Football
By Fiddle28

   
    The story I am about to tell is true and happened almost 
forty years ago. I've wanted to tell this for a long time, 
but I never had the nerve until now. You see, forty years 
ago, anything remotely sexual was not to be discussed among 
the so called nice people. Now, as I watch the daytime talk 
shows, I find morals have changed and it seems now that no 
subject, no matter how kinky, is not only accepted, but hold 
an audience spellbound. I will change the names and location 
to protect the guilty and believe me there is enough guilt 
to go around. Some of the participants have gone on to that 
big orgy in the sky, but there will be some still around, 
that should they read this, will recognize themselves and 
say..."Those were the days."
    The central character in this tale is my twin sister 
Jan. She and I were born and grew up in a small Texas town 
where Friday Night Football was King. In Texas forty years 
ago, and still is for that matter, Friday Night Football in 
a small town was and is more important than the Super Bowl 
or the Olympics. These were our kids out there and from 
September until mid November, little else happened to cause 
our adrenalin to flow. Even a losing team was still the 
pride of the town and everyone had an interest with a 
relative on the team, or in the band or in the cheer leading 
section. In short the entire community was one big booster 
club.
    Jan married her high school sweetheart just after she 
and he had graduated from the University. He was there on an 
athletic scholarship and she was a music major. Rocky was 
what todays kids call the school jock. Shortly after their 
marriage, Rocky was hired as a High School Football coach in 
a small Texas town whose team had not won a game in three 
years. To say they were mediocre would be a compliment. They 
were just plain bad.
    Rocky went to work in earnest in an effort to rebuild 
the team and to give them a sense of pride and school 
spirit. Nothing worked. The kids were just plain lazy and 
had no interest in being winners. The previous coach had 
instilled the old bullshit adage into them with..it isn't 
whether you win or lose, but how you play the game. Anyone 
who believes this statement will surely be a loser.
    My sister Jan would attend ever practice session after 
school and sit in the bleachers and watch the Chinese fire 
drill on the field every weekday afternoon. Now, both Jan 
and I were a bit liberated sexually for that particular time 
in history and neither of us liked wearing panties. This was 
in the era of the mini skirts and we both loved wearing 
them.
    One afternoon after another miserable practice session, 
Rocky had to go back to the field house where there were two 
boys who had not yet finished showering and he overheard a 
conversation that at first shocked him, so he stood quietly 
and listened....Boy, did you see what I saw today? See it, 
how could I miss it? Damn that looks good....wouldn't you 
love to have some of that? The exchange went on and on until 
one of them said...Boy' old Coach is one lucky son of a 
bitch to have something like that to fuck. All the way home, 
Rocky kept going over and over what he had just heard and 
felt rather proud that his pretty little wife had attracted 
so much attention.
    At practice next day it was the same as usual. Dropped 
passes, missed blocks, etc. He kept hearing the kids 
shouting to one another...PT, PT. What the hell kind of a 
signal was this? Each time the word PT was shouted you could 
bet the next play would be a disaster. Finally, Rocky 
noticed that the kids seemed to be paying more attention to 
the stands than to what was happening on the field....so, he 
turned to see his sweet little wife, sans panties, legs 
spread, sipping a coke and smiling.
    Jesus Christ, no wonder these kids can't concentrate on 
this game with something like that staring at them from the 
stands. He figured out that PT meant Pussy Time and all the 
boys knew that the show was on.
    On the way home that afternoon, Rocky ate Jans' ass out 
good. "Damn it Babe, I'll never whip this team into shape, 
with you sitting up there flashing bare cunt while I try to 
teach them this game. They are bad enough already without 
you adding to my problems. From now on, you keep your sweet 
ass at home on practice days."
    So for the next week Jan stayed away. Her staying away 
only seemed to make the team play worse. Several of the boys 
began asking....Coach, what happened to your wife? Why 
doesn't she watch us practice any more?
    That Friday night they lost another game to the second 
worst team in the District by a score of forty to nothing.
    That weekend Rocky got to thinking of a way out of his 
dilemma. Maybe, just maybe, he could use this situation to 
his advantage. Sunday night, as he and Jan were fucking, it 
hit him.....why hadn't he thought of this before. Here was 
the perfect answer to his problem! He began to explain his 
game plan to my sister, by telling her the boys had been 
missing her at the practice sessions and he had a plan for 
her to start attending again and with her help he just might 
turn this team around. Wear your shortest mini skirt and put 
on a show at Monday practice. Naturally Jan was agreeable to 
this as she and I were both exhibitionist. We knew we had 
great bodies and we weren't afraid to show them.
    So Monday practice it was back to the same routine. Jan 
in the stands sipping a coke, legs spread and boys falling 
all over themselves trying for a better look. When practice 
ended that day, Rocky asked the team to stay a few minutes 
late as he had an announcement to make. A murmur went 
through the crowd as Rocky walked over and locked the field 
house door.
    OK boys, sit down and listen. You are the worst group of 
so called football players it has ever been my misfortune to 
meet. Not one of you knows the first fucking thing about how 
this game is played, but that is going to change starting 
right now. I know what PT means now and I know you little 
bastards have been out there spending more time looking up 
my wifes dress than you have been trying to learn the 
fundamentals of this game. All that changes today. Let me 
tell you here and now that the pussy you've been looking at 
is just as good as it looks. I ought to know, I fucked it 
for an hour just last night! Now, the room was quiet, not a 
sound except for hard breathing as they hung on every word.
Men, and I do call you men. Some of that pussy can be in 
your future, if you give me your undivided attention and 
learn what I can teach you. That Pussy is your pot at then 
end of the rainbow. I'll make it simple....WIN A GAME AND 
FUCK THE COACHES WIFE....keep on losing and all you will 
ever get is a look! Deathly quiet. Finally a kid stood up 
and asked. "Coach, do you mean to say, if we start winning, 
we can fuck your wife?" That's right...one win, one fuck, 
two wins two fucks. Lose and you don't even get a smell of 
it. Rocky laid out the game plan. Win a game on Friday night 
and Saturday from noon till six PM would be party time with 
hot dogs, hamburgers, soft drinks and PUSSY at Coaches 
house.
    Driving home that day, Rocky explained to Jan the offer 
he had made to the team and of course, Jan was thrilled. 
"Should I stay home now so they can concentrate?" Hell no, 
you be there every day showing them what they are fighting 
for.
    Tuesday practice showed a transformation in the way they 
approached the game. This didn't look like the same team 
that was here yesterday. I mean these kids worked their 
asses off and even asked if they could stay and practice an 
extra hour. Jan sat in the stands as usual, but now kept her 
legs together and just smiled sweetly as the boys would 
sneak glances. No more calls of PT. This situation had gone 
from a so what,attitude to one of dead seriousness. These 
kids had an attitude adjustment that was not to be believed. 
Long after dark these boys were still working, running, 
yelling at one another, each one urging the others to play 
better, play smarter, give it all we've got.....Remember 
Saturday Afternoon! became the battle cry and soon this was 
shortened to P T. With each play one could hear the voices P 
T, go man go!
    After the long week of work the Friday night game 
finally arrived and the crowd was supportive as usual, but 
not enthusiastic....until the second half. The team was 
trailing the opposing team by only three points at the half. 
This was the closest the score had been in years. In the 
locker room at half time, the kids were in a frenzy. Rocky 
stayed out of the locker room purposely until just two 
minutes before time to return to the field. He walked into 
the room and it became silent. "Well Men, it's up to you. 
Looks like I may be the only one getting some of that sweet 
pussy this weekend." He turned and left.
    The second half started with a fumble on the kick off 
and the opposing team dashed for an easy touchdown. Ten 
points behind. At this point, Rocky was sitting on the bench 
and seemed very unconcerned. In just a few days, he'd taught 
them the finer points of the game and now it was up to them. 
Then came the battle cry...P T....P T....P T. The crowd took 
up the chant not even knowing what the letters meant. 
Someone suggested that it must mean Play Tough. The game 
ended with them still behind by one touchdown, but even at 
that this was their best showing in years. The crowd had 
gotten into the game as never before and these boys had 
proven that they in fact, could be a winning team. The 
locker room was quiet as Rocky walked in. "Close Men, but no 
PT this time." We'll start in again Monday and see if you 
are ready for last years district champs who will be here 
next Friday."....and by the way, you might like to see what 
I'll be having and you will be missing tomorrow afternoon, 
and with that he opened the locker room door and Jan stepped 
inside wearing an overcoat. Again dead silence as she opened 
the coat to reveal, high heels, hose, garter belt and no 
panties and no bra. She gave them only a flash of a few 
seconds and was gone. Rocky smiled and followed her out. 
This was working just as he thought it might.
    Monday practice was better than any held last week even 
though it was raining cats and dogs. The team did not 
usually practice in bad weather, but this time it was 
different. Those kids would have practiced in a cyclone. 
Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday were great workouts and now 
this team was working together as a team and all thinking 
and acting as one mind. These boys were READY.
    I won't go into a long detailed account of the game 
except to say our team won by twenty points over the same 
team that had beaten us by fifty two to nothing just a year 
ago. Pandemonium broke out in the stands and it was a night 
to be remembered in that small Texas town. People still talk 
about it today. The miracle team, they were called. Little 
did the people know that it was all due to my sisters Pussy 
Power. I sat with her in the stands that night and with each 
touchdown she would hold my hand and tremble and get more 
excited. During the final few plays I whispered to 
her....Looks like you are going to get a workout tomorrow. 
Jan just smiled and nodded a yes, and whispered...I wish it 
were tonight, my Cunt is dripping wet right now. I knew the 
feeling as mine was also very wet and throbbing just 
thinking of what was in store for her on Saturday. At this 
point and time I had not married, but did date a lot; 
although I wasn't serious just yet. Mr. right just hadn't 
come along yet, but did come along a year later and I spent 
38 wonderful years with him and he gave me three beautiful 
children. He passed away several months ago, but this isn't 
about me, but my sister Jan.
    Dawn came to Texas early the following morning and every 
last boy was wide awake and ready for his promised treat 
that afternoon. The town was still buzzing from the previous 
night and the kids were really enjoying the adoring 
attention they were getting. It had been a long time since 
anyone in this town had been able to sit and replay a game 
and gloat. The team was ecstatic, not only from the win, but 
more so from their bonus that was in store that afternoon. 
The morning was spent at the malt shop. A few nursed bumps 
and bruises, but at this point, who could feel anything 
other than pride in their ability and a horny cock that was 
pressing to get loose and ravage the Coaches wife.
    Noon came and the team adjourned to the Coaches house. 
Rocky had been out early laying in the supplies for the cook 
out and Jan had spent the morning arranging everything just 
right for her cumming out party. She took a long leisurely 
hot bath and a nice douche and put plenty of powder and 
sweet perfume in all the right places. She was ready to 
receive by eleven and told me that the hour between eleven 
and twelve that day was the longest hour in her life. After 
all it isn't every day that a lady can expect twenty five 
horny young studs to appear all at one time. She put on a 
thin, see through, lace gown and high heels, crotchless 
panties and a cut out bra that made her 36 D tits look like 
46 EE's. To make a sexy story short, she was ready for her 
first Gang Fuck. Now, she and I both knew our way around a 
hard cock and neither of us had been stingy with our pussy, 
but this was a first for her. I'd had a threesome once, but 
a Gang like this was something neither of us could even 
imagine.
    The kids arrived in groups of four and five until 
everyone was accounted for. When the last boy entered, Rocky 
locked the front door. Jan stood by the front door and 
greeted each boy with a long passionate kiss with miles of 
hot tongue in each mouth and a whisper in each ear...."I'm 
excited that you are going to FUCK ME today." Naturally the 
kids were nervous. For some of them this would be their 
first encounter with a female. Some of the older boys had 
girlfriends and had some limited experience with pussy, but 
for the majority this was the day they would lose their 
virginity. Rocky had them all sit quietly while he swore 
them to secrecy. One word of this gets out....and the deal 
is off. This can last for as long as you are in school, but 
one rat fink can ruin it for everybody. The boys agreed that 
the one who squealed would regret it for a lifetime. No one 
wanted the wrath of his fellow team mates and as far as we 
know, no one has ever breathed a word. After all, what kid 
in his right mind would want to ruin his chances of fucking 
a beautiful woman several times a year and get his butt 
kicked to boot. Mum was the word. Only the participants and 
I ever knew this story that I am now telling you. Some of 
the players are now dead as well as my sister and Rocky. 
After three winning seasons, Rocky was offered a coaching 
job at a Junior College and two years later was head Coach 
at a major University. He always laughed and gave credit to 
Jans Pussy Power for his phenomenal success.
    Now, for the first of many Saturday afternoon victory 
parties. It would take much too long to tell the gory 
details of each and every one of the participants. Lets just 
say that a good time was had by all and I will hit only the 
high spots. Of the twenty five, there were three fifteen 
year olds, twelve sixteen year olds, seven seventeen and 
three eighteen. Two of the kids were Mexican, four were 
Black and the rest white. This group included not only the 
players, but also the fifteen year old water boy whose 
descriptive term has now been elevated to equipment manager, 
but back then it was water boy, pure and simple. For the 
younger boys, this was their very first introduction into 
the world of sex and several of them had noble intentions, 
but their horny was too much and as my sister told me, they 
shot off before ever getting even close to the treat they 
had worked so hard for. Most men who read this will relate 
to what I am saying. I think most young men lose their first 
few cums into thin air just thinking of what was about to 
happen. In the room that first day there were many OH Shits' 
heard as the boys stood in line waiting their payday for a 
job well done.
    It began like this. After Rocky locked the door and 
explained the rules, the boys drew numbers from a football 
helmet. Jan retired into the bedroom and closed the door. 
Then one by one the boys would enter the room according to 
their luck of the draw. Rocky assured them that there was no 
need to worry that they might have picked a high number, as 
there was enough pussy in that room for a group twice this 
size. The first few were quick on the trigger and within the 
first half hour more than half had cum and went so to speak. 
The other gentlemen in waiting passed the time by asking 
Rocky every sexual question they could think of and that 
group of youngsters experienced their rite of passage from 
boyhood to manhood in a few short hours. As each kid would 
exit, the group would pounce on him with questions of..."How 
was it?, did you cum much? Did you make her Cum? Is it 
tight? Did she suck it?" Rocky sat back and just listened to 
the glowing terms offered by each boy who heaped praises on 
my sister. Number sixteen was the water boy, named Jeff. 
Remember this kid was only fifteen and when he entered, the 
group outside heard Jan gasp....My God, is that thing real. 
For the next few minutes the kids stuck close to the door 
listening as my sister started to moan and beg...Don't cum, 
yet, not yet, please not yet. It was obvious that this kid 
had hit her ON button and she was really enjoying his 
monster cock. A few minutes later it was quiet and a minute 
later Jeff walked back into the room with a smile from ear 
to ear. More questions now to Jeff who enjoyed the 
attention. The rest were average fuckers as Jan only 
remembers one who stood out from the rest. He was the very 
last. The kids called him Moose. Moose was a big kid of 
seventeen and big for his age. He stood six two and weighed 
in at a hundred and eighty. Jan told me that the minute 
Moose dropped his shorts, she knew she was in for a treat. 
Moose sported an eleven incher that was already beginning to 
get hard and it looked more like a beer bottle than a penis. 
Moose knew he had more cock than most women could take and 
was very gentle in his approach. Jan complimented him on the 
size and he was quite shy and although he knew he had more 
cock than most boys, he was not at all pushy. The boys 
outside knew what Moose had, having seen it in the shower so 
many times and each sat and waited for Moose to have his 
fun. I'll bet she can't take it all? God, I wish we could 
watch them....Inside, Jan had relaxed and was laying still 
on the bed, legs splayed and cunt dripping with her juices 
mixed with the cum of several of her previous visitors. She 
started to take a towel and wipe her pussy clean, but Moose 
stopped her with...Leave it like it is. We may need all the 
lubricant we can get. With that he mounted her and eased the 
head of his cock into her throbbing cunt. The head of his 
cock felt and looked like a tennis ball. She took the first
four, then five inches with no trouble at all. Moose was 
very gentle as he allowed her to position herself as he 
eased that monster into her. After all, he wanted to feel 
that wonderful excitement of his big balls slapping her ass. 
Should he hurt her or move too fast, she might push him away 
or cry out. After ten minutes of patient entry he had all 
but the final two inches embedded in my sister. This is when 
Jan made her first mistake by saying, I think I'm ready to 
take it all Moose. Moose then reached down and pulled both 
her legs up and bent them back over her shoulders with his 
two arms holding her bent legs in position. The next thing 
the boys outside heard was a scream. Everybody including 
Rocky froze.
    As my sister lay under this heaving body she had 
whispered to Moose....Give me all you've got and with no 
warning at all that pile driving ass had shoved that 
baseball bat of a cock to the limit. His pelvic bone 
massaged her throbbing clit and a big set of heavy balls 
bounced on her ass. Fortunately for her, Moose shot off 
immediately and she said it felt like a balloon full of hot 
liquid had exploded in her belly. This is what brought on 
the scream. Jan had reached her climax at the same exact 
time and had now reached down to hold Moose by the cheeks of 
his ass and forced him to remain deep inside her. She said 
as Moose softened and began to slip out, it felt like a 
never ending rope. The bed was awash with not only her cum 
and Moose cum, but with several other loads that had been 
left there by the other boys. Moose was apologetic and as he 
stood up with that big dick swinging like a pendulum, he 
said, "I sure hope I didn't hurt you Miss Jan." This gentle 
giant of a boy knew he had more cock than most and told Jan 
that she was the first to ever ask for and get it ALL. He 
said, he had a girlfriend who could take less than half of 
it and much preferred to jack him off. While this kept him 
satisfied most of the time, he missed the joy of complete 
penetration.
    The party ended at four PM that day, but this was only 
the first of many to come.
    "Coach, what happens when the season is over and we 
don't have any more games to win? The boys sat still and 
quiet as Rocky took the floor. Well, let me see....we have 
four more games this year not counting if we make the play 
offs. For each game you win out of the next four, you get a 
bonus fuck. Two for one. You get nothing for the ones we 
lose. That means eight parties between now and next 
September if you win them all. I'll even throw in an extra 
party for each game you hold the other team scoreless.
    What if we win District Coach?.....or even State? Well, 
I doubt we will get that far, but...win district and we'll 
have five bonus parties. Let me think about State. Rocky 
knew full well that there was no way he could keep this 
momentum going all the way to State, but what the Hell, it 
didn't hurt to make a promise he would never have to keep.
    As each kid left that day Jan again stood by the door 
and as she kissed each one with that long tongue of hers she 
reached down to take each cock in her hand to give it a 
squeeze and whispered....See you next week?
    You guessed it, those kids did the impossible and won 
all four remaining games without being scored on even once. 
The town was wild with excitement and little else was talked 
about for miles around. When the fans would ask one of the 
players what had happened to turn a losing team into a 
Champion team in only a matter of days. The stock answer 
was...."None of the other Coaches ever explained the game to 
us like Coach Rocky." Lots of knowing smiles, but not one 
betrayal. They did indeed win District and had built up a 
nice number of, I O U some Pussy, markers. Jan was beside 
herself with the thought of Gang Fucks all winter and 
Spring.
    This is where I enter the picture. The boys had been 
asking Rocky for days now....What if we win State?...Jan 
called and asked me to come over one evening and help them 
think of something special as a reward for being a State 
Champion in their division. I sat spellbound listening to 
their accounts of the parties that had happened so far. Jan 
had kept me informed all along, but hearing it all again had 
my Cunt on fire. Just adding additional parties was 
incentive enough, but they had put in so many bonus deals, 
they were running out of Saturdays. Suddenly the thought hit 
me and I blurted it out without even thinking. I heard 
myself say....Why not double their pleasure, double their 
fun! Jan and Rocky looked at me wide eyed......You mean 
you'd donate your pussy to the good of the team? Sure, why 
not. After all we look alike, we are built alike and like it 
or not....we are both nymphomaniacs. So it was decided then 
and there, that if this formally fucked up, undisciplined 
horny little Farts could win State, then I could make the 
supreme sacrifice and pitch in and help.
    By now the whole town it seemed was turning out for 
practice sessions. Talk about School Spirit, this little 
town had never seen anything like it.
    The following day at practice, before they took the 
field Rocky called them together in the locker 
room.....You've been wondering and asking what sort of party 
we might have if we go all the way. Well, in a few minutes 
we will be on the practice field...and if you look up into 
the stands....you will see something worth fighting for.
    Jan and I were sitting side by side about half way up 
the bleachers. We wore matching mini skirts and of course no 
panties. We had to be careful now as the crowd was all 
around us. The Mayors wife was sitting to my left and the 
Ministers wife sat beside Jan. At the precise moment we 
heard the signal. Rocky shouted P T! With that Jan and I 
spread wide, the cool evening air felt cold to our wet slits 
and the team heads turned as if they were all connected to 
the same spine. Four seconds later all you could hear was 
the team chanting State, State, State. The crowd of fans 
joined in and pretty soon the stadium was in an uproar.
    Jan and I closed our legs before anyone could turn to 
see what the boys were looking at. We both smiled sweetly 
and gave a thumbs up sign.
    Did the guys win State? Silly question. How about fifty 
three to six? Did we pay the debt? Another silly question. 
Of course we did and I became a part of the Saturday parties 
for the next three years. I got married during that period, 
but my husband never guessed that my weekly visits to see my 
sister was anything more than sisterly love. He died not 
knowing that I once helped put a record breaking team on the 
field.
    When Rocky moved up into the Junior College ranks 
several of the boys went with him as they graduated and he 
had winning teams for many years. Jan got pregnant the last 
year they were in the High School arena and to this day we 
all wonder if it was Rockys' or one of the boys It came out 
pure pink, so it wasn't one of the Blacks for sure. She had 
two more in succession and while she would entertain some of 
the old team from time to time as they came by to 
visit....the pure Gang Bangs were only a very pleasant 
memory.
    As I sit here telling this wonderfully exciting chapter 
of my past, I can hear the words of my sister just before my 
first participation......"LOOK OUT FOR MOOSE!"

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