Reluctant Recruiter
by Ted White


CHAPTER ONE 

The biting October wind began rippling through the air as darkness rapidly 
descended on the practice field, where Duke Story, head football coach at 
State University, stood on the sidelines surveying the final few minutes of 
practice. 

The tall, ruggedly constructed mentor stood with his arms folded, a 
thoroughly business-like expression etched onto his face. His cold dark eyes 
surveyed the scene before him in the manner of a general watching his troops 
go through maneuvers. 

It was late afternoon of a Thursday, which meant that the tension leading up 
to game time at Memorial Stadium, where State University played its home 
games, on Saturday, was becoming thicker with each passing hour. At 1:30 of 
Saturday afternoon all of one week of drills would be put squarely on the 
line for the only thing that, in the final analysis really counted; how the 
team fared in action. 

Duke Story watched his first team quarterback throw a short pass to a wide 
receiver in a controlled scrimmage, upon which he blew his Whistle and 
trotted to the center of the field. As he did, his players and coaching 
assistants flocked around him. 

"You looked damned sluggish," he glowered at his players. "As a matter of 
fact, if this had been a game and the opposition had been any rougher than 
the local cub scouts, you sorry-looking clowns would have been in damned 
serious trouble. If you drag your damned sorry asses around on the field 
like that on Saturday we'll get more than whipped. 

We'll be laughed right out of town by our own fans and by the media. 
Remember, you clowns, this is on regional television. Millions will be 
watching you actually expecting to see an aggressive, intelligently 
disciplined football team out there. If you go out and look like raggedy 
assed jokers like you did today, get ready to get pelted with overripe 
fruit, beer cans, or whatever the hell else they can get their hands on. Now 
tomorrow we show up at three on this same field, you clowns, and go through 
loosening up paces. That oughta be easy for a lot of you since you didn't do 
anymore than that the whole week. 

You're getting used to it through practice. Now I wanna see three decent 
laps around this field. I wanna see a little bit of movement, some effort. 
Now get moving." 

Once more the scowling football coach blew his whistle. The players scurried 
off en masse, making their way around the practice field. The coach watched 
as the same familiar pattern emerged, the lighter backs and receivers moving 
to the fore and the heavy, powerful but slower linemen trailing. 

"Put a little effort into it, you clowns," Duke Story cupped his hands over 
his mouth and shouted. "See if you can't at least work up a sweat before 
going in and showering." 

Story said no more during the rest of the session ending run, after which he 
watched the players walk toward the locker room. As he began to trudge off 
the field, his senior assistant, Chuck Barnes, walked over to him. 

"Don't you think you were a little rough on them, Duke?" he asked. 

Duke eyed the slender, white-haired man, snarling, "Hell no, Chuck. These 
jokers are being trained in warfare. This isn't home economics class, you 
know." 

"You make us all well aware of that all year," Chuck Barnes laughed. "I just 
happened to think that things came together pretty well today. I thought the 
guys looked pretty sharp." 

"They're beginning to shape up," Story said reluctantly, "and some of them 
are just starting to look like football players for the first time in their 
lives. If I don't ride their asses, though, and ride them hard, particularly 
the young guys who are just starting to learn what it takes in concentration 
and dedication to play winning big time college football, then they'll have 
a tendency to let up. And I guess you know what happens then." 

"You've mentioned that in the past," Barnes nodded. 

"I'll mention it again, because we all need to be reminded of it frequently. 
If those guys don't learn how to concentrate and put out properly then 
they're gonna get knocked on their asses and get hurt. We're gonna lose 
football games and we're all gonna get hurt, including you and me, and we'll 
be standing out there in the unemployment lines. Now I damned well don't 
want that and I'm sure you don't, either, so it's damned better to ride 
their asses good and hard on the practice field than run the risk of them 
not being properly prepared on Saturday." 

"Thank you, General Story," Barnes chuckled. 

"You're welcome, Mr. Second in Command." By then they had reached the 
parking lot. Chuck Barnes stopped in front of his white Datsun. Story turned 
and faced him. 

"You're going to see that fast little halfback tonight?" Story asked. "The 
one that looked so great on film." 

"That's right." 

"Well, do a damned good selling job on him. We can use that guy. Tell him I 
said that if he comes to State, buckles down and learns the system right 
away, that he's good enough to probably start as a freshman. He's got the 
potential. It's just up to him how bad he wants it and how hard he's willing 
to work." 

"That's just what I was planning to tell him from me, but it always sounds 
better coming from the head man." 

Duke Story patted his loyal assistant on the shoulder. 

"Good luck tonight, Chuck," Story said. "I know there's a lot of competition 
for this guy, but I'm hoping we can win out." 

"You goin' home, Duke?" 

"Nah. Goin' back to my office for awhile. Gonna look at some film of the 
opposition." 

"Try and get a little sleep anyway," Barnes said as he unlocked his car door 
and let his slender frame slide into his Datsun. 

"I'll try to," Story waved, beginning to walk away. 

A few minutes later Story was in the film room, his eyes concentrating with 
fervent intensity on the action on the screen, which featured Mercury 
University, State's opponent of the following Saturday, in game competition. 

After he had been watching the films for the better part of an hour, taking 
notes liberally on the pad in front of him, analyzing as best he could the 
strengths and weaknesses of the opposition, he started to become restless. 
Every now and then he stole glances at his watch. 

At 6:30 he had an appointment he was extra eager to keep, and just thinking 
about it caused him to shift with restless anxiety in his chair. His cock 
began hardening in his shorts as he thought about the beautiful action in 
which he would be involving himself to both gratify his pleasures and ease 
the tension. 

Finally, at 6:20, he shut off the projector and left the room, heading down 
the stairs, then out into the darkness of evening on an almost empty campus. 
Most of the students were either having dinner, studying in the library, or 
home, whether that be off campus or in ; the dorms. 

Now his penis was rock hard as it dangled inside his trousers with restless 
anticipation. 

He saw the light burning in the locker room of the men's gym, where the 
players had showered and left, the last of which had departed a good half 
hour earlier. 

The ruggedly built coach unlocked the locker room door, then strolled in a 
quickening gait toward the dressing room. As he finally reached his 
destination his pulse began markedly accelerating and his cock stiffened 
once more as he stared in the direction of the object of his fascination. 
From the time he had left his office late that morning until the end of 
football practice, then during the seemingly interminable wait while he 
watched the game films and waited for the players to clear out of the locker 
room, he had dreamed about and anticipated this stirring moment. 

Sitting demurely, clad in a white robe and barefooted, on a bench in front 
of a series of lockers, was Duke Story's hauntingly alluring secretary, 
Nancy Spencer. 

The beautiful woman with the long blonde flowing hair that extended to her 
shoulders smiled at her boss as he stood a few feet away from her, 
transfixing his eyes on her alluring presence and saying nothing for the 
first few moments. 

"What's the matter, honey, cat got your tongue?" she asked teasingly as she 
observed the manner in which Duke was hungrily eyeing her. 

"I'm just taking a few seconds to digest all of this." 

"Say, that's one hell of an erection you've got," she smiled, pointing with 
pleasure toward the protruding stiffness in the coach's trousers. 

"I guess you'd have to say I'm ready," he nodded. 

"If the team is as ready Saturday afternoon as you are right now, my dear, 
then you can't help but wallop Mercury University." 

"I, sweetheart, am as ready as I'll ever be." 

"Great. Well take off that jacket and get more comfortable_"in fact, take 
off everything." 

"I was just planning to do that. But before I do I wanna get a little 
satisfaction right now." 

The rugged coach, still wearing his red jacket with STATE UNIVERSITY 
emblazoned on the back in purple, and with his red cap with the purple S 
still perched on his head, moved quickly toward the stunning woman. 

He threw himself down next to her on the bench, then threw his arms around 
her waist. In an instant he was shoving his body toward the invigorating 
warmth of Nancy Spencer's form. He pushed his chest with provocative desire 
against the warmth of her breasts. 

Even though she Still had on the white robe, that did not bother him One bit 
as he could Still feel the firm outline of her bosoms as they pressed 
resoundingly against his chest. 

His lips surged forward, simultaneous with the friction of chest rubbing 
against breasts, and promptly the redness of his agitated lips made spirited 
contact with her thickly sensuous lips in a spirited symphony of passionate 
union. 

Their lips locked with fervent intensity, remaining pressed together in a 
state of piercing mutual anxiety. All the while his chest continued 
thrusting dramatically forward, coming into contact with her ripe, firm 
breasts. 

His heart pounded with an increasing thunder, and tense beads of 
perspiration dramatically surfaced on the coach's forehead as lips remained 
tightly pressed against lips. 

When Duke Story released his lips from Nancy Spencer's, he hurled his tongue 
forward with piercing earnestness, and now he let it cut a spirited swathe 
as it connected with an accelerating fury inside the warmth of her mouth. 

He felt the surging waves of acute pressure building with every passing 
moment in his torrid loins. Duke Story's body began trembling and now the 
beads of perspiration were rolling down both sides of his face with greater 
volume than before as he kept commanding the action, drilling the shapely 
blonde beauty's tongue with his own rapid fire, spirited tongue movements. 

With one final gust of intense energy he ground his tongue against hers 
several more times. He then released his tongue from her mouth, then jumped 
up from the bench. 

"You already take a shower?" he asked. 

"Yes. A few minutes before you arrived," she nodded. "But that was when I 
was all by myself. I believe in teamwork, just like my boss Duke Story, that 
great football coach and character molder of young men always says, and what 
can beat the kind of intimate teamwork of a horny man and woman jumping into 
bed together or frolicking in the water?" 

"Not a damned thing, honey," he laughed. 

"Then let's do it." 

"You're starting to sound like a football coach yourself." 

"I guess being around your stirring presence so much of the time is 
beginning to have its effect." 

"I guess it is. And to think that you've got nothing at all on under that 
robe," he licked his lips lasciviously. "That makes me hungrier than ever." 

"Why do you think I was so eager to parade before the famous General Story 
in it?" she asked grinningly. 'There's nothing like leaving a little 
something to the imagination for even the horniest of males." 

To prove her point, the blonde reached out and let her fingers push against 
the bloated surface of Story's cock as she touched the material of his 
trousers. His whole body twitched and his eyes widened, cluing her in as to 
how truly aroused he was at that moment. 

Nancy was quick to realize the realities of the current situation. Duke was 
approaching another important game, a crucial test for his team and himself, 
and the tension was getting to him. Combine that with his own innate raw 
sensuality and you had a man desirous of exploding, of driving himself until 
his passions had pushed him to the brink and beyond. 

They walked hand in hand toward the large shower room, where numerous State 
University athletes of various sports had showered following practices and 
competitions. 

They stopped a few feet away from the small entry way leading into the 
shower facility. 

Duke watched as Nancy Spencer reached down and slowly undid the sash of her 
robe. 

Deliberately drawing things out for dramatic effect, determined to get the 
already highly aroused football coach even more excited before they stepped 
into the shower, she slowly eased the robe off of her, opening it up by 
parting it little by little, and as she did the horny coach reached down and 
unzipped his trousers. His trembling fingers clutched against the rock hard 
surface of his pulsatingly alive penis, and just watching him grind his 
fingers with assertive swiftness against the full length of his emblazoned 
pole only served to excite her that much more, enhancing Nancy's confidence 
in being able to arouse the coach. The fact that he had been turned onto her 
to such an extent, she knew, was the principal reason why he had hired her 
in the first place. She knew that she was in an enviable position with a 
cushy job for one of the most famous men in town and, indeed, in that entire 
region of America. She loved the money, the hours, and the numerous fringe 
benefits that were attached to the position, and so she was determined to do 
all she could to please him, to make him feel elated that he had hired her 
in the first place, and content in the knowledge that she was around when he 
needed her. 

His fingers continued resolutely tugging at the firmness of his lust-bloated 
pole as she continued slowly but surely parting her robe, giving him an 
expanding look of her stunning body. 

Finally she threw her white robe all the way to the back of her shoulders, 
affording her torrid lover an almost totally unobstructed view of her naked 
body. His eyes immediately fastened on the area between her long, sleekly 
tapered, ivory-textured legs to the blonde patches of her pubic fur and, 
finally, to the enticing pinkness of her captivating vagina. 

"Do you ever look great," he declared huskily. 

The blonde smiled triumphantly, then threw the robe off of her, letting it 
drop to the floor. 

She parted her legs slowly, tantalizingly, and as Duke Story's alert eyes 
continued to appraise her every move, she reached down with her right hand 
and let her fingers commence sliding against the warmth of her fleecy pubic 
vee. 

Her eyes rolled and she let out several gasps of intense enjoyment as her 
fingers continued making crisp contact against her pubic curls, then finally 
against the scintillating warmth of her pink orifice itself. 

"Oh, that feels so good," she sighed, continuing the sweeping finger 
friction as the coach looked on. 

"I'll bet it does," he replied. "What I'm doing feels pretty damned good, 
too." 

His fingers kept tugging against the firmness of his long, intense pole as 
he enjoyed every frenzied moment of what was happening. This was one of 
those rare occasions when the coach the media described as "The man who 
eats, breathes and thinks football twenty-four hours a day" totally refuted 
the aforementioned statement. For the moment neither football nor anything 
else counted in his life except for the singular mission of enhancing 
himself sexually to the fullest possible extent, of enjoying himself to the 
ultimate. 

He kept up the probing finger stabs for as long as he dared, after which he 
withdrew his fingers from his torrid cock. When he released his nervous 
fingers from his lust-bloated tool his beautiful lover removed her fingers 
from her cuntal furrow. 

They looked at each other, communicating through silence, each knowing what 
needed to be done next. 

While the blonde watched, standing with her hands at her sides, the zealous 
football coach promptly removed his clothes, grunting and gasping, 
discarding the garments as rapidly as possible until he was finally down to 
his shorts, which he spiritedly glided down his legs and off of him. 

As he stepped out of his shorts and revealed his totally naked body for the 
first time, Nancy moved toward him. She looked at his powerful, massive 
chest, replete with plenty of hair, stared for several moments at his 
supple, well-defined biceps, which looked like they could have belonged to 
the village blacksmith, then let her eyes focus for an instant on his 
muscular, washboard stomach, kept in the same trimness of his college and 
professional football playing days. Finally her eyes stared longingly at the 
blue-veined stiffness of his captivating cock, and she could not resist the 
opportunity to reach down and let her fingers clutch against the solid 
massive column of flesh. 

As her fingers began toying with the resolute tip of his intense shaft his 
body twitched with a fresh outburst of nervous energy. It had been exciting 
enough to let his own fingers travel down the swollen, rock hard surface of 
his stirring cock, but now the lovely blonde was letting her fingers 
spiritedly collide with his teaming pole, causing the excitement level to 
accelerate throughout his entire body, particularly between his legs. 

"What a magic touch you've got," he gasped. "I really love what you're doing 
to me. Oh, baby, you never cease to excite me. I really like what you're 
doing, the way that you let those fingers clutch against my prick." 

At first she contented herself with letting her fingers glide against the 
stirring circumference of his intense organ, but soon enough she decided to 
progress further, and so her steaming fingers started to clutch and glide as 
she worked them up and down against the entire length of his blazing tool. 

"Oh, that will shake a guy up like nothing else," the coach heaved a deep 
gasp. 

"This is one way to be sure of turning on old Mr. Macho," she laughed, 
continuing her vigorous finger thrusts. 

"Oh, damned! You'd better believe it." 

Despite the thorough enjoyment that both Duke and Nancy derived from the 
assertive finger thrusting against the lengthy surface of his inflamed 
penis, they both knew that it had to come to an end before the juices burst 
from the end of his towering pole. They had so much in the way of passionate 
enjoyment awaiting them, and they did not want to risk putting a crimp into 
the action by having the horny coach explode prematurely. 

She dropped her fingers suddenly from his cock, doing so at the point at 
which she felt that he would not be able to withstand that kind of hot 
action any longer without shooting the thick white juices from his organ. 

They looked at each other and grinned, then stepped inside the shower. The 
coach stepped beneath one of the shower sprays and turned on the water, 
adjusting the temperature until lukewarm water was splashing down on his 
body. 

"Come on," he motioned to his lover. "The water's fine. We've got it at the 
temperature we both love." Nancy Spencer slipped beneath the spray and 
together they enjoyed the comforting warmth of the water making contact with 
their glowing skin. Duke Story immediately picked up a bar of soap and 
started gliding it against the firmness of her already electrified breasts. 
Back and forth he spiritedly glided the soap bar while Nancy purred with 
great content. 

"Oh, I love that," she swooned. "Oh, honey. It feels so good when you let 
that soap brush against my tits. What a feeling. Oh, it feels so nice, so 
good, I love it!" 

He watched with great satisfaction as the foamy soap suds began to form in 
ever greater number against the firm warmth of the blonde's shapely ivory 
smooth breasts. 

Duke loved the way that her ripe mammaries sharply undulated as he kept up 
the flowing pressure. When he eventually released the soap from her breasts, 
he glided it down between her legs and watched as the suds formed against 
the tantalized surface of her thoroughly aroused nest. 

"Oh, do you ever know how to excite a woman," she gasped, enjoying every 
moment of the action. "I really love your movements, honey. It feels so 
good!" 

He glided the soap against her vagina a few more times, after which he 
removed it, watching as the soap suds disappeared promptly from her breasts 
and vagina from the drops of warm water which continued to spray against her 
body. 

Duke handed the bar of soap grinningly to the sexy secretary, extending his 
legs slightly and preparing for the swift volley of action he knew would 
ensue. 

The blonde thrust out quickly with the soap bar, letting the soap soothingly 
penetrate against the bone hardness of his stirringly alive penis, which she 
had massaged with such expertise only a few minutes earlier. 

"Hey, I love that, really love it," he gasped. "Oh, baby, just look at those 
suds form! What a fantastic feeling!" 

"Yes, and do I love turning you on this way." 

"Oh. It feels so nice." 

The soap made surging contact with the coach's cock and balls for several 
moments more. When she withdrew the soap and watched the suds disappear from 
the spurting waves of warm water, she knew that soon they would be out of 
the shower and into even more intimate forms of impassioned contact. 

After the last few soap suds had disappeared from around the horny Duke's 
cock and balls, he lunged forward and shut off the shower spray. 

He lunged forward again, throwing his lips fervently against those of the 
blonde, after which he every bit as rapidly withdrew those same lips. 

They stepped out of the shower room and dried their glistening naked bodies 
off with clean white towels. As soon as Duke discarded his towel he moved 
promptly toward a nearby storage closet, reaching inside and pulling out a 
long gymnastics mat, spreading the white object out on the floor. 

Once that Duke had spread the mat out in the manner that he desired, he 
eased his body downward onto the mat and extended his legs, jerking up and 
down on his cock several times as he looked over toward Nancy Spencer, who 
had just finished drying off her body and had cast off her towel. 

"Let's go, honey," he said. 

"Are you ready?" she grinned, moving toward him. 

"Just take a look at this hard-on. Is that ready?" 

"Yes, my dear. That's definitely ready." 

She eased her sleekly naked body, which was still glistening from the 
cleansing shower she had experienced, actually the second shower within a 
short time for her, down onto the mat. 

The coach threw his body promptly into high gear, allowing his burning 
fingers to clutch and smother with assertive determination and skill the 
warmth of her shapely bosoms. He loved clutching and squeezing the ripeness 
of her firm boobs, and the longer and more firmly that his fingers pressed 
the faster he noticed that her body commenced twitching and gliding as it 
rolled around on the mat. 

"What a body you've got," he gasped, "and am I ever gonna give it one hell 
of a workout. 

What a damned fine body! This is so good. I love getting together with you." 

"Oh, those fingers. Mr. Macho! Duke! Really squeeze. Oh, honey, do I adore 
those firm fingers!" 

Occasionally he would allow his surging fingers to clutch tightly against 
the pinkness of her ravished nipple flesh. Her whole body hunched and 
spasmed dramatically under the wild finger onslaught that he sent forth 
against her sensitive flesh. 

"Oh, damned, what tits you've got!" he exclaimed. "I really love putting 
these fingers into motion!" 

He let his fingers clutch and thrust against the warmth of his lover's 
breasts and nipples for a few more mind-boggling, intense minutes. As he did 
he reached down with both hands and let his strong fingers clutch tightly 
against the warmth of the blonde's firm thighs. He parted her legs firmly, 
then threw himself down quickly between them, and as Nancy extended her 
sleek, exquisitely tapered thighs some more, he let his hotly cascading lips 
plunge forcefully forward and come into piercing contact with her. sultry 
vagina flesh as her whole body rocked, reacting in the manner of a woman 
suffering a sudden and highly acute electrical shock. It was as if thousands 
of volts of electricity were coursing through her entire body at the same 
time, as his fervent lips converged with her vagina over and over again. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH, HONEY, WHAT ACTION!" she shrieked. "OOOHHHHHHH, YES, JUST 
KEEP THAT UP!" 

His lips connected several more times with sharp impact against her seething 
vagina, upon which he released them and decided it was time to put his 
tongue to work against the sweltering surface of her inflamed orifice. 

"I'm gonna eat that beautiful box," he declared confidently. "I'm gonna eat 
you right up to your fucking navel, honey." 

"That's the kind of talk I love to hear." 

"Well, my tongue is gonna do the job." 

"You bet it is." 

"Go to it, baby. I'm burning up between my legs." 

"Oh, I know you are. You practically jumped out of your skin when I kissed 
that gorgeous little jewel between your legs." 

"Kiss it again, this time with your tongue," she gasped hotly. "Oh, honey, 
you've really got me steamed up now and there's no tomorrow, so go ahead and 
suck, really suck." 

"You can be damned sure I will." 

"Once you put your mind to it there's nothing that's gonna stop you. 
Absolutely nothing." 

She watched as he dropped his head down between her scalding legs. His 
tongue flicked forward, and soon he was letting it glide with electrifying 
passion against the budding node of her intensely aroused clitoris. 

"OOOOOOOO HHHHHH HHHHHH YYYYEE EEEESS SSSSS, OOOOOO HHHHHH, I LOVE IT!" she 
loudly declared. 

His fingers glided up and down against her quivering thighs as his tongue 
pushed teasingly against her clitoris a second time, causing her to heave 
another delirious sigh of sexual arousal as she enjoyed the manner in which 
he was taking charge. 

"Do it to me, keep it up," she sighed. "Oh, honey, really put your tongue to 
work! Drive it in my nest!" 

His tongue scraped against her clitoris a few more times, by which time he 
was ready to press on to the entire surface of her stormy vagina. He had 
thoroughly aroused her with his tongue thrusts against her clitoris, and now 
he was firmly determined to finish her off with his dazzling thrusts. 

"Get me off, get me off," she sighed urgently. 

His fingers continued spiritedly massaging her thighs as he kept up his 
rapid fire tongue thrusts, driving her ever nearer to the point of climax. 
His blistering movements soon caused her whole body to erupt uncontrollably 
as her thighs and buttocks twisted and slid against the white mat beneath 
her while she let out a series of sighs and gasps, recognizing just how 
closely she had been pushed to the stormy point of climax. 

"Oh, you've really got me close now," she exclaimed. "Just keep that busy 
tongue sliding. 

Oh, plant it in me, darling, really do it. I want you to get me off! Oh, 
what a fiery tongue! 

That's so good! Oh, I want it!" 

A few impassioned strokes later he had shoved her to the brink of orgasm. 
The juices would have to inevitably splash from her hotly besieged vagina 
and her body spasmed wildly, slapping against the mat beneath her. 

"Do it, drive your tongue, really drive it," she declared. 

He released his fingers from her trembling thighs and planted them with 
devastating firmness against the wiggling flesh of her ripe alabaster 
buttocks. He clutched them with tight precision as he kept pushing 
gloriously onward, driving his determined tongue against her scalding pussy 
flesh as he drove her that much closer to the state of a stormy explosion. 

"Just a few more times, suck me, oh, suck me," she called out to him with 
great urgency. 

His fingers pinched with even greater intensity against the warmth of her 
writhing ass globes, and all the while his fiery, determined tongue 
continued burying itself in a blaze of fervent glory against her inferno of 
pussy flesh. 

"Do it, do it, suck me," she declared. 

She loved feeling the hot breath of his rapidly twisting tongue as he kept 
steadily depositing it against the furrow of her inflamed love pit. Several 
torrid strokes later the first few drops of passionate juice started 
exploding from her vagina and flooding the mouth of the football coach. 

"OOOOOHHHHHH, HERE I AM!" she exclaimed. "KEEP SUCKING ME, MY DARLING! 

OH, KEEP THAT TONGUE MOVING! DRIVE IT INSIDE MY PUSSY! SUCK, REALLY SUCK!" 

The driving tongue whiplashed her steaming cuntal inferno as the juices 
began to profusely spray from her intense love nest, and all the while he 
caught every drop, doing everything that he could to enjoy every hot stroke. 

"Keep that tongue driving," she begged. "Yes. Get every drop of the stuff 
out of me! I really want it!" 

His blistering tongue attack continued as he made sharp contact with her 
exploding orifice. 

He caught every drop of the exploding stream, then released his tongue from 
her mound. 

"That couldn't have been better," she told him. 

"That's for sure. I always did love your delightful taste." 

"It's there for the taking." 

"You don't know how much satisfaction I've received just knowing that, 
realizing that your pussy is available to me." 

"But let's get the focus off of my pussy for now and on to your long, hard 
cock." 

The blonde reached down and let her fingers clutch firmly to the tip of his 
lengthy pole, which was hotter and more excited than ever in the wake of his 
triumphant pussy suck. 

"Ah, you're gripping it with authority," he grinned. 

"That's the only way to fly." 

"Oh. I love the way you're squeezing it." 

"You know me. I love to give you head." 

"You sure do. You give the damned best head in town. Best in any town, for 
that matter." 

"Oh, honey. With flattery like that you'll get everything." 

"Flattery will get me everywhere." 

"You're damned right it will." 

Her fingers pumped up and down resolutely against the lust-bloated length of 
the coach's mammoth tool, and finally she let her tongue teasingly make 
contact with the tip of his stirring prong. She would slowly let her tongue 
snake against the tip of his organ, after which she would then commence 
manipulating it up and down the full length of his electrified shaft. 

Soon her tongue was making sweeping contact with the blue-veined surface of 
his impassioned rod as his legs kicked back and forth with celebrated glee. 
He loved basking in the enjoyment of the torrid action. 

"Oh, honey, what a scorching tongue you've got," he declared. "You've really 
got a wild tongue." 

Her head bobbed and her lustrous blonde hair whirled in a self-generated 
breeze as she kept on driving her sizzling tongue up and down against his 
piercing cock. 

A few strokes later he decided to call a halt to the sucking action as his 
stormy cock was about to explode. He reached out and tugged passionately at 
the blonde's head. 

"Let go, let up right now," he said. 

Nancy removed her tongue from her lover's cock, looking up at him. She 
wondered just what action he would be taking next. She would have been just 
as content to drive her tongue up and down against his torrid penis until 
the scorching drops of his thick white fluid engulfed her mouth, something 
she had done for him on so many different occasions. 

Nancy was also well enough aware of her boss' traits by now, however, to 
realize that there were occasions when he would enjoy some cocksucking as a 
means of getting him good and stirred up, after which he felt it was time to 
move on to other action. This was obviously one of those occasions. 

She did not have to wonder for long as to what his next course of action 
would be. The determined football coach reached out with his right hand and 
slid the first three fingers of it inside the tightness of her anal passage. 

"Oh, you're really stinging me," she grunted. 

"Just getting you adjusted," he laughed. "You can take it. I've had you the 
back way before." 

"This is true. I guess about the only part of me that's virgin is my right 
ear lobe." 

"Then remind me sometime soon to fuck your right ear lobe." 

"That'll be fine. It would be nice to welcome it to the rest of me, wouldn't 
it?" 

"You're damned right." 

A smile of erotic satisfaction surfaced on the macho coach's lips as he 
shoved his fingers forward once more, letting them penetrate their way with 
firmness inside her anal passage for a second time as her hips and buttocks 
corkscrewed in dramatic response to what was happening to her. 

"Now I'm getting you really adjusted to this," he laughed. "This ass 
fingering is just fabulous, particularly when the ass is as shapely as 
yours. Oh, I just love the way that you twist that fantastic behind of yours 
when I let my fingers plunge inside your ass. This feels so good. Oh, 
damned, what magnificent penetration." 

The smile remained fixed on his face as Duke's aroused fingers kept sliding 
in and out of the anal aperture of the blonde as her asscheeks continued 
spiritedly wiggling. 

When he eventually released his fingers from the tightness of her anus for 
good, he let his fingers grip tightly against the firmness of her asscheeks. 
As he squeezed with great delight, he issued a command. "Get down on your 
knees and spread your legs," he said. 

The blonde did exactly as told, and after she positioned herself 
accordingly, she wiggled her shapely ass back and forth a few times to 
excite her lover, realizing just how noticeably she was exciting him in his 
already agitated cock and balls. 

"What an ass, what a glorious ass," he gulped. 

He reached out once more, letting his fingers grip her buttocks with 
seething tightness as he prepared to launch into some more wild penis 
action. 

Duke fired his steaming pole forward, letting out a huge sigh as he planted 
it against the tightness of her ravished anal passage, causing him to let 
out a loud gasp of sodomistic delight. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHH, WHAT AN ASS!" he gasped. 

He released his torrid pole from her anal passage, then shoved his fleshy 
spike of cockmeat forward a second time. This time he penetrated with 
greater depth than before as he gritted his teeth and basked in the 
enjoyment of his sturdy cudgel making blistering contact with her tight 
hole. 

"Oh, you'll kill me yet fucking me this way," she exclaimed. 

Down deep, however, they both knew that she had long passed the point of 
feeling any great discomfort from being fucked that way, even though Duke 
was indeed capable of making her ass sting or hurt from certain intrusions 
into her anal passage. She had been married to a star pro football defensive 
lineman, "Mad Dog" McCardle, before going to work for Duke, and it was "Mad 
Dog's" frequent practice, particularly during the tensions of football 
season when the scramble for the league playoffs would grow intense, to 
derive his sex thrills through sodomy. In that "Mad Dog" was 6-7, 275 pounds 
and had the hugest cock Nancy had ever seen, or cared to see, she learned to 
adjust to that kind of forceful penetration. 

Although Duke was not 6-7, standing at 6-2 1/2, his well-distributed 220 
pound frame included a long, forceful cock which he wielded with the same 
degree of forceful determination as had Nancy's ex-husband, and she had 
learned through experiences with McCardle just how to corkscrew and wiggle 
her shapely behind to provide her horny pursuer with just the right amount 
of excitement. 

Back and forth the Duke kept driving his forceful, rapier-like organ as he 
propelled it with searing vigor into the tightness of her twisting behind, 
and every now and then his bloated, thudding testicles would slap against 
the ripeness of her gyrating nether cheeks as he propelled himself ever 
closer to the state of a spirited, stormy explosion. "Oh, I couldn't have a 
tighter ass to fuck," he gasped. "Damned! Oh, what a blitz! I'm gonna keep 
up this fantastic fucking until the juices fly from my prick. Oh, I love the 
feel of this. The fit of my stiff prick into your asshole." 

"Are you ever fucking me," she replied. "That feels like a hot poker you're 
jamming up my ass." 

"Not a poker but a pecker," he laughed. 

Once more his spirited penis surged with stirring determination into the 
scorched intensity of her ravished anus. She loved the combination of the 
seething heat and force of his long pole blasting her with the erotic 
feeling of tightness stemming from the manner in which her anal lips 
continued clutching with insistence against the stormy intrusions of Duke's 
vigorous cock as he pushed himself that much nearer to the state of climax. 

The beads of sweat were pouring down both sides of his face, and the erotic 
smile of satisfaction that had graced Duke's countenance a few minutes 
earlier had been replaced by a look of steely determination as he kept up 
the penetrating action, driving his hard pole into her vulnerably exposed 
anus. 

He connected with her several more times as his lunging tool drove 
vigorously against her ass, and now the ravishment was reaching its closing 
stages as overpowering surges of itchiness engulfed his stormy cock and 
balls. 

"Oh, I'm really close now," he hissed. 

"Good. Keep blasting away, darling." 

"Oh, yes. This is so good." 

"Ah. Keep on fucking me. Really drive your blasting cock." 

The furnace of passions was now ready to erupt as Duke reached out with both 
hands and let them slap against the writhing asscheeks of his beautiful 
victim. 

He hammered back and forth a few more times, then felt the first few drops 
of fluid commence easing out of the tip of his hot shaft. 

"Ah, that's really good," he gasped. "What fucking. Get ready, honey. You're 
gonna feel all that hot juice just spilling into your ass. It's gonna feel 
so good to you." 

Steadily and sturdily he continued his forceful thrusts as he pushed ever 
nearer to the big moment. The pre-orgasmic fluid had already eased from the 
tip of his explosive cock, and now he would soon be experiencing the sublime 
satisfaction of a wild cock deluge with the escape of a thick white stream 
of fluid. 

"Oh, damned, I'm just itching," he gasped. "The stuff is gonna just thunder 
from my prick." 

"Keep driving it into me, honey. I know how much you need it and how much 
I'm loving it." 

"This is so good. So good." 

His hammering, resolute cock tore into her ravaged anus one more time. His 
whole body started to rock and he heaved a long, loud, seemingly 
interminable sigh as the exploding pellets of prolific white juice thundered 
voluminously from the end of his stiff manmeat and into his lover's asshole. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHHH, KEEP TWISTING YOUR ASS, KEEP IT MOVING, HOW GOOD, HOW GOOD!" 
he sighed. 

Her buttocks continued to wiggle as she felt the exploding stream spraying 
her asshole, after which he then removed his cock from her asshole. He 
patted her buttocks affectionately. 

"Now I feel as if I've rejoined the human race," he said. 

"You're less horny?" 

"I can live with myself," he laughed. 

"That's good. I guess you'll be going back to watching some more films, 
won't you?" 

"Yep. I'd love to take you to dinner, honey, but I'm gonna grab a sandwich 
at the cafeteria and go back to the film room. You really gave me one hell 
of a time." 

"You gave me one hell of a bruising fuck." 

"Oh. Incidentally. Chuck is going over to that young halfback's place 
tonight. Hope something good comes of it." 

"You mean Lester Norman?" 

"That's right. That's his name." 

"He sure looked great on film. I liked the way that he used his blockers," 
the blonde said as she began to slip back into her clothes. 

"Say, I keep forgetting," Duke Story laughed, easing into his shorts. "You 
were married to McCardle and he taught you quite a bit about football." 

"That's about the only thing he could teach me. Except for sex. He had a two 
track mind. 

Football and sex." 

"Listen. Don't knock it. That's the way I am," the coach laughed. 

"I'd never hold it against you, dear," the blonde smiled. "All I can say is 
I hope you can recruit Lester. He's good. Great moves. And he's such a nice 
young man to talk to." 

"That's right. You did talk to him on the phone." 

"I certainly did. Not only that, but I set up the dinner for Chuck at his 
house tonight." 

"Of course. I remember that now. Of course, I couldn't even remember Lester 
Norman's name until you refreshed my memory." 

"Don't be alarmed by it, honey. My ex was always telling me about his coach, 
and about how the guy was always saying that he had to concentrate totally 
on the game. You get to where you're concentrating that hard on the game and 
other things have got to suffer." 

"Tell me about it," he laughed resignedly. "If my ex-wife ever heard you say 
that she'd sure as hell agree." 

"So football was the thing that broke up your marriage?" 

"Damned right, and I don't think it was the regular season that did it. She 
said she could have taken that if that had been the only problem." 

"So what did it, the recruiting?" 

"You do pick up fast," he nodded. "Yeah. I was away from home just too 
damned much. 

She'd want me at home and off I'd be to Oregon, Illinois or wherever to 
recruit some athletes. Or maybe speak at a coaching clinic." 

"There's one thing I've definitely got to say for you, honey, in spite of 
everything," the blonde grinned. 

"What's that?" 

"You handle tension very well." 

"Tell that to my players," he laughed. "I explode a lot on them. Of course, 
I never wanna let up on those guys. That's my philosophy, you know. You've 
got to stay on top of them and make them produce." 

"But don't you think sometimes you overdo it?" 

"You sound like Chuck," he laughed. "That's what he was telling me after 
practice today. 

Said he figured that the guys didn't practice all that badly, and he 
wondered why I was riding them so hard. I told him that it's important for 
them to keep that keen edge that they've got to have going into a game. 
Concentration is the thing and if you lose that you're through." 

"Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if I'd been born a guy and 
had been playing football under you." 

"You would have hated my guts, that's what," he laughed. N "Oh. I don't 
think any of the players actually hate you. I think they recognize that 
you've got a job to do." 

"You're right, but I'm right, too." 

"How can we both be right?" 

"They hate me some of the time, and even when they do it's not the usual 
kind of hate where somebody just can't stand another person in any way, 
shape or form. No, it's different than that. The hatred is a kind of 
resentment that I won't let up. That's what bothers them. That's what I'm 
saying." 

"But is that really hate?" 

"Oh, I think it's a certain kind of hatred." 

A few minutes later they were both dressed. They kissed in front of the 
building and departed in their respective directions, Duke for the cafeteria 
to buy a sandwich and cup of coffee to take back to the film room with him, 
and Nancy for the parking lot and her car. 

CHAPTER TWO 

Success had come to young Lester Norman so fast that he could not help but 
be bowled over by the experience. 

The young black athlete had been shy and withdrawn as a very young boy, and 
the fact that his family was impoverished and that he came from one of the 
poorest sections of the city's ghetto only served to make him more morose 
and lacking in confidence. 

It was not until young Lester entered high school that he discovered how 
profoundly different he was from most of the youngsters he attended school 
with in one basic respect. 

He possessed speed and agility that his coaches found mind-boggling. 

The initial discovery had been made one afternoon in a gym class, which 
young Lester was compelled to attend. Before appointing captains and 
choosing teams for touch football, the coach, who was an assistant varsity 
football mentor, decided to put the boys to speed and agility tests. The 
irony was that the withdrawn, backward Lester, who had scarcely said 
anything in the several weeks he had been attending the large high school, 
whose size bowled him over, came out on top in every department not by a 
slender, but a wide margin. 

The coach, aghast at what he had seen, had taken Lester out of the class 
immediately. 

"Did I do something wrong, sir?" the timid youngster had asked. 

"Something wrong?" the coach looked at him incredulously. "You've got to be 
kidding, son. 

Why do you ask that?" 

"Because you're taking me out of the class. I didn't wanna be in it, sir, 
but they told me I had to. Now you're takin' me out of it. I musta done 
somethin' wrong." 

"I'll tell you why I'm taking you out," the coach calmly replied, observing 
Lester's timidity and correctly concluding that he was indeed a rare diamond 
in the rough, somebody who was not even aware of his unique prowess. "The 
compulsory physical education classes are for young men who are not 
participating in any athletics that semester. It's a way for everyone to 
benefit from some physical exercise. But the guys on the football team don't 
take PE. They work very hard practicing, and every Friday night, or 
sometimes on Saturday, they play games." 

"But I'm not on no football team and I don't wanna be," tears began welling 
in the young man's eyes. 

"Young man, I want you to listen to me," the coach his hand on the young 
man's shoulder. 

"The talents that God gave you will give you a chance to pull yourself out 
of the ghetto and really make something of yourself. Now I'm taking you to 
Coach Hodges so that he can at least talk to you." 

It had taken some coaxing, but Coach Denny Hodges had finally succeeded in 
getting Lester Norman to go out for football. Since the discovery was made 
by his assistant coach several weeks into the school year, Lester had 
already missed one varsity game and barely had time to learn the team's 
offensive plays for the second. All the same, even though he was ill 
prepared, Coach Hodges daringly put the young man into the game midway into 
the third quarter when it looked as if the team was on its way to its second 
defeat in an as many games. 

When Lester got confused over the plays that were called, Coach Hodges 
finally had the quarterback and the blockers improvise by just giving Lester 
the ball and letting him run with it. Certain plays misfired in the 
confusion, but Lester, using his rare raw natural talents, got off two long 
scoring runs that enabled his team to come from behind and win. 

Denny Hodges declared emphatically after the game: "This kid's a natural. 
I've never seen anything like it. He still doesn't know what the hell the 
game's about, but he got us two touchdowns on runs that most all-league 
seniors couldn't have made. If this kid stays healthy and works at it I 
think I'll have coached my first athlete to go into the pros." 

Although Hodges knew he was putting himself well out on the limb to utter 
such strong words of praise for young Lester at that early stage of the 
game, he felt confident that the youngster would back them up, and so he 
did. 

After Lester promptly absorbed the team's system, the school went unbeaten 
for the rest of its games, winning its first championship in the four years 
Coach Hodges had been there. The team repeated with a championship in 
Lester's second season, and appeared destined to win a third title in a row 
in this, Lester's senior campaign. 

From the middle of Lester Norman's first season Denny Hodges, a former State 
University quarterback who had graduated twelve years earlier, had been in 
contact with his former school, trying to sell them on Lester. 

Chuck Barnes, who did a good deal of recruiting for Duke, and who worked 
particularly hard in that area during the regular season, when Duke's mind 
had to be principally focused on preparing for forthcoming games, was 
working diligently to try and land Lester Norman. 

Despite Chuck's ardent efforts, however, and those of Lester's own coach to 
use whatever influence he could in directing Lester Norman to go to college 
in his own town at State University, swarms of recruiters, like bees 
swarming to honey, flocked to see him play. He had made numerous visits out 
of state, and the last time that Chuck Barnes talked to Denny Hodges, his 
high school coach told him that the pressures, the glamour, and the constant 
demands for his time were causing the youngster to become more withdrawn 
than he had seen him since early in his first season. 

Chuck Barnes explained everything to Duke Story one afternoon before 
practice. 

"We'll figure a way to snare that youngster," Duke winked, patting his 
assistant reassuringly on the back. "I know you've worked hard on this, 
Chuck, and I know that the young man likes you. I've got something in mind 
that I'm hoping will work." 

As soon as Chuck left Duke Story's office, the coach called in his 
secretary, telling Nancy all about the recruiting battle for young Lester 
Norman. 

"I want you to do some research on him," he told her. "Find out as much as 
you can about him. Call up Denny if and when you need to. He'll help you out 
all he can. Call the guys who cover high school football in the local 
papers. Find out as much about him as you can." 

"You can count on me," the lovely blonde winked. 

The project was complete and now Lester would be visiting the campus, where 
he would meet with the coaching staff, would be escorted around the campus 
by several of State's leading senior football players, and then, finally, 
after all the fanfare, he would sit on the team's bench for the football 
game with Sherman Tech. 

Also, Nancy Spencer would fit into the picture. After the seniors on the 
football team had shown Lester around the campus, Nancy would sit down and 
explain some of the educational and social benefits of going to school at 
State. This conversation would take place in the privacy of her office, and 
would be held on Friday evening, hours before Saturday afternoon's big game. 

Nancy escorted Lester into Coach Story's office. The coach was no longer 
there and she had the young man one-on-one. She wore a bright blue dress 
with a see through neckline which gave an affordable and generous look at 
the voluptuous cleavage of her pendulous white breasts. 

She could tell that the young man was indeed overawed by everything that he 
had experienced, capped off by a meeting with the beautiful blonde woman, 
who spoke so graciously. 

"I'll bet you're certainly a popular young man with the ladies, Lester," she 
looked directly into the young man's eyes and smiled. "You've got such a 
good build, you're good-looking, and you've got to be one of the real heroes 
on campus with your football playing." 

"I... I'd rather not talk about that, M'am," he replied in a noticeably 
subdued tone. 

"Now Lester. I told you to call me Nancy, and that's what I expect you to 
do. Understand?" 

"Okay, Nancy. Anyway I'd rather not talk about that." 

"Why in heavens is that?" 

"Well, I'm real shy around women. Just kind of scared of 'em." 

"Why, Lester. Are you scared of me?" 

"Yeah. I guess I am." 

"Why's that?" 

"Well, I guess I'm more scared of you, really, then I am the girls at 
school. In fact I know I am." 

"I guess I oughta be offended by that, but I'll overlook it," she pretended 
to take offense. 

"Here we've been talking nicely and I thought I'd made a new friendship with 
a nice young man. Now you're telling me you're scared of me." 

"I don't mean it the way you're taking it," he shook his head, obviously 
embarrassed. 

"Honest I don't." 

"Then maybe I can ask you what exactly you do mean?" 

"I'm just nervous, that's all. I don't mean to be offensive. You've got to 
understand me." 

Nancy paused momentarily before saying anything. She wanted to weigh 
possible strategy moves, "I'll tell you what, Lester. I can see what the 
problem is. There's been a lot of tension on you, very much. You've had a 
long day of it, and now here I am, talking to you formally. It is enough to 
bowl a poor guy over. I'll tell you what. I've got an idea on something 
that'll relax you. Or at least I hope so." 

"Yes," he looked at her curiously. 

"My apartment is just a few blocks from here. You can relax, I can fix you a 
beer, and we can talk casually. There are some more things I wanna tell you 
about our great university, which we are all so proud of. And I'll just 
remind you that one of our most proud graduates is your football coach." 

"Yes. Coach Hodges really loves this school. Well, I don't know about going 
to your place. 

I don't want to put you out or anything. Really I don't." 

"Nonsense. I'm not putting myself out at all. It will relax you. The 
important thing we want to do here at State University is to put you at 
ease, to make you feel at home here. Now c'mon and let's go. My car's parked 
right outside." 

Lester swallowed hard. Just being in the presence of this dazzling, poised 
woman of the world made him feel awestruck. He thought Nancy Spencer to be 
as beautiful a woman as he had ever laid eyes on. 

A few minutes later he was sitting in the living room of Nancy's apartment. 
Even though Lester had begged off from having a beer, requesting a soft 
drink instead, Nancy would not be dissuaded and brought him a cold bottle of 
Budweiser. 

"You've had a long day of it, Lester, and you need to relax," she explained 
as she handed him the beer. "This will relax you very nicely. I want you to 
feel at home. That's very important to me." 

"Thank you. You are being very nice," he replied. 

While Lester slowly sipped his beer, Nancy went through her planned talk as 
quickly as she could. It was her impression that when she got to the point 
of improvisation she would fare much better as far as really impressing 
young Lester was concerned. His timidity was proving to be a hurdle, but it 
was her strong conviction that it was one she could overcome. 

Finally she looked at Lester and smiled. 

"There's something else I must mention to you about State University, 
something I think a man like you should definitely know about," she told 
him. "We have some very lovely young ladies on campus, and a young man who 
happens to be a star on the football team is always sought after for parties 
and all kinds of social gatherings. In spite of what you say about being 
nervous around women, you can always overcome that. Can't you?" 

"I guess I can." 

"There's no guessing about it. You definitely can. Now I want to ask you. 
Are you still nervous around me?" 

"Yeah, but not quite as bad as before." 

"You see. It's about time you're coming around. It's happening because 
you've been around me for awhile. That's what's happening. You're a very 
nice young man and I look forward to getting even better acquainted with 
you." 

When Nancy had led Lester into the apartment, she had gestured for him to 
sit down on the sofa. She had been sitting on a chair at a safe and 
comfortable distance removed from him across from the sofa. She had 
recognized the danger of sitting on the sofa with him in the beginning, 
fearing that it would scare Lester off and make him more withdrawn than 
ever. Now she felt that the time had come to proceed with bolder action. 

As Lester watched, his eyes filled with mounting curiosity, the sexy blonde 
walked over and sat next to him on the sofa, smiling all the while and 
staring into his eyes. Several times the shy football star looked away, but 
there was no way that he could seemingly avert her stare over the long haul 
as her eyes remained intensely focused in his direction. 

"There's no reason for you to be shy and afraid of women," she told him in a 
soft, seductive tone, and now she was edging her body even closer to his on 
the sofa. "A big, strong football player like you. The idea is completely 
silly, and furthermore I'm gonna prove my point to you." 

Suddenly Nancy rose from the sofa. As he looked up at her with curiosity she 
took him by the hand. 

"Get up," was all she said, tugging gently at his hand. 

He got up stiffly from the sofa, bowled over by the suddenness of her 
movements and the increased intimacy of their contact as she held his hand. 

She led him into her bedroom, and it was not until he was inside it that 
Lester Norman recognized exactly where she had taken him. His eyes 
mushroomed. 

"What are you doing?" he asked. 

"I'm putting a myth to rest," she winked. 

"How do you mean?" 

"I mean that I'm gonna prove to you once and for all that this talk about 
being afraid of women is just so much nonsense. I'm gonna show you that 
everything is gonna work out just fine." 

Even though Nancy was performing an assignment for Coach Story and good old 
State University, her employer, there was a good deal more to the current 
situation than that. 

She genuinely liked this young man, and was looking forward to helping him 
out. If she had her way he would be putting his timidity around the opposite 
sex to rest for good. 

In addition, she found young Lester Norman appealing, with his 
broad-shoulders and well-chiseled features, and she was already wondering 
what he would look like devoid of clothes. 

As he stood there stiffly in a far corner of the room, looking totally out 
of place in the bedroom of the confident, beautiful blonde secretary to 
Coach Story, Nancy Spencer began removing her dress with quick, vigorous 
movements. 

"What's going on here?" he asked fearfully. 

"A little nudity shouldn't shock you at all, darling, it's a part of life," 
she smiled. "In fact, let's make this your first college class with 
Professor Nancy Spencer as your devoted instructor." 

Once that the blonde removed her dress, she could see that she was indeed 
getting to this young man. His eyes continued widening, and now the look of 
acute fear that had once been in his eyes was gradually being replaced by an 
expression of acute sexual hunger and curiosity. 

Nancy was greatly heartened by the manner in which the young man was 
beginning to respond, and when she removed her dress and stood before him in 
her lacy white panties and matching brassiere, his alert eyes quickly 
appraised the voluptuous contours of her gorgeous form. 

He was immediately and emphatically impressed by the fullness of her ripe 
breasts, which he could see so clearly through the outline of her brassiere, 
and from what spilled generously over the top of it. His eyes then traveled 
downward toward Nancy's sleekly sensuous legs with her firm, fleshy thighs 
and trim ankles. If anything, he was even more impressed with her beauty at 
this point than he had been when he had received his first look at her in 
Coach Story's office wearing the seductive blue dress. 

Nancy slowly eased her body downward into her bed. With meticulous, precise 
strokes she undid her brassiere and tossed it on a nearby chair, where she 
had earlier discarded her dress. 

Now that Nancy's firm white alabaster breasts were free from any confinement 
and Lester was able to get an unobstructed view of them, he felt more 
excited than ever. Nancy could see the heat mounting within him just from 
studying his responses to her. Instead of merely standing stiffly in a far 
corner of the room, now Lester Norman's body was picking up some life as his 
feet and hands started to shift and move with noticeable restlessness. 

After giving Lester a good long opportunity to fasten his eyes on her 
shapely globes of alabaster breast flesh, she reached down and planted her 
fingers firmly against the crotchband of her panties. 

"Nothing like being completely naked," she purred. 

Even though she was smoldering with passionate intensity, and would have 
loved nothing more than literally tearing young Lester's clothes off of him 
and settling immediately into rousing sex, she recognized only too well that 
for strategic purposes she had to draw things out, to slowly expose him and 
more and more of her as his sexual curiosity and appetites expanded. 

Her fingers remained curled against the crotchband of her panties, and now 
she commenced sliding them down against the firmness of her fleshy white 
thighs as she listened to the provocative scraping sounds of the skimpy 
material making contact with the warmth of her creamy rich skin. 

"Oh. This feels so good," she sighed. Soon she had the panties down all the 
way to her ankles, and finally, with a quick, resolute flick of the wrists, 
she removed them altogether and tossed them onto the same chair where her 
dress and brassiere had been discarded earlier. 

As she lay there totally naked, the sensuous Nancy slowly parted her legs, 
eventually reaching down between them and dipping her fingers with slow 
certainty against the succulence of her flaming vagina. 

"Oh, honey, I'm so hot," she looked over at the young man and exclaimed. 
"Come on over here. I don't want you to miss out on any of the fun. Come 
over." 

Even though she could see that he was still battling the forces of fear, he 
compliantly walked slowly over toward the bed, stopping a few feet away from 
her. She wanted him to get a close view of her naked body as it lay there on 
full display. 

"Come over here a little closer," she beckoned him. 

He moved even closer to her and she reached out with her right hand, 
promptly making an emphatic move toward his crotch. She swiftly unzipped his 
trousers and pulled out his cock, noticing that he already had the 
beginnings of a huge erection. 

"Say, I like that cock," she smiled, fondling it in her fingers. "I'm gonna 
make you feel good with my finger movements. This is gonna be so nice." 

His body stiffened at first when she grabbed his cock, but soon enough the 
stiffness left him as her sturdy fingers started thoroughly massaging the 
bulging length of his torrid organ. Up and down her fingers methodically 
pumped as they made steady contact with his long, hard organ. 

"How do you like what I'm doing to you?" she asked. 

"It does feel good." 

"Sure it does. There's no reason why you shouldn't be enjoying something 
like this. Oh, this is so nice. It's so good when people aren't afraid to 
let themselves go." 

She pumped up and down against the throbbing length of his intense manhood 
until, finally, she removed her fingers from his steely organ. 

"Okay, Lester honey, now it's time for you to take your clothes off," she 
told him. "C'mon and join me on this bed. You've found out how much 
beautiful sensation a person can receive, and this really is just the 
beginning. There's so much more to follow, my dear." 

At first Lester's fingers moved with caution but before long he was 
manipulating them more speedily as he removed his shirt and trousers, which 
he laid on an empty chair a few feet from him. It pleased Nancy to see just 
how excited this young man was becoming under her skilled care, the manner 
in which he was discarding his inhibition and falling into the same pattern 
to be expected from a horny football player under those circumstances. 

When he finally stripped down to his white cotton shorts, she motioned for 
him to move closer. 

"C'mon, darling," she said. "A little closer. How I wanna make you feel 
good." 

She proceeded to slide his shorts down his legs as his heart began pounding 
in a restless floodtide of steadily building anxiety. 

"Pretty soon you'll be as naked as me, honey," she told him. 

Nancy finally removed Lester's shorts, and now he was indeed as naked as was 
she. 

Once more she reached out and commenced tugging up and down against the 
length of his throbbing tool. She listened to the loud gasps and sighs that 
the now entranced young man gave forth with, and she knew fully well that 
she was putting a new and badly needed dimension into his life. 

Her fingers glided up and down with restless zeal against his swollen cock, 
and now she reached out and let her tongue take its first swipes against the 
bloated surface of his swollen, electrically alive testicles. 

"Oh, I don't believe it feels so good," he gasped. "The way that your tongue 
is moving. The way that your fingers are sliding up and down my cock. It's 
so great." 

She loved the fact that he was now willing and able to come out and admit 
how much he was enjoying the sensations he received from both Nancy's tongue 
and fingers. The dual sensations caused his body to rock and sway from the 
building torrent of acutely passionate want building through his loins. 

Eventually she released her fingers from his long cock and let her tongue 
slide along the mushroom-like tip of his cockhead, producing fresh volts of 
electricity shooting through his entire body. 

"Oh, you've got me on fire," he gasped. "This feels so great. You're a 
magician with your tongue." 

She put her fingers to work at that juncture against his lust-bloated 
scrotum, already wet from the earlier strokes that her tongue had 
energetically delivered. 

Up and down she continued grinding with the solid warmth of her hot red 
tongue as the young football player gasped and sighed, his body continued to 
twist and slide. 

"Oh, I've never felt anything this good," Norman gasped, "never in my whole 
life. Suck, oh, suck me, I love it, I absolutely love it, do it to me!" 

His words served as music to her ears. The fact that young Lester Norman was 
responding to her in just the way that she had hoped was spurring her on so 
that she would give him complete satisfaction. Already she could see him 
enrolling at State University. If he did she knew that there would be a good 
chance of her getting a substantial bonus or job raise from her generous 
boss, who was already talking about taking her to a coach's convention in 
Hawaii as incentive for doing a good job. 

"Oh, damned, my cock is on fire," Lester gasped. "That tongue of yours is 
working like magic. I can't believe how good it feels the way you're working 
it up and down my long dick. Keep up that action and I'll shoot, absolutely 
shoot!" 

Her fingers clutched more tightly than ever against the torrid surface of 
the young man's electrified testicles as he was pushed that much closer to 
the point of a wild and spontaneous combination, and the talented dual 
action the young woman was employing propelled Lester to heights he never 
realized possible. 

"Ohhhhh, my cock's on fire, my nuts are on fire, I'm on fire, I can't get 
enough of it," he gasped. "Keep grinding your tongue. Grind it against my 
prick. I'm gonna have to shoot. The stuff is gonna spray out of me. Do it, 
do it to me!" 

Her fingers squeezed his testicles more tightly than ever as her torrid 
tongue glided resolutely up and - down the full length of his blue-veined 
stiffness as he was propelled that much closer to the state of an orgasmic 
culmination. 

A few quick, assertive thrusts later he could hold back no longer. The 
stirring penis fluid would have to explode from the torrid tip of his 
emblazoned shaft and splash profusely into the wet intimacy of her mouth. 

"I'm gonna spray, the stuff is gonna spill," he gasped. 

Her fingers clutched once more against his bloated testicles as the fiery 
pellets of joy juice thunder from the end of his torrid organ and began to 
joyously flood her willing mouth. 

As the juices started to engulf her mouth, she eased her grip on her lover's 
testicles as his hips swirled, he gasped loudly, and the torrent of joy 
juice engulfed her mouth. 

"OOOOOOOO HHHH, SO NICE!" he gasped. "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH, WHAT A TONGUE! 
OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

The stirring stream continued to pour out of the end of his cock and into 
her mouth. Her tongue whirled with lascivious delight as she brought his 
orgasm under control, after which she finally released her tongue from his 
cock. 

Now the husky football star was lying on his back like a contented baby, a 
triumphant smile on his face. 

"Thank you for a great suck," he said. 

"I take it you're not afraid of me anymore," she kidded. 

"No. I guess that suck job took care of that. It's amazing how fast it all 
changed." 

"Didn't I tell you that you had nothing to be afraid of?" 

"Yeah. You did." 

She looked down at his crotch and observed that his penis was anything but 
flaccid. It had diminished in size only slightly even in the aftermath of 
the dramatic screw, and now it had already increased in size beyond what it 
had been at that point so that it was approaching the rock hard nature it 
had enjoyed prior to the last explosion. 

"Boy, you're really a tiger," she pointed down toward his cock. "You're 
still up there like a champ." 

"Yeah, and feeling one whole lot better about everything." 

Nancy decided that it was time to get her young friend hot and bothered 
anew. Now that she had bolstered his confidence it was time to provide him 
with some more dramatic excitement, to increase the flow of expectation 
within him. 

The blonde reached down and let her fingers glide soothingly up and down 
against the full length of his cock. He loved the smooth, methodical tempo 
of her finger movements and a look of lust surfaced in his eyes. 

"Oh, that feels good," he said. 

"It looks like you're ready for more action." 

"Yeah. Sure looks that way." 

"Well, I'm willing to provide it for you." 

"You're some kind of woman. You really know how to accommodate a guy. You 
know how to make him feel good." 

"I wanna make you feel real good." 

Her fingers jerked methodically up and down against his organ a few more 
times. Finally he had regained his former hardness and anxiety level. She 
loved listening to the urgent gasping sounds coming from the young man, 
reactions brought on by the manner in which she had skillfully manipulated 
her fingers up and down his long, hard cock. 

As she released her fingers from his throbbing tool, the shapely blonde 
stretched out comfortably on her back, lewdly extending her legs and giving 
him a good view of her crotch. 

Nancy loved the attentive expression she saw on his face, and slowly she 
reached down and glided her fingers against the warmth of her pubic hair. 
She then alternately switched her finger movements to her vagina, and 
through it all the fascinated young man kept staring at her. 

"I'm having some fun playing with my pussy," she looked up at him and 
winked. "You having fun watching, darling?" 

"Yeah. I sure am." 

"How about me letting you do more than watch." 

"I'm open to suggestions," Lester Norman grinned. 

"Good. I know you've got a great cock. How's your tongue?" 

"It's fine." 

"Then come on over here and start putting it to work. I'd like for you to 
really grind it, put it to work on my body." 

As Lester stared at the appealing naked form of the beautiful woman he 
decided that it would be great indeed if he had the opportunity to put his 
stirring tongue to work on her beautiful body. 

He moved over toward the bed and hurled himself down on top of it, after 
which he began staring hungrily at the blonde's breasts. 

"Go ahead," she smiled. "Suck my tits. I see you admiring them. They're 
there to be more than looked at, they're there to be sucked and I want you 
to make the most of it. Go ahead and suck." 

He flung his tongue forward with bold assertiveness, letting it glide 
against the ripeness of her firm breast flesh. Her firm globes of flesh 
vibrated and undulated sharply under the stirring tongue mechanics of young 
Lester. Back and forth he spiritedly propelled his soaring tongue against 
her boobs as she laid back and enjoyed every stimulating movement. 

"Oh, I love that, really love it," she told him. "Come on, honey, and keep 
up those movements. Really drive your tongue. Oh, give me a good workout. 
Drive that tongue against my tits. Oh, I love the way you're coming on, the 
way that tongue is gliding. Just keep it working, darling, oh, really work 
it." 

His searingly red oral digit continued to make pulsating contact against the 
breasts and nipples of the beautiful blonde as she felt a rush of heat 
between her loins. His stimulating tongue thrusts had caused her pussy to 
feel acute waves of quivering need that would have to be promptly satisfied. 

"Oh, wow, switch the action, honey," she finally told him. "Put your tongue 
to work in my pussy. C'mon and eat out my hot nest. I'm on fire, darling, on 
fire. Go ahead and suck me. 

Oh, suck my nest, bring the juices out of me." 

He dropped his tongue down between her outstretched legs, inhaling the 
invigorating scent of her femaleness, recognizing that he would soon be 
experiencing a chance to taste his blonde lover just as she had earlier 
swallowed his juices. 

"C'mon, honey," she called out with a stronger measure of urgency than 
before. "Put your tongue to work in my nest. I've got to explode. Your 
tongue can do it. Oh, just let it slide. 

Really give me a wild workout. Oh, your tongue can bring me off." 

He let his fingers clutch sharply against the blonde's rapidly gyrating 
alabaster buttocks as he propelled his sturdy tongue forward, letting it 
manipulate sharply against the warmth of her scalding vagina. 

Back and forth he let it connect with her inflamed orifice as his fingers 
continued clutching sharply against her buttocks. All the while he was 
propelling her ever closer to the state of a wild and enjoyable climax. 

"Oh, bring me off, darling," she gasped. "Your tongue is just beautiful. I 
love the way it's working. Supreme efficiency and skill. Oh, get me off, 
darling, get me off!" 

His spiraling tongue continued to dramatically connect against the pink 
wetness of her pussy as he drove her that much nearer to the state of 
orgasm. 

A few quick, jolting thrusts later the juices were ready to spurt from her 
nest. His fingers clutched with an even greater measure of tightness against 
her writhing asscheeks as he began tasting the exploding droplets of joy 
juice from her pussy. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHH, GOOD BOY, WHAT A GLORIOUS TONGUE!" she declared. 

"YOUR TONGUE IS SO GOOD! I LOVE THE WAY YOU PUT IT TO WORK! IT IS SO NICE, 
OH, SO VERY NICE!" 

He stuck with the load and swallowed the drops of joy juice until the final 
few had toppled from her organ and into his mouth. When he withdrew his 
tongue from her placated pussy his cock was on fire, badly in need of 
action. 

"Just look at this," he pointed toward his throbbing tool. 

"I know, honey. You've eaten my pussy. Now feel free to attack it with your 
cock." 

"Oh. That's the kind of invitation I really love." 

As a means of exciting him all the more and letting him know just what he 
was getting, she twisted her shapely asscheeks and revealed the moistness of 
her succulent, enticing vagina. 

"I'm ready for you, darling, all ready," she purred. 

"Yeah. I can really see that." 

The football star's eyes sparkled zestfully as he reached out and glided his 
fingers against her shapely thighs, which by now were a little moist with 
perspiration. He loved the feel of his sturdy fingers pressing against the 
solid warmth of her fleshy thighs, and with one quick forward thrust he 
guided his steaming cock forward, letting it take aim on her succulent moist 
vagina. 

"Come on and ravish me, tiger," she called out. "Let that hot prick of yours 
go to work. 

Really grind it inside my pussy. I wanna feel that hot charging meat driving 
inside me. Go ahead, darling, and really screw me. 

He heaved his steaming cock forward, letting it land with intense force 
inside the tightness of the blonde's hotly spasming nest. She dramatically 
tightened her cuntal muscles to provide her hotly intruding lover with the 
tightest possible access to her searing love tunnel as he blasted his way 
into her vaginal furnace, penetrating her with great erotic hunger. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she called out. "Oh, baby, really wield that hot stick 
of yours. Drive it inside me. You can really fuck. Keep that action going. 
Keep on screwing me. Oh, that hot prick of yours can really do the job." 

The shock waves quickly began to accelerate inside Lester's already 
electrified body as he kept hammering forward with his blazing pole, driving 
it spiritedly inside the tightness of Nancy's hotly spasming pussy as he 
drove himself ever nearer to orgasm. 

A few stirring strokes later he found himself squarely on the verge of 
another explosion. 

For extra impetus he reached down and let his fingers glide smoothly against 
the blonde's excitedly twisting breasts as she recognized just how closely 
he had moved to the state of a stormy explosion. 

"Oh, what sensations," he gasped. "How I love this. How I love driving my 
cock into you." 

"Keep it coming, baby, I want it, I need it, I can't get enough of it," she 
sighed. "Oh, I just love the way you plant that hot stick into me. It's such 
a good feeling." 

His fingers tweaked against her pebble hard nipples, causing her to let out 
a wild sigh of agitation over the impending explosion that she knew would 
emanate from Lester. 

"Oh, I'm getting close now, real close," he told her. 

"I can tell, honey. You're really humping me. Well, keep it up, keep driving 
that long, stiff cock. Oh, you're so close, so very close. Keep hammering 
me." 

His stiffly plunging manmeat continued to devastate her with every sweeping 
thrust as he approached the apex of his experience. His torrid pole plunged 
into her with unflagging ecstasy and he could feel the stimulating 
sensations building with appreciable rapidity in his scalding loins, 
particularly the acute heat that was rapidly storing up in his cock and 
balls, which were in a state of scorching lust and waiting to explode any 
moment. 

Again his fingers reached down and tweaked against the beautiful blonde 
woman's nipples, and this time she reacted more sharply than before as she 
heaved a series of deep sighs and enjoyed the contact more than ever. 

"Keep ramming your cock into me," she begged. "Oh, I just can't get enough 
of the kind of action you're providing. Come on and fuck me, darling, really 
fuck me. 

His scorching pole made its way inside the tightness of her rapidly twisting 
vagina a few more times as he pushed his way that much nearer to an 
explosion. All the while she was building to a torrid climax of her own from 
all the wild thrusting that was taking place. 

"Screw me, oh, screw me," she implored. "Oh, honey, I can't take much more. 
I'm gonna be juicing. 

Your stiff prick is really driving me wild. Push it inside me, oh, ah, I 
love it, I just can't get enough of this wild action." 

Her fervent pleas only served to speed up the assertive Lester's movements 
that much more. His long, stiff pole kept gliding in and out of her searing 
womb with vigorous determination as he propelled himself ever nearer to 
orgasm. 

A few strokes later, as her legs kicked back and forth unrestrainedly, Nancy 
could not hold back any longer. The stirring orgasmic juices toppled from 
her nest. 

"Oooooo hhhhhh, honey," she exclaimed. "Oh, keep that hot prick slamming 
into me. The juices are really spraying. Oh, they're spilling from my pussy. 
I love it, oh, I really love that action. Just drive your cock into me, oh, 
ah, I love it, I love it, I love what you're doing to me!" 

He felt the wetness of her cuntal fluids making contact with the sturdy 
warmth of his long shaft as he kept on driving himself forward, burying his 
steaming manmeat in the burning depths of her vagina. His finger clutched 
tightly against her breasts, his body violently spasmed, and suddenly the 
burst of juice was triggered from the end of his spear as it splashed from 
the end of his ecstasy-filled dagger and into her mound. 

"Oooooo hhhhhh, now here I go," he gasped. "What fucking, what beautiful 
fucking! It feels so good with the juices spurting out of my cock. Ooooo 
hhhh hhhh, aaaaa ggggg hhhhhhhh, I love it, oh, ah, oh, really love it!" 

The fluids splashed from his intently alive organ and sprayed into her 
vagina. He gasped and sighed, his body dramatically rocking back and forth, 
until the final few drops of his hot fluid had spilled from the end of his 
penis and into her vagina. 

Once that he had pulled his now flaccid cock from the blonde's vagina, 
Lester felt both very tired and surprised. As he thought back to all that 
had happened in so short a period of time he found it almost 
incomprehensible for him to grasp. This amazing woman with the beauty, grace 
and poise who could turn instantly into a screwing wildcat when the desire 
arose, had indeed proved her point to him in no uncertain terms. There had 
been no reason for him to be fearful around women, not even a beautiful and 
sophisticated woman such as Nancy Spencer, and in the process of proving her 
point he had exploded his cock juices twice and had sucked her pussy to 
climax. 

As he lay on his back catching his breath, the blonde got up from the bed 
and left the room. A few moments later he heard the pitter patter of her 
bare feet as she re-emerged. 

Nancy was holding a fresh bottle of Budweiser in her right hand, which she 
handed to him. 

"You're sweating a lot and you lost a lot of cock fluid, baby," she told 
him. "This'll put some fluid back into your system, cool you off, and quench 
your thirst at the same time. And I'll bet you're thirsty right now. Aren't 
you?" 

"Yes, I am," he grinned, eagerly accepting the beer and taking a long swig 
of it as Nancy stretched out on the edge of the bed. "I've really got to 
give you lots of credit for knowing just how to take care of me. You're 
making me feel like a king." 

"There's no reason for a handsome, talented athlete like yourself to feel 
anything but like a king, honey, if you play your cards right," she told 
him, patting his shoulder affectionately. 

"You're only seeing the beginning, darling." 

"How do you mean?" he asked, taking another swig of beer. 

"I mean that At State University our great athletes are treated like 
conquering heroes. Like emperors." 

"Yeah?" he looked at her with keenly mounting interest. 

"As far as I'm concerned we're just starting to get acquainted." 

"You really mean that?" he raised his eyebrows. "You bet. I like this place 
and I'll be around here awhile. We can have lots of fun times like tonight. 
That is, if you'd want me again." 

"You're damned right I'd want you again." 

"Well, I'd like to do it again with you, darling. You really have a 
smoldering intensity about you once you get rolling. We really had a time of 
it." 

"I know_"I'll never forget it." 

"Good. I love making an impression on a man like you. Anyway, there will be 
other girls around here, too. Very appealing girls. There are things to 
college life other than just books and playing football, and you'll have a 
chance to go to all the interesting parties, meet all the interesting 
people, including scores of beautiful women, and some prosperous alumni as 
well who can help you out with connections for when you get out of here. Now 
how does all that sound to you, Lester?" 

"It sounds mighty good," he grinned broadly. 

"We want you here at State and we hope that you want us." 

"I'm starting to figure that this just might be the place for me to go to 
school," he grinned again. 

"That's swell, baby." 

She kissed him affectionately on the lips. 

A few minutes later Lester had finished his beer. Nancy and Lester then 
promptly got dressed. The blonde then drove the young man over to the men's 
dorms, where he would be staying overnight, after which he would attend the 
football game the following day. 

As she let him off in front of the dorms, he waved goodnight and walked 
away, a dream-like expression on his face. 

Nancy Spencer was convinced that she had played her femme-fatale role to 
perfection as she drove back to her apartment, treated herself to a 
pre-bedtime Scotch and water, then turned in for the evening. 

The following evening, after the game and the joust with the media that 
would follow it, a bedraggled Duke Story would arrive at her apartment. He 
would be either in a good or bad mood depending on how State University had 
fared. Either way she had just the tonic to perk him up, her own alluring 
sexual charms. 

But tomorrow night she would have added ammunition to make him feel good. 
Unless she was totally wrong the highly sought after Lester Norman was as 
good as delivered to State University. 

CHAPTER THREE 

From the time that Liz Moreno had arrived at State University, Nancy Spencer 
had done her best to befriend the young woman and make her feel at home in 
every way. 

Liz had been an honor student in her home town of Gallup, New Mexico, and 
when it came time for her to go to college, she realized that she needed 
financial assistance to be able to attend at all. Her father worked as a gas 
station attendant, and the fact that Liz came from a family of eight 
brothers and sisters meant that the week's paycheck was being constantly 
stretched beyond its limits. Her mother did odd jobs and occasionally worked 
in the fields at some of the many ranches in the small town situated one 
hundred miles west of Albuquerque, but the heavy demands on her time to 
raise a family were so great that she could not afford to leave home as 
often as she otherwise would have. 

Throughout high school Liz maintained a part time job working in a drug 
store, contributing money to support the family, and at school she excelled 
brilliantly in the classroom and on the school paper, of which she became 
editor both her junior and senior years. 

Recognizing that the young woman had great promise, but also cognizant of 
the acute money problems her family faced, the Moreno family and her 
teachers at school were hoping that somehow a way could be found for her to 
secure a scholarship so that she could attend college. 

Liz faithfully applied for scholarships to numerous universities both in and 
out of New Mexico, and the problem she kept confronting was that 
scholarships were limited and, whenever a school was in doubt concerning 
applicants to reward, they would choose those who had come from more 
established high schools. 

State University had thought enough of her academic promise to send her a 
plane ticket so she could travel to the school and be interviewed by 
university officials. It was during these interviews that a counselor in 
administration struck upon an idea. There was an opening in the sports 
information department with the departure of a graduate journalism student, 
who had since left to take a writing job for a Chicago television station. 
The university took a long look at the young woman's high school background, 
discovering that, prior to the time that she had become editor of her school 
paper, she had served as sports editor. 

The university eventually offered the young woman a scholarship in which her 
tuition would be paid and she would have a chance to earn additional money 
working twenty-five hours a week in the sports information department. 

Liz Moreno's boss, along with everyone else who had come into contact with 
her, was happy over the strides she had made in a few short months on the 
job. At first she seemed overawed by being thrust into a new situation in a 
strange city, one so much larger and busier than the town from which she had 
come, and it was Nancy Spencer, at the encouragement of Coach Story, who had 
befriended her and had done her best to make the young woman feel properly 
at home. 

It was a quiet Wednesday evening in Nancy's apartment, and Liz Moreno was 
sitting in the living room with the blonde woman as they relaxed looking at 
television following dinner, which Nancy had ably prepared. 

The two women were bored with the routine melodrama they were watching, and 
so Nancy asked Liz if it would be all right for her to turn the set off. Liz 
promptly agreed. 

After turning off the television, Nancy talked her friend into having some 
wine with her, and so, as they sipped the wine in the quietness of evening, 
they began to talk. At first conversation revolving around the successful 
football season that State was thus far enjoying. 

"Coach Story is very optimistic," Nancy told Liz Moreno. "He feels that if 
the team can win the rest of its games, there's a good chance they'll get a 
bowl game offer." 

"That will be great. That's what I keep hearing around the office, too. It 
would be State's first bowl bid in five years." 

"But all that aside, Liz. How are things going with you?" 

"Oh. Very well. I'm happy with the way things are going." 

"Good. There's just one thing that worries me a little about you," Nancy 
said, her voice registering concern. 

"What's that?" 

"Your social life. You're such an attractive young woman and there are all 
kinds of guys on this-campus wanting to take you out. As a matter of fact, 
I've had some guys on the football team asking me if I thought there was a 
chance of getting a date for them. They said they just can't seem to get to 
know you." 

"I have been very busy." 

"You've been invited to a lot of parties and I can't remember either seeing 
you or hearing about you going to any of them." 

"That's because I haven't been to any of them. 

"That's what I thought. Mind telling me why?" 

"Well, this is my first year in school, and the first year is always the 
hardest. This is my big chance, an opportunity to make good, and I'm 
concentrating as hard as I can to see that I make the most of it." 

"That's very well and good, but have you ever heard about what can happen if 
a person concentrates too hard?" 

"You mean if they overwork?" 

"That's exactly what I mean. You can overdo it and then things start, to go 
in reverse. You can actually go backwards. I think it's really important for 
you to get out and have a little fun. I'm telling you that as a friend." 

"Maybe you're right. I know it sometimes has been tough to concentrate when 
I spend as much time on my work as I've been doing." 

"Of course it is. You need to ease off a little. You know, you are a very 
pretty young woman." 

"Thank you. That makes me feel good to get a compliment like that from 
somebody as pretty as you are. I remember what I thought the first time I 
saw you." 

"What did you think, dear?" the blonde asked with a smile. 

"I thought to myself that I wished I looked like you did. You looked so 
beautiful and confident. I wanted to be like you in every way. I couldn't 
help but admire you." 

"You're being too kind," Nancy smiled. 

Nancy could see that Liz Moreno was looking up to her as she would an older 
sister. She was happy to see that such a high level of admiration was 
present. Nancy thought that she could convert the admiration to positive 
advantage as far as her goals were concerned. 

The blonde eased her body over toward Liz' on the sofa. She stared into the 
alert, captivatingly lovely brown eyes of the beautiful young Chicano girl. 
She could see the same level of idealism, some of which was born of naivete, 
that had characterized her at a comparable stage of her life. Now was the 
time, she reasoned, to bring this lovely young woman into immediate touch 
with the world of reality. 

Nancy stared at Liz' coal black hair, her smooth olive skin, her sensuous 
red lips, and her stunning figure. Nancy had always loved the curvaceousness 
of the young woman's firm buttocks and the beauty of her equally firm 
breasts. Somebody had to loosen this dazzling beauty up and she considered 
herself to be as good a candidate as any, particularly since Liz already had 
a strong admiration for her and had demonstrated friendship toward her on so 
many occasions. 

"You really have what it takes, Liz," she whispered to the young brunette, 
"What beautiful smooth skin. What a gorgeous figure. Yes, you've definitely 
got what it takes." 

Nancy leaned forward and eased her fingers toward the young Chicano woman's 
breasts. 

Slowly and softly she let them glide inside her blouse and brassiere until 
they were scraping with soothing warmth against the firm, ripe flesh. Just 
touching the dazzling Liz Moreno caused vibrations of excitement to 
circulate profusely through her entire body, particularly between her 
slightly quivering legs. 

Although Nancy was touching her breasts, it was all happening on such a slow 
and seemingly non-erotic scale that Liz did not initially react in shock. 
She recalled several times when some of her closer girl friends in high 
school had expressed admiration and she had let them touch her there. She 
had drawn the line on any activity beyond that, however, and that was as far 
as things had gone. 

Now here was another woman who apparently possessed the same level of 
admiration for her reaching out and smoothly massaging her breasts. It did 
feel good to Liz to experience the sensation of the fingers making slow but 
sure contact with the warmth of her breasts, but she was also starting to 
worry just a little about what Nancy had in mind. She also was starting to 
worry about the strange vibrations beginning to circulate through her own 
body. 

"Yes. Lovely, very lovely," Nancy purred as she continued to finger the 
young woman's breasts. 

While Nancy continued to let her fingers make slow but steady erotic contact 
with the warmth of Liz Moreno's firm breasts, she suddenly leaned her head 
forward. Nancy puckered up her lips, then let them make swift plunging 
contact against Liz' lips. 

This time Liz' body convulsed and she reacted in shock, doing her best to 
immediately pull back her lips, to thwart Nancy in her efforts. The 
determined blonde, however, was not to be denied as her lips pressed firmly 
against those of the young woman and her fingers continued to press against 
her breasts, only a good deal tighter and more resolutely than before. 

When Nancy eventually released her lips from Liz, the younger woman 
immediately voiced a protest, one which came out more as fear than as anger. 
The ring of authority was clearly missing, but the measure of fearful 
uncertainty all too evident. 

"Stop, Nancy. You don't know what you're doing," she shrieked. "This is 
wrong, all wrong." 

"No, it isn't, my dear, and furthermore I don't believe you think it is, 
either. Not really. Look at the way your body is shaking. It's because you 
can feel the waves of excitement. That's why." 

"No. That isn't it. Please. Don't do that again." 

"I won't. This time I've got something else in mind." 

Once more young Liz was taken by surprise over an abrupt move on the part of 
Nancy. 

The blonde leaned forward, and as she clutched Liz' breasts tightly, she 
thrust her steaming red tongue forward, quickly forcing it inside of Liz' 
mouth. 

Liz did her best to fight off Nancy's efforts, but she had clearly been 
taken by surprise once more, and by the time she was ready to put forward 
some resistance the blonde was already wielding her tongue with crisp 
anxiety inside the young woman's mouth. All that Liz could do was gulp and 
gasp in complete desperation as the activity continued in the form of the 
rapid fire, pistoning tongue thrusts directed inside of Liz' mouth. 

While Nancy's hotly pulsating tongue continued to slip and slide inside the 
wetness of the Chicano woman's oral cavern, the blonde promptly released her 
crisp fingers from Liz' breasts and soon she was throwing her arms around 
Liz. 

While the steaming tongue action continued, Nancy guided Liz down from the 
sofa and toward the rug, onto which they toppled as one with a loud thud. 

Tongue continued to spiritedly lash against tongue as the desperate Liz made 
several attempts to free herself from Nancy's grasp, but on each occasion 
she was unsuccessful. 

The striking young brunette was presently experiencing a kind of unique 
agony, something markedly different from any sensation that she had 
previously encountered in her life. 

There was a certain fear present over the fact that she was experiencing 
waves of sensation shooting through her whole body from the combination of 
the tongue kiss and the finger activity directed toward her alabaster 
breasts. She could not help but feel that these sensations were tragically 
wrong, and she particularly feared what they might portend. 

Tongue clashed with tongue for several more impactful minutes, after which 
Nancy released her tongue from Liz' mouth. When she did she put her fingers 
to work swiftly prying the young woman's blouse off amidst trembles and 
shrieks of protest from Liz over what was happening to her. 

"Stop, stop, you've gone out of your mind," she shouted. "You're doing such 
awful things to me!" 

"I'm out of my mind with lust," Nancy laughed. 

By then Nancy was determined that nothing would dislodge her from achieving 
her goal, that of removing every stitch of clothing from the brunette. She 
pulled and tugged until Liz' blouse was removed. The young Chicano woman 
shouted a fresh series of protests now that her blouse had been removed. 

"Stop, stop, oh, don't, please stop," she exclaimed. "Now quiet down, 
darling, and learn to enjoy this. Everything is gonna be just fine. We're 
all gonna have a spectacular time. You'll learn how much enjoyment you can 
have with me after you get over these hysterics and learn to enjoy 
yourself." 

"No. This is wrong, this is evil. You've gone out of your mind, Nancy. I 
don't know what's gotten into you. Stop right now and leave me alone. Let me 
go." 

Nancy was not about to release her beautiful victim. She was too enamored 
with her, and of the numerous erotic possibilities that lay ahead. 

Now that Liz Moreno's blouse had been removed and tossed aside, it was time 
to separate her from her brassiere. Nancy's fingers moved with quick 
aggressiveness as she let them clutch against the straps of the white 
brassiere, setting up another chorus of desperate protest from the beautiful 
Chicano. 

"You're making things even worse," she exclaimed. "Stop. Please stop right 
now." 

Nancy was not about to pay a solitary bit of attention to the protests of 
her friend as she pried off her brassiere, then stared down at the ripe 
succulence of her magnificent breasts, which she immediately fondled with 
great delight. 

"Oh, darling, it feels so good touching these," she said. "These are such 
lovely breasts." 

"Oh, please let go," a terrified Liz Moreno begged. "Let go of my breasts. 
Don't touch them like that." 

"It's natural for women to reach out and touch each other," Nancy responded. 
"You have such lovely breasts, dear, and all I'm doing is showing you a 
little affection." 

Despite the fact that the confused and distraught Liz Moreno was outwardly 
protesting over what was happening to her, Nancy could tell from the 
troubled expression on her face that the young woman's resistance was 
quickly dwindling. There was a side of her that had already been bowled over 
by the blonde's abundant charms. 

"You're beautiful, absolutely beautiful," Nancy exclaimed. 

Finally Nancy released her fingers from the Chicano's breasts. Her next step 
was to remove her slacks, and as she reached down and grabbed hold of them 
emphatically, the confusion within Liz grew by leaps and bounds and she 
heaved a series of desperate gasps, followed by more words of protest. 

"Stop, oh, please stop," she begged. 

Now all authority had gone from her voice, and Nancy immediately detected 
not only a tone of confusion, but also that of resignation in which the 
young woman was beginning to reconcile herself not only to her present fate, 
but to her future fate as well. 

Nancy's heart began pounding with great anxiety as she quickly tugged off 
Liz Moreno's slacks, pulling them down her legs and off of her, then 
immediately reaching out and grabbing a firm hold of the Chicano woman's 
wispy white panties. 

"Oh, no, I'll be naked and totally helpless," Liz shrieked. "Please, Nancy. 
Stop now." 

"Honey, by now I don't think you even want me to stop." 

"Oh, but I do. This is humiliating." 

"Nonsense. There's nothing humiliating about one woman seeing another woman 
naked. 

You know better than that." 

"In some settings maybe so, but not this way. You're almost tearing my 
things off of me." 

"I wouldn't be pulling so hard if you weren't making it tougher on me, my 
sweet. Your body stiffens, you pull away, and that makes the whole thing 
that much harder. Just relax a little and everything'll come much easier." 

"But it shouldn't come easier. It shouldn't happen at all. Please stop and 
don't bother me anymore. Not like this, Nancy. Oh, please stop, I beg of 
you." 

"You're so stunning, and now I'm gonna see you completely naked," Nancy 
panted gleefully. "I can hardly wait to see you that way. Oh, this is gonna 
be super." 

She pulled and slid her panties with resolute swiftness down the 
olive-skinned beauty's legs. Even though her legs were kicking back and 
forth, the situation did not pose any great difficulty for the stunning and 
determined Nancy. 

Before long Nancy had totally removed the Chicano's panties, and now she was 
lying totally naked on the rug as Nancy's alert eyes hungrily appraised Liz 
Moreno. 

Nancy's eyes gleefully took in the inspiring sight of the young woman's 
nest. She peered closely at the curly strands of coal black pubic hair, and 
at the succulent pinkness of the Chicano's vagina flesh. 

"What a superb body," Nancy licked her lips with lascivious anticipation as 
Liz lay there vulnerably exposed. "I'm gonna get the same way, my dear. I'm 
gonna completely strip and we're gonna have ourselves a beautiful time." 

While Liz continued to lie there on the rug, her beautiful body on full 
display, the blonde got up and began removing her dress. She did her best to 
entice the brunette in the process, hoping to throw off many erotic signals 
and trap her in the same spell in which she had snared so many men. 

Nancy wiggled her buttocks provocatively as she removed her dress. Once that 
she pulled it off she lay stretched out for several seconds a few feet away 
from Liz on the rug, clad only in her powder blue bikini panties and 
matching brassiere. 

She reached out and promptly tugged at her brassiere, thrusting her breasts 
back and forth as she did, watching Liz all the while. She was pleased to 
notice the manner in which Liz' eyes widened as she stared at her breasts, 
after which she turned her head away in fear, seeking to deny to herself 
what her instincts were actually feeling. 

Finally Nancy tossed her brassiere casually aside, reaching down with both 
hands and allowing her firm, tenacious fingers to clutch and twist against 
the warmth of her breasts. 

Her fingers squeezed with great determination as she sought to do everything 
she could to excite young Liz even before she made more overt moves. 

After releasing her fingers from the ripeness of her highly aroused breasts, 
Nancy reached down and clutched at her panties, which she pulled down her 
legs, which were quivering with a sense of surging anticipation and 
excitement. 

"Oh, it's gonna feel good to have everything off," Nancy swooned, letting 
her alluring buttocks wiggle back and forth several times as she noticed the 
young Chicano woman watching. 

Nancy eventually kicked off her panties and prepared to launch into some 
more action. 

She threw her arms around her lover's body and pressed forward ardently with 
her lips, letting them find their mark against the ripeness of her lover's 
lips. 

When Nancy withdrew her lips from those of her lover, she reached down with 
her probing tongue and let it glide with dexterous skill against the 
brunette's ripe breasts. 

"Oh, no, this is going too far," Liz sighed with desperation. 

Nancy could tell that the seduction was moving forward with great success. 
Her racing tongue kept finding the mark against the nubile boobs of the 
young brunette. She loved the way that her tits responded to the swift 
thrusting movements as she glided her sharply undulating breasts upward 
toward the oncoming piercing stabs of the blonde's sweeping tongue. 

A few moments later there were no more verbal protests issuing from the 
brunette, and now Nancy was gliding her tongue superbly against the prickly 
pink nipples of Liz. She could tell just how hard they were from pressing 
her sensitively probing tongue against them, and that indicated one thing as 
far as Nancy was concerned. Liz was turning on and fast, no matter what she 
might be trying to convince herself of to the contrary. 

Once that Nancy had finished salaciously slurping the brunette's breasts and 
nipples with pulsating intensity, she reached down and let her flaming red 
digit sweep up and down gracefully against the trembling thigh of the 
olive-skinned woman. 

Nancy distinctly heard the purring sounds emanating from Liz, emphatically 
indicating she was indeed enjoying what was happening, and after several 
swift, commanding thrusts she turned her spirited tongue loose on her right 
thigh. 

"Oooooohhhhhhhh," Liz finally swooned. 

Never had Liz ever been thrilled by the tongue of anyone in the manner in 
which Nancy was turning her on at that moment, directing her spirited tongue 
with sizzling intensity as she pushed it time and again first up and down 
her right thigh, then her left, after which she would reverse the process 
once more. 

After driving her tongue unrestrainedly against Liz' thighs for a few more 
torrid strokes, Nancy then went to work asserting her tongue up between the 
shapely brunette's trembling legs, letting it register with slow, 
exploratory strokes against the pulsating pussy of the young Chicano. 

At first Liz' body dramatically stiffened as she made one last effort to 
resist the stirring tongue movements of her intensely aroused lover, but 
soon enough, after the assertive Nancy commenced gliding her tongue more 
swiftly than before, her hips and buttocks dramatically swayed and she could 
do nothing other than cry out in the loudest and most emphatic manner: "OOOO 
OOOOHHHHH, SSSSSSOOOOOOOOO NICE, OOOOOHHHHHHH, I DON'T BELIEVE IT! 
OOOOOHHHHHH, SO GOOD!" 

By then Nancy's fingers were simultaneously gliding up and down the 
Chicano's thighs as she pushed her ever nearer to the point of a rousing 
climax. 

Liz Moreno's breathing was now coming in short gusts of air. She would 
inhale quickly and dispel the air with the same degree of rapidity as she 
was pushed that much closer to the stirring moment of climactic 
satisfaction. 

"Keep doing it," Liz cried out unashamedly. "Oh, yes. Do it to me! Suck, 
suck, really drive your tongue. I need it so bad. I can't believe anything 
could feel this good!" 

The stirring tongue of the blonde beauty kept on ravishing her lover's 
intensely aroused vagina as she pushed her that much nearer to the state of 
a glorious orgasm. 

Nancy was ecstatic over the fact that now she had young Liz right where she 
wanted her, begging for each succeeding thrust that the blonde's hungry 
tongue asserted. 

"Oh, I'm almost there, almost there," Liz announced. "Just keep that hot 
tongue working. 

Drive it inside me. Slide it in my pussy. Oh, do it, do it, do it!" 

The drilling tongue of Nancy surged forward once more as it made contact 
with the sodden pussy of Liz. Finally Liz' entire body began dramatically 
and rapidly trembling as the drops of spirited pussy fluid exploded from her 
organ. 

"OOOOO OOOOHHHHHHHHH, DO IT, KEEP DOING IT!" she sighed. "I LOVE THE WAY 
THAT TONGUE IS WORKING! AAAGGGGHHHH, YES, YES, YES, I LOVE IT!" 

The drops of liquid sprayed voluminously into Nancy's waiting mouth as Liz 
Moreno's hips and ass-cheeks twisted and spasmed in the process of the 
delirious orgasm. 

The sharply attacking tongue of the stunning blonde drained every drop of 
vaginal fluid from Liz Moreno's organ. She then released it and stretched 
out in the middle of the rug, reaching down and slowly gliding her fingers 
against her love nest. 

"C'mon, darling, and take care of me," she beckoned. 

Still very much in the throes of passion, the brunette eased her body over 
toward her lover and stared at her glistening blonde pubic hairs, and at the 
restless pink vagina that rested beneath them. 

"Now it's your turn, darling," Nancy said softly. "Just put your tongue to 
work. Give it to me!" Liz slowly, a little fearfully, glided her tongue 
downward toward the pussy of the blonde woman. When she had pushed it down 
far enough, to where she was extra close to her organ, the blonde reached 
out and gripped her head firmly, holding it in place. "Steady now, honey," 
Nancy said softly, easing her grip, not wanting to give Liz Moreno the 
impression that she was being intimidated, preferring instead for the 
younger woman to let things develop on a more gradual and voluntary level. 
She was convinced that Liz would fall into place as long as she was not 
coaxed too hard or too fast. "Now really get that tongue working, darling. 
Just ease it against my pussy in the beginning and let things develop. After 
you've given it a little bit of a chance everything is gonna be just fine. 
So c'mon and put your tongue to work, my sweet. I want to show you how to 
really enjoy yourself. You liked it when I went down on you and you're gonna 
love it when you do the same to me. Let's really get into it and enjoy 
ourselves." 

Just hearing the reassuring tones of the older woman's voice caused Liz to 
feel a greater measure of confidence. She had covered a lot of fresh ground 
lately, but she knew that she had farther to go. 

Finally the brunette eased her tongue against the sodden warmth of the 
blonde's font, prompting Nancy to let out a sigh of wild exhilaration over 
the contact that was taking place. 

"Let that beautiful tongue glide," the blonde exclaimed. "Oh, plant it 
inside me. Really let it go. Drive it inside my box. C'mon my dear and let's 
really get into it." 

The blonde's hips swirled and she heaved a series of gasps, which prompted 
the younger woman to become more impressionable, as well as desirous to 
provide Nancy with some satisfaction. 

"Keep that busy tongue working," Nancy declared. "You've got a great tongue, 
my darling. 

I want you to really put it to work. Oh, I want to feel it probing into my 
nest. Keep it sliding and driving. I want it, I really want it." 

Gradually the young woman continued warming up to the challenge, until 
eventually she started to generate speed and enthusiasm. As she inhaled the 
scent of her lover's femininity she began to realize that the act in which 
she was engaging with Nancy involved total empathy. This was an act that she 
could truly understand and appreciate, being a woman herself, that of 
working her tongue inside the sweltering pink orifice of another woman until 
the juices spurted from Nancy's vagina. 

"That's it, you're doing just great," Nancy declared. "Oh, your tongue is 
really making me tingle. You're putting just the right emphasis into every 
stroke, my darling. Keep up this beautiful pace, really drive your tongue. 
Oh, plant it inside my box. Really drive it. Make me juice." 

While Nancy's buttocks continued to dance, her legs kicked back and forth 
unrestrainedly as the volley of fiery tongue thrusts continued and she was 
propelled that much closer to orgasm. 

Nancy could not help but be greatly impressed over the skilled and 
determined manner in which young Liz had asserted herself with respect to 
the blazing tongue action. Back and forth she thrust her fiery oral digit as 
she propelled her lover that much nearer to the state of a stormy climax. 

"A few more strokes and you'll have me off," Nancy declared. "Oh, what a 
fiery tongue, what a great tongue. You're learning so fast, you're so great 
at what you're doing." 

The swift volley of dazzling movement continued as the rapidly slicing 
tongue of the brunette kept on finding the mark time and again against the 
searing organ of the shapely blonde. 

"Oh, baby, I'm tingling all over," a breathless Nancy exclaimed. "Just keep 
on working that driving tongue. Oh, I'm so close now and it feels so good." 

Liz continued bearing down with her blazing tongue, whipping it with solid 
assertiveness as it plunged over and over again against its responsive 
target, and as Nancy found herself marching inexorably forward, proceeding 
that much closer to the state of a stormy explosion, she reached out and let 
her trembling fingers slide up and down against the perspiration-stained 
back of Liz. 

"Oh, baby, your tongue is just tearing up my pussy," Nancy gasped. "Keep on 
driving it, really do it. Oh, how I want it! I can't get enough of it. What 
a tongue!" 

A few assertive tongue thrusts later the juices began toppling from the 
steaming orifice of the brunette, splashing unrestrainedly into the hot, 
open mouth of Liz, who was now in a position to taste the fruits of her 
efforts. 

"OOOOO OOOOHHHHHHHH, WHAT ACTION!" Nancy exclaimed. "WHAT A FANTASTIC TONGUE 
YOU HAVE! KEEP DRIVING IT INTO ME! OH, SWALLOW EVERY DROP OF THE JUICE, 
HONEY, EVERY PRECIOUS DROP!" 

The hotly slurping tongue continued finding the mark, driving with 
blistering zeal as it worked inside the sweltering confines of Nancy's organ 
while she continued to explode, the erupting juices spraying from her. 

% Liz reached down and let her fingers grip tightly against the blonde's 
seething white buttocks as she swallowed the final few drops of the 
streaming fluid. 

"Oh, darling, you're so good," the compliments oozed spontaneously from 
Nancy. "Just keep your hot tongue sliding inside me. Oh, really work it, 
drain every drop out of my pussy!" 

A few rapid fire thrusts later, the brunette was swallowing the final drops 
of tantalizing cuntal fluid from her lover's organ. She then removed her 
tongue from her nest. 

"I can't relate to any of this," Liz Moreno shook her head perplexedly when 
it was all over. 

"You needed this, darling," Nancy assured her, patting her on top of the 
head. "You're a really beautiful woman and you needed some stimulation. It's 
only natural for a girl with your beauty to be made over. And it didn't hurt 
to make over me, either. Hell. We've both got great faces and bodies, so why 
not supply each other with some pleasure?" 

"I still can't relate to all that went on," she repeated. "I did so much. I 
did things I never dreamed I could do or ever would do, and once I got 
started it all seemed to get so much easier." 

"Of course it did. You got hot, that's what happened, and then your 
instincts took over," Nancy explained smilingly. "You might look on all this 
now as weird, but in time you're gonna look back on all this and realize 
that it was natural enough. In fact, if I hadn't seduced you somebody else 
would have." 

"What makes you say that?" 

"I'll tell you why. You've been throwing yourself into your work, your 
studies. You've done so very well, my dear. But you've lost sight of 
something so very important." 

"What did I lose sight of?" 

"That life does not consist solely of work. You have to have some play along 
the way. You need to loosen up a little, and you just weren't doing that." 

"I suppose that part is true." 

"Didn't you have even a faint desire, for instance, to go out with one of 
those many guys around here? You know, scores of them are just aching for 
the chance to take you out." 

"Yes. I guess I did." 

"So why didn't you go out and have some fun?" 

"I guess it was because I realized that this was my big chance to really 
make something of myself in life and I didn't want to do anything to 
jeopardize it." 

"You are very conscientious, my darling," Nancy acknowledged, "but it would 
still do you a whale of good to reshape your thinking at least a little." 

"Perhaps you're right," Liz Moreno said. "All I know is that I still feel 
plenty weird about all that happened." 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Liz Moreno noticed a definite change for the better as far as her situation 
at State University was concerned in the immediate aftermath of her wild sex 
interlude with Nancy Spencer. 

Nancy called her in to see her about one week later, informing her that she 
would be doing some work directly for Coach Story, for which she would be 
paid additional money. 

The extra responsibilities were easy enough to assume, encompassing some low 
pressure, non-deadline typing and receptionist work. 

"This will take a little pressure off of me," Nancy explained. "He gives me 
so much to do." 

Liz soon became friends with Coach Story, who was always extra kind to her, 
and several times took her out to lunch. 

One day she was given an assignment that extended into early evening, and as 
Coach Story trudged into his office after practice, dressed formally in suit 
and tie after having showered with his players, she was just finishing her 
typing. It was the first time she had ever seen him dressed up that Way in 
person, although she had seen him in a suit the few occasions when she had 
watched his weekly half hour television program which played locally and 
regionally throughout the football season. 

"How's it going, Liz?" he asked with a smile, picking up a briefcase on top 
of his desk. 

"Just fine, Coach Story." 

"You're a hard working young lady," Duke Story enthused. "Dedication is 
something I really admire. Matter of fact, it's the first thing I look for 
in a young man I'm thinking of recruiting. Oh, sure, I'm looking for talent 
as well, but it's dedication that really seizes my attention. I'll tell you, 
Liz. I can name you a long list of guys who played with distinction here at 
State and greatly enhanced our football program who didn't really have that 
much in the way of natural athletic talent." 

"Really?" Liz looked up from her typewriter. 

"Yes. And I can tell you of a number of guys who had all kinds of natural 
ability and never made so much as a dent. It was all because that group that 
made it, the guys that didn't have that much natural talent, had dedication. 
The ones that were blessed with the natural talent didn't. Of course, if I'd 
known that in the first place I wouldn't have recruited them. 

But the point I'm leading up to is that you've got great dedication, and 
that's an unbeatable asset in any walk of life." 

"Thank you very much. You're all dressed up. You look very distinguished," 
Liz Moreno said. 

"Yeah. You really think so?" he grinned, happy that she had complimented 
him. 

"Yes. I don't see you dressed like that usually when you're around here." 

"That's true. I'm in my work togs. It so happens I'm off to the studio to do 
my weekly show with Terry Reilly. Ever see it?" 

"Yes. It's a good program. I like it especially when you show film clips 
from the last week's game and explain what happened. And I like it at the 
end of the show when you show the films of the upcoming opponent and try and 
tell the audience what to expect. I remember how much it helped me when I 
went to the next game. I felt a whole lot more knowledgeable about what was 
going on." 

"Great. That's exactly what I'm trying to do in my show," the coach 
enthused. "I want people to be informed football fans, to develop a real 
appreciation for the game." 

"Well, it helped me." 

"What have you got planned for tonight?" Coach Story asked. 

Liz registered surprise at the question. 

"I'm going home and will do some studying. When I'm through I'll try and 
watch your show." 

"How would you like to be my guest and see my show being done at the 
studio?" he asked. 

"Well, I... I have some typing I've got to finish before I leave here, 
and... " 

"And then I'll take you to dinner afterwards," the persistent coach cut her 
off. "You've been doing a good job for me, and if there's one thing I'm a 
little concerned about with you, and Nancy says the same thing, it's that 
you work so hard. Too hard. Skip the rest of that typing for now. It'll 
keep. You come with me, relax and watch the show, then I'll take you to 
dinner at a place near the studio where they serve just about the best 
steaks in town. So you come with me and that's an order from your boss." 

"That's very nice of you, Coach Story." 

"So let's not delay another minute. I should have been out of here five 
minutes ago." 

They left the office and went immediately to the studio in the downtown 
section of the city. 

They rode in Coach Story's Lincoln Continental, and arrived at the studio 
just ten minutes before the shooting was to commence. Coach Story 
immediately shook hands with Terry Reilly, the slender, red-haired 
commentator who was a regular on the show along with Coach Story. While 
serving as host for the program, Reilly also did all State University games 
on television. The men shook hands warmly after which Reilly was introduced 
to Liz Moreno. His eyes sparkled and he smiled. 

"Pleased to meet you, Liz," he said in a friendly voice. 

"How do you do. Glad to know you." 

"That's a very lovely young lady you have working for you there," Reilly 
told the coach. 

"With Nancy and Liz working for you you've got to have the two best looking 
secretaries of any coach in the country." 

"I sure believe that," Coach Story nodded. 

Liz blushed a little from the compliments flowing in her direction. A few 
seconds later the director of the program emerged on the scene', whisking 
the two men off toward the sound stage. Liz was escorted by a director's 
assistant to the tiny gallery toward the rear of the small room, where she 
sat and stared in the direction of the tiny stage atop which Terry Reilly 
and Coach Story sat behind a desk. Behind them was a large screen, where the 
football game films which would be shown that evening would be flashed. 

The show went well, and Liz watched with great interest. She was intrigued 
over how the cameras functioned, and she observed the manner in which the 
cameraman would sweep in and out, taking close-up shots of the two men at 
one point, then drawing back. 

When the program ended Coach Story took Liz around and introduced her to 
members of the sound crew and the cameraman, after which they left the 
studio with Terry Reilly. The two men chatted on the way to the parking lot 
about how the program went, and about what could be anticipated in the 
upcoming State game that Saturday. 

The men shook hands in the parking lot in front of Coach Story's car. Terry 
Reilly bid Liz a good evening, then walked over toward his Cadillac Seville 
and got in, driving off. 

A few minutes later Liz and the coach arrived at the fashionable restaurant 
where they would dine. Everyone there, seemingly, knew Coach Story, and it 
could not help but make the young woman feel good to know that she, a small 
town girl, had really arrived, being in the company of such a famous man, 
for whom she worked. 

The dinner conversation broke down into two topics. One, of course, was 
football. It had been said so many times that Coach Story was unable to 
sustain a conversation devoid of the subject of football for any longer than 
five minutes, and the coach himself always smilingly related that the 
statement was only what amounted to a minor exaggeration. 

They also talked a great deal about Liz, with Story asking a number of 
questions about her background, how she felt she was adjusting to the 
transition to a big city and large university, as well as her broad overall 
goals. 

They left the restaurant and drove for several minutes. They reached a main 
boulevard and Coach Story made a right turn. 

"Coach Story, you turned the wrong way," Liz said, a little bit excitedly. 
"The school is over to the left. You turned right." 

"I know," he nodded calmly. 

"But you're going the wrong way." 

"No. I'm going the right way." 

"But the school is over in the opposite direction." 

"I know that. My directions aren't in error. My house is located over this 
way. I wanted to take you in it for a little while and show you my 
mementoes. It's kind of like a museum, unique unto itself. I show it to 
everybody who works for me, who's around me any length of time. I think 
you'll find it quite interesting." 

"Very well, but I guess I'm not gonna get any studying in tonight," Liz 
laughed. 

"Don't worry about it," Coach Story promptly replied. "You're a very 
conscientious young woman and you do more than your share of studying. As 
hard as I work my players, there are times when I give them days off. I'm 
giving you the evening off." 

Eventually Coach Story pulled into the driveway of a cheery-looking light 
blue house set behind a white picket fence, which was situated on a quiet 
street of an upper middle class neighborhood in which all the lawns were 
uniformly neatly landscaped, including that of Coach Story. 

He took her on a tour of the house, which she liked very well. His eyes then 
lit up with nostalgic glee as the famous coach, better known within his home 
city than even the mayor, took her into his den, the most spacious room in 
the house for one obvious reason_"it housed the Coach Duke Story 
collection. 

His eyes twinkled all the while as she was shown team and game pictures from 
Duke Story's high school and college playing days. He told her about his 
coaches and teammates. He then swelled with pride when he showed her team 
pictures from his professional playing days, after which she saw the 
pictures of each and every one of the teams he had coached at State 
University. Most of the pictures hung on the walls of the large room, while 
others were in picture books. 

Coach Story opened up a large closet, showing her game jerseys he had worn 
as a player in high school, college, and in the professional football ranks. 

After he showed her his jersey collection, Coach Story opened some drawers 
and removed football programs dating from years earlier, when he was in 
college, up to the present. Filed neatly in place, resting on top, was the 
program from State's last game the preceding week. 

"How's that for keeping things in chronological sequence?" the coach grinned 
as he closed the drawer after showing Liz Moreno his collection of football 
programs. 

Once that Duke Story was finished showing Liz his collection, he led her 
down the hallway, stopping abruptly in front of a closed door. Suddenly the 
expression on his face became sober. The twinkle that had been previously in 
his eyes when he had been showing her his collection had vanished. 

"There's something else I've got to show you," he said. 

Slowly the coach opened the door, gesturing for the young woman to enter the 
room. He followed directly behind her, closing the door behind him. He 
flicked on a light, which only partially illuminated the room, leaving it in 
semi-darkness. Liz looked at Coach Story, an expression of astonishment in 
her widened eyes. She was standing in Coach Story's bedroom. 

"What... are we doing here?" she asked in little more than a whisper. 

"Oh, honey. I've been waiting so long for this. You're so beautiful. At 
school I'd look at you in hungry desperation. Now we're finally alone." His 
words came out in a tone that was both hushed and breathy, indicating the 
seething inner excitement that was waiting to spring promptly to the 
surface. 

"Oh, no, don't," she shook her head fearfully. "You're not gonna do anything 
like that. Oh, please." 

"And why the hell not? You're over eighteen, aren't you?" 

"I'm just eighteen." 

"So what the hell. You're over eighteen and you're of age in this state. I'm 
not breaking any law. I just happen to think you're beautiful, that's all. I 
just happen to think you're great, that's all. And I just happen to be ready 
to prove it, that's all." 

"Oh, no. Don't make me change my opinion of you, Coach Story." 

"It's high time you started calling me Duke, baby. Or better yet, something 
more endearing, like honey. Damned but you're beautiful. Now I'm gonna show 
you how much I think of you." 

"Oh, no, please. I respected you more than any man I'd ever met, except for 
my own father. Don't make me change my mind. Oh, please, please let me 
alone." 

"There comes a time, Liz my dear, when respect isn't enough, when what 
you're really looking for is something else. Right now I'm looking for 
intensity, the kind I can only get from a beautiful woman like you, and I'm 
damned well gonna get it." 

With that he promptly and assertively threw his arms around the beautiful 
brunette. His lips promptly found hers, and immediately Liz Moreno sought to 
struggle free of Coach Story's grasp. She learned soon enough, however, that 
the strong, bulky football coach was too much for her to resist on a 
physical level. He was able to easily thwart her resistance efforts. For a 
time she did her best to fight her lips free of his explosive intrusions, 
but her efforts met with nothing but frustration. 

Back and forth his lips plunged with commanding energy, and soon the rugged 
football coach was guiding the lovely young woman toward the bed and 
throwing her down on top of it. Before she was able to get up and make a run 
for it, however, he had planted his body securely on top of hers, and now he 
was eagerly, insistently, forcing his blazing red tongue inside her mouth. 

"No, no, no," she managed to gasp, after which his thrusting red tongue 
worked its way inside her mouth, completely stifling any further efforts to 
protest. 

His steadily thrusting tongue took total charge of her, and he felt 
throbbing waves of ecstasy vibrate throughout his intensely alive body. The 
vigor of his sweeping movements quickly overpowered the young woman, whose 
head spun in an expanding sea of desperation over being pushed toward a 
precipice of uncertainty, a totally unique experience in which matters were 
swept out of the realm of her personal control. 

His spinning tongue continued to grind against the wetness of her oral 
digit, and finally, against her own better judgment, she started to 
instinctively return his volleys, scarcely aware of what she was doing. 

He glided his tongue spiritedly against hers for a few more penetrating 
strokes, and then he finally released his tongue from hers, upon which he 
reached down and began to work his fingers crisply against the trembling 
young woman's dress, which he was eager to remove from her. 

"Oh, stop, stop," she fearfully protested. "Don't do this to me. Oh, please 
stop. We've gone too far already. Don't push me any further. No, please 
don't." 

"Quiet down, honey," he grinned lustfully. "You don't realize just how much 
you need something like this, Liz honey. I know a whole lot better than you 
do." 

"No, please. This is so cheap, so vulgar!" 

"The hell it is. It's just something completely natural. A man and a woman 
are enjoying their bodies. There's not a damned thing sordid or dirty about 
any of that. It's just natural, whether you wanna admit it or not." 

"Oh, no, not so. Stop, please stop." 

His steadily assertive fingers kept on working as he sought to separate her 
from her dress, and finally, his face broadening in a triumphant smile, he 
managed to pull it off of her. 

"Ah, here we go," he gasped. 

He removed her dress, then reached out and let his fingers firmly grip her 
white brassiere. 

His darting eyes moved back and forth between her breasts, covered by the 
white brassiere, and her crotch, covered by her wispy white panties. Her 
beauty was that of ripe perfection embodied in one woman. Her jutting 
breasts were perfectly formed, her buttocks firm and curvaceous, her legs 
sleek and long, magnificently tapered at the thighs. 

He also loved the color and texture of her olive skin. A fine misty sheen of 
perspiration was beginning to surface on her body, and the glistening 
perspiration blended with her coppery skin tone made her look more alluring 
than ever. 

"What a woman you are," he gasped. 

"Please let me go. Let's stop now." 

"Oh, no, my darling. We're really just getting started. This is the 
beginning of a beautiful experience." 

No sooner were the words out of the rugged football coach's mouth than his 
fingers were plucking at the straps of her brassiere. He unclasped the 
brassiere, removing it, staring down with intoxicating delight at her 
perfectly formed mammaries, standing out like two identical mountain peeks, 
and springing forth out of the confining influence of her brassiere. 

The young woman winced with humiliation, then closed her eyes momentarily, 
ashamed that her bare bosoms were being revealed to this man for whom she 
worked, a man she had formerly respected but now despised for the manner in 
which he was brazenly and, apparently self-righteously, abusing her. 

"Oh, damned, these tits are incredible," he sighed. "I've never seen better 
ones, darling. 

Not even my ex-wife had a better set of tits than these. You're really 
something, darling." 

She looked at him with fear, wondering what he would do to her next. She did 
not have to wait for long. Duke Story reached out with both hands, letting 
his strong, gigantic fingers crush against her breasts. His fingers pushed 
and tugged against the solid chunks of flesh as he grinned with lascivious 
delight. 

"Oh, it feels so good to grab hold of these tits," he exclaimed. "You oughta 
let a man like me appreciate your lovely breasts without making such a fuss, 
honey. You're as tight as a drum. Your whole body is." 

"I'm afraid. This whole crazy ordeal has me terrified." 

"That's sheer nonsense," he replied crisply. "There's no reason for you to 
be ashamed about a thing. I'm just a horny guy appreciating something 
beautiful. You don't need to be afraid." 

"I'm not used to being handled this way." 

"Then it's damned high time that you did get used to it. Oh, damned, what 
shapely tits." 

His fingers eventually made contact with the warmth of her nipples, and 
several times he squeezed hard enough to make her wince, but his fingers 
never really inflicted pain. His efforts only stung her a few times. 

"Oh, damned, do I ever appreciate a gorgeous set of boobs," the highly 
aroused coach exclaimed. 

By then the coach's penis was throbbing with wild desire inside his 
trousers, pushing relentlessly and nervously against the confining influence 
of his shorts. He wanted to unzip his trousers and yank out his hard prick, 
but that would wait for a little while. For now he would concentrate on the 
act of undressing his beautiful lover. 

Duke Story could hardly wait to remove the young woman's panties, and with 
fervent desire he released his crisply efficient fingers from her breasts 
and let them make solid contact with the elastic waistband of her panties. A 
look of horror immediately surfaced on the young woman's face as she 
anticipated only too well just what was about to happen. 

"Oh, no, please, don't completely humiliate me," her body trembled more 
noticeably than ever and salty tears of fear intermingled with acute 
desperation began rolling profusely down both sides of her face. "No 
humiliation, honey," he grinned. "Hell, I'm almost on the verge of 
worshiping you. You look that damned good. Oh, what a woman you are." 

Promptly he began to assert himself once more, sliding the gossamer-like 
material down her legs, listening to the salacious scraping sounds of the 
material making contact with her flesh. 

Before long he had slid her panties down far enough to where he was afforded 
a perfect view of her crotch, highlighted by the tufts of coal black pubic 
hair and the enticing pink, vagina which rested beneath them. 

"Oh, damned, what a body," he drooled. "What legs. What a truly fantastic 
box. You're everything that I was convinced you were, my darling. I'm gonna 
devour every delicious part of you " His fingers kept spiritedly tugging at 
her panties until he finally forced them off of her altogether, after which 
he tossed them aside, discarding them onto the floor. 

"Oh, damned, you couldn't look any better," he drooled. 

Her whole body quivered and she turned her head away several times with 
embarrassment over the manner in which he was staring at her vulnerably 
exposed body. 

Her whole body continued to shake. 

The football coach wanted to remove his own clothes so that his naked, 
recklessly alive body could entwine itself against the captivating nudity of 
the olive-skinned beauty, but he decided not to undress. Duke Story did not 
want to expend the extra time removing his clothes, since it would detract 
from the erotic impact of this moment, the heat that had generated within 
him. In addition, he wanted the momentum to build consistently, and he was 
fearful about what would happen if he delayed long enough to remove his 
clothes. 

The young woman was protesting now, and would use a respite to protest more. 

He thrust his head immediately forward, before Liz Moreno had an opportunity 
to openly and emphatically articulate the frustrations she felt over what 
Duke Story was doing to her. 

Before she knew it her breasts were being ravaged by the spirited tongue 
thrusts of Duke, who whipped his searing red digit with convincing 
enthusiasm against her breasts and nipples, alternating his strokes, keeping 
the level of action at a perpetual feverish pitch. 

"Stop, stop, stop," she exclaimed, but suddenly the tone of shrill urgency 
and fear were gone. Duke immediately sensed that the young woman was 
beginning to derive enjoyment from the impact of what was going on. 

Her breasts started to undulate instinctively under the fervent, rippling 
tongue sensations being brought to bear against the curvaceousness of her 
succulent breasts. 

"Oh, stop, stop," she said. 

Now the young woman was feeling tremendous frustration over the fact that 
she was beginning to actually enjoy the sensations she was receiving from 
the rapid fire, drilling movements of her lover's sweeping, moist tongue. 

His dancing tongue spryly connected with the wetness of her breasts and 
nipples a few more times. He then released his tongue from her breast area, 
letting it sweep downward dramatically until it was ready to make contact 
with the firm yet tender surface of her slightly quivering thighs. 

As his tongue made its initial teasing, scraping contact with the warmth of 
her succulent thighs, tremors of excitement began gushing through the 
shapely brunette beauty's entire body. As her body trembled and twisted 
under the skillful tongue movements that he brought to bear, it made him 
feel good to know that, no matter what she might say, or might be attempting 
to prove to herself, that Liz Moreno was being turned on by what was 
happening to her. 

The drilling tongue continued to connect with her thighs, and finally he 
decided to put it to work in an area where it was .even more certain to send 
shock waves through her entire body, the area between her thighs. 

His movements were crisp and brisk from the outset as the authoritative 
tongue of the ruggedly handsome football coach went to work against the 
gnarled and slightly dampened pubic curls of the shapely young woman. She 
had indeed been previously affected by all the stimulating tongue action he 
had provided, and now he was looking forward to bringing a stream of 
feminine fluid shooting from her love channel. 

Duke's tongue continued to grind and twist, and the initial reaction of the 
young woman was that of shocked silence, after which she erupted in protest. 

"Stop, this is dirty, this is depraved!" she shouted. 

Duke viewed the protest more in the realm of desperation and fear of the 
unknown surfacing within the young woman, rather than attributing any other 
cause. His fingers reached down and tightly squeezed the warmth of her 
rapidly gyrating buttocks as the sturdy tongue kept plowing its way into the 
searingly ravaged depths of her now fiery pink pussy. 

The excited young woman, her head spinning in a tizzy, uttered a few more 
protests, but by then even she knew that the cause was hopeless in that Duke 
was going to finish what he had started. She also recognized that the 
emotions rippling through her whole body, particularly those focused between 
her legs, had thrust her into a strange orbit unlike anything she had ever 
previously experienced. 

His astute tongue knew just where it should strike and when as a means of 
drawing the maximum in pleasure out of her. He reamed her pussy lining with 
his rapid but sensitive strokes, and finally, as her legs kicked back and 
forth with erotic need, he knew that he had her on the verge of an 
explosion. 

His fingers ran up and down her thighs as he planted his tongue once more 
against the sodden surface of her electrified pink organ, and finally, as 
her body rocked back and forth uncontrollably, the drops of fluid splashed 
from her searing vagina and into his mouth. 

"OOOOO OOOOHHHHH HHHHHH, 00000 OOOHHHHHHH HHHHH!" was her only response as 
her hips and buttocks continued to gyrate. 

She listened to the salacious slurping sounds of his tongue as he saw fit to 
capture every appetizing morsel of fluid that spilled from her vagina. 

A few moments later he released his tongue from her organ. Her whole body 
continued to tremble in the climactic aftermath of her orgasm. 

"You didn't mind it at all once I got you far enough down the road," he 
quipped grinningly. 

"I feel so depraved, like I've really done something wrong," she told him, 
her voice reflecting confusion. 

"Don't be silly. You just let a man give you some sensations and you 
reacted. Don't go off on a guilt trip." 

"I'm too confused to say much of anything. Or even think much of anything." 

"Just lie there," he said softly. "Let me give that luscious body a 
beautiful massage." 

CHAPTER FIVE 

The football coach spiritedly massaged the firm, warm body of Liz Moreno, 
and eventually she became accustomed to his finger ministrations, which 
caused her to feel a great sense of exhilaration. 

As she lay with her eyes closed, shutting herself off from the rest of the 
world, Duke Story, unknown to her, was reaching down to unzip his trousers. 

While the unsuspecting young brunette continued lying with her eyes closed 
on Duke's bed, he reached down and began tugging at his cock, which he 
spiritedly removed from his shorts. Up and down he pumped. The excitement he 
generated within his cock and balls caused him to begin gasping and sighing 
as he became dramatically short of breath, and, hearing the sounds, the 
curious Liz slowly opened her eyes. 

Her mouth flew open and her eyes mushroomed as she stared at the long, huge 
penis of the aroused football coach, his fingers methodically working up and 
down against the full length of his tool. 

"What are you doing?" she asked with shock. 

"I'm playing with my cock, darling." 

"That's lewd. Oh, please, stop that. I'm so confused over all that has 
happened. Let's stop right now. Don't confuse me or worry me anymore." 

"You don't need to worry about a thing," he grinned. "I'm gonna take care of 
everything, my dear." 

"I'm afraid of that remark. I think that you just might take care of things 
in the wrong way." 

"Nonsense. I'll be taking care of things in the right way. Oh, damned but it 
feels good doing this." 

The young woman watched as the highly aroused coach worked his fingers up 
and down against the solid rigidity of his throbbing manhood. An expansive 
grin surfaced across the rugged coach's face in satisfaction over what was 
happening to him. The olive-skinned woman never looked lovelier to him than 
she did at that moment, totally naked, staring up at Duke. 

Eventually, after Duke Story had worked himself up into a dramatic sensual 
frenzy, he released his fingers from his scorching cock. He reached down 
with both hands and let his fingers tightly grip against the warmth of her 
sturdy thighs. 

"What legs, what a cunt, what a woman," he gasped. "Oh, now we're really 
gonna get into it." 

As the coach's sturdy fingers continued clutching tightly against the 
woman's thighs, he hurled his body dramatically forward. It was not until 
that dramatic moment that Liz Moreno recognized exactly what was about to 
happen to her. The young woman who had led a previously chaste life, 
believing tenaciously that she would save herself fully for the man she 
eventually would marry, was in danger of surrendering her virginity. Already 
she had gone beyond anything she had previously experienced with a man, and 
Duke Story was all the while telling her that this was really only the 
beginning. 

"Oh, no, don't do it to me. I'm a virgin. Nobody has ever done anything like 
this to me before." 

"You really don't mean it," the coach stared at her with a measure of 
skepticism in his eyes. 

"I do mean it." 

"You've never had a man enter you before?" 

"No. Never." 

"A girl as beautiful as you. I have a damned hard time believing that. You 
say -you're not putting me on?" 

"No. My beauty had nothing to do with it." 

"Apparently not, because there have certainly been plenty of men around who 
would have liked to hump you." 

"You make all this seem so crude," she winced. "I was not brought up to give 
up my body cheaply." 

"You won't be giving it up cheaply now, honey. I'm a guy you know pretty 
well, and a guy who has been pretty damned nice to you." 

"I'm not denying that. I appreciate everything you have done for me. I just 
beg of you not to take this kind of advantage. I want to preserve my 
virginity." 

"Ah, hell," the football coach grumbled impatiently. 

Determined to totally take command of this ravishing young dark-haired 
beauty, the coach continued to let his powerful fingers grip tightly against 
the ^firmness of the young woman's thighs. He propelled his head forward, 
forcing his brisk tongue swiftly inside the mouth of young Liz. 

She wanted to fight him off, but recognized that she was totally powerless 
to do so. She could not have felt more powerless than she did at that 
moment, her legs being held firmly in place while the swirling tongue of the 
captivated football coach kept on charging with great enthusiasm. 

Tongue continued charging against tongue with piercing intimacy, and before 
long Liz, despite her resistance to what was happening to her, became caught 
in the mighty groundswell of passion. Eventually Liz' tongue began to thrust 
back out of instinct, and this upset her greatly after she finally caught on 
to what she was doing. It was not her conscious will to do anything to 
encourage the football coach at this point, but out of the swell of emotion 
being generated by the coach her own emotions were being propelled in ways 
that she would not have anticipated. 

Eventually Duke Story released his tongue from Liz' mouth, and without 
giving her the faintest indication of what was forthcoming, he hurled his 
body forward and plunged his determined cock with stirring anxiety inside 
the tight, previously unexplored intimacy of her vagina. 

The searing cock stab caused the brunette to feel a tremendous surge of pain 
that caused her to cry out in a combination of desperation and fear. 

"OOOOO OOOOHHHHH, NNNNOOOOOOOO, SS-TTTTOOOPPPPPP!" she sobbed. 

"YOU'LL KILL ME!" 

The coach knew what she was going through, but recognized that sometime, at 
some point in her life, she would have to endure something like this. 

He reared back and plunged his lust-bloated tool in- to her a second time, 
once again causing her to cry out with agonizing pain over what she was 
enduring. 

"STOP, STOP, IT HURTS, IT HURTS!" she sobbed bitterly. 

Salty tears of painful frustration rolled down both sides of her face as she 
felt abject humiliation over what she was encountering. The coach's strong 
fingers continued clutching tightly against her thighs as his steaming cock 
did its job, plunging into previously unentered territory. 

Back and forth he slammed his hammering pole into her, and each time she 
sobbed unrestrainedly over the pain and confusion she felt over what was 
happening to her. 

Soon her head began spinning and she fell into an air of unreality. Her head 
was spinning in such a sea of dizzying frenzy that she was not aware of what 
was happening to her. 

Occasionally she would feel the wincing stabs of pain, but not like before, 
and eventually she found her body unconsciously rising to the occasion as 
she flung her hips forward in the direction of the coach's stormy, intruding 
cock. The reaction on her part served to excite the coach all the more, and 
he put additional enthusiasm into his succeeding strokes as his cock plunged 
and stabbed. 

Duke Story was aware of what was happening within the beautiful young woman 
in ways that she was not. As his stiffly plunging manmeat continued taking 
charge of the action with its forceful thrusts, Liz picked up the cadence 
and slammed her body back and forth, responding in a symmetrical rhythmic 
cadence to his hard driving stabs. 

A few blistering strokes later Liz came out of the fog, recognizing how the 
ungovernable forces of her own instincts had caused her to succumb in a way 
she never thought possible. 

She found herself driving her stirring body forward as she reacted to the 
blazing, forceful stabs of the aroused Duke. His fingers thrust tightly now 
against her twisting asscheeks as he felt the stirring waves of passion 
mounting in his cock and balls. His broiling juices were nearing ever closer 
to the point of a spontaneous explosion as he kept roaring forward in his 
hell-bent phallic fury, driving his stiffly projecting pole into the fiery 
web of her vagina. 

Liz could still feel occasional flashes of wincing pain in her vaginal 
passage, but in the main she was dominated with a surging sense of passion 
and excitement over the tight sensations in her organ. The drilling stabs 
continued, and occasionally Duke Story would slap resoundingly at her 
writhing buttocks. 

Back and forth he kept up the commanding pace, his penis plunging in short, 
swift gusts of hellish phallic fury as he pushed his way to the brink of a 
stormy explosion. 

A few strokes later he found himself unable to hold back the searing 
floodtide of emotion waiting to explode within him. His driving organ 
whipped and stabbed its way inside her ravaged vagina until, finally, he 
could hold back no longer. 

He reached out and let his fingers clutch tightly against the beautiful Loz' 
breasts as the first few drops of hot fluid sprayed voluminously from the 
end of his organ. 

"Oh, here it goes," he gasped, his body rocking with sublime delight as the 
spurting drops of fluid exploded from him. "Oh, keep your asscheeks moving. 
That's it, my dear. Oh, are you ever falling into line. I knew that I could 
count on you once the action started. Oh, this feels so good." 

He watched the spurting white fluid continue to splash from the end of his 
stormy organ and into the vagina of the olive-skinned Liz, who remained in a 
semi-fog from all that had happened to her. 

Duke let out a loud gasp and let his exploding cock push forward once more 
forcefully, after which he succeeded in draining the final few drops of 
juice from it. 

Suddenly a stillness pervaded as Duke Story released his penis from the 
brunette's vagina. He looked down at her crotch and observed the blood. 

"Yeah. Your cherry was broken all right," he said. "I had a hard time 
believing you at first, but you were a virgin." 

"I feel like I did something rotten," she replied with some bitterness. "Of 
course, I can hardly say it was done with my own free will. Actually you 
raped me, to put it quite bluntly." 

"Oh, no I didn't," the coach laughed. "Sure, you were against the whole 
thing in the beginning. Or at least you pretended to be. But your reactions 
told the story, my dear. 

Even when you were experiencing the pain of having your cherry broken you 
were loving every moment of it." 

"But what a cruel advantage you took of me." 

"It was gonna have to happen sometime, my dear. Actually you needed some 
wising up. A beautiful young woman like you staying in the closet, afraid to 
come out and play. Well, I have a feeling that a new milestone has now been 
reached in your life. Not only have you been shorn of your vagina, but 
you've been awakened as to the kinds of experiences that are available to 
you in life." 

"You seem to be sure of everything," she sighed. 

"I'll get you a Coke, honey. Then I'll drive you back to your dorm," he 
smiled with satisfaction. 

CHAPTER SIX 

From the first time that Coach Story had shown her films of Sean O'Halloran, 
Liz Moreno could not help but feel a strong measure of curiosity about him. 

A tall, slender redhead blessed with a shotgun right arm, Sean O'Halloran 
was perhaps the most heavily recruited high school quarterback in the 
nation. He had visited the State University campus several months earlier, 
and had been provided with the royal treatment by both Duke Story and Chuck 
Graham. At the time he left after a very cordial weekend spent on campus, 
Duke Story was very optimistic about landing the young man. 

Now things had changed, at least to some extent. Although the brilliant 
young quarterback, who was averaging four touchdown passes a game in his 
senior year of high school, still thought highly of State University, he had 
come under such strong pressure from colleges throughout the nation that the 
prospect of landing him at State, which at one time appeared very strong, 
appeared to diminish almost by the day as swarms of coaches and recruiters 
from leading schools across the country kept steadily descending on the 
small Midwestern town of Sentryville, where he lived, the otherwise obscure 
town he had put on the map with his gridiron exploits. 

The last time that the drooling Coach Story had shown Liz Moreno game film 
on O'Halloran, he had shut off the projector and had begun pacing the floor, 
the expression on his face turning suddenly somber. 

"That has to be the best looking young quarterback I've ever seen," the 
coach unequivocally exclaimed. "His arm is incredible. You recall that sixty 
yard touchdown bomb you just saw, the one I commented about." 

"Yes, that was beautiful," Liz nodded. 

"The thing that got me about that pass, I mean even beyond the fact that he 
threw the damned thing so many yards, was the trajectory of the throw. He 
had that mother humming on a line. A lot of guys, and hell, I mean even top 
quarterbacks, pros even, if they managed to throw a ball that far they'd 
have to loft it. But he hummed that damned thing on a line." 

"He looks as great as they say he is." 

"There's another thing I like about him, too. The way that he gets out of 
the way of onrushing linemen and blitzing linebackers . He's got such damned 
quick feet. Hell, I think this young Irishman is a talented enough athlete 
to make it as a wide receiver, a defensive back, or even a running back, but 
who in hell would be crazy enough to even try him at any of those positions 
when he's got that kind of an arm? And on top of that he's got great 
leadership abilities.", After pacing back and forth for several minutes, the 
coach finally sprawled out into a wooden folding chair. His face continued 
to reflect sober concern as he stared directly at Liz. 

"I don't mind telling you, and I'll level straight from the shoulder, Liz 
honey, that I'm worried as hell right now," the coach said. 

"You mean about Sean O'Halloran?" 

"You're damned right I am. For two reasons." 

"One of them has got to be that you're afraid he might go to school 
somewhere else next year." 

"Absolutely right," the coach quickly nodded. "Naturally any girl as bright 
as you could pick that one -up without any problem. But there's something 
else that's really bugging me, and this bothers the hell out of me. Really 
shakes me up." 

"What's that?" 

"Naturally I've been watching this situation pretty damned close. A guy like 
this is gonna be dynamite for any offense. Any program that gets him is 
gonna get a guy who's good enough to walk in and play first team quarterback 
his freshman year and do an Ail-American caliber job, just like Herschel 
Walker did at Georgia as a running back. He's that good. But what really 
bugs me as much as the fact that we're not the front runner anymore is the 
question of who is the front runner, and my sources are pretty damned good 
ones. 

Have you heard who that is?" 

"I've just read a few articles in the paper," Liz replied. "I really don't 
know that much about it." 

"Well, the school he's leaning to right now is none other than Todd 
University. You know how that hit me. 

Like a damned ton of bricks. Not only does it look like we've lost our bold 
on Sean, but on top of that he's ready to enroll at our leading competitor, 
our bitterest rival. The school that challenges us for the championship 
every season." 

"Yes, and you'd have to play against him." 

"That's the part I was just getting to. Here I'm gonna have to play this guy 
four times. And can a guy like that, a team leader, great passer, a natural 
game breaker can make one hell of a difference. It would be enough to tilt 
the balance of power in the league away from us and in the direction of 
Todd." 

"I see what you mean. That would be terrible." 

"Liz, I'll tell you what. I'll level with you as I have few people. Hell, I 
haven't even told this to my old buddy Terry Reilly, and I confide just 
about everything about our football program to him, but I figure we're on 
the verge of the biggest bumper crop we've ever had at State as far as next 
season's freshman class is concerned. Mind you I didn't say the best class 
since I've been here as coach. I'm talking about the most talented incoming 
group that we've ever had at this school." 

"That's great." 

"Chuck has helped me out tremendously in recruiting, particularly during the 
season when I'm so tied up. Nancy has done one hell of a job helping out, 
too. It has been a great effort all the way around. A tremendous effort. It 
looks like we're practically assured of getting Lester Norman. Nancy did one 
hell of a job there. We're also getting a bumper crop of top offensive and 
defensive linemen to plug the gaps we needed filled_"to move in for guys 
who have graduated. We've got talented experienced people left in the other 
areas. But then there's quarterback. 

That'll make the difference. Our top two men, Stacy and Bragg, are both 
graduating and we've got absolutely no back-up strength behind them. So if 
Sean winds up going to Todd you know what I'm fearing?" 

"Losing to them, I imagine." 

"Yeah, but it's more than that. I was gonna break the whole thing down so 
you know right where we stand. Liz honey, from the time I got into coaching 
I've dreamed about something like this, a chance to win a national 
championship. I haven't told this to anybody but my coaching colleagues, but 
I figure that if we get the right group next year among the incoming kids, 
the freshmen, that we're in a great position to win the national 
championship either next year or the year after, and we'll be in a 
contending position both years." 

"That sounds fabulous." 

"You don't know how long I've been working and dreaming about something like 
this. Hell, you know that football is just about my whole life, and I've 
always dreamed about coaching a super team full of talented blue chip 
athletes, but guys who have raw dedication to match their talent, guys who 
blend together as a team." 

"And you really think you're on the verge of something like that?" 

"I sure as hell do. I've just drooled when I've seen certain great teams in 
action. I drool the same way a wine master does when you talk about a 
vintage year. 1966 was a vintage year. That year you had Ara Parseghian's 
Notre Dame team with Hanratty, Seymour, Rocky Bleier and all those guys. And 
you had Duffy Daugherty's Michigan State team with Bubba Smith, George 
Webster. You're too damned young to remember all this, honey, but what a 
hell of a game they played before a national television audience. It ended 
in a 10-10 tie. Two of the best damned teams ever seen on an American 
gridiron." 

"I might not remember it, but I've heard my father talk about that game to 
friends. He's always been a big Notre Dame fan." 

"Well, he was talking about one of the greatest games ever played matching 
two of the greatest teams. Then a few years later, in 1972, John McKay had 
that bumper crop of fantastic athletes at USC and did such a great job of 
blending them. Damned, what talent! 

You had Lynn Swann, Anthony Davis, John Grant, Pete Adams, Richard Wood. 
That team wound up averaging around forty points a game, and that was with 
McKay benching the big guns after the games were out of reach, and most of 
them were put away by the third quarter. Then he had a defensive unit that 
was so stingy you could hardly ever squeeze a point out of them. Well, 
that's the kind of team I'd like to develop here at State, and until just a 
few weeks ago I figured I had it_"until I heard about Sean leaning toward 
Todd." 

"But if you're getting that many great players couldn't you beat Todd even 
if they did get Sean O'Halloran?" 

"Quite frankly I doubt it," he frowned. 

"You do?" 

"That's right. Let me explain. I figured that with Lester Norman we'd have 
as good a running back as there is around. But if we don't have a 
quarterback the opposition fears, especially a defensive powerhouse like 
Todd always is, then we've got big problems. 

They'll be able to bunch up the middle, send linebackers in to fill in gaps, 
stunt and blitz the hell out of us. And unless we've got a quarterback they 
fear who can dump the ball off fast in blitzes and get the ball off fast, 
like Sean can, then they could bottle up Lester and our whole offense in the 
process. But with a guy like Sean at quarterback they can't gamble on 
stopping Lester or Sean will destroy them." 

"Or vice versa." 

"Absolutely. So it all hinges on us getting that red-haired Irishman. That's 
what it all comes down to." 

"I sure hope that we could get him somehow. After all, he hasn't signed with 
Todd yet." 

"Precisely. You've probably been wondering why I've been unloading all this 
on you. 

Right?" 

"Yes. I have wondered." 

"Well, I've been building up to this point, and now I'm gonna tell you. Ever 
since you've been on this campus I've told myself that you're a girl who can 
get things done. Well, I'm gonna be asking you to undertake your biggest 
assignment ever. I want you to help us land Sean O'Halloran. I think you 
might make the difference." 

"What can I do?" 

"Come on, honey," the coach chuckled. "Have you taken the trouble to look at 
yourself in the mirror lately." 

"Oh, no," she shook her head. "You're not really thinking of something that 
bold?" 

"I'm thinking about doing what needs to be done, and I have a very strong 
hunch that this young man would find talking to you one hell of a lot more 
interesting than having either Chuck or myself grab a plane for Sentryville. 
That's what I'm thinking." 

Butterflies immediately surfaced in the pit of the young woman's stomach. 
Duke was asking a great deal of her. Not only that, but she naturally 
wondered just how far she would be expected to go in trying to entice the 
brilliant quarterback to attend State. She wanted to tell Coach Story that 
there were no circumstances under which she could take such an assignment. 
But before the words could topple from her lips she engaged in some quick 
analysis. Practically everything she had, as well as her promising prospects 
for the future, she owed to State University in general and, at least in 
very strong measure, to Duke Story in particular. Now she was being asked to 
tackle an assignment that involved helping the coach to achieve a life long 
objective, that of putting together a national championship football team. 

In the final analysis, there was no conceivable way that she could say no to 
such a request. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

"We are now entering Sentryville," the pleasant, melodious voice of the 
stewardess was suddenly heard over the speaker, replacing the semi-classical 
music that had been playing. "Please fasten your seat belts. Thank you for 
flying with us and we hope that we will have an opportunity to serve you 
again soon." 

Liz Moreno leaned forward in her seat and attached her seat belt. Waves of 
nervous anxiety fluttered through her as she realized that the long 
anticipated moment was at hand. 

Coach Story had been kind enough to arrange it so that she had been able to 
stay for two full days in Chicago, her first stop, from which she would 
necessarily have to make connections before flying to Sentryville to meet 
Sean O'Halloran. He could have had her change planes immediately at busy 
O'Hare Airport, but instead he desired to put her in a confident, festive 
spirit, so he saw to it that she got a chance to sightsee and shop in the 
Windy City for two days. She had thrilled to Michigan Avenue, fashionable 
Lake Shore drive with its majestic skyscrapers facing Lake Michigan, and 
finally world-famed Marshall Field's department store, where she bought some 
new clothes. All the while, however, she had remained in a state of nervous 
uncertainty over the impending visit to Sentryville. 

She swallowed the last few drops of her Coke and set the plastic glass down 
in the small disposal compartment in front of her. Liz looked out the window 
at the lights of the small city below her. She could see that, in marked 
contrast to flying into a city the size of Los Angeles or Chicago by night, 
in which lights could be seen as far as the naked eye could see, she saw a 
cluster of lights in a relatively small area, beyond which there were 
scattered lights at staggered distances. She knew that the area with the 
large concentration of lights was the center of the city and its population, 
while the occasional lights, at least in the main, came from the farms 
scattered in the outlying areas adjacent to Sentryville. 

The plane made a smooth landing on the airport runway and Liz finally undid 
her seatbelt, got up, and strolled out of the plane. 

From the landing field it was only a short walk to the small airport. In 
that there were only a few people on the flight with her from Chicago to 
Sentryville, she would not be a difficult person for Sean O'Halloran to 
recognize. The majority of the other passengers were businessmen and 
salesmen in their forties and fifties clutching briefcases as they exited 
the plane. Their wives and children were there to promptly greet them on 
their return. 

As soon as she strolled into the waiting room she saw him! 

Sean O'Halloran beamed a wide, friendly smile, showing his glistening white 
teeth as he walked up to Liz. 

"Hello, Liz," he said. "I'm Sean O'Halloran." 

"Nice seeing you, Sean." 

"My pleasure. My car's over here in the parking lot. Follow me." 

As she walked alongside the tall, slender quarterback through the airport, 
he looked at her and grinned. 

"You looked great in the picture that Nancy sent me, but you look even 
better in person," he told her. "In fact, I don't know if it would be 
possible for any picture to do you justice." 

"Thank you," she replied. 

"How's Nancy doing? She sounded real good when I talked to her on the phone 
the other day." 

"She's great. She sends along her best." 

"That Nancy's one hell of a fine woman," he grinned. 

They walked out into the brisk mid-November air. A faint breeze was blowing. 
The football player gestured toward the parking lot just to the left of 
where they were standing. 

"My car's over there," he indicated. 

Moments later they climbed into Sean O'Halloran's battered red Mustang. 
Immediately Liz Moreno projected some of the vast transformations that would 
undoubtedly take place within the next few years of the young man's life, 
provided he lived up to expectations as a college player and avoided serious 
injury. She could see him driving around some big city in a shiny new 
Cadillac, Porsche, or perhaps even a Rolls Royce if he succeeded well enough 
and his tastes dictated such a move. 

For the moment, however, it was the battered Mustang and the small community 
of Sentryville. Within a matter of five minutes they were driving through 
the heart of the downtown section. People on the street recognized Sean and 
waved. Whenever he would pass someone he knew who was not looking in his 
direction, he would honk his horn and wave. The other person or persons 
would immediately wave back and smile. 

"How's that right arm?" one farmer stepping out of a pickup truck with hay 
loaded in the back end asked. 

"Never been better, Zeke," he called back, thrusting his right arm proudly 
out the window as the man laughed. 

"Just think, Sean," Liz smiled. "You're already a hero to these people, and 
if you go on and succeed big in college the name of Sentryville will be 
known all over the country as a result of your personal achievements. I'll 
bet it makes you feel good to think about that." 

"To tell you the truth I haven't had much time to think about that or 
anything else lately," Sean grinned. "Things have been so hectic. I mean 
between playing football and meeting all the coaches, all the recruiters who 
have come to see me, and going to all the different schools for weekends to 
see what they were like. It's really something. Leaves you in a blur." 

"I can imagine." 

"I know what you mean, though. Yeah, that would be nice, real nice if I 
could make a name for myself all over the country and this little town, 
where the people have been all so nice to me, would get known right along 
with me. It is something to think about." 

"Listen, Sean. Since I don't know my way around this town at all, then how 
about me asking you a question?" 

"Go right ahead." 

"I'd like you to use your own judgment and just pick out the best restaurant 
in town. 

Someplace where you'd like to go. I'd like to treat you. That would be a 
nice atmosphere to talk in." 

"I've got just the place in mind," he looked at her and winked. 

Moments later, much to Liz Moreno's surprise, Sean swung a sharp turn off 
the main street of town and headed down what soon became a dark, winding 
stretch of dirt road. 

"Where are we going?" Liz asked. "Are there any restaurants around here?" 

"Sit tight. We'll be there in a minute." 

A few moments passed. Finally a lone flickering light loomed ahead in the 
distance. 

"Right over there," he pointed. 

Moments later Sean O'Halloran was swinging his Mustang into the parking lot 
next to a faded pale yellow building with the lone light burning overhead, 
which said: MOTEL Sean quickly swung into the parking lot and brought his 
car to a halt. The only light, aside from the one burning overhead, came 
from the office in the front. 

"This isn't a restaurant," Liz promptly informed him. 

"I never said I was going to a restaurant," he grinned. "You're the one who 
mentioned that. 

I just said I knew where I was going and we'd be there soon. 

Well, here we are." 

"But I thought you wanted to get something to eat." 

"Did I say that?" 

"No. I just thought it." 

He shook his head before speaking. 

"Nah. I had a big dinner after football practice. Now I'm ready to work the 
meal off. Let's go." 

Liz was incensed by the brazen, matter-of-fact manner of the young football 
player. 

Nonetheless she got out of the car and accompanied him to the motel office. 
She realized that the stakes were too high for her to do anything other than 
play along with that valuable chunk of blue chip football commodity known as 
Sean O'Halloran, quarterback Even though she was known by no one in 
Sentryville, Liz still blushed slightly and felt a wave of embarrassment 
sweep over her as she entered the small dingy office and came face to face 
with a white-haired, bespectacled man with a heavily lined face who was just 
finishing taking a sip from a wine bottle. He had been immersed in watching 
an episode of "All In The Family" on the small black and white television 
set perched on a desk next to the counter. 

As soon as the old man saw Sean, his face filled up in a broad smile as he 
blurted out: "Howdy, Sean. How you doin'?" 

"Fine, Pops. How're you?" 

"Oh. Things are pretty quiet around here. Mom went into town to play a 
little bridge with some of the women. I'm just watching me a little 
television." 

"And gulping some grape." 

Pops laughed. 

"Tell you what, son. I won't tell no secrets about you if you don't tell any 
about me." 

"Fair enough." 

"Your old pappy would whip you to a frazzle if he ever found out where you 
were goin' when you went out at night. What do you tell him?" 

"I tell him it's too noisy to study around the house what with the TV going 
and my younger brothers and sisters making noise, so I have to go someplace 
else to study. He thinks I'm either at the library or a friend's place." 

"He'd whup you and tar and feather me if he knew the truth," Pops burst into 
loud laughter. 

"I reckon he would," Sean nodded grinningly. "By the way, I wanna introduce 
you to a new friend of mine, Liz Moreno." 

She winced over the fact that Sean had been tactless enough to introduce her 
by her actual name. In addition, she found herself more embarrassed than 
ever to be in such a compromising situation in this small town courting this 
high school football star. 

"Glad to know you, young lady," Pops' eyes twinkled as he took a good long 
look at the beautiful, olive-skinned brunette. "You know, Sean, when I seen 
you coming in here with this beautiful young gal I said to myself that I 
always knew you had mighty fine taste when it came to young women, but this 
here young gal was really something special. You're not from around here, 
young lady, are you? Least I ain't ever seen you before." 

"No I'm not," she replied uncomfortably. 

"She's from a long ways from here, Pops," the football player promptly 
chimed in. "She goes to State University. You know, the school where Duke 
Story is football coach." 

"Oh, yeah. I remember Duke from way back, from when he was playing in 
college and the pros. Welcome to Sentryville, young lady. Liz, did he say?" 

"That's right. Thank you." 

"Looks like I won't have any trouble getting a room tonight," Sean grinned. 

"You're sure right about that," Pops chuckled, taking a quick swig from his 
rapidly emptying wine bottle. "Matter of fact, they're all empty. Had a big 
time of it last weekend, though. Lots of these folks from that singles bar 
in town were carrying on, coming in here for quickies and then hightailing 
it on out of here. Lots of 'em had to do it that way since they're married 
to other people. Really puts you under pressure, though, havin' to change 
them sheets so many times in a night." 

"Know what you mean, Pops. So what do I owe you?" 

"You don't owe me a thing," Pops shook his head emphatically. "Except, that 
is, a couple of tickets for Friday night's game." 

"I'll see you get them," he promised. 

"You see, young lady. We take care of each other real fine," Pops looked at 
Liz and winked. 

The white-haired man finally shoved a dog-eared ledger book in Sean 
O'Halloran's direction. 

"I'll just sign in like I do, as Mr. and Mrs. John Smith," Sean said as he 
began to write in the ledger book. 

"Yep. This'll just be between us," Pops looked at Liz Moreno and winked. Liz 
awkwardly turned her head away. 

A few seconds later the formality of signing in had been completed and Pops 
handed Sean a key. 

"You two young folks have fun, you hear?" Pops said grinningly. 

"What else," Sean smiled. 

They left the small off ice and walked toward one of the small units. Sean 
inserted the key in the door, opening it, then gesturing to Liz to enter 
first. 

Sean entered behind her and turned on a table lamp. At least the place 
looked clean, Liz thought. It still angered her to observe the manner in 
which the carefree but cockily confident young football player took things 
for granted. She could detect that he was definitely a hero of Paul Bunyan 
proportions in the small town, and that he was accustomed to having things 
just the way he wanted them. 

"I imagine you're pursued plenty by the girls in this town," Liz said as she 
watched Sean yank off his jacket impatiently, then swiftly undo the buttons 
of his long-sleeved shirt. 

"I do all right," he winked. "You know how it goes. Everybody wants to be 
around a winner. 

That's why I'm fixing to stay a winner. I don't wanna have to come down off 
this cloud I'm on." 

"I wish you hadn't done one thing," Liz said, her tone one of biting 
displeasure. 

"What's that?" 

"You didn't have to be introducing me by my right name and even telling 
where I went to school." 

"Don't matter none to Pops," he shrugged. "I wouldn't have been doing it if 
it would have caused you any problems." 

She watched as the confident, red-haired quarterback immediately stripped 
down to his white jockey shorts. Liz could not help but admire the lean 
muscularity of his body, even though she was anything but eager to approach 
the subject of sex with somebody she barely knew, especially when, in 
addition, the person behaved in the kind of cocksure manner that Sean did. 

Sean eased himself down on top of the bed, quickly making himself at home. 
Liz could see that he was already a seasoned veteran of the motel circuit. 

"You know, Liz, I'm proud of my football playing, sure I am, but there's one 
thing I'm one hell of a whole lot more proud of as far as my athletic 
prowess is concerned," he told her as he lay on the bed stretched out on his 
back. "That happens to be my long, proud cock and the way that I can use it. 
Yes indeed. I've got me one hell of a proud cock and I think I've got good 
reason to feel real proud of it." 

He stared down at his crotch. Liz was looking in the same place. His penis 
bulged restlessly beneath the tightly fitting shorts, and the look of steely 
determination which surfaced on the young man's face indicated how eager he 
was to remove his shorts and reveal his long, hard cock of which he was so 
proud to Liz. 

She continued to watch as Sean reached down and made a prompt grab for the 
waistband of his shorts. He tugged swiftly, and a few seconds later he had 
wiggled out of his shorts, which he discarded onto a nearby chair. 

The football star looked down at his huge, bloated manmeat, his 
heavily-veined organ. 

"I am very proud of this," he grinned. "Yeah, I'm proud of my arm and all 
the touchdown passes I've thrown in high school, but nothing can match this, 
my dear. Oh, yes, I really love this long, hard prick of mine." 

She watched as his fingers started to methodically glide up and down against 
the rock hard length of his inflamed tool. Liz could tell from the manner in 
which his chest seemed to swell with a sudden surge of pride just how much 
he enjoyed the action. It made him feel good all over to know his cock was 
ready for action. 

Eventually his fingers started moving in a hellish fury as he worked them 
assertively up and down against the torrid length of his enraptured meaty 
erection. 

When he finally withdrew his fingers from his sturdy organ, he got up from 
the bed and walked over to where the gorgeous brunette had been standing. 
Now that he had enjoyed a few minutes of solitary enjoyment working his 
fingers up and down the full length of his blood-engorged tool he felt that 
it was time to move into the nitty-gritty of the action and remove his 
beautiful lover's clothes. 

"You notice I didn't say a thing about you stripping," he grinned as he took 
Liz by the hand and half-dragged her toward the bed. "I'm saving this 
supreme pleasure for myself. Am I ever eager to strip every bit of clothing 
from your body, to see you completely nude. I was mentally undressing you 
from the moment that I first laid eyes on you at the airport. Now it's time 
to move things one step further and take off everything!" 

He reached out and pushed her down on top of the bed, where she landed with 
a lurid plop. After that all she saw was a blur as the assertive young 
football player went to work with his furious fingers, heart pounding with 
mounting eagerness at the prospect of removing every stitch of clothing from 
the raven-haired beauty. 

Even though she hated him for what he was doing to her, just helping himself 
to her body and treating her like an interesting piece of furniture, she 
recognized that she was powerless to stop him. This determined young man 
would be taking what he deemed to be rightfully his, and would not even 
listen to any requests when it came to handling things differently. 

His fingers worked with piercing earnestness, and in just a matter of 
seconds he finished stripping off her dress. He licked his lips in 
admiration as he stared down at her gorgeous body, presently covered by no 
more than a pair of wispy white panties and matching brassiere. Sean's heart 
pounded in a floodtide of wild exhilaration at the prospect of actually 
seeing her totally naked, but before he finished the pleasant job of 
stripping her his alertly widening eyes, stared down at her succulent ripe 
breasts, covered only by her brassiere, and her slim, curvaceous legs. It 
made him feel good to know that he was only a few swift tugs away from 
experiencing the intoxicatingly delightful sight of seeing her in the buff. 

"Oh, what a bod," he sighed. "I knew you'd look great and you really do. And 
this is not the end. Just wait until I pluck off your panties and bra. That 
will really be something. Oh, you're so damned gorgeous. Nancy told me that 
you were really something, and even sent me a picture when I said I'd like 
to have an idea of what you looked like." 

Liz could clearly tell from the way that her friend was talking that the 
recruiting department of the State University football program was alive and 
apparently functioning with great efficiency. She was also aware, however, 
that things still remained problematical and very tricky as far as 
successfully wooing the talented young athlete was concerned. 

Despite the fact that she was convinced she was making a strong impression 
on the football star at that moment, she wondered just how lasting an 
overall impression she would make She was aware that he had had a good many 
lovers lately, and she imagined that a good many of them were probably 
highly appealing women like herself, perhaps women made available to him by 
competing universities in the football recruiting wars. It made her nervous 
to think that it could all come down ultimately to just who made the best 
overall impression on this apparently spoiled young man who was so used to 
having things go his own way. 

His furious fingers went to work with supreme urgency, this time on her 
brassiere. They crisply plunged and tugged against her brassiere straps 
until the filmy white material fell to the ground, her bountiful boobs 
popping forward in all their succulent glory. 

Sean's fingers immediately surrounded the firm warmth of his breasts as he 
pinched and squeezed them, and all the while his heart kept beating with 
mounting rapidity over the prospect of engaging in intimate forms of contact 
with her. 

After his fingers squeezed and clutched with hungry warmth against her ripe 
melons for several minutes, he reached down and made a grab for her panties. 
He moved so swiftly that she was barely aware of what was happening. She 
could tell that he possessed the cat-like grace generally reserved for great 
athletes and those with comparable potential in that direction. 

Her legs instinctively glided from side to side as he pulled her panties 
down her legs and off of her, and after he discarded them the young man 
licked his lips with lascivious anticipation as he stared down at her 
luscious pubic triangle. He also loved the manner in which her ripe buttocks 
were twisting. 

"Oh, oh, baby, what beautiful equipment you've got!" he gasped. "You look so 
good. What a woman you are! Oh, do I ever love the way you're put together." 

Before long he was putting his tongue to work in a state of great hunger, 
letting it whip and slide sharply as it made fervent contact against the 
warmth of her shapely, sharply undulating breasts as she enjoyed every 
searing tongue stroke that he sent forth. 

Despite the fact that she had been opposed to the idea of succumbing quickly 
to this cocky young man, the manner in which he was swiftly plunging his 
tongue against her breasts and nipples promptly worked her into a frenzy of 
passion. 

Back and forth his stiffly assertive tongue sharply glided as it made 
piercing contact with her rocking breasts and nipples, and after he had 
worked her into a delirious frenzy with his spirited tongue thrusts he 
quickly dropped his flaming red digit down toward her crotch. 

Once again his quickly assertive tongue went to work, and this time he let 
it glide with quick assertiveness as it worked its way up and down 
dexterously and passionately against the solid warmth of her slightly 
quivering thighs. A fine misty sheen of perspiration had already surfaced on 
her body, including her thighs, from all the stirring excitement that had 
taken place up to that point, and now his piercing tongue was manipulating 
at a blistering pace as he worked it from thigh to thigh alternatively while 
her buttocks flounced and ground salaciously against the mattress beneath 
her. 

After he had finished bathing her thighs with his saliva, he then pushed his 
stiffly probing tongue downward and into the beauteous area that separated 
her thighs, her seething vagina. 

Even though he was tempted to propel his tongue as rapidly as he could 
assert it from the very beginning against the pinkness of her pulsating 
vagina, he suppressed his feverish desire and decided instead to manipulate 
his tongue more slowly in the beginning, to allow the action to develop 
gradually. 

Sean O'Halloran let his tongue snake its way with slow, tentative strokes 
inside her already dampened orifice, which had been feeling strong measures 
of erotic excitement from the very beginning. Her hips and buttocks 
maintained a salacious cadence as they ground against the bed while his 
torrid tongue enticingly made its way into the delightful folds of moist and 
intensely alive flesh of her succulent, juicy oriface. 

"OOOOHHHHHH, FEEELLLLSSSS GOOD!" she gasped. 

Her words of excitement only served to enhance the young football star's 
confidence and excitement that much more as his tongue made its way once 
more into the moist folds of vaginal flesh. He gradually began to step up 
the pace as her breathing became louder. His tongue sought her out with 
increasing urgency as she felt the searing fires intensifying within her. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHH, HOW GOOD!" she gasped. 

It excited him no end to know that this olive-skinned woman was literally at 
his mercy at that sublime moment, seeking beyond anything else to attain the 
ultimate in release from his burning tongue thrusts, and now the gasping 
sounds she emitted were louder and more noticeable than ever as his 
pulsating tongue pushed her that much closer to a spirited and 
ecstasy-filled climax. 

"Oh, darling, don't stop now," she exclaimed in a voice huskily laden with 
sexual tension. 

"Keep that tongue thrusting. Drive it inside me until I juice. I really want 
it." 

She had never dreamed even a few minutes earlier that she would be literally 
begging Sean to suck her to climax, but his recklessly thrusting tongue, 
which was being exercised in a devil-may-care manner, had indeed pushed her 
into a state of roaring ecstasy, the kind that would not be ultimately 
satisfied until the juices poured out of her burning love pit. 

"Oh, I'm tingling all over," she exclaimed. "I can't believe this. My whole 
body is on fire and my head is spinning. That's what you're doing to me with 
that wildly throbbing tongue of yours. Do I ever love what you're doing, 
darling. Oh, that tongue is moving so quickly and I love this action so 
much!" 

His frenziedly thrusting oral digit had now propelled her to the very brink 
of climax. His fingers slid up and down her thighs as his flicking tongue 
planted itself inside her plush pink drapery until she began feeling the 
shock waves, the dramatic reverberations, beginning to explode throughout 
her supercharged body as the first few drops of pussy fluid started to 
deliriously splash from her enraptured organ. 

"OOO OOOHHH HHH, TTTOOO OOOMMM UCC-CCH HH!" she loudly gasped as the searing 
sea of vaginal fluid spilled from her organ and into the waiting mouth of 
Sean. 

"Keep going, darling. Oh, yes, I want it so much. Your tongue can really do 
the job. Oh, yes, oh, keep it going!" 

His spirited tongue was not about to let up until he finished sucking every 
drop of juice from her orifice, and she listened to the loud slurping sounds 
of his rapidly suctioning tongue as he drained every delicious drop from her 
nest. 

"Yes, yes," she murmured. "Oh, honey, what a tongue you have! You couldn't 
have used it any better!" 

Her head continued to spin as he finally released his tongue from her vagina 
after it had ceased exploding. Before she had a chance to rest in the 
stirring aftermath of her orgasm, her attentive lover, after jerking up and 
down with confidence against the rock hard surface of his lust-bloated cock, 
decided that it was time for him to launch into some more action. 

He hurled his flaming pole forward, driving it with spirit and gusto in the 
direction of Liz' vulnerably exposed vagina, which he had just finished 
sucking to climax. 

"Oh, I'll bet you're the tightest fuck around," he gasped. "I'm gonna slam 
my cock into you, honey. I'm really gonna do a job on that beautiful pussy." 

His stiffly raging cock was burning with anxiety as he let it slide with 
piercing energy into the tight folds of her torrid vagina. Her whole body 
tensed as she received him. 

The Liz of a few weeks ago would have been thrown into a state of panic over 
a man doing to her what the red-haired football star was, but things had 
changed profoundly over what was otherwise a very short period of time. 

Within the aforementioned period the beautiful young Chicano woman had 
learned to adjust on a regular basis with Duke Story, and his long, 
demanding cock had plowed into her with relentless force until he had 
attained release. 

Now she was able to adjust to a man's stiff cock as it rode into her vagina. 
In many ways it seemed like light years removed from the present when she 
was a virgin, and she recalled briefly how Duke had torn her up and made her 
bleed with those first few stiff, insistent thrusts that his long, stinging 
pole had provided inside the tightness of her virginal orifice. 

From that earlier experience she had developed a great deal, and now 
instinctively she clasped her pussy muscles as she wiggled her hips back and 
forth in an appreciative flowing movement as she received the ringing stabs 
of his thrusting, dramatically alive penis, and all the while he could feel 
the surging juices in his cock and balls waiting to be released. 

"Oh, what a fantastic fuck you are," he gasped. "Oh, damned, the way that 
cunt of yours snaps. Keep it snapping, baby. You've really got a snapping 
pussy, and it's just made to order for my cock. Oh, yes, do I ever love 
this!" 

His sharply cannonading spear kept on planting itself with passionate 
enthusiasm inside the tight warmth of her hotly spasming pussy as he pushed 
himself that much nearer to the state of a wild and delirious climax. 

"I love it, I really love it," he gasped. 

His fingers finally commenced pinching and squeezing with great delight 
against the firm flesh of her flowing buttocks as he propelled his way that 
much deeper to the state of a stormy explosion. 

A few quickly thrusting strokes later he could feel the floodtide of passion 
surging in his restless cock and balls as he found himself on the verge of 
expending his hot load. 

"Oh, I'm so close now," he declared. "Just keep flinging those asscheeks, 
darling. Yes, I really love this. Oh, I love every bit of this exciting 
action." 

He plunged his restless organ into her one more time, and finally he felt 
the time bomb beginning to detonate within him as the surging liquids rose 
to the surface and the exploding drops began to spray from the end of his 
torrid pole. 

"Oh, here we go," he gasped. 

The prolific drops of thick white fluid began to spray with passionate 
ecstasy from the end of his steaming pole, commencing to flood the hotly 
spasming vagina of the beautiful brunette as Sean's entire body tensed and 
he felt totally engulfed in a torrid sea of lusty passion. 

"Oh, those wiggling asscheeks, I love them," he gasped. "This is so good. 
Ah, what screwing. Oh, the stuff is really spilling out of me. I can't get 
enough of you!" 

His fingers clutched tightly against the warmth of her buttocks flesh as the 
intense drops of his thick white liquid splashed into her tight vagina. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHH, WHAT A PIECE OF ASS!" he saluted her as the juices thundered 
from his erect tool. "OOO OOOHHHHHH, I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, SO VERY MUCH!" 

The liquid stream continued until the final few drops of juice exploded from 
the end of his stormy rod, after which he released it from her pussy. 

The brunette laid back and relaxed, deciding that her evening's work was 
over as far as impressing the red-haired football star was concerned, and 
genuinely hoping that she had made a lasting impression on him that would 
extend far beyond the limited reaches of that evening's activity. 

No sooner was she convinced that it all had come to an end than she received 
a fresh surprise. Liz watched as the energetic football player reached down 
and began pumping on his cock. 

"It only went down a little," he smiled pridefully. "That means that I've 
only got a little work to do before I get it up there again, my dear. Oh, 
damned, but this feels good. I love reaching out and pumping up and down on 
my cock." 

She listened to the sound of his breathing, which was increasing heavily 
under the stimulating finger thrusts he quickly applied to his stirring 
cock. 

When he finally released his fingers from his organ, which was now as 
throbbingly erect as it had been prior to his last explosion, he moved his 
slightly trembling body, which was aflame with wild excitement, dramatically 
toward her. 

"Reach out and take my cock," he commanded. "Grab it with both hands and 
play with it." 

He was not asking her, but telling her, his tone emphatic enough to carry 
that message. It made her angry to think once again about him carrying on in 
such an audacious manner, but yet she did not feel she really had a choice 
in the matter from the manner in which he reached out and let his fingers 
tightly grip her head. On top of that, she knew that Duke and the entire 
athletic department of State University was counting heavily upon a positive 
impression being made on the young man, and she had the strong impression 
that the key to finding the young man's heart and winning his allegiance 
definitely stemmed from pleasing his hard, scorching cock in just the right 
manner. 

As he held on tightly to her scalp, the captive Liz reached down with both 
hands and let her fingers begin to glide up and down against the rigid base 
of his throbbingly alive organ. 

"Oh, I love what you're doing, really love it," he gasped. "That is what I 
love, oh damned, my cock and balls are on fire!" 

Her fingers moved up and down against the rigid base of his restless phallic 
tool as he felt the pressure dramatically building in his loins, the kind of 
pleasure that could be ultimately satisfied only through exploding the thick 
white juices from his cock. 

Her fingers moved briskly for several more seconds, by which time the 
confident Sean O'Halloran, who knew precisely what he wanted, decided to 
bring a halt to that phase of the activity. 

"Okay, you can knock off the finger action, honey," he grinned. "And now I 
want you to go to work with your tongue. I want you to start sucking my 
cock." 

Even in her sexual activity with Coach Story, the one thing that Liz had not 
been asked to do was to go down on the football mentor's organ. He had been 
content to run his tongue over her pussy until she exploded, and to drive 
his thrusting cock against her hotly spasming vagina until orgasm. 

Since Story was enchanted with the tightness of her pussy and loved 
thrusting movements as a way of obtaining orgasmic satisfaction, he had not, 
to that point, required Liz to suck him off. But now here she was, 
confronted directly with a demand from Sean to do that very thing, and this 
time she was convinced that she would indeed speak up and let him know that 
she would not do it. 

Before she had an opportunity to raise a protest, however, the football 
player gripped her head more tightly than before, almost to the point where 
it hurt her, and shoved her mouth in the direction of his blue-veined 
phallic tool. 

"Yeah, you're gonna suck," he gasped. "I'm gonna feed you my cock juices. 
You lucky little gal. You're gonna get yourself quite a thrill. You're gonna 
swallow my stuff." 

He thrust his body quickly forward, continuing to hold her head sharply in 
place, and let the tip of his torrid cock make its initial penetration 
inside her mouth. 

"Oh, this is gonna be so good," he exclaimed. 

At first she wanted to scream, or at least register some kind of angry 
protest to Sean, but she was unable to say or do anything since he was 
literally forcing his hard, swollen manmeat into her mouth as he grinned 
with sadistic satisfaction. Sean could see from the expression on Liz' face 
that she was anything but into the act of voluntarily sucking a man's cock, 
and if anything, that made him feel better about the whole thing. He liked 
the idea of taking complete command of this intoxicatingly exotic young 
woman, of watching her grind her tongue against his rock hard penis. 

At first he restricted his activity to forcing his cock within the outer 
edges of her mouth, but finally he ground it all the way inside her, pushing 
his piercing pole deep inside her mouth and grinding for all he was worth. 

The young woman was livid with rage over what she was forced to endure, but 
recognized she was powerless to stop him. His buttocks twisted and turned as 
he drove his stabbing penis with relentless zeal inside her mouth, all the 
while propelling himself that much nearer to the state of climax. 

"Oh, this is sucking," he gasped. "This is sucking the way that it's meant 
to be enjoyed. 

Oh, my cock's on fire, my balls are on fire. I can't get enough." 

His thundering cock kept on driving hard and fast as he worked it deep 
inside her mouth. 

Eventually he let it penetrate all the way to her esophagus, and for a time 
she wondered if she would choke to death under the stirring pressure he was 
bringing to bear with his hammer-like tool, which he allowed to slam against 
the back of her throat as he pushed his way closer to climax. 

"Oh, damned, damned, what a suck," he gasped. 'This is so good. I'd like to 
keep this up forever, but I know I can't. Oh, my balls are so damned 
swollen." 

Eventually his thudding testicles began to scrape against the beautiful 
young woman's chin as he slammed his mammoth organ deep inside her mouth, 
all the while propelling himself that much nearer to the point of a 
stimulating climax. 

"Oh, so good, what a suck, what a suck!" he gasped. 

His hammering member blasted its way far and deep inside her mouth one more 
time, and by then he could feel the stirring juices in his pole ready to 
explode inside her mouth. His body wiggled and twisted, he let out a sigh, 
and watched as the first few stirring drops of orgasmic fluid eased out of 
the end of his erect manmeat and splashed into her mouth. 

"Oh, here I go, this is just the beginning," he exclaimed, his body tensing 
dramatically. 

Finally the juices began to spill profusely out of the quarterback's rigid 
phallic lance and inundate her mouth. He heaved sigh upon sigh and smiled 
with sublime satisfaction over what was happening to him as he unloaded the 
white juice. 

"AAAAAHHHHGGGHHH, SO GOOD, AAA-GGGGHHH, I LOVE IT, I WANT IT!" he gasped. 

As for Liz, at first she winced, then she panicked. As the deluge of hot 
white liquid spurted inside her mouth she wondered if she would choke on his 
juice. She might have spit at least some of it were it not for the fact 
that, by the time the deluge hit, he was hammering his cock into her throat. 
Her head was tilted back and she was unable to spit out the juice, which 
kept flooding her mouth like a never-ending torrent. 

"Oh, so good, oh, damned, what a suck," he gasped. "This is so good, so 
good!" 

A few drops later the explosion came to an end and Sean O'Halloran removed 
his now satisfied cock from Liz' mouth. 

"Honey, you're absolutely great," he patted her cheek affectionately, 
smiling boyishly. 

"Was that ever a wild fuck! Damned but I loved the whole thing. I really 
loved the way you took it. I could tell that you weren't used to cock 
sucking, but you stayed with it like a real pro." 

Liz had told herself earlier that, once she had the chance, she would erupt 
and tell this arrogant young man where to go once that she got the chance. 
Now that it had arrived she was having second thoughts about it. 

For one thing, she recognized that her mission just might have been 
successfully accomplished. Or at least there was apparently a chance that it 
was based on the enthusiastic response on the part of Sean. For another, she 
enjoyed the flattery coming from him as he told her how great a job she had 
done. There was also yet another reason. 

Even with his faults, and the level of arrogance that Sean O'Halloran had 
evidenced, Liz Moreno could not help but find him attractive. There was 
something in his reckless manner that she found definitely exciting. She 
also could not help but be impressed by the attitude and manner he had 
toward sex once that he threw himself into motion. She could not help but 
get caught up in the raging vortex of excitement stemming from the kind of 
wild action in which he engaged, even while in another sense she might have 
found what he was doing repulsive. 

It made her feel a great sense of relief to realize that she had handled her 
first cock suck, and was feeling no violent after shocks from the ordeal. 
She had to admit that, by the time the act had been moving into its closing 
stages, that she had even been learning to like what was happening. 

Now it was all behind her, and she could not help but feel that things had 
been successfully accomplished from her end, even though it had actually 
been Sean who had made the cocksuck come off so well. Unless he had forced 
her against her own will to do what had been accomplished, she wondered if 
he would have received a blow job at all. In retrospect she decided that he 
probably would have, since everything was riding on her making a good 
impression on him. There would have always been the possibility, however, of 
him suffering the indignity of having her cough up some of his juice, and 
she was relieved that something that potentially embarrassing and damaging 
had not actually occurred. 

A contented smile formed on Sean O'Halloran's lips as he stretched out on 
his back and looked at Liz. 

"You know, Nancy told me you'd be just great and that I'd like you, and it 
sure turned out that way," he said. "I hope Nancy's getting along just 
fine." 

"She is. Nancy's a very dynamic person. The kind that will get along 
anywhere." 

"I'll go along with that," the grin widened. "She sure showed me a good time 
when I was at State. Let me tell you something. You talk about somebody 
giving a good cock suck. That Nancy can give head with the best of them. I 
called her the gal with the golden tongue and she really laughed at that." 

Liz realized at that point just how hard State had been trying to recruit 
the red-haired quarterback with the rifle arm. Duke Story had thrown his two 
big guns at Sean as a means of enticing him to enter State. First the sexy 
blonde, Nancy Spencer, had been pressed into action. Then, the next time 
around, State University had served up the brunette beauty. 

"I hope you had a good time tonight," Liz said, hoping that the more 
experienced Nancy had not so far overshadowed her own performance as to 
leave Sean disappointed, despite his earlier positive remarks, which were 
made in the immediate aftermath of orgasm. 

"Are you kidding?" he smiled broadly, leaning forward and kissing her 
passionately on the lips, after which he promptly withdrew his lips from 
hers. "Who the hell could ever find you anything but super? You're 
absolutely beautiful. Just look at that gorgeous body. It's absolute 
perfection Just couldn't be any better. And that face is absolutely super. 
It couldn't be any better either. The whole thing was just great. Yeah, it 
couldn't have been any better. That's my feeling on the whole thing." 

"I'm glad you feel that way." 

"You are a winner. I'm a winner myself and I can recognize if somebody else 
is a winner. 

Well, that's what you are. A super fantastic winner. Let me ask you 
something. Just what year are you in at State anyway?" 

"I'm a freshman." 

A broad grin broke onto his face. 

"You're just a freshman?" 

"That's right." 

"Hey. That's really super." 

"Why's that?" 

"I mean. If I decided to enroll at State then that would mean that you'd 
have three full years left. Maybe even more if you decided to go to grad 
school there." 

"That's right." 

"I hope you're not engaged or going steady with anybody. Please tell me 
you're not." 

"No. I'm not going with anybody in particular right now." She thought about 
Coach Story with some irony. She was, at least in a sense, going regularly 
with him, but she would certainly not tell Sean that. 

"Oh, that's great. Too good to be true. You know, if there's one thing I 
would really love it would be deciding to go to a school and knowing that 
one of the best looking gals on campus, which you damned well have got to 
be, is there waiting for me. I just hope you'd be around so we could have 
all kinds of fun together. There's nothing I like better to loosen me up 
before a big game than getting a fantastic blow job from a beautiful woman. 

I think that adds ten yards of zing to my passes." 

"You really think so?" 

"Damned right. Don't ever underestimate the impact of a fantastic blow job. 
Anyway, you think you could find some time for me if I did decide to enroll 
at State?" 

"Certainly," she replied emphatically. 

"That's good, that's really good. You're an exciting woman. And yeah! That's 
right! Nancy's there, too. I'd have two friends there, a gorgeous blonde and 
a fantastic brunette. Oh, I'd really love that. That would be great!" 

"I do hope you'll keep us in mind." 

"Oh, darling, you'd better believe that I will." 

Liz was taken by surprise one more time by the aggressive football player as 
he reached out and let his fingers cling tightly to the warmth of her ripe 
bosoms. 

He held on snugly to her boobs as he pushed her back down on top of the bed. 
As she lay there on her back, he threw himself down between her legs and let 
his sharply pistoning tongue immediately begin to attack the warmth of her 
succulent, moist vagina. She listened to the loud, intense slurping sounds 
of the football star as his rapidly twisting tongue made steady contact with 
the pinkness of her throbbing organ. 

Within seconds he had thrown her into a wild tizzy of throbbing delight as 
her hotly spasming buttocks slammed against the bed beneath her and she 
heaved sigh upon sigh. 

"Oh, I want this, I want it, I can't get enough of it," she loudly declared 
as her legs kicked back and forth unrestrainedly while the young man's 
sharply pistoning tongue probed its way skillfully inside the moist furnace 
of her vagina. 

"Oh, what a box you've got," he murmured between sucks. "How I love sinking 
my tongue into you." 

Liz could see that she was involved with a productive sex machine who could 
not seem to get enough in the way of wild and satisfying sensation. His 
tongue whipped back and forth, flicking out against the torrid surface of 
her moist feminine drapery as she was pushed ever closer to the state of a 
stirring orgasm. 

"Oh, drive it, drive your tongue," she gasped. "Bring me off, my darling. I 
need it. I really need it. You brought me to this point with your sucking, 
and now the juices have just got to spray from my pussy. Do it to me!" 

By then he had dramatically stepped up his pace so that he was proceeding at 
full speed as his stiffly projecting tongue ground its way with stirring 
delight against her ravaged organ. 

"Suck me, suck me, suck me!" she gasped. 

His fingers pushed tightly against her rapidly undulating breasts as he 
propelled her ever closer to the big moment at which the juices would topple 
from her organ. 

A few loud gasps later the juices started to spurt from her pussy and into 
Sean's mouth. 

She listened to the intense slurping sounds and watched his eyes roll with 
delight as he captured every drop of juice that spilled from her organ and 
into his mouth. 

When he released his tongue from her vagina, Sean ran his fingers through 
Liz' hair. 

"Oh, damned, but that was good," he said. 

"I thought so too." 

'Td like to keep you here all night." 

"Except you know that we couldn't do that. We don't want to take anymore of 
a chance of being caught together." 

"I know. You're right. I was just saying that it would be great if we could. 
Where do you want me to drop you off?" 

"I'm staying at the Grand Hotel. I presume you know where that is. Don't 
you?" 

"Of course I do," he laughed. "I know where every place is around here. It's 
probably the best hotel in town. It's right in the downtown area. We passed 
it on our way over here." 

"Well. That's where I'm staying tonight." 

"So how long are you gonna be in Sentryville?" 

"Oh. Just tonight. I'm catching an eight o'clock plane tomorrow morning." 

"It sure has been great." 

"Yes, it has." 

He kissed her lips intensely one more time. 

They got dressed in silence. A few minutes later they left the room. Sean 
decided to pay one last call on Pops before they departed. 

Pops was watching television and sipping from his now almost empty wine 
bottle as they entered the room. 

"I'll bet you two had a good time," Pops winked lewdly. 

"We sure did, Pops," Sean grinned. "Thanks for helping make it all 
possible." 

"Don't mention it. I'd appreciate it if you'd get me those tickets you 
promised." 

"Consider it done." 

"Nice meeting you, young lady. Hope to see you again." 

"Goodnight," Liz said. 

A few minutes later he let her off in front of the hotel, kissing her one 
last time. It was not until she arrived in her hotel room that she realized 
how tired she actually was from the whole tense ordeal. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Coach Story paced the sidelines nervously and stared out toward the playing 
field, feeling an ominous fear of the unknown as he watched the unfolding 
action. 

The State University season had come down to this point. As late afternoon 
shadows began to fall on the jam-packed stadium, a capacity throng had 
turned out to watch two bitter traditional rivals, State and Todd 
University, battle for the league championship and an almost certain major 
bowl bid. The game was entering the critical stages of the fourth quarter. 

Story's team had gone into the game undefeated, with only a 14-14 tie 
against a highly regarded Norriston team preventing it from a perfect 
record, against Todd, which had two losses on its record. Both of the teams 
were undefeated in league competition, however, and the game was a toss-up. 
The gamblers decided that, even though State had the better record, Todd's 
non-league competition was much tougher, its two losses coming against Notre 
Dame and Ohio State. 

For fifty-six minutes the teams had battled on fairly even terms, but State 
had surged slightly toward the end of the third quarter to pull out in front 
on a field goal, breaking a 7-7 tie which had lasted from the midway point 
of the third quarter to go on top by a 10-7 count. 

Now State was driving, having recovered a Todd fumble on its own 23-yard 
line, and having marched mainly on the ground all the way to the Todd 18, 
where State had a first and ten. 

"It's all coming down to this," Story told Chuck Graham, who was standing 
next to him with a headset on, relaying information to Duke based on 
observations of the three State assistants in the jammed press box high atop 
the stadium. 

"Yeah. We've got to put some more points on the board to be on the safe 
side," Graham replied. 

"Sure. But the way I see it a field goal isn't worth anything." 

"It would prevent them from tying with a field goal." 

"They'll be playing it the same way I would in their shoes. They've got to 
go for the win. 

Those two non-conference losses would work against them if this game ended 
in a tie, even if they were against two of the strongest teams in the 
nation." 

"Yeah. You're right, Duke. We've got to figure on going in for six points 
and icing this thing." 

"What are they saying upstairs?" Duke gestured toward the press box. "Does 
Todd look any slower? More tired?" 

"Oh, sure," Chuck nodded. "But we've slowed down, too. There's been a lot of 
rough contact out there and it's taken its toll on both sides of the line." 

"That's about what I figured," Story nodded. "That means we've got to outgut 
'em. Use that conditioning. Go for that little bit extra in reserve. That's 
how we're gonna whip 'em." 

Duke Story slammed his fist down into the palm of his hand and started to 
pace the sidelines nervously once more. He watched as the teams lined up for 
play. Story held his breath, watched as the ball was snapped, observed the 
two huge lines charging at each other, then winced as the State fullback, 
who had taken the handoff from the quarterback, was brought down after a two 
yard gain. 

"Brown, you idiot, you missed your man, missed your block," an enraged Story 
yelled at a bemused State lineman. 

As the team trotted back to the huddle, Story walked over to Graham, who was 
waiting for him to select the next play, which he would signal out to the 
State quarterback on the field. 

"I'm just as glad that Brown is graduating," he grumbled. "If he hadn't 
missed that first down we're inside their ten easy. Maybe even a touchdown. 
Now a lousy two yard gain. 

Call a pitchout and tailback sweep. The old USC student body right." 

"Okay, Duke," Graham nodded. 

Graham made a series of movements with his hands and feet. The quarterback, 
watching attentively from the huddle, picked up the right signal and called 
the play. 

The ball was pitched out and the tailback sprinted out toward the State side 
of the field, making an attempt to cut down the sideline and romp sixteen 
yards for a score. An alert Todd defensive back moved in fast, however, to 
stop the runner for no gain. 

"Oh, damned," Graham winced. "Why didn't somebody pick up that cornerback? 
If he'd been blocked we'd have scored." 

Duke Story called pass plays on third and fourth downs. Both times the ball 
fell to the ground incomplete. The fourth down pass particularly frustrated 
the coach since he had decided to go for a touchdown rather than a first 
down and the primary receiver was in the clear behind the goal line. The 
State quarterback, who was being rushed aggressively by Todd, did not see 
the open man and attempted instead to dump the ball off to a secondary 
receiver, a tight end, who had drawn two defenders. One of the Todd 
defenders batted the ball harmlessly to the ground. 

"Oh, damned, wide open, six points easy," Story shrieked, pointing at the 
receiver standing by himself in the end zone. "Now it's up to the defense to 
hold 'em. Okay, you guys. Reach back for that something extra." 

Story shouted his final words of encouragement to his defensive team, which 
trotted out onto the field, hoping to thwart Todd's one remaining chance to 
put a touchdown on the scoreboard. Duke looked up at the clock. 

"They've got two and a half minutes to move eighty-four yards," he said to 
Graham. "Yeah. 

They can do it. But they won't begin to get that far that fast unless our 
defense breaks down." 

"The defense has been pretty strong today." 

"Yeah. So far. But the game's on the line now." 

The next few minutes proved to be the longest in Duke Story's life, as well 
as the most unendurable. While he watched next to Chuck Graham on the 
sidelines, pacing the sidelines nervously, cupping his hands over his mouth 
and shouting out words of ever mounting desperation to his rapidly tiring 
defensive players, Todd proceeded to mount a drive, mainly through the air, 
which extended all the way to the State eight-yard line. Pass after pass was 
caught by Todd receivers. There was not one long gain in the drive, but a 
series of productive short and medium-sized gains. 

The clock wound down to the final few precious seconds as Todd tried one 
pass, which fell incomplete, and two runs to put the ball on the State three 
with fourth down and just thirty seconds remaining in the game. 

On fourth down the Todd quarterback rolled out, looking for an open 
receiver. He eluded a State defensive end and finally decided to tuck the 
ball under his arm and attempt to run the ball into the far corner of the 
end zone. 

A State defender moved up to challenge him at the goal line, but the 
quarterback was able to wedge the ball over the line, breaking the plane of 
the end zone as the official on the scene threw his arms over his head, 
signifying a touchdown as the Todd side of the field erupted in a state of 
bedlam. 

Duke Story buried his head in his cradled arms, barely able to endure the 
agony of defeat. 

The kick was good, making the score 14-10 with only fourteen seconds left in 
the game. 

After the kickoff was run back and State took possession on its own 20, Duke 
called a long desperation pass. 

The quarterback cranked up and threw the ball, but it landed short of its 
intended receiver and into the arms of a Todd defensive back, who proceeded 
to run the interception 34 yards into the end zone for another Todd 
touchdown, which only served to rub salt into the wounds of Duke Story. 

The coach was helpless, totally beside himself as he observed the reigning 
bedlam on the Todd side of the field. 

The meaningless point after touchdown was good and the game ended following 
the ensuing kickoff with the score 21-10 in Todd's favor. What had given 
evidence of being Duke Story's most promising season at State University had 
ended instead in his most agonizing defeat. 

Duke was in a state of shock as he walked over and congratulated the winning 
Todd coach, along with congratulating a few Todd players who had expressed 
their good wishes to him. 

From there he took a long, lonely walk down the tunnel and into the stony 
silence of his team's dressing room. The players sat disconsolately, their 
eyes pointing downward to the floor. 

He barely managed to get through the agony of the post-game news conference, 
where he was forced to relive the agony of the winning Todd scoring drive, 
along with other intervals in the game where his team had stood a good 
chance of putting the opposition away but had failed to do so. 

As soon as the last few reporters had left the dressing room, Duke breathed 
a sigh of relief and walked into the shower room. He removed his clothes and 
took a long shower, savoring the opportunity to be finally alone in his 
agony. 

"You wanna go out for a drink, Duke?" a compassionate Chuck Graham called in 
to him. 

"No thanks, Chuck," he shook his head slowly. "I'd just rather be by 
myself." 

"Okay. See you on Monday," Chuck waved. 

"Yeah. See you." 

Duke finally got out of the shower, dried his body off slowly, then dressed 
even more slowly. By the time that he left the dressing room it was totally 
deserted. The last few players had left almost a half hour earlier. 

The stadium was deserted as well as Duke ambled slowly down the sidewalk. He 
thought momentarily about stopping at an old haunt of his, the cocktail bar 
just across the street from the campus, but he decided against doing so. 
There would be people inside rehashing the football game and he could not 
stand any of that. 

He finally decided to stop at the liquor store just down the street from the 
bar. He walked inside. The place was deserted except for its proprietor, 
Duke's old friend Johnny. 

"Hello, Duke," Johnny greeted him with a sad and understanding nod. 

"Hi, Johnny." 

"What'll it be?" 

"A fifth of Jack Daniels. As long as I'm down in the dumps I might as well 
get soused on good whiskey." 

"I'm sure sorry about what happened, Duke." 

"That's the way it goes," the coach shrugged. 

Johnny handed him the liquor, which he put in a sack. Duke paid for it. 

"Thanks, Duke," Johnny said, ringing up the sale. 'They were lucky, just 
plain lucky. And you were unlucky. I saw it here on television in the store 
and it made me about as damned mad as it did you when they put over that 
winning touchdown." 

"Thanks for the kind words, Johnny," Duke waved as he took the brown paper 
sack containing the Jack Daniels in his right hand and walked out of the 
store. 

Duke walked down the dark, deserted street for two blocks, then turned and 
walked in the direction of a street containing modern, apartment buildings. 

The coach strolled into one of the buildings and walked toward the hack. He 
saw a note inserted in the screen door. 

Duke: Come right in. 

That was all that the note read. Duke immediately complied, and in a few 
seconds he was standing in the bedroom of Nancy Spencer. She was lying on 
top of the bed, her beautiful naked body on full display, her snowy white 
skin glistening in the semi-darkness of the room. He placed the sack 
containing the bottle of Jack Daniels on a table. 

"I was gonna suggest us having a drink first," he said, "but right now I'm 
figuring I need something else instead. Something to relieve all my 
frustrations." 

"That's what I figured. This was the way I was gonna receive you if we'd 
won. Then I got to thinking and decided that in some ways you'd need what 
I've got to offer even more now that we lost and you're feeling 
disappointed." 

"Absolutely crushed is more like it," he said as he began removing his coat. 

"I know how you must feel. When Todd started that last drive I couldn't take 
it anymore." 

"You didn't stay 'till the end?" he asked as he began briskly removing his 
clothes. 

"No. I was walking in the parking lot toward my car when I heard the loud 
cheers coming from the Todd side of the field. I knew what had happened. I 
thought for a second about turning on the radio when I got inside the car, 
but I didn't. I figured, why bother? I was sure I knew how it had come out." 

"You did. Then they intercepted a pass and put over one more before it 
ended. Not that it really made any difference. It's just that it made the 
wound cut a little deeper." 

"My poor baby. You need what I've got to offer right now." 

"Oh, yeah. I always need that. Whether I'm feeling real good or real bad, I 
need you." 

By then he had already worked down to his shorts, which he tugged resolutely 
down on until they were off of him. He reached down and restlessly began to 
manipulate his fingers up and down against the firm length of his 
lust-bloated member. 

"For the moment I'm damned well gonna forget about that lousy football game 
and turn my attention to something else," he said. 

"Come and get me, tiger," she exclaimed, parting her legs and enticing him 
as she reached down with her fingers and let them slide tantalizingly 
against her vagina. 

"Oh, yes, I want it," he gulped. 

The rugged football coach threw his large body down on top of the bed and 
immediately reached down with both hands, letting his fingers curl tightly 
as they grabbed hold of the firm warmth of the young blonde's shapely white 
ass globes. 

"Oh, the Duke is in charge," she gasped, wiggling her buttocks provocatively 
while his fingers tightly squeezed her flesh. 

"Yes, I am, and I'm gonna get one hell of a good fuck," he declared, staring 
at her lustfully. 

"I'm yours, darling, I'm yours," she sighed. 

The shrewd Nancy knew just how important it was for the football coach to 
let off some steam in the wake of the most disappointing loss of his entire 
career. She was happy to see that he was still able to respond to her that 
quickly, and with a sense of total commitment. 

His fingers clutched tightly against her asscheeks for a few moments longer. 
When he released them from her shapely ass globes Nancy knew instinctively 
what Duke wanted. 

She turned her body around and got down on all fours, and immediately she 
began to teasingly glide her provocatively swaying buttocks back and forth 
while Duke watched, his hard cock feeling the waves of swirling pleasure. 

"This is gonna be a fuck," he declared. 

Once more his fingers reached down and registered with crisp decisiveness 
against the warmth of her shapely buttocks. As he held on tightly he shoved 
his rock hard manmeat forward, slipping his devastating spear into the 
ravaged tightness of her anal passage as her body corkscrewed in dramatic 
response to his plunging forward movements. 

"Oh, what an ass," he gulped. "Do I ever love plunging my prick inside it. 
This feels so good." 

This was the type of savage penetration that at one. time had made Nancy 
feel that she was going to die, and that his steaming cock was going to 
literally tear her up. But by now she had grown accustomed to his spearing 
thrusts, even though he still made her wince on occasion, such as the 
present moment, when he would grind his tool into her with a certain level 
of savage lust. 

His hands slapped against the ripe folds of her twisting ass flesh as the 
steaming pole of Duke Story kept driving in and out, slamming into the 
searing tightness of her asshole as he drove himself ever closer to the 
state of climax. 

He was so intensely aroused that he knew he would not be maintaining his 
present pace for very long before he would unload his stirring juices into 
her asshole. 

Duke's thrusting tool kept finding the mark time and again, and every now 
and then he would let out a gasp of sublime enjoyment over the sensations 
that were surging through his cock and balls as he pressed inevitably 
forward to the moment of climax. 

A few strokes later he could feel the tugging sensations in his restless 
testicles, and he knew that the inevitable moment of climax was at hand. 

Duke let out a loud sigh as the spurting drops of his thick white cock fluid 
thundered voluminously from the searing tip of his electrified cock and into 
Nancy's asshole ^ "OOOOOOHHHHHHHH, WHAT A FUCK!" he exclaimed as he watched 
the final few drops of hot semen spill from the end of his torrid cock and 
into the tightly spasming anus of his lover. 

Now that the sex had concluded, Duke immediately poured both himself and 
Nancy a drink. 

"I'll tell you what lost that damned game," he snarled. "Three things. Three 
lousy things!" 

"I thought you didn't wanna talk about it, honey." 

"I didn't before, but now I've gotta get it off my chest." 

"Then if it'd make you feel better, go ahead." 

"We didn't have the breakaway man we needed to put the game away, but thanks 
to you I figure we've got Lester Norman coming next year to take care of 
that." 

"No doubt about it. I was on the phone checking up on his last week just to 
keep tabs. He told me he'll be here." 

"Fine. And we didn't have the quarterback to take charge of the offense and 
hit the open man when we could have put the game out of reach." 

"Right. And we've got Sean O'Halloran coming, darling. He'll take care of 
that." 

"Things have been coming along well with him?" 

"Oh, yes. Ever since gorgeous little Liz' trip there he's been all sweetness 
and light. Todd doesn't have anything to match her." 

"That's great." 

"I talked to him a few days ago. I naturally had Liz in the office at the 
time and just happened to put her on the line to say a few words to him." 

"So what did he say?" 

"He's absolutely flipped over Liz. I told her to play her cards right and 
maybe she'll marry a rich and famous athlete in a few years, if that's what 
she thinks she wants." 

"Good. That sounds great. We can pass them silly next year if we get Sean 
and run them silly with Lester. It's all shaping up real well. But there was 
one other damned reason why we blew that game today." 

"What was that?" 

"We needed two more big guys in the trenches. Take charge guys. I didn't 
really realize how weak we were there, especially down the stretch when the 
whole damned game is on the line, until the end, when we needed a damned 
good pass rush but couldn't get it. We get the right guys to plug the holes 
and I figure we're not only ready to whip Todd's ass, but to contend for the 
national championship." 

"Got something in mind?" 

"I sure do, and you figure in the plans." 

"Don't I always?" she laughed. 

Duke Story nodded, taking a long sip from his whiskey. 

CHAPTER NINE 

Even though Liz Moreno wearied of meeting anymore athletes, when both Coach 
Story and Nancy Spencer revealed the tremendous importance of her next 
assignment, she once again felt herself powerless to say no. 

This time there were two objects of Duke Story's fancy, and the young 
bruisers, both in their final year of high school, were twins. 

The young behemoths, both of which stood 6-5 and weighed in the vicinity 
of260 pounds, attended a high school not far from Boise, Idaho, and were 
being touted throughout the Northwest United States as the new Paul Bunyans. 
They had tremendously impressed both on football playing fields and with 
their speed, strength and agility. In addition the brothers, Ed and Stu 
Cooper, were formidable power lifters who had won some leading national 
competitions against formidable weightlifters who were much more experienced 
and older than the Cooper brothers, who would not turn eighteen until that 
summer. They worked as lumberjacks in the summer, and had just finished 
their senior seasons on the gridiron by making All-American teams throughout 
the country, and by securing places on every note-worthy list which analyzed 
top college football prospects. 

Nancy Spencer had talked to the brothers a good deal in advance, making a 
number of phone calls to Idaho. Coach Story as well as Coach Graham had both 
done their best to entice the young men to visit the school but, much to 
their consternation, both Ed and Stu Cooper told them the same thing. They 
were young men who liked the simple life, they wanted nothing more than to 
make a decent living working in the woods and living in cabins, and saw no 
reason to go away to college. They indicated that they had no desire to 
attend college at all. 

Coach Story had been turned down so many times that he, along with the 
college recruiters from the other major gridiron powers, had given up on the 
two gigantic, stubbornly-willed twin brothers. 

Duke then had a fresh change of heart in the immediate wake of the 
tragically disappointing loss to Todd. He recognized how badly he needed two 
rugged defensive linemen, and decided that it would be a colossal waste of 
natural resources for Ed and Stu Cooper not to be performing on the gridiron 
for a major college team. 

He decided to put Nancy to work on the telephone, where she would attempt to 
sweet talk the brothers in- to seeing her. She not only volunteered to fly 
to Idaho to meet them. She even promised to bring along "as cute a brunette" 
as they could ever hope to meet, a stunning young woman named Liz Moreno. 

The pitch worked well enough for the brothers to agree to meet the girls, 
even though they warned Nancy not to expect them to change their minds. 

The girls met the young men at the airport in Boise and they immediately 
drove them to a cabin in the wilderness that, they explained, belonged to a 
lumberjack friend who was visiting relatives in Nevada for the next few 
weeks. The only way to tell the two men apart was by the fact that Ed had a 
small scar running up and down for a few inches on the left side of his 
face, while Stu did not. Other than that they looked identical, with thick 
shocks of blonde hair and cheery, apple-cheeked faces. Their eyes were blue 
and seemed to sparkle from the moment they met the two women. 

The Cooper brothers and the two women had undressed in silence, and Liz had 
become fearful upon seeing just how large the two Paul Bunyan types were 
when they eased out of their clothes, with their mammoth, barrel chests, 
their broad shoulders, their tree trunk arms and, last but far from least, 
their huge, erect cocks. 

"You mentioned something about you two going at it," Ed grinned after the 
girls had finished stripping, looking at Nancy. "Stu and I have always 
wanted to watch two girls make it." 

"You bet we have," Stu nodded emphatically. "No time like the present for 
you to go at it." 

The two men stood next to the bed, watching intently, as Nancy positioned 
herself next to Liz on the bed. Liz was embarrassed to take the lead, which 
was all right with Nancy, in that the older woman was more than happy to 
take charge. 

For the next few minutes Nancy dazzled the beautiful olive-skinned girl with 
her skilled tongue mechanics, driving her thrusting, pulsating red tongue 
dartingly over her aroused lover's breasts and nipples, then finally 
bringing it to bear on the quivering brown thighs of Liz as the-younger 
woman gasped and sighed, thoroughly enjoying the captivating attention she 
was receiving. 

If this was all she had to do during the evening, Liz thought, then there 
was nothing for her to fear. She would just as soon pass up sex with these 
two gigantic men. Maybe they were voyeurs and could be satisfied by watching 
the two beautiful women in the act of torrid lovemaking. On top of that, she 
had to admit to herself that Nancy had never been in better form, her 
spirited tongue alternating between swift and medium speeds as she sent 
sparks flying throughout Liz' entire body. 

Nancy worked her tongue up and down against Liz's thighs for several more 
intense minutes. She then sent her swirling tongue to work between the 
Chicano's outstretched legs as she let her tongue plunge with resolute 
desire against the sodden pinkness of her vulnerably exposed pussy. 

Back and forth her darting tongue probed as she found the mark, and 
occasionally she would let it scrape with tantalizing sensitivity against 
the budding node of the younger woman's electrified clitoris as Liz' entire 
body rocked in a state of raging sensual excitement. 

While the spirited tongue of Nancy propelled Liz inexorably toward a state 
of surging climax, the two men were standing next to the bed running their 
fingers with increasing urgency up and down against the bulging length of 
their captivated cocks. 

Finally there was no way for Liz to hold back the searing waves of passion 
any longer, the waves that demanded release in the form of a stirring 
orgasm. 

The splashing drops of fluid exploded from her pussy as her body rocked back 
and forth and her seething buttocks wiggled. The men were more aroused than 
ever as they watched Nancy's attentive tongue capture every drop of pussy 
fluid that streamed from the young, beautiful brunette's electrified nest. 

"Go get it, Nancy," Stu called out. "Suck all the juice out of her cunt." 

"Go to it," an excited Ed called out. "Oh, damned, it's really something to 
watch you two go at it." 

Nancy's hotly slurping tongue drained the last few drops of vagina fluid 
from the young woman's organ, after which she looked up at the two young men 
and winked lewdly. 

"Come on, boys," she called out. "I'm ready to take the two of you on right 
now." 

The two young men excitedly plopped themselves down in the bed, almost 
breaking it by landing simultaneously. 

Liz watched the action as she lay sprawled out on the bed, observing her 
uninhibited friend Nancy in action as she took turns running her tongue 
vigorously against first the cock of one young man, then the other, until 
they had become trembling hulks of aroused humanity, begging for release. 

Just about the time that Liz Moreno was convinced that she was ready to 
swallow the juice of both men, and at a point at which they had been worked 
to fever level pitches, Nancy abruptly halted her activities and gestured in 
the direction of Liz. 

"I've warmed you up," she grinned. "Now you can take her on, men, the 
innocent little beauty." 

"Damned, I can hardly wait," Ed grunted. 

Liz did not even have an opportunity to brace herself before the impending 
storm was already under way. Ed jumped on top of her and immediately slid 
his hard cock inside her vagina, threatening to tear her pussy open with his 
awesome size. 

"Oh, damned, I've never felt anything this fucking tight in my whole life," 
Ed exclaimed. 

"I'll just bet," Stu grinned. 

While Ed continued savagely humping Liz' pussy, Stu watched with fascination 
as he observed Liz' busy buttocks swinging back and forth with salacious 
ecstasy. Yes, this man was hurting her somewhat with the brute, gigantic 
force of his searing cock, which he plunged with tremendous desire, but yet 
there was something daring and exciting about the whole thing, and even 
though there was a certain amount of pain involved in receiving the searing 
jolts, she also could not help but feel waves of delightful sensation as 
well. 

Stu finally reached out and began probing with the first two fingers of his 
right hand against her anal passage, causing the brunette to wince and cry 
out with pain. 

. 

_z "Ouch, that really hurts," she complained. Stop it. 

"Damned but I think I've found me a virgin ass," Stu chuckled. 

This time he plunged his fingers in deeper, causing her whole body to 
tighten as she let out another howl. 

"Stop it, stop that,'" she shrieked. "You're really hurting me." 

Stu remained oblivious to her protests as he flung his fingers inside her 
asshole one more time. On this occasion he prolonged his finger efforts by 
letting his surging fingers corkscrew against her asshole, which caused her 
asscheeks to twist and turn as they reacted to what was happening. 

"No, no more, you're really hurting me," she shrieked. 

All the while, as his twin brother fascinated himself probing with his 
fingers inside Liz Moreno's asshole, Ed Cooper continued driving his soaring 
cock into the tightness of the young woman's hotly spasming pussy as he 
pushed himself ever closer to climax. 

As Ed found himself roaring ever nearer to the moment of climax, Stu was 
just beginning to get involved in the action. He finally decided that he had 
amused himself enough with finger activity, and now he would push his long, 
sturdy cock into action. 

Ed stroked the firm length of his rangy cock several times, then shoved it 
forward while his fingers reached out and clutched tightly against the young 
woman's firm asscheeks. 

He made his first sharp, penetrating contact in the tightness of the young 
woman's anal passage, which had never previously been entered in such a 
fashion, prompting her to cry out in terror as a sharp, jolting pain 
surfaced in her anal region. 

"OOOOO OOOHHHHHHH, STOP, BASTARD, SADISTIC BASTARD!" she sobbed as salty 
tears of painful desperation rolled uncontrollably down both sides of her 
face. 

The young woman had been totally jarred by the shock of the experience, and 
her whole body twisted and shook from the shock waves he had sent reeling 
within her. 

"Yep, this is virgin ass all right," Stu chuckled. 

He withdrew his cock momentarily, then rammed it forward once more, letting 
it plunge its way with sodomistic ravishment against the tightness of her 
pained anus as she shrieked once more and more tears rolled down both sides 
of her face. 

The two-pronged attack continued unabated as the young woman received the 
jolting stabs of pain in her ass from the pummeling stabs of Stu's forceful 
cock. 

All the while, Ed's stirring organ kept making decisive contact with her 
vagina as the men marched toward orgasms. 

"What a pussy, what a great cunt," Ed exclaimed. 

The harder that Stu rode her, the louder and more forceful that the young 
woman's protests became, but they were all to no avail and she soon realized 
that no matter what she called him, or how desperate she was for him to 
cease his actions, that he would not do so until he was ready, probably not 
until the moment in time at which the juices had exploded from his cock. 

Finally she became oblivious to the savage .penetration, and at one point, 
incomprehensibly to her, she actually found herself enjoying the experience, 
pain and all, as her asscheeks spiritedly wiggled and her ass felt waves of 
pleasure and pain simultaneously from the forceful stabs she kept receiving. 

At long last, with her head swimming in a dizzying sea of sensation, being 
ravaged by two hard cocks at once, she heard the loud gasps of the two men, 
gasps that emanated from them almost at the same instant, and then she felt 
the splashing drops of their thick white semen which splashed against her 
vagina and anus simultaneously. 

A few moments later, as she was just beginning to come out of the fog, her 
tender ass feeling pain from the pummeling she had received from Stu and her 
pussy sore from the thrusts Ed had directed into her orifice, she observed 
and listened to Nancy as she sat on the edge of the bed talking calmly to 
the two young giants. 

"There'll be a lot more where this came from if you guys decide to go to 
State University." 

she explained. "You'll have loads of fun and become celebrities at the same 
time. You guys will be invited to all kinds of parties and meet all kinds of 
fascinating young women." 

"How about the two of you?" Ed asked. 

"We'll definitely both be around," Nancy smiled. 

"Hey, Ed. This college thing ain't sounding like a bad idea at all," Stu 
grinned. 

Ed nodded. 

Nancy looked over at the reclining Liz and smiled. Things were looking 
brighter by the minute as far as the State University football program was 
concerned. 

Liz Moreno's major concern was whether she could hold up. 


THE END
