

Larry bent Connie over the bar stool and rammed his prick into her asshole. 
Connie gripped the legs of the stool and began to pump her cheeks up around 
the intruding pole. Larry held her legs in his arms and shoved in and out. 
He stood flat-footed as he drove. 

Margery saw the entire party melt into a molten fusion of pulsating bodies. 
Everywhere she looked, boys and girls were coupled. On the bed, on the 
floor, on the stools, on the couch and chairs. Some even stood. In her ears, 
the sounds of their mutual grunts, groans and throaty moans were as loud as 
the cheers in the football stadium. She slid down the wall, to the floor. 


End
