School Spirit by Seurat (FM school fantasy)

School Spirit by Seurat (dantedibby@aol.com)

This is a story that shows what school spirit could be all about. (FM, school, fantasy)

Author Note: If you enjoy something (like a story or a blowjob), let the person know or you may not get another. Of course, I like Seurat’s Blow Job Principle: If you like my stories, give me some oral sex. Okay, some feedback, other than SPAM, would be appreciated.

Jerry mentally checked to make sure he had put everything she’d asked for in the bag. Pads, shoes, pants, jersey, cup, and helmet. He’d even stuck a football infer good measure. Completing the checklist in his head, the college linebacker smoothed his coat, checked his breath, and rang the buzzer. As he pulled his hand away he realized his palms were sweaty.

Odette peeked through the spy-hole in the front door, looking out onto her front porch. There he stood, Anarcha State’s prime offensive player, looking decidedly uncomfortable. Although the lens warped her view of him, he still looked incredible. Over six feet of prime college meat, weighing in easily at the two hundred plus mark, and with a package that his cup normally hid prominently displayed. He would make a fine addition to her collection.

Jerry fidgeted, waiting for Odette. He’d met her the other day after practice, where she’d been taking pictures for some magazine. He’d been so dazzled by her black eyes and full lips, not to mention her incredible body, that he’d accepted her offer to pose in uniform before he realized it.

Her mouth was talking pictures, but her body was promising sex. Hot, kinky sex. Curfew dictated he be in by ten because of the big game this weekend at Lilith, and he’d had to sneak out. Even though Lilith was a small school, it was doing surprisingly well this season, and coach was really worked up about curfew rules. She better be worth it!

Odette opened the door, the hall light backlighting her curvaceous body. It was apparent to Jerry, because of her thin shirt, that she was wearing some king of teddy that tightly hugged her waist and hips. Her nipples were pushing against her shirt top, probably from the cold.

“Jerry? I’m so glad you could make it. C’mon in.”

Jerry’s mouth stopped working. To him she seemed to be sex personified; the way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she looked, all aroused him. Even her body odor, or perfume, he couldn’t be sure what it was, made him think of sex. His already semi-erect cock grew to full attention as he stepped inside.

“You can put your stuff down there. Would you like something to drink? A beer, perhaps?”

“Um, no thank you. Coach says no beer before a game. I gots to tell you, um, I’m not sure it’s a such a good thing to be here. Coach says we gots to be in bed by ten. ‘Cause of the game, y’know? Water would be great.”

“Your coach is right. I’ll be done with you long before then. We both know your team doesn’t have a chance without you. Did you bring all your equipment, like I asked?”

“Yeah, I snuck it out,” he grinned, “and as long as I get back in time, it’ll be okay.”

“Good.” She led him into a large studio, one evidently hastily set up.

“I’m sorry for the temporary look, but I’m only in town for a few days, then I’ll move on. You can change over there, if you would. I’ll be back in a minute.” Odette strolled out the door, Jerry watching her hips sway as she did.

His erection strained against his shorts. She was twenty-five, he guessed, twenty-eight on the outside guessing by her clothes, and still good looking. She looked like a screamer in bed. He quickly shucked his clothes and suited up, the number forty-seven emblazoned on the front and back of his jersey.

Odette returned with the water which Jerry downed in a single gulp. It tasted strange, but that would be because they were on well water out here, instead of on the city’s system. “I’d like to start with a few shots with your helmet off, if you don’t mind. Hold it under one arm, the football under the other.”

“Sure.” Jerry did as he was told. Odette started snapping pictures, the flashes momentarily blinding Jerry each time they went off. Each time his eyes refocused, it took a little longer, but when his vision came back he would notice she had changed her stance, thrusting hips out to one side or the other, bending over to reveal cleavage, or making kissing sounds as she complimented him. His erection strained against his cup, and he tried to hide it from her.

“Jerry, is something wrong? You have a pained look on your face.”

“It’s okay. Something just ain’t… sitting quite right. I’ll be okay.”

Odette was amazed. Maybe she underestimated him. He was capable of multisyllabic words!

She walked over to him, and looked up into his eyes. Her right hand quickly rose up from her side and grasped his cup. “In here?”

He moaned from the impact. “Yeah. In there.”

“Jerry, I want to show you something.” She took a step back, and undid her shirt. Underneath was a tight black satin corset which lifted and thrust out her ample breasts. Before the shirt hit the floor, she kicked off her shoes and was undoing her pants, revealing matching silk panties wet with her excitement. “You’re having the same effect on me. I’m going upstairs now, and if you’d like to join me I suggest you see how fast you can lose the pants and the cup.” She turned and quickly moved out of the room.

Jerry fell over while trying to take off his shoes, he was moving so fast. “Damn! Forgot to untie ‘em. Again. Coach was right.” As he pulled off the pants, a voice called down from upstairs.

“Just the pants, Jerry. I want the rest to remind me that you’re a football hero.”

“Even the helmet?”

“Especially the helmet.” She was a weird one, he thought. He pulled off the jockstrap, releasing his impressive erection. He’d done some weird things to get laid, but this topped them all. Putting his shoes and socks back on, though not in that order, he headed upstairs.

She was on her bed, in one of those ‘come over and fuck me’ poses Jerry had only seen in magazines. The room was well lit with black candles, yet dark from the almost black color of all the furnishings. It smelled of incense and of her sex.

“Very impressive. Yes, very impressive, Jerry. Why don’t you bring that piece of meat over here and show me what it’s for.” Jerry’s erection bounced as he walked across the room, pre-cum dripping from the tip. He was nearly bestial in his intent. As he reached the bed, she held out her hand to stop him. “Jerry? Do you want me?”

Stupid question! “God, yes!”

“Do you want your cock in me, thrusting in and out, until your back arches and your toes curl and you balls feel like they’re going to explode as you cum?” His head began to swim, as much from lust as from her vocabulary.

“YES!”

“Do you want to fuck me? To be me in me, completely?”

“YES! YES! YES!”

She licked her lips, and dipped her head demurely. “Then bring that horse-cock of yours over here, and slide it in, nice and slow.” He got on the bed, and her hands grasped his cock, pulling him in and directing him to her wet and engorged pussy. “That’s it. Nice and slow.”

Jerry eased his meat into her slow, just like she asked. More like how she ordered. Fucks for him were usually pretty quick; this one wouldn’t last long at all because of his excitement. Before he was all the way in he started pulling out; short thrusts because most women couldn’t take him all in one shot.

“God, you feel good Jerry. Stick it in me, all the way. I want you all the way.”

Her voice buzzed through his helmet as he thrust all the way in. It wouldn’t be long now. When he realized he was going to cum, Jerry started to pull out. Suddenly pussy clamped down hard in what he supposed was an orgasm.

“Wait. Don’t you want to cum inside me?”

“I just thought…”

“I like you inside me. Cum for me, inside.” It didn’t take any further urging on her part: Jerry exploded, shooting spurt after spurt deep inside.

When he was finished, he again started to pull out. “Stay right where you are, my little helmeted warrior. I’m not done with you yet. I said I wanted you inside me, and I meant until I was satisfied!” Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him back in, and she started grinding her clit into his pubic bone. Jerry’s cock, going limp after his orgasm, started to pull out on its own.

“No! I said I wanted you inside me, and inside me you will be! I want that dick hard!”

Jerry started getting dizzy again, his helmet squeezing his head so that it hurt. He could feel an erection growing again, this time painfully. “What’s going on? What are you…”

Odette squeezed her legs even tighter, drawing him even deeper, if that had been possible. Jerry felt even more lightheaded as he collapsed on the women underneath him as a second orgasm hit him, this one as painful as it was pleasurable. She didn’t seem to notice, or to care. Her hands grabbed his and pulled him even tighter inside. “I want all of you in me, now!”

Jerry’s entire body shuddered as he orgasmed again. This time, though, Odette orgasmed at the same time. Jerry felt his cock twitch as spurt after spurt shot into her. Jerry began to feel weak, but he kept cumming. He could feel his body being drained as he came again and again and again.

Her spell came to its end and Odette got up from the bed, the dildo in her hand dripping with her juices. Jerry had been fair. Definitely faster in bed than he’d been on the field. With a little practice though, he might satisfy her a little later.

She picked up a hand towel and wiped the dildo clean, then looked at it more closely. It was impressive, a real ten incher done in the colors of the local Anarcha college. She looked closely, the swirls almost forming a ‘forty-seven’. At this distance, it was obvious that the dildo’s helmet was actually a football helmet, covering a face in the agony of ecstasy.

Odette smiled, and placed the new dildo in the box that held her collection.

It looked like it was going to be another win for her Alma-Ata, Lilith State. She smiled, and went downstairs to develop the pictures. END