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Fantasy Football

By: TexacoKitten



"WE WON! HOLY SHIT WE WON!"

Nila was caught under the shower of champagne that was being sprayed in her direction. The Giants had just defeated the Patriots in one of the biggest upsets in Super Bowl history. Several of the guys at the party were jumping up and down, and these were big guys. Nila was afraid they'd break the floor. In the meantime, she wiped the champagne from her eyes, her Shockey jersey already drying up. Luckily, she hadn't gotten the full on spray of the champagne. 

Nila looked like a tomboy compared to how the other girls at the armed forces club looked, in her dragon cargo pants, her Giants jersey, and her Giants camoflague hat covering her shoulder-length, chocolate brown hair. She wasn't in full on war-paint, like she did for Yankees games, but Nila's blue eyes were accented by the dark and sky blue eye shadow she had on for the occasion. But underneath the slightly baggy clothing, her body was quite toned from years of sports, martial arts, and recently, Krav Maga. 

Suddenly, Nila was grabbed by one of the wounded Marines and spun around, her feet lifted off the floor. Nila started laughing, and she was finally put down, seeing who had picked her up. It was Leo, one of the guys who, like her, had been very animated during the game. 

"This is the happiest day of my life," he said, starting to break out into tears. 

"Please don't cry. You cry, I am going to have to hug you and then I'd probably start crying as well," Nila said, patting Leo's arm, and with a huge smile on her face.

Leo laughed and hugged Nila again. Leo was a big guy, compared to Nila's tiny frame. He was Puerto Rican, and she could see the tattoos on his slightly tan body through his shirt—Leo, unfortunately, had been caught in the direct line of the champagne, so he was soaked to the skin. He was a nice guy, a bit bigger than Nila's type in terms of his body, but he still had a kind face, a great smile, and sweet, puppy-brown eyes. His hair was shaved close to his head, as most military guys had their hair, and champagne was rolling off the fuzz. 

"Oh man, now I don't want to drive home, I am too amped up!" Leo commented. 

"Wait, you have to drive home tonight? After all of this?" Nila asked, disbelieving. 

"Yeah, and I really don't want to. But I also am not sure if I have to be out of the hotel by tonight or tomorrow. I also still need to pack up."

"Dude, that sucks. But I can offer a helping hand with the packing, and perhaps a place to stay." 

"Cool! I may need some help with the packing," Leo said, smiling. 

Nila took a swig from the champagne bottle being passed around, and smirked. People were breaking out the cigars, and starting to take the excitement to the street, hollering out on the balcony. 

"Well, let me know when you want the help," she said, passing him the bottle.

Leo took a swig, wiped his mouth and said, "Let's go take care of that now, get it out of the way."

"Alright. Lead the way," Nila said.

Leo headed towards the stairs, going up to the 3rd floor, Nila close on his heels. They ran into a couple of people on the way up to where he was staying.

"I've never been up to any of the rooms here before. I've just been in the main areas, where they hold the parties," Nila commented.

"They are small rooms, I warn you," Leo said as he opened up the room he was staying in.

"It looks like a dorm room, like the one I lived in my freshman year of college," Nila said, looking around the tiny room. Two beds on either side of the room, gym lockers for storage, and a desk with a lamp. But, this was a non-profit place, so she didn't expect much.

Leo grabbed his bag, and looked in. "Oh man! I am an idiot!"

"What? Something wrong?"

"No, I just completely forgot, that I packed last night. I must've been so wasted if I forgot that!" Leo laughed.

Nila giggled and playfully punched him in the arm. "That goes beyond wasted!"

Leo punched back. "Don't start nothing."

"No, YOU don't start anything," Nila commented, punching Leo again, this time in the stomach.

Leo suddenly grabbed Nila's arm, smiling. Nila giggled and tried to punch him again, only to have Leo grab her other arm. He backed her up against the wall, placing Nila's arms above her head, dominating her. Nila stuck her tongue out at Leo, continuing to be playful. But Leo was on a high from the outcome of the game, and his energy being so high, he was ready for some action of another kind. He leaned down and kissed Nila full on the lips, catching her by surprise. Nila's eyes went wide with shock and surprise, before she began to melt into the kiss, her eyes closing, her body relaxing.

Leo pulled away, almost reluctantly. This wasn't the place to continue what he wanted to do. 

I'll get her later, he thought, as Nila's eyelids fluttered open. 

"Well, if you need a place to stay tonight, let me know," she whispered.

"You'll be hearing from me, don't worry," Leo whispered back, kissing her neck.

****

At 12:30am, Nila's body finally began to wind down from all the excitement. She stretched her arms above her head, and began to change for bed. But before she could change into her boy shorts and night shirt, her phone rang.

"It's Leo. I need a place to stay," the voice at the other end said.

"Then drop by. You can use the sofa bed," Nila said, stretching on her bed like a cat, and giving Leo her address.

About 20 minutes later, there was a knock at her door. Nila had been clearing off her couch, about to pull it out. She opened the door to Leo, with his bag in hand, and still looking very excited. Leo could only stare at Nila, barely covered in her underwear and a skimpy, spaghetti strap night shirt that barely covered her chest. 

"Are you even going to be able to sleep tonight?" Nila giggled, turning to head back to the pull-out bed. Leo stared at her ass, barely covered by her blush pink boy shorts, her hips slightly swaying from side to side.

"I do not intend to sleep," Leo said, stepping inside, and closing the door behind him. He dropped his bag, and reach out grabbing Nila, and pulled her back to him, kissing her fiercely. Again, Nila was surprised by the suddenness of Leo's actions, but gave in to the kiss, relaxing in his arm. Leo picked up Nila as if she were a feather, and brought her over to her bed, dropping her down, and moving on top of her.

"I intend to have my way with you," he whispered, his hand moving up under her night-shirt, gently caressing her breast. Leo's lips gently touched Nila's before moving to her neck. Nila let out a low moan, feeling Leo's hand on her breast, his lips on her neck.

Leo started out slow, trying to calm himself down. The excitement of the huge victory was having an effect on him, and all he wanted to do was rip off Nila's clothes and pound her hard until she passed out. But he decided to go slow, caressing Nila's toned body, feeling all of her soft curves, and gently kissing and biting her neck. He felt Nila slightly arch her back, her hips rising, pressing up against him.

Nila's moan, her heavy breathing, the feeling of her pressed against him, it was too much, even though it was so little. Leo couldn't contain himself anymore. He had to have her and now. He ripped off the flimsy night shirt, exposing Nila's perfect tits, and started sucking fiercely on her left nipple, biting her to elicit Nila's groans. While his right hand held Nila's hands above her head, Leo's left hand went to her mound, slipping under her boy shorts, feeling her shaved sex, before pulling Nila's underwear down, and running a finger across her drenched lips. Just flicking his thumb across her clit, and Nila started to quiver. 

Oh man, she is so turned on right now, Leo though, switching over to her right nipple, and continued to suck on her. Nila's moans were louder and her breathing faster. Leo stuck his finger into her mouth, making her suck off the small amount of juices that he had gotten. 

Nila sucked on his finger fiercely, as if she had been sucking on his cock. God, she was so hot right now, she wanted to feel Leo's cock stuffing her pussy for all it was worth. 

"Please...Leo..." 

She was begging now, she needed some sort of release, preferably Leo's cock pounding her pussy. Leo smirked, knowing he had control over her. His cock was hard, ready to be buried in her tight pussy. Leo kneeled over her, his hands running down Nila's curvaceous body. Leo took in Nila's perfect body, and came down on her, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. He let go of her hands, which immediately went to his jeans, undoing them as fast as she could. Nila wanted to feel Leo inside of her, filling her up. Leo positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy and start rubbing against her, teasing her.

"How bad do you want it?" whispered Leo.

"So very badly, please give it to me!"

He grabbed his cock and started sliding his thick dick slowly into Nila's tight pussy, her cunt wrapping so tightly around his cock, sliding deeper and deeper. Leo kept his eyes on her face fill up with ecstasy. Nila let out a moan as Leo slid deeper and deeper into her, wanting to feel all of him in her, her back arching.

Leo leaned down to kiss Nila as his entire cock was swallowed by her tight cunt, before he started thrusting in and out of her. Slowly at first, watching Nila's face contort in pleasure, Leo thrust himself in and out, feeling his cock slick with Nila's juices. 

Nila's hands ran up and down Leo's back, her nails digging into his skin, as her pleasure built and built. Her pussy started to tighten, as the first wave of her orgasm began to build up inside her. 

Faster and faster, Leo thrust into Nila's pussy, his arms wrapped around her, holding her close. He felt her breath on his skin, as it came faster and faster, matching his thrusts. He felt his own orgasm approaching. His balls started to tighten, and he began to groan.

"Oh god, Leo...please...I'm gonna cum," Nila panted.

"Oh yeah...cum for me girl."

"Oh god! LEEEEEEEOOOOOOOO!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Nila screamed out in orgasm, a wave of pleasure taking over her body, and a flood of her juices coated Leo's cock, and that drove Leo over the edge. He groaned and pulled out, before cumming all over Nila's breast. 

Sweat and cum made Nila's body glisten as she curled up next to Leo. As her eyes closed before passing out, she felt Leo kiss her forehead, and wrap his arms around her. 

What a great way to celebrate a victory...

Fantasy Football



It is funny how life can keep throwing up surprises thought Karen as she sat watching her 22yr old son's football team practice and could feel the temptation of these young bodies seeking its way through her veins. 

At 45yrs old and a married mother of two, Karen had never been a highly sexual person and sex with her husband Mark had become routine and even that was when they got around to it. More recently though she had found herself experiencing urges that she was not used to and tonight was one of those occasions as she admired all those bodies running around in front of her. 

She did not realise that she had drifted off into her thoughts until her son had put his hand onto her shoulder and asked if she was okay. 

"Ohh yes Mike -- sorry I am fine, I had just drifted away for a minute." 

"Well thanks for waiting for me, come on let's jump in the car and get home." He told her as he linked arms and pulled her to her feet. 

"How about a take away tonight given that your dad and sister won't be home until later?" 

"That sounds good to me." He answered. 

20 minutes later and sat in the car eating Karen caught Mike eyeing up the legs of the female side of a young couple strolling past "Caught mister, you're eyes nearly popped out of your head just then." She teased. 

"Well those legs are amazing." 

"Yes that makes me feel old, although he looks pretty fit as well." 

Mike nearly choked on his fries "Mum you're not supposed to say stuff like that!" He told her. 

"Any why not?" She asked in mock horror. 

"Well you are married and...." 

"And what? Old?" She asked. 

"Okay I didn't mean it quite like that but I guess that I do not really think of you still being attracted to other people other than Dad." 

"Well don't get me wrong I have always have been and still am very much in love with your father but we all look from time to time and your father certainly still admires the young females out there but let me guess that's different right because he is a guy?" 

"Hmmm yes I guess us guys probably all think like that." 

"Well I reckon that I could still turn a young man's eye." She countered. 

"Yeah mum but that guy passing just now was at least 20yrs younger." 

"Right then I am going to take you home before you insult me any further young man." She told him smiling to indicate she was not taking it overly seriously. 

That night at home Karen looked at herself in the mirror and realised that although she had a good figure the clothes she had on and her hair style just gave her that dull older mum look. Led in bed after literally another routine sex session with her husband she decided that enough was enough and that it was time to change things before she really did get too old. 

A week later she had her hair done in the morning before going shopping followed for a pampering session at a local spa. On returning home she stood and admired her slim body in the mirror and then laughed at the forest that was growing between her thighs deciding that she wanted to be fully smooth. A while after she stood playing with herself in the mirror loving her new smooth self. 

She opened her bag of shopping and admired the skirt and top that she had bought earlier that day. The skirt was a pleated with a check pattern and finished well above the knee, and was certainly shorter that she had worn in many years. The top was a shiny ivory one that was tight enough to show off her breasts but not tight enough to be slutty. She already had some nice lacy underwear that her husband had bought her a year ago but that she had felt to shy to wear. 

Putting the whole outfit on and finishing off with some nice black tights with a diamond pattern on them felt amazingly empowering and as she again looked in the mirror she could not help but mutter a "Wow" to herself. 

Getting out of the car in the car park she almost changed her mind and got back in but something kept her going and she wanted to show people and indeed herself that she could still turn the eye. 

Walking up to the touchline of the pitch and sitting on bench she was aware that quite a few eyes were glancing her way including her son. Mike was the first to come over and ask her what the special occasion was but she just brushed him off with a quick excuse about trying a new outfit. 

As the match finished quite a few of the lads came over to chat and were not overly shy about looking her up and down, gradually though everyone bar her son and his best mate Andy drifted away. 

"Mum you look stunning, what's the occasion?" 

"Well I was just thinking that it was about time I made a little effort to keep myself looking good." 

"You certainly do look good!" Andy chimed in and managed to cause Karen to blush brightly. 

"Are you coming back to ours charming young man?" She asked him. 

"Actually mum we are heading out tonight and left our stuff at Andy's so is there any chance we can go back there to shower and change and then you drop us into town?" Her son asked with that pleading look that he seemed to have carried over from his childhood. 

"Come on jump in then, Andy you better sit in the front as you are taller." 

During the journey she noticed how Andy kept stealing glances at her legs and she made sure her skirt rode high enough to give him a good view. 

Andy told Mike that he could grab the first shower as Karen stood admiring the views over the countryside from the lounge window. She could sense him stood not far behind as was sure he was admiring a slightly different view from her and wondered what he was thinking. 

She turned around quickly to catch him a little off guard and found him bringing his eyes up over her body. 

"You really have made quite a change to yourself Karen and your hair looks great." 

"My hair? I thought you were looking at my legs?" She teased. 

Karen turned herself back to the window daring to wonder if he would go any further and feeling both scared and hopeful that he might. 

It did not take long for him to come up behind her and wrap his arms around her while placing a soft kiss onto her neck. Her sensible side suddenly tried to kick in and she told him that they could not do this, wondering to herself if she had really meant to go this far. 

"Mike will be a while yet." He told her as her glided his hands up over her breasts, slowly running his fingers around the outline of them bringing her nipples to prominence ever through her bra and top. She could feel his hardness pressing through their clothes. Andy then changed position and felt him take his hands away briefly before they found her legs below her skirt. 

"No we can't, we shouldn't" she softly whispered as much to herself as to Andy but all resistance was fading away as she felt his hands moving up her legs and taking the skirt upwards with them. 

Before she knew it she felt her tights and knickers sliding down her legs and was half expected him to just fuck her but he surprised her as he knelt behind her and starting kissing and licking her bottom before exploring her puckered hole with his tongue. She put her hand behind her and pulled her cheeks apart giving him all the access he needed to continue exploring her ass bringing her to a series of moans before he moved to pussy bringing even more joy to her smooth heaven. 

It did not take long for her to orgasm and a wave of shock and ecstasy rolled over her. 

Andy stood up behind her and asked her if she was on the pill as she remained leaning on the window sill gazing out over pastureland. She was too busy thinking about what had just happened to answer him and he took that as her consent. 

The feel of his cock sliding slowly into her brought her bought to reality as again he brought his hands up to slip then under her top, feeling her breasts through her bra. 

"Mike will hear us." She told him. 

"It's fine he will be in the shower for ages, he always is." 

They fucked slowly for five minutes before Andy started pounding deep into her becoming breathless before he came deep within her releasing a stream of cum that felt like a small river to her. 

Both gathered themselves after Andy pulled out leaving Karen dripping into her knickers, they had both just about got composed as Mike walked back into the lounge wearing a spare dressing gown that he kept at Andy's. 

"Right I am off for a shower then if Mike has not used all the hot water." 

"You're okay I did not use that much." 

After Andy had disappeared up the stairs Mike noticed that his mum looked a little distracted and asked if she was okay. 

"Yes I am fine." She told him and again turned to her favourite distraction point by looking out of the window. 

"So why the new hair and outfit?" 

"I was feeling a little old and fed up after my son's comments last week." 

"But I did not mean it in a horrible way and besides you have proven tonight that you can still look stunning all the guys on the team could not keep their eyes off you." 

She felt herself blushing again and almost freaked out as her son came up behind her and cuddled her. 

"I am sure they prefer their young girlfriends to an old bird like me." 

"I don't know mum, I reckon a few would happily try it on with you." 

Karen thought about her next sentence and wondered what was taking over her mind as she debated the dirtiness of what she was thinking as she stood here in a similar situation to how things had started with Andy. 

"So you think that they would like to slide their hard cocks into your mother?" 

She felt him tense and his cock start to harden against her ass. The decision was made in her mind and she carried on. 

"Andy has just fucked me while you were in the shower; he stood where you are stood now and slammed his hard cock into me." 

She rubbed herself back against the hardness and heard her son gasp with shock. 

"He filled me with cum Mike and now I want you to do the same." 

"I don't believe you; he might be a flirt but he would never take things that far." 

"Oh but he did, feel me and see." 

For the second time that night she felt her skirt being raised and almost came there and then as she felt her sons fingers sliding beneath her tights and into her knickers quickly mixing with the cum of his best friend. 

"Pull them down son." 

Her tights were again pulled down as were her knickers. 

"Now fuck me and fuck me hard." 

She felt his hard cock slam into her wetness easily and found herself immediately comparing his size to his father and figuring that they were about the same at seven inches or so although neither were as big as Andy who felt much wider. 

He only lasted a couple of minutes before he too filled her with cum, apologising for not lasting very long. 

"It's okay I just wanted you here and now. I guess we had better tidy ourselves up before Andy comes back down." 

"Why, he fucked you didn't he?" 

"He did but I am not sure I am ready for him to know about this yet." 

"Okay mum but we need to talk about what happened." 

"We will, tonight though go out and enjoy yourselves." 

Thirty minutes later Karen dropped them both off in town telling them both to go and get laid and getting knowing looks in return. 

When Karen got home her husband and daughter were already there and both were stunned with her new look and Mark tried to take her upstairs, something he had not done in years leaving her feeling slightly guilty that she couldn't without revealing how dripping in cum she was. 

She made her excuses to jump in the shower and left them both promising her husband that she would make it up to him later. 



Fantasy Football



The football is real; the fantasy ought to be.

The description of the football game in this story is based on the details as they actually happened in the season opener. I wrote the beginning of the story (chapter one) and created the "fantasy football" rules (chapter two) before the game began, then let the two teams on the field create the story. When the game started, I didn't know which teams would win and lose. Like the characters, I submitted myself to the mercy of what happened on the field. Like other forms of fantasy football, it changed the way I watched and enjoyed the game. I hope you enjoy it too. Who knows, it might catch on and change fantasy football as we know it. 

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CHAPTER ONE - Pre-Season

"Damn it!" Suzy said, slamming her papers on the table. Tension and frustration peaked as the conference room clock ticked toward 5:00 pm. 

Nobody wanted to be in the room, let alone in the city. The fitness company's vice president for sales called regional representatives from Pittsburgh and Denver to the company's Atlanta headquarters to hammer out new sales boundaries. Rather than getting in the middle of the highly pressured territorialism, he put them in the room together to negotiate a solution. His assignment was clear: No one leaves Atlanta until the new boundaries are agreed upon and signed off by both teams. He scheduled the meeting for a Friday, assuming they would be motivated toward a quick decision and return to their respective cities for the weekend. He underestimated the competitive resolve due to the millions of dollars in sales at stake.

No one anticipated the added gender dynamic that would further complicate the negotiations. The Pittsburgh team was made of up three women, the Denver team of five men. Beyond the territorialism, an unspoken battle of the sexes added to the stalemate in negotiations. The size and gender of the Denver team were no advantage to the resolve of the Pittsburgh's representatives. If anything, the women were more determined to win because the all-male team outnumbered them. 

Everyone recognized Pittsburgh's team leader, Ally, as probably the strongest person in the room. She was a statuesque 32-year-old 5'9" brunette with olive skin, translucent blue eyes and a smile that could sell water to a fish. Consistent with the corporate culture for all middle managers, Ally was fit. She had full 34D tits and long tan legs. She knew how to display her body in a business suit that would command professional respect and physical attention. This often meant a sheer blouse, a professionally short skirt that showed off her long tan legs, leading to at least one and a half inch matching heels. She knew what she had and she knew how to use it. Today was no different. 

The second member of their team was a young 26-year-old African American named Jennifer. Jen drew admiration from men and women with her robust 36DD breasts above her tall slender 5'7" dark-skinned fit frame. She usually preferred to wear bright tight dresses to accentuate her beauty. Jen has always been athletic. Despite the many recruiting attempts for her to join cheerleading squads in high school and college, she had no patience for sideline spectating with pom poms when you could make a difference competing on the field. 

Suzy rounded out the team as a 5'4" 29 year-old blonde with fair skin, perky round tits and a tight ass. Suzy was as passionate about everything in life as she was beautiful. All three women were single, successful and confident. They were used to getting what they wanted. Together they were a force to be reckoned with.

The men from Denver looked more like a delegation from the United Nations, or even more, like an international team of athletes. Brock, the self-delegated team leader, was a muscular 6'5", with dark brown hair who looked to be no stranger to the football field, basketball court or weight room. Cliff was a 6'2" African American, clearly fit in ways that looked to rival Usain Bolt. Lou was the always stylish, handsome, 5'10" Italian, self-confident in any setting. Steve was the blonde hazel-eyed 6' member of the team who regularly held the Mid-west regional monthly sales records. Rudy was tall, rugged and stunning, coming from a tall Caucasian father and a proud, gorgeous Indian mother. All five men were within two years of 30, one direction or the other.

"I have a life outside of all this bullshit," Suzy said, letting her emotions get the best of her. "This was supposed to be settled yesterday. We've been at it for two days. It's Saturday night, we're stuck here for the weekend, and no closer to a solution."

In truth, each team had made small compromises in their negotiations, but neither team was close to agreeing to the other side's proposal. With the company's Southern roots, there would be no one in the office on Sunday. Negotiations would resume Monday morning.

Shuffled papers began moving from the conference table into briefcases as everyone in the room stood, without any plans for the next 36 hours, trapped in a humid early-September weekend in Atlanta.

"Want to join us for drinks?" Brock offered as a gesture of collegiality.

"We've had to spend the last two days stuck in here with you," Suzy fired back in her feisty frustration. "Why in the hell would we choose to..."

"Wait," Ally offered, interrupting as she put her hand up toward Suzy. "Maybe that's just what we all need."

Suzy swung her head around toward Ally in shock with a look that asked, "What are you thinking?" Ally returned the look with a confident smile that Suzy had learned to trust in other competitive settings. She could tell Ally had an idea, that Ally had a plan. 

"I could use a drink. I suspect we all could," Ally added calmly. "Don't you?" she asked, looking at her teammates more than the men across the table. 

Suzy and Jen conceded. What did they have to lose? The men across the table were the only other people any of them knew in Atlanta. Whether they were with the men or not, they were ready for a drink. Who knows? They might actually be chivalrous enough to buy. "Why not," Jen nodded. 

"Great," Brock said genuinely. "Let's drop our things off at the suites and meet outside in 15." The company had luxury executive suites less than a mile from its corporate headquarters to house visiting employees and guests. "I saw a sport's bar down the street that looks good."

Within 20 minutes the eight were assembled again around another table, but this time surrounded by large televisions broadcasting college football games. The room was packed with men shouting at the action on the screens and women wearing as little as possible to invite a different kind of action when the games were over. 

"This might not be such a bad weekend after all," Rudy said admiring the eye candy.

Appetizers and five rounds of martinis were consumed in the first hour. Conversation loosened and began to flow as easily as the drinks, mostly about fantasy football picks and strategy. 

"I'm missing a huge Steeler football party for their season-opener tomorrow," Suzy lamented, "by being stuck down here with you yahoos." She slapped Steve on the arm flirtatiously. 

"They're playing the Broncos," Rudy realized out loud. "It's the big game on tomorrow's SNF."

"And the Broncos are going to get crushed," Jen spurted out impulsively. "Especially after last year's fluke, the revenge is going to be sweet."

The smack talk and competitive banter increased with the number of drinks. By the second hour all eight were feeling the benefits of the alcohol. 

"Our Steeler parties play a different kind of fantasy football," Ally said in a direct and seductive tone. Her index finger circled the top of her martini glass. Suzy and Jen knew about Ally's fantasy football parties. The emphasis was always on "fantasy." Jen had heard many stories. Suzy experienced one last season with the Steeler's 14 to 3 win over the Browns. The stakes of this kind of fantasy football made that win unforgettable. She had heard that fantasy football changes the way you watch a game. Until that night, she never knew how much.

"Why are you bringing that up?" Jen asked Ally nervously.

Ally smiled. "Look around," Ally invited. "Think about the possibilities."

"You're drunk," Jen cautioned. "I've never..."

"What could be more perfect?" Ally asked back. "Our Steelers are playing their Broncos. They don't have a chance. Talk about meat handed to us on a platter."

"This could be a repeat of last year's Brown's game," Suzy mused out loud, allowing the alcohol to inspire her imagination.

Jen looked admiringly at the men around the table. She was beginning to see them differently than she had the last two days.

"So, what's this fantasy football you're talking about?" Cliff asked, picking up on the sexual tone of the conversation and looks.

"It's football for real men and real women," Ally answered continuing her confident seductive tone. "Shall I say, 'consenting' men and women?"

The men's smiles grew with their curiosity.

"I was born and raised in Pittsburgh. No matter who you are or what you do, it's a hard-working, blue-collar steel town. We work hard. We play hard. And we have no hesitation to take everything we earn and win." Ally let her words set the tone.

"Tomorrow evening, the three of us ladies are going to start our pregame party in my suite at 5:00 pm," she announced. 

"We are?" Jen asked.

"We are," Suzy agreed, eager to hear what Ally was going to say next.

"Fantasy football, real fantasy football starts with the 8:15 kickoff for anyone who is man enough to join us." Ally's words were more of a challenge than an invitation.

Curiosity, seduction and alcohol made the invitation impossible for the men to refuse.

"Oh my god," Jen blurted in an inebriated confusion of panic and excitement.

"We're in," the men said unanimously.

"You bring a keg of beer," Ally instructed. "We'll bring the snacks, and the fantasy will bring itself. See you boys at 5:00."

Ally took Suzy and Jen's hands. "Let's go ladies. Our work here is done." 

CHAPTER TWO -- Pregame Warm-Ups

Game day events started on schedule with a 5:00 knock at the door of Ally's suite. Suzy and Jen looked at each other nervously. "Game on," Suzy said excitedly as she opened the door to welcome their guests.

The men walked in all wearing matching Broncos t-shirts they picked up at a local sporting store for the occasion, and shorts. The women dressed strategically. Ally wore her Roethlisberger jersey tied tight with a knot in the front, and a short jean skirt. Jen showed off her ample tits wearing a tight yellow tank top with the Steeler logo in the center, accented with black athletic shorts. Suzy wore her favorite cropped Ward jersey, without a bra, baring her midriff and allowing the bottom of her tits to tease whenever she jumped up and down during the game to cheer on her team. She put on a pair of tight jeans, thinking the long pants might compensate for the short top. 

In the two and a half hours of pregame television, the beer flowed. Sexual banter and anticipation grew, as the eight played cards, threw darts and argued football, waiting for the game to start. Analysts announced it likely to be the most watched regular season game in history. The stakes were high, in ways the men in the room did not yet fully understand. The suspense in the room was palpable. 

Fifteen minutes before game time, Ally invited everyone to refill their glasses and to gather in the living room for pregame instructions. With full glasses, the eight stood nervously in a loose circle around the room. 

"Glad you are all here," Ally began genuinely. "I believe this may be a historic night of football. There are two teams, each rooting for their football team -- ultimate fans putting it all on the line in our version of fantasy football. Once the whistle blows for the kickoff, there is no backing out. You're committed and at the mercy of what happens on the field."

A surge of panic suddenly shot through Jen's body. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and chest as she looked around the room, surrounded by five inebriated sexually baited athletes. "Ally, are you sure this is a good idea?" she whispered into her ear. "We barely know these guys."

"We're in," Brock said with a cocky confidence. "But it looks like Jen isn't so steely." 

Ally whispered back. "We've got this Jen. If we have to be stuck in this town for the opening game of the season, I'm going to make the most of it. Look at these guys. They're gorgeous. By the end of the game, we're going to own them." 

Jen looked around the room again, nervously admiring the potential trophies with lust-filled appreciation. 

Suzy joined the huddle. "What are you two talking about?"

"Jen's getting cold feet, or maybe a cold pussy" Ally answered.

"I don't know Suzy," Jen added nervously. "I mean, we don't know..."

Suzy interrupted, without a whisper. "What's to know Jen? Roethlisberger and the Steelers are about to hand us the ultimate tailgate party to kick off the season. We've got this."

"The only thing to know," Ally offered confidently, "is which fantasy do you want these boy-toys to satisfy first." Ally tucked her thumbs into the front of her shorts, like a cowpoke next to a corral. "Once the Steelers break these Broncos in, I'm goin' for a ride." 

"OK, let's do this," Jen said with nervous confidence as she finished the beer in her hand. "I'm in." The huddle broke with a clap.

"You ladies up for this?" Cliff asked playfully. 

"We got this," Jen repeated back from her colleague's pep talk. "Steeler Nation is in the house and going to dominate." Ally and Suzy smiled at her smack talk.

"As I said," Ally continued, "once the whistle blows for the kickoff, you are committed. No backing out. Everyone is at the mercy of what happens on the field."

"Sounds good so far," Cliff encouraged.

"It works best when the two teams are the same size, but we don't have that luxury," Ally continued. The three of us Steeler ladies will be competing against you five Broncos men. Being out numbered means our wins will be bigger, but so will our losses. You'll see what I mean when I explain the points." Ally paused to let her words sink in. "We're not worried. With this revenge match, we're looking for wins that grow bigger, longer and wider."

The ladies laughed at the double-entendre. Ally's suggestive tone broadcast her bold sexual confidence. Like Pavlov's dogs, the men felt their groins respond to her agenda.

"The game starts with everyone clothed, without shoes," she explained. When your football team scores a touchdown, the members of your team get to remove one article of clothing from each member of the other team. Pretty simple. No one removes his or her own clothing. Each item and the manner it is removed are purely at the discretion of the other team. There are only two rules about this: the item of clothing must be removed before the game resumes play after a score. The second rule is that nothing still covered with clothing can be touched or fondled. Anything bared and exposed is fair game, until the game resumes. It's the only time we like long commercials during a football game." Ally paused again to let the details settle in for the rookies. The men immediately looked around the room at the three women in gold and black, silently strategizing what they wanted to remove first from their gorgeous bodies.

"Extra points matter too," Ally continued. "In the first half, each extra point scored (either from a kick or two point conversion) can be used to get an item of your own clothing back or remove another item from the other team. It's your choice how you use each extra point. That's only for the first half. Things intensify in the second half. In the third and fourth quarters, extra points can only be used to remove clothing from your opponents. Choose wisely. Two point conversions are rare, but can be game changers." 

"So, in the second half, every touchdown with an extra point means the other team loses two pieces of clothing, but a two-point conversion means each person on the other team gives up three?" Brock asked to clarify.

"You are quicker than you look," Ally answered playfully. Field goals work the same way. For every field goal, one item of clothing is removed from each member of the other team. Nothing slows stripping the other team of their clothes like a football team's inability to make third-down conversions in the red zone," Ally added with a smile.

"The last scoring option is a safety. Again, every score costs a piece of clothing. If your team is careless enough to give up a safety, you're going to pay by giving up a piece of clothing. Any questions?"

The sexual energy in the room grew at Ally's no-nonsense description of her version of fantasy football. The men tried to hide their excitement for what a high scoring game might mean with these beautiful women at the mercy of the Bronco's new hall of fame offense. "So, what happens when one of our teams is out of clothing, and the other team scores?

"That's where things get real interesting," Suzy said with excitement. "Points become minutes!"

"What does that mean?" Steve asked.

"Again, keeping it very simple," Ally continued as if teaching a seminar. "If your football team scores, and there is no more clothing to remove from your opponents, then its time for them to give something else up," she said with her sly smile. "To be honest, I did not invite you here to take your clothes off gentlemen. When the offensive line of your clothing is gone, I am here to sack you like a quarterback without a left tackle."

The men smiled nervously at Ally's sexual determination. They knew she was game-day serious, and her female teammates were embolden by her confidence.

"To answer your question," Ally continued, "points become minutes. When you are caught naked, and when my Steelers score, then the number of points scored become the number of minutes we do anything we want (and you do anything we ask) without hesitation or resistance. The only restriction -- let's say penalty - is there is no penetration allowed during the game. Something has to be saved as the game-winning trophy at the end of the contest. Anything else goes. Any questions?"

Cliff answered, "I like the sound of this. So, after all the clothes are gone, action might be as brief as an extra point becoming one minute of fun and as glorious as a touchdown with a two-point conversion for a full eight minutes of no-holds-barred celebration in your end zone."

"I think he's got it, don't you girls?" Ally answered looking over to Suzy and Jen.

"He will," Suzy answered.

"Here's the thing," Ally said. "There are three of us and five of you. If we win, we win big. Every one of you will be required to give up the number of minutes scored to anything we want. You might have one of us on you, or you might have all three of us at the same time. Three hot women have the luxury of enjoying the bounty of five men at their disposal. If we lose though, we lose big. Do the math. Five of you and three of us means there will almost always be at least two of you having your way with each of us at the same time with every score. We are counting on our Steeler defense."

"I'm counting on our new Bronco's offense," Steve answered hungrily.

"How does the fantasy football game end?" Cliff asked.

"With the final score," Ally answered sarcastically. "The only thing that ultimately matters is the win. It can be an ugly win, it can be a close win, but the team that wins walks away with the prize."

"What's the prize?" Brock asked.

"You have to ask?" Suzy said.

"Winner take all," Ally answered frankly. "Just like football on the field, one team enjoys the win; the other team takes the loss. The game is only worth playing if the stakes are high, don't you think?"




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"Absolutely," Brock answered quickly as the other men nodded in agreement.

"Great," she said. "The game will be fun, but the win is all that matters."

"Agreed," Steve blurted excitedly. Ally had them right where she wanted them. Their imaginations were running, testosterone raged through their bodies and their dicks were hard with confidence in an unproven Bronco's team. 

"Here's the deal: In our fantasy football, game winners become team owners for the rest of the night. Losers agree to submit in every way to the winners, with no restrictions, until the sun comes up." Ally announced the prize more like a verdict than a proposal.

"What?" Jen spurted out surprised. "Ally..."

"That's it," Ally announced authoritatively like a referee making the final call after a play review. "Losers fulfill every fantasy the winners want. There are no restrictions, no refusals, and no hesitations. Anything goes. Winning team owns the losing team. It's fantasy football, where the stakes are high and every fantasy gets fulfilled."

"Ally?" Jen repeated nervously. "What if..."

Ally interrupted her, whispering impatiently like a coach. "Enough, Jen. This is a slam-dunk. I am handing you a night of your dreams. When have you ever had an opportunity like this? These five men will not stop until they satisfy every fantasy you have ever had. Tonight is ours. Tonight is real, limited only by that lusty imagination of yours. At the end of this game, we -- or at least Suzy and I will spend the rest of the night screaming the names of the Steeler offensive line as these huge dicks serve our every fantasy with no strings attached."

Ally's words challenged the commitment of everyone in the room. Jen's mind spun as she looked around at her opponents again. It had been over two months since she had been with a man. If the Steelers won, the prize of these five men at her disposal for the rest of the night was almost beyond her imagination. But so was the thought of what might happen if they lost.

"It's game time Jen," Ally challenged. "It's time to decide. Will you be one of the wanna-be spectators in the stands wishing you had what it took to get in the game or will you be a game changer on the field who had the courage to experience what everyone else can only dream of? That's your choice. It's time to decide what you're made of. It's time to decide if that Steeler logo across your tits is a decoration or a commitment. It's time to decide if you are a cheerleader or a player." Ally's words landed hard.

The television showed team captains walking from their respective sides to the center of the field for the coin toss. The camera panned the hyped-up crowd. Orange and blue covered the stadium. The camera zoomed in on visiting die-hard Steeler fans risking life and limb by proudly wearing their gold and black in the enemy's stadium, with faces painted like warriors. 

"I'm so in," Suzy said licking her lips seductively. "And I'm hot. I've never been more ready for a season-opener to start. The Steelers always leave it all out there for Steeler Nation, and Steeler Nation always gives it up for their team." 

"This is going to be the best game ever," Steve added. "I'm in." Men's voices echoed their commitment around the room, stopping at Jen. Jen looked around the room unsure. Suzy wondered if she and Ally would be taking these five men on by themselves. It would raise the stakes.

Jen silently walked across the room and sat down on the large couch across from the big screen TV covering the opposite wall. She leaned forward to remove the sandals from her feet, exposing her ample cleavage to the room full of watching eyes. She lifted both sandals together in one hand and threw them out of the room like a football. "Game on," she said with a large confident smile. "I'm in. I'm not going to start the season doubting my Steelers. So, why am I the only one not wearing shoes? The game is about to start, and I'm ready for some football."

Cheers filled the room as shoes were quickly kicked off and flew through the air following the trail of Jen's sandals. Mugs were refilled from the cold keg and the two fantasy teams took their positions together on the couches around the large room. The suspense grew. The men and women looked at each other differently in anticipation of the game's start. Fantasy football changes how you experience a game. Fantasy football was about to begin.

CHAPTER THREE -- Game Time

The room was thick in expectation at the starting kickoff. Scoring first is always important to set the tone, especially in a season opener, and especially for what was now at stake. Denver won the coin toss and chose to receive first.

"Yes!" Steve said. "Let's not waste time getting on the board."

The ball moved back and forth across the field, each team's defense holding the opposing team back from scoring. All the fantasy players in the room could do was keep draining the keg in nervous anticipation of the first score. Their bodies buzzed from the beer and suspense. Hearts beat faster each time the Broncos or Steelers offense would get close to striking distance. The quarter ended scoreless. Jen felt a mixture of relief and disappointment.

"Damn," Rudy said. "I know that Steeler defense is tough, but make something happen!"

2nd QUARTER

"Something's about to," Suzy said, as the second quarter started in the hands of the Steeler's offense. "Watch and learn boys."

Pittsburgh methodically moved the ball down the field and finally into the red zone.

"Here we go!" Ally said confidently, waving her terrible towel. "We are in the red zone, and nothing stops Ben in the red zone."

Pittsburgh moved to first and goal on the three yard line. The ball snapped and Denver's defense stopped them.

"Yes!" Brock cheered. "Our D looks great this year."

"It's not a matter of 'if,'" Suzy answered confidently, "it's 'when.'"

Second and goal on the three, the ball was snapped and the defense again prevented any gain.

"Damn!" Jen shouted. "Come on!"

Third and goal, the ball was snapped, thrown to a receiver in the end zone, deflected.

"No!" the three women shouted in unison.

"Yes!" Rudy answered back.

The kicking team came out for the fourth down and easily scored a field goal with 10:10 left in the half.

"Damn!" Rudy said. "At least they kept it to three."

"And that will cost you gentlemen," Ally informed. "The real game is now underway." The men started to simultaneously remove their shirts as payment for the field goal. "Ah, ah, ah," Ally quickly said. "That's for us to decide and do, she reminded. "Time to stand up so we can get a good look at our options." The five men dutifully stood, feeling awkward. Turning to the other girls, Ally asked, "what do you ladies want first?"

The men realized losing their shirts might not be their first item to forfeit. They each felt their manhood respond to the thought of losing their shorts in front of these women they had known for less than three days.

"What do you say Suzy? If you could walk over and remove one item covering each of these men's bodies right now, what do you really want first?"

"Putting it that way," Suzy answered with a smile, "as much as I'd like to see them without their shirts, removing their shorts gets me one step closer to what I really want."

"How about you sweet Jen? Down deep, beneath those big suckable tits, what does your heart really want these men to give up right now?"

Jen felt excited and embarrassed. She had never been in this situation, nor asked a question like this. Her nipples grew in arousal, impossible for everyone else in the room to miss. "Oh god, I don't know," she answered nervously.

"I think you do," Ally cajoled with an agenda. "You know exactly what you want. You need to decide. We don't have much time before the commercials end and play starts. What's it going to be?"

"Shirts!" Jen shouted nervously, easing into the game. "Shirts. Let's take their shirts off."

"Then it's up to me gentlemen to break the tie. Suzy here wants to see you without your shorts," Ally said running her hand along the side of Brock's shorts next to her. "Jen would like to remove your shirts," she continued running her fingers under Brock's shirt. "I've been thinking about this moment for the last 24 hours, and so the decision is easy. Gentlemen, its time for you to clasp your fingers behind your head, so we can relieve you of your shorts."

"Oh god," Jen said, secretly grateful for the courage of her teammates. 

"Let's go, no time wasted," Ally said.

The women each turned to a man next to them. Ally took the lead, unbuttoned Brock's shorts and slowly pulled them down until they fell at his feet. She could see the outline of his growing dick under the fabric of his boxers. "Impressive," she said. "I look forward to the plans I have for you," she said with a smile. 

Suzy turned to Steve and followed Ally's lead, relieving him of his shorts. "This game is underway," she said. "I like the way it is going."

Jen turned nervously to Lou, looking at his eyes with his hands clasped tightly behind his head. He gave her a smile to say he was about to enjoy what she was there to do. She knelt down, pulled down his shorts. Lou's dick stood straight out beneath the fabric of his strained boxers. "Oh god," she said again.

Ally walked over to Cliff with a continuing smile. "Is it true what they say Cliff?"

"You're about to find out," Cliff answered confidently.

Standing up, she slowly unsnapped his shorts, lowered the zipper and slid her hands down between his shorts and boxers along each side. She then slowly knelt down in front of him, lowering his shorts with her outstretched arms, gradually moving them over his muscular ass. She took her time, allowing his dick to stiffen with her every motion. She enjoyed watching it's movement like a large snake trying to be contained under a handkerchief. His massive, growing, hard member strained against the light material of his boxers, pushing out in front of him like a steel rod. The more his dick pushed against the fabric, the greater the pressure pushed back against it, causing it to grow and stiffen more. Like a snake charmer, Ally continued to lower his shorts slowly, building the pressure, coaxing the member until it had no option but to break through the opening in the front of his boxers. The room gasped as the ten inches of his massive black dick throbbed at attention in front of Ally's face. "There you are," she said licking her lips. "I've been waiting for you." The room stood stunned. "Now," she said with her voice taking on an instructional tone, "anything covered can't be touched, but what was it we said about anything exposed?"

"It's fair game," Suzy said playfully.

"Oh, shit," Cliff said with his hands still dutifully clasped behind his head.

"Got that right," Ally said before taking the largest dick she had ever seen into her mouth and masterfully consuming its entire length down her throat.

"Oh, shit!" he shouted as he fell back onto the couch behind him, taking Ally with him. She ravenously continued to devour every inch of his member, knowing her time was short.

Suzy immediately turned to Rudy with new ideas. "Now it's your turn," she said, "praying for Ally's same skillful results. Rudy watched as Ally consumed his friend. His dick grew all the more knowing Suzy was after him in the same way. Suzy repeated Ally's moves, "come to mama," she said, attempting to coax Rudy's large brown dick to freedom. 

Ally worked Cliff's dick, determined to drink from the deep well beneath. She had wondered, given the chance, how many times she and her two friends could make these men cum. She would be relentless in her pursuit to find out.

Cliff dropped his head back against the top of the couch. His arms were stretched out wide, and hands grabbed the soft fabric as if a life rope. The room watched as Ally served Cliff's dick in ways beyond anything he had experienced. His head spun. He knew that in seconds she would drain him dry and be covered in a shower of his cum. 

"Oh, shit. Oh, shit!" Cliff shouted.

The room watched mesmerized by Ally's skill and Cliff's potential.

"The game," Steve said. "Game's back on." Ally dutifully rose, sucking Cliff's member with everything she had as she made her assent. Her mouth popped from the force of the sucking and the width of his meat as she pulled herself off the dick of her dreams.

Cliff lay paralyzed and dizzy. "Almost," she said. "I almost had you. I will. Just a small sample of what's to come."

No one doubted her words. The fully clothed girls returned to their seats, glad to have the first score. Jen felt relief and renewed confidence. If things keep going like this, maybe this will be a night to remember. Maybe Ally and Suzy were right. 

"Come on defense!" Suzy shouted. "Get the ball back to Ben so we can finish what we started." Watching Ally made Suzy more than a little ravenous, and Jen wet with arousal. The men retook their seats, impressed with how seriously these women took football.

The Broncos immediately stunned the women's confidence by answering the Steeler's field goal with a 12 play no huddle drive for a touchdown with 5:16 still left in the half. The score was now 7 to 3, Broncos.

"No! No! No!" Suzy yelled passionately. "Where's the defense? How does the best defense in the NFL let that happen?"

The room went silent as the kicker came out for the extra point, easily made.

"Shit," Jen said, suddenly worried the tables were turning. "Let's get this over with," as she started to pull her tank top over her head.

"Ah, ah," Lou said. "I think that's our job."

"OK, gentlemen," Brock said taking charge. "It's our turn. A touchdown is one, and the extra point, well, is an extra point. What do we want first?"

"I say tops and bottoms," Rudy answered. "Let's get the preliminaries out of the way first."

"I say skirts and panties," Cliff said looking right at Ally. "I'm ready for some of what they're having."

Jen felt tingles go up her spine. 

"I'm ready for these tits," Steve said. "I agree with Rudy."

"Let's not forget we have more options in the first half," Brock reminded. "These women are as serious as white on rice."

"Or Ally on Cliff's dick," Lou chided. Everyone but Cliff laughed. 

"Playing a little fantasy offense and defense here could be strategic for us in the long run," Brock encouraged, taking the game seriously. "Let's recover our shorts, and relieve them of something."

"I still say skirts and panties," Cliff repeated strongly. "I want to return a favor."

"I think Brock's right here," Steve added. "We don't know what's ahead. A smart play here could give us an important advantage later. Let's start with their shirts."

"Time to stand up ladies, and raise your hands in the air," Rudy said agreeing.

The women dutifully responded. Brock and Cliff immediately gathered around Ally to return the favor. Brock pulled her tight jersey up, pressing the body-hugging material past her breasts. 

"Ah, ah, lover. No touching," she said, wiggling her body to help him pull the top over her head. Her black push-up bra with front closure accentuated her full, tan breasts.

Cliff knelt down in front of Ally's fit, bare abs. "Anything exposed is fair game, right?" Cliff asked.

"Yes," Suzy said impulsively as Steve pulled her cropped jersey over her head, exposing her bare breasts. Suzy's nipples grew at the coolness of the air conditioning hitting her skin and the arousal from the attention in the room. "I knew I should have worn a bra," Suzy said. "Why didn't you remind me Ally?"

"Those round beautiful tits are all yours men until the game resumes," Ally answered with a smile. "They look like they are begging for attention, don't they? They almost make me want some."

Ally felt cold chills cover her body as Cliff's tongue and mouth kissed her bare stomach. "I know my abs are good," Ally boasted, "but nothing like the taste of your big dick in my mouth." Cliff looked up at her touting. "You're meat's next, and I'm going to finish you," she promised. He may have won the point, but she was still in control.

Lou finished pulling Jen's tank top over her head and paused to admire her large dark breasts contrasted by her low lacy white bra. Her chest and cleavage were moist with nervous sweat. "Holy shit," he said. 

Steve wasted no time taking one of Suzy's long erect nipples between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue. Rudy joined him with the other side, sucking it into his mouth. "God, yes!" Suzy cried, revealing her enjoyment of the attention.

Before the men were ready, the game resumed. Everyone refilled their beers and took their places back on the couch. The men had recovered their shorts and were again fully dressed for the game. Suzy's tits were bare, red and sore in a way she loved. Jen felt sexy and safe, grateful to still be mostly covered where it counted. Ally knew her team was winning in the room, despite the Bronco's lead on the field. The men's first gain felt small compared to the highlight of her handling of Cliff. 

The Steelers responded with a vengeance to the Broncos fast touchdown. The offensive line methodically made its way down the field, pushing the defense back, as the Gold and Black advanced toward the Bronco's end zone. They would not settle for a field goal. With only 28 seconds left in the quarter, Pittsburgh scored a touchdown and extra point. The Steelers recaptured the lead, 10 to 7.

"Damn it," Cliff said, resigned to what was coming from Ally's prophetic promise.

"Well Ladies, it appears we have another decision to make," Ally announced. "I say we seize the moment, make a strong offensive move and take two pieces of their clothing."

"Normally I'd agree with you," Suzy said. "There's only 28 seconds in the half. This will be the last opportunity to recover any of our own clothes. Unlike you two, I'm a little exposed over here. One more Bronco touchdown, I've got nothing left to give up."

"I disagree," Rudy interrupted, "you'll have a lot to give up." The men all laughed. Rudy's words underscored Suzy's vulnerability compared to the rest of her team.

"What do you say Jen?" Ally asked. "It's up to you. Suzy wants to go backward, I want to go forward." The men suddenly felt hopeful with the decision up to Jen. Ally pressed for her compliance. "With 28 seconds left, we can put our shirts back on to cover what our bras already cover for us, or we can strategically strip these men of two items of clothing that give us full access to what we really want until the sun comes up."

"Damn," Suzy said at Ally's pitch.

Lust and competition took over for Jen. She was aroused by the thought of having her way with Lou. However, the last Broncos score that cost her tank top brought home the reality that with another score, she would be vulnerably bared in front of these five men. They would not hesitate taking full advantage of that opportunity. Most of her body would be fair game to their desires. 

Ally pressed more, "You always say, the best defense is a strong offense." 

Jen's strategic wheels turned. The Steelers handed them an opportunity to take control of the fantasy game with the first chance to take these men for all they were worth. Ally was right. The best defense is a strong offense.

Without saying a word, Jen turned and yanked Lou's shorts and boxers down together, releasing his thick hard member that reached out to her earlier. "You are mine," she demanded before dropping to her knees and taking him in her mouth.

"Damn," Suzy said again, this time inspired. "Take him."

Jen reached around with both hands to grab Lou's ass in her hands, forcing his dick deep down her throat. Lou couldn't believe what was happening to him. Like a piston in first gear, she pumped his dick with reckless abandon.




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Suzy basked in the freedom to have her way with Steve and Rudy. In seconds she had both undressed, standing in front of her. "At Thanksgiving I always get asked if I want light meat or dark meat," she joked. "My answer is always, 'yes.' Why pick when you can have both?" She took both dicks in her hands. "They just have to be juicy." The men's knees buckled at the force of her grip around their members. She held each tightly in her hands, as she alternated working the throbbing heads with her mouth.

"Jen, help me with Brock and Cliff," Ally asked. Jen pulled the shorts and boxers off Brock. Ally went to work on Cliff, exposing her old friend below. "You two lay down on your backs next to each other," Ally ordered. "Lou, come over next to them."

The three men lay next to one another, with their team leader in the middle. "Why settle for one when you can feast on two," Ally said with a smile. "When I'm on Cliff, you suck Brock. When I move to Brock, you have your way with Lou. Between the two of us, let's drain these three." Ally looked at Cliff, who had already experienced what was coming. "I'm starting with you." Ally dropped her head again, downing Cliff's long black pulsating dick down her throat. Cliff let out a gasp.

Stroking Lou's dick with her left hand, Jen went to work consuming Brock's meat. It was easily the largest she had ever experienced. Back and forth, the ladies worked like well-oiled machines, relentlessly stroking and sucking the three men's dicks.

The three women worked the five men, determined to finish them off, for the first time, before the half. Ally had already had a head start on Cliff. More than anything, she wanted to drink his sweet cum as if she were drinking water from a fire hydrant. Brock was quickly losing his endurance to the non-stop double-teaming action by Ally and Jen. Lou was defenseless against Jen's large tits bouncing in front of his eyes as she simultaneously worked him and Brock. Ally and Jen knew if one went, they would have all three.

Suzy squeezed tighter as she felt the warm members in her hands thicken with impending explosion. "Cover my face," Suzy begged, jacking off their minds as her hands and mouth worked their dicks. "Who's going to be first to cover me?" she challenged. "Who's the first cum I swallow? I'll get both, but the first is always best." Suzy spoke from experience.

Dizzy with impending explosive orgasm, Rudy glanced at the large screen across the room. "The game has started," Rudy cried out, half begging, half disappointed. Groans filled the room. The men felt pride at their ability to hold out, but ached for relief. 

"Damn," Jen said, tasting the pre-cum emerging from Lou's throbbing dick. Everyone knew that thirty more seconds - one more commercial - and the room would have been covered in their man-juices. 

"There is still 28 seconds left in the half," Rudy added, hoping there might be one more score, any score.

All five men lay around the room in a daze, with their exposed dicks throbbing from the attention. The women all stood up, mostly covered by their clothing, except for Suzy's tits. The Broncos took a knee after the first snap, sending both teams into the locker room for halftime. 

"Too bad the Steelers left 28 seconds on the clock when they scored," Ally teased. "If they took it down to the half, we'd get the whole 12 minutes to have our way with you boys."

"Instead, you get 12 minutes to recover," Jen said with renewed confidence. We're only half way through the game. We still have the entire second half."

"And if there is anything the Steelers are better at than the first half of a game, it's the second half," Suzy added.

Cocky and confident, the women high-fived in the center of the room. The first half had gone well for them. The men took advantage of the half-time break to recover. The women used the beer to clean their palates, to get ready for the next course. The men drank more beer to prepare for what was ahead.

"So Brock," Ally said with shameless cockiness. "How confident are you still feeling about this new hall of fame offense of the Broncos?"

"Game's not over," Brock answered.

"Are you willing to up the ante?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" Brock asked back. "We're leaving it all pretty much out there already," he said, still awkwardly exposed from the waist down.

"Actually, we're just getting started," she quipped sarcastically. "Still believing?"

"Yeah, we are," he said for the group. "It might have been a slow start, but they're finding their way."

"I hope for your sake, it's in time," Ally taunted more. 

"There's a lot of football left," Rudy attempted to answer convincingly.

"Believers. I like that," Ally encouraged, baiting them for her challenge. "How far?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" Brock answered.

"Let's say winners take all, really means winners take all. In addition to everything we have already agreed to (which I am enjoying by the way)," she said taking another glance below his waist, "we wager our proposals. We all agree to sign off on the proposal of the city with the winning football team. Broncos win, you get us all night, and your proposal in the morning, no questions asked. If not, it goes the other way."

"Ally! No! What are you doing? We can't risk that?" Jen blurted out.

"There is a difference between a gamble and a sure thing," Ally said confidently. "I know a sure thing when I'm sucking on it."

Suzy laughed. 

"Gentlemen, no more wasting time in that conference room tomorrow morning and for how many days after," Ally argued. "You won't get a better offer from us. Here's the deal: if you turn this down, then none of us are leaving Atlanta with anything less than my team's current proposal, period. I won't budge. The worst decision you can make is to test me on this. So, the only way you will leave Atlanta with anything other than my team's current proposal is to accept this offer. Trust your Broncos, and you could walk away with everything, if you can still walk in the morning. If there was ever a time to be manning up as Broncos fans, it is now, don't you think?" 

"You men go huddle up over there and decide. The deal is only available until the end of halftime. 

"Damn, that's bad ass," Suzy said. 

The group of half-naked men gathered across the room to consider the proposal. Ally picked up her iPhone to snap a picture of their huddle.

"What are you doing?" Jen whispered.

"I always collect pictures of the men I bag in fantasy football," she answered. "I'll show you my collection some time. These men are as good as ours." She dropped her iPhone back into her purse.

"This could go very badly," Cliff said to the other men, still feeling the workout from the first half."

"Or it could go very well for us," Brock said. 

"There is a lot of football left in this game," Steve repeated confidently.

"But not much left in us," Lou responded.

"Speak for yourself Lou," Brock answered back. "With this challenge, I'm just getting warmed up. There is no way I want to back down on this challenge or the Broncos. We will never hear the end of it. There is also no way I want to spend another day in that conference room either. We finish this tonight. Are you with me?"

"We're in," the men agreed, breaking the huddle with hands in the center.

"It's a deal," Brock answered. "Winners take all."

3rd QUARTER

The suspense was intense at the kickoff of the second half. From now on, clothing could only be lost. The men were grateful to still have their shirts. If they had chosen differently at the 2nd quarter extra point, they would already have been stripped bare. 

The women were enjoying their lead and clear advantage. Any Steeler score would finish off the men's clothing and submit them to the real scoring part of the game. Ally and Jen relished knowing it would take at least two scoring possessions by the Broncos for them to be relieved of their clothing, barring a two-point conversion on a touchdown. They felt safe in the hands of the Steeler defense to prevent that rarity. Suzy didn't have the same luxury, but was glad for the advantage over the men.

Beyond clothing and sexual submission, the proposals that brought them all to Atlanta were now on the line. 

"Let's finish this!" Suzy yelled as her team moved across the large screen in front of her. Pittsburgh's drive moved slowly down the field for almost nine minutes, giving the men in the room more time to recover from the first half. The Bronco's stopped the Steeler offense from another third down conversion, forcing a field goal attempt. 

"Bring it," Ally yelled as the kicking team ran out on to the field. "That's all we need right now to take this game to the next level." The men knew the score was inevitable. They would be stripped by a field goal and irreversibly at the mercy of these women any time the Steelers scored the rest of the game.

"And it's good!" the announcement came from the television as the ball travelled effortlessly through the goalposts. "13 to 7 Steelers with 6:05 left in the quarter."

"It is good," Ally said at the announcement. "Men, it's time to stand up again. This game just turned an important corner." The men stood obediently, conceding the score and it's consequences. Each man's shirt came off without incident. The three mostly clothed women stood in front of their five naked male prizes. 

"This is like a dream," Jen whispered.

"What did I tell you girl," Ally answered. "Stick with me and there's no telling what might happen. Ladies, the clothes are gone. It's game time. You are only limited by your imagination." Ally moved over to Rudy and Lou to mix things up. She scooped a little chocolate from the fondue into her hand and began to stroke Rudy's dick, lubricating it with the thick warm dip, before wrapping her mouth around to taste her chocolate covered banana. She moaned, as his member served the rich chocolate down her throat. She moved over to Lou, repeating the dessert. 

Suzy saw the opportunity to move toward Cliff, admiring Ally's previous work. His hard ten inches dwarfed her small hands, as she massaged it to it's full potential. She wondered how it would be possible to wrap her mouth around it like a thick foot-long brat, and then shuddered at the thought of the pleasure and pain of her pussy being stretched by this monster slab of meat. "When the Steelers win this game today," she thought to herself, "I'm going to take every inch of this cock into my pussy to find out how much size does matter." For now, she decided, she would settle for stroking the length of this shaft with both hands while working that big black ball of a head on top with her lips and tongue.

Jen took Steve and Brock into each hand. "OK boys," she said with a confident smile of victory, "let's get this party started." She stroked and sucked their cocks, wanting to be the first girl in the room to strike white gold. The three women enjoyed their pleasure and control. If handling men were always this easy, they would take the company to new levels.

Commercials never seemed to go faster for the three women than when their mouths were devouring five cocks. The game resumed on the field, cutting short the action in the room. They were well into the third quarter and desperate for something warm to drink. All they needed was one more Steeler touchdown to give them enough commercial free time to drain every one of these men for the first time of the night. It wouldn't be long with the way their Steelers were playing, with almost a quarter and a half left to play. 

Everyone had barely retaken their seats before the three women began shouting in disbelief. "No! No! No! How the hell is this happening?"

The men's cheers of redemption drowned their shouts. "Yes! Yes! Go! Go! Go!"

The Broncos only took 36 seconds to complete an 80-yard drive to answer the Steeler's field goal with a touchdown, with an easy kick for the extra point. Denver took the lead, 14 to 13 with 5:30 left in the quarter. More importantly, the score put the men in the room back in the game. 

"Ladies," Brock announced unnecessarily. "We'd like to have you stand up so we can welcome you to our world."

"Shit," Jen said out loud. She had convinced herself she might make it through the game with most of her clothes on. That myth just evaporated like the clothing about to be removed from her body, with no chance of recovery. 

Rudy and Lou immediately surrounded Ally, ready to return the favor or her savory attention. Rudy stood in front, cupped her full breasts in each hand and pushed them together before reaching down with his fingers to unfasten the clasp in front. As he let go, the force of her released tits pushed the bra to the side, leaving it to hang purposeless off her shoulders. He lifted the bra over her arms with his fingers, allowing it to fall behind her on to Lou's head. Rudy reciprocated by dipping his fingers into the warm chocolate to paint her left tit, before devouring it into his mouth. Ally closed her eyes, dropped her head back and moaned. She felt Lou's hand behind her take hold of the top of her jeans skirt, and the small zipper at the top, before the sensation of its short descent. His hands slowly moved up the length of her long legs, caressing her skin until they stopped under her skirt. He took hold of the bottom of the skirt and moved his hands back down the length of her legs, bringing the skirt with them. A small black thong was all that remained. Ally seduced Lou by flexing the muscles of her mesmerizing bare backside, teasing for attention. Lou painted Ally's ass with her own chocolate before burying his face into her.

The moment the Broncos scored, Cliff put his arm around Suzy as if to claim her for his own. His dick was still hard and ready. He was eager to return her affections. Unlike Ally and Jen, removing two items of clothing from Suzy would leave her as naked and defenseless to him and he had just been to her. As they both stood up, Cliff's body towered over her like a tall shadow, engulfing her petite pale frame. They both smiled as he knelt down to unsnap her jeans, lower the zipper and bring them down past her tiny ass. His large lips took in her right tit as her pants fell to the floor. Suzy stepped out of them and kicked them to the side with her foot as she held his head against her breast. Cliff moved his head down her stomach, kissing her gently as he made his way past her belly button. He slid his hands down her back to take hold of each ass cheek as he approached her love box. The strings of her thong came up over her hips. The small fabric of material in front proudly displayed the Steeler logo. 

"You are loyal, aren't you," Cliff said. 

"It's a Steeler pussy," she boasted.

"Not tonight," he answered, as he took hold of the strings over each hip and removed the last piece of clothing on her body. She felt her body melt like butter as his strong arms laid her naked body on her back in front of him. Unlike her teammates, her body was now completely surrendered to the mercy of what the Steelers do on the field, and the desires of the men in the room. "Your pussy just became the property of the Denver Broncos," he said. Suzy opened her legs, conceding with anticipation his reciprocation. She closed her eyes as she felt the lips of her vagina spread, and saw his head lower between her knees with his large tongue readying for what it had come for. Both moaned as the size and texture of his muscular tongue worked its magic on her captive pussy. With the exception of one night with a sorority sister in college, Suzy had never experienced the skill of a tongue like his. Her body tingled from his mastery. 

Jen watched as Brock and Steve visually undressed her, before they began to make it real. They knew she was nervous and enjoyed building the suspense. She braced in anticipation of feeling their hands release her bra from the back and feeling her shorts lowered to her feet. Their appetites and the resumption of the game then would be the only limits of what would happen next. She watched as Ally's body was being painted with chocolate and consumed like a delicacy across the room. Ally moaned in delight as if she asked them to do it. Suzy's small body was hidden from sight on the other side of Cliff's large frame, but it was clear from both of their moans that he was taking full advantage of her in the moment. Beads of sweat further moistened Jen's cleavage as she looked up at Brock and Steve. 

"Two items of clothing," Brock announced to Steve, and we have three to choose from."

"Oh god," Jen thought, not sure if she said it out loud. She assumed they would take her bra and shorts, leaving her with her thong, like Ally. "They have other options!" her thoughts raced. "They have the same option I had when I left them with only their shirts."

"I say we return the favor," Brock said, as if reading Jen's mind. "I say we free up her cunt like she freed up our dicks."

"Oh shit. Oh shit," she thought. She felt her pussy moisten with nervous arousal.

"I've been waiting for those huge black tits all night," Steve confessed. I'm ready to get lost in those girls."

Jen felt a surge of relief. She had never wanted to have a man get lost in her tits more than she did in that moment. She was ready to take her bra off herself and bury Steve in mammary affection. She smiled seductively at him in response to his confession. "You man enough for them?" she asked, to bait his decision. 

Steve took the bait and answered with actions. He unclasped the white lacy bra from behind, and moved his hands from behind to squeeze her large firm tits in each hand. 

"Oh, yes," he said, continuing to massage them. 

Brock reached down to the waist of Jen's shorts and pulled them down her long rich legs. "Damn." Jen's white thong against her black skin was soaking wet with arousal. "Damn," Brock said again. "This girl is ready." Jen's felt her arousal begin to overtake her nerves. She had never had sex with more than one man at a time. She could resist what was happening, or let herself go to take full advantage of the moment. Steve moved around to take one of her overwhelming tits into his mouth to consume as much as he could. She felt Brock's hands stroking the inside of her legs, coming perilously close to her soaked love box. 

"Oh, god," Suzy said as her head moved from side to side. The strokes of Cliff's tongue felt like a magnet drawing every erotic nerve throughout her body. Her nipples jumped to attention, almost like flags waving him on. "Oh, god, Oh, god!" she cried, knowing she would not be able to hold back the orgasm very much longer. The women had vowed to take the men first, if not often before they would give it up. Suzy felt defenseless with Cliff, and loved every second. Cliff knew he was about to enjoy the first full drink of pussy for the night. "Oh, god. Oh, god, here it comes! Here it comes."

"Game," Jen announced urgently, signifying the end of the Bronco's scoring round, and an attempt to provide interference for Suzy. After three minutes of commercials, voices of game commentators came back on the television. Jen pointed to the talking heads on the screen. As much as Ally enjoyed the attention of the men, she was ready for the ladies to take back control of the action. She and Jen still had one piece of clothing to leverage; the men were defenseless. She could tell Suzy was close to orgasm, almost to the point of no return. She was ready for another Steeler score that would put them back in charge. The sexual activity paused, as everyone laid back for a moment to catch their breath.

After 20 seconds of benign comments, the broadcasters announced, "We'll be right back after this commercial break."

"They're going back to commercials," Lou said. "The game's not back on yet."




Fantasy Football



Chuck Harper slid the stat sheets into the last media packet in the pile and let out a long sigh.

Lord knows there are tougher jobs out there, he thought, and plenty of other South Carolina undergrads who would give an arm to take his place in the Sports Information Director's office. But it had been a long day.

Tomorrow, South Carolina would play host to Clemson in the biggest football game in the state. For the first time in forever, both teams were ranked in the Top 10. The sports writers' zoo -- always huge for the Gamecocks-Tigers rivalry -- this year included reporters from Sports Illustrated, The New York Times and The Washington Post.

Chuck sipped a bottle of water and closed his eyes. It wasn't the additional press kits that had worn him out. It was the extra pressure from his boss, Skip Carpenter, to have everything perfect a full day before the media corps began filing into the press box at Williams-Brice Stadium.

Carpenter was grouchy enough on Saturdays when the Cocks had a four-touchdown lead over Bumfuck U. The week before the Clemson game brought out demons that Chuck never knew existed.

Chuck took another sip and sighed again. Thank God, that's over, he thought. Now, bring on the Tigers.

"Harper!"

Skip's booming voice burst Chuck's serenity.

"Yeah, Skip?"

"Got a special assignment for you," Skip said. "Come into my office."

So much for serenity, Chuck thought.

He stood up and stretched his lean frame, then walked into Skip's cluttered office.

"Yes, sir?" he asked.

"Don't know if you've ever heard of Robert Cunningham," Skip said. "Hot shot lawyer. Gives a ton of money to the athletics department. He's one of those guys we like to make feel special, if you know what I mean."

"Yes, sir," Chuck said. He knew all too well what that meant.

"Good," Skip said. "Cunningham's throwing a giant tailgate party tomorrow in one of the Cockaboose cars. He ordered some kind of special wine for the deal, but it didn't get to the States until today. It's stuck in a warehouse at the harbor in Charleston. I need you to go get it for him."

"In Charleston?" Chuck asked. "Jesus, Skip, that's two hours away. When does he need it?"

"Well, he can't exactly throw a party without wine," Skip said. "When the hell do you think he needs it? If you don't feel like making the drive tonight, I need you there first thing in the morning -- no later than 8 a.m., when it opens. Be back with the wine by 11 -- and don't be late!"

Chuck suddenly felt even more exhausted than he had before walking into Skip's office.

"Yes, sir," he said wearily.

This was shaping up to be some weekend.

* * *

Chuck's pickup truck sped down I-26 Saturday morning. Despite the week of hell, it felt good to be on the road under a clear November sky. He listened to sports talk radio and thought about the game -- the one he'd be watching soon from a press box seat on the 50-yard line for free.

Yeah, he admitted to himself, there were worse ways to make a buck.

It took about a half an hour to sort through the red tape and details, then load the wine into the back of his truck.

"Alain Jaume Chateauneuf-du-Pape Domaine Grand Veneur Les Origines," he read aloud in a mangled accent. Three cases.

Whatever, Mr. Cunningham, Chuck thought. Think I deserve a bottle myself for all the trouble.

He closed the tailgate and started the Chevy. At least I'm making good time, he thought.

Chuck rolled into the Cockaboose lot at 10:45 a.m. The Cockabooses are a line of 22 railroad cars permanently parked just outside the stadium on a strip of track bought by a developer in the '90s. They're privately owned, but occasionally leased out on game day. Chuck found the Cunninghams' carriage, decked out, of course, in garnet and black. A Hummer was parked nearby.

Subtle, Chuck thought with a smirk.

He parked his truck close to the railroad car, opened the tailgate and pulled out the first case of wine. Then he climbed the steps and walked through the open door.

A graying man in a black sport coat sat near the doorway, talking on a cellphone. He smiled when he saw Chuck's cargo.

"Hold on a sec, Don," he said. "The Chateauneuf! Buddy, I'm glad to see you. Take it all the way to the back, pardner."

The guy resumed his conversation as Chuck made his way down the aisle to the bar at the back of the car. Chuck looked around for someone to offer him more instructions, but the guy who greeted him -- presumably Cunningham -- was busy yakking.

Chuck hefted the case onto the bar, and the glasses above tinkled merrily from the bump.

A plump gorgeous blonde in a low-cut black dress suddenly stood up behind the bar.

"Whoops!" she said. "Oh, sweetie, thank Jesus, you're here. This would have been one miserable afternoon without you!"

Chuck smiled. She looked to be in her early 40s -- blonde hair, long garnet fingernails, nice big boobs jiggling slightly as she cleaned wine glasses and hung them in the overhead rack.

"Um, where do you want this?" he asked.

"Right there's fine," she said. "Is there more?"

"Two more cases," Chuck said.

"Well, thank God, Robert did something right," she responded. "I mean, I love football, but let's be adults here."

She smiled back at Chuck, and he blushed. 

She was hot in a rich -- not slutty -- way. Nice legs, ass and cleavage, Chuck thought, but plenty of expensive baubles to put a fence around the property.

Chuck turned around and went back to the truck. Ol' Mrs. Cunningham is pretty easy on the eyes, he thought.

He pulled out the next case and carried it back inside.

"Give me one sec," she said, after he made his way back to the bar. She had stowed most of the bottles from the first case on one of the shelves.

"I think we can stack that one and the other case over here on the floor until we need them," she said.

Chuck carried the wine around the bar and bent down to slide the case into a corner. Mrs. Cunningham gave him another smile as his arm brushed against her legs.

"Excuse me," Chuck said, blushing again.

"That's quite all right, darlin'," she said. "Goodness, baby, you should be out on that football field today. Cocks could use a fine, strong man like you."

Chuck laughed nervously.

"I think they're gonna be all right," he said. "They've sure had a helluva year."

"Yes, they have," she replied. "Do you play ball?"

"I did in high school," he said. "Summerton. Safety on defense. A little bit of tight end my junior year."

"You played for Coach McClinton?" she asked. "My daddy coached football in Spartanburg. Daddy thought the world of Coach Mac."

Robert Cunningham walked up behind Chuck.

"Was it just two cases?" he asked, looking at the wine Chuck had unloaded.

"No, sir," Chuck said. "There's one more on the truck. I'll go get it."

Good lord, he thought. Guy's almost as bad as Skip.

Chuck returned with the final case and walked once more to the back of the train car. Mrs. Cunningham had disappeared.

Damn, Chuck thought. Where'd she go?

He walked around the bar to slide the case next to the other, and there she was, leaning over to look inside a drawer. Chuck took in a glorious view of cleavage and smiled. Mrs. Cunningham had a garnet Gamecock decal on her big left titty.

She caught his smile as she looked up at him.

"Like my show of school spirit, sweetheart?" she said in a soft voice. "You should see the rest of what he's perched on."

They both stood up, and Chuck felt a sudden rush of blood to his face ... and elsewhere. Holy Jesus. Did she really just say --

"I appreciate the help," Mr. Cunningham said from behind Chuck.

Mrs. Cunningham went back to wiping wine glasses, and Chuck looked for a window to jump through.

"C'mon out and let's talk a minute," Cunningham continued.

Oh, shit, Chuck thought. I'm fuckin' dead.

His mind raced, trying to come up with some kind of plausible story, but as they descended the train car steps, Cunningham surprised him even further by pulling out a wallet.

"Here ya go," he said gruffly. Chuck accepted a crisp $50 bill.

"Mr. Cunningham," he stuttered. "You don't have to ... I mean ... thanks!"

Cunningham held onto the bill for a few seconds.

"Now here's the deal," he said. "Game starts at 4 and probably will be over by 7:30 or so at the latest. Skip's gonna be working your tail off, I'm sure.

"My wife and I are headed to Hilton Head tonight as soon as the Cocks win this thing. I need you to do me one more favor. Come back here after you finish and load up the wine we don't drink. This shit's too expensive to leave. If you'll take it to my house sometime tomorrow and leave it in the garage, my sister will give you another $50 when you're done. Deal?"

Holy shit, Chuck thought again. A hundred bucks for something Skip was going to make him do for nothing?

"Deal!" he said enthusiastically.

"Great," said Cunningham. "Now here's an extra key to the train car, and here's my address. Thank you for doing this. Tell Skip to go screw himself."

Chuck and Cunningham shared a laugh. Then Chuck climbed into his pickup and drove over to the stadium.

* * *

Sunday morning rarely looked so gorgeous. Chuck bounced down the steps of his apartment and hummed as he climbed into the truck.

"Forty-two to seven-fuckin-teen!" he said aloud with a smile. "How bout those fuckin Cocks! About the only thing that could top this would be another crisp $50 bill. Oh, wait ... I'm gonna get one of those, too!"

He laughed and turned the key to start the engine.

Then he gunned the truck and headed toward the home of one Robert Cunningham.

* * *

A short while later, he stood on the porch, waiting for Cunningham's sister. The door opened slightly and a woman peered out at him. Chuck's jaw almost hit the ground.

It was the blonde he had met on the Cunninghams' train car Saturday.

"Are you ... I thought ... I mean ..." he stammered. "Where's Mr. Cunningham's sister?"

She laughed and opened the door a little wider. Chuck practically crash-landed at her feet.

She was half-naked -- a pink South Carolina jersey and little else. Bare legs, bare feet and an ankle bracelet. Black toenails to complement her garnet fingernails.

"We never really did introduce ourselves yesterday, did we," she said. "Robert's my brother, and I'm Roxy. Nice to meet you."

She opened the door and Chuck walked into the foyer. The house was huge and immaculate -- hardwood floors, a heavy mahogany secretary, giant plants in Oriental pots.

"So how was the ... um ... tailgating?" Chuck asked.

"God, what a bore," she said. "All those stuffy lobbyists and legislators. I don't think a single one of em knew enough about football to get their jocks on straight. My brother sure can spend a shitload of money for an incredible game that nobody but me wanted to watch."

"Sorry for my ... um ... lack of clothing," she said with a sly smile. "I hardly ever get dressed on football Sundays."

Chuck swallowed and admired Roxy's long naked legs and generous ass. From all the bouncing going on under her jersey, it was clear she didn't care to bother with bras on football Sundays, either.

She led him into the greatroom and casually fell onto a sofa, tits jiggling, legs carelessly spread across the cushions.

A large flat-screen television was airing the Panthers game. A laptop at Roxy's side was open to Stat Tracker -- a program that updated her Fantasy Football team's score in real time.

"Oh, Drew Brees," she said to the computer screen. "What I wouldn't give to show you my gratitude for all the points you've scored for my little ol' Beers and TDs."

Then, looking back at Chuck, she explained, "That's the name of my fantasy team."

"Oh," Chuck said, suddenly unable to string together more than one or two words without tripping over his tongue.

"Have a seat, hon," she said, patting the cushion beside her. "It'll be fun to watch football with someone who really knows the game."

Chuck took the seat beside her. Despite the initial awkwardness of the situation, he was quickly warming up to Roxy's idea of how to spend a Sunday afternoon.

"Now let me ask you something," she said. "You played safety, right?"

"Yeah," he said. "Safety on D and a little bit of tight end my junior year."

Roxy sat up straight, and Chuck couldn't help up but notice her nipples standing at attention under her jersey.

"So how do you like these stacked formations everyone seems to be ogling over?" she asked, innocently.

"Um ..." Chuck felt his face turn red again.

"Or are you one of those plug-the-gap boys?" she continued. "Just look for the hole and smother that motherfucker."

"Yeah," Chuck said, stumbling. "On a safety blitz, I usually just ... um ... hit the hole."

"I'll bet you did," Roxy said softly. "I'll just bet you did."

She slid a little closer to Chuck, pressing her tits against his arm.

"I'll bet you got off in that backfield, didn't you. Just gettin in that kitchen and making it all messy? Lay some wood on some fucker and leave your mark?"

"Are you ... um ..." Chuck stammered. "Are we still talking about ... you know ... football?"

"Well, of course we are, silly," she said. "What else could we be talking about?"

She drew even closer to Chuck and lowered her voice to a near whisper.

"Hey," she purred. "How 'bout those Cocks?"

Whatever misconception Chuck might have clung to about the true nature of their conversation melted like a sliver of ice in a Columbia summer. Roxy closed her smoky blue eyes and parted her lips. Chuck leaned in to kiss her.

She moaned and tackled his tongue with her own. Roxy put a hand on the front of his jeans and felt his dick grow hard in her grasp.

"Oh, baby," she murmured. "I have plans for this."

She unbuckled his belt with a rough jerk, then yanked it out of its loops. The buckle clanged on the floor as she dropped it. Her eyes were piercing his now, never looking at what her hands were doing.

She wrenched open his fly, almost pulling off the button in the process. Then she scratched his meat with her claws, smiling wickedly as he winced.

"Oh, yeah," she said in a low voice. "Now that's what I call a fuck stick."

She pulled up his polo shirt and grazed his chest tenderly with her lips. She could smell his cologne and the musky scent of his worked up cock.

"Baby, baby, baby," she said, her hands now diving into his boxers and fondling his nut sack. She found his left nipple with her teeth and slowly bit down.

"Fuck!" Chuck said, surprised by the pain.

"Oh, we will, sweetheart," she said. "We most certainly will."

Roxy pulled back and smiled. Chuck's cock throbbed uncomfortably, caught in a painful right angle by the cloth of his boxers.

He started to reach down to readjust, but Roxy caught his wrist in her hand.

"I'll take care of it, baby," she said. "You just watch."

She slowly pulled the bottom of the jersey up over her voluptuous body. The giant breasts Chuck had been dreaming about since meeting her spilled into his face. They were fat and a little saggy with big brown areolas. Roxy pulled his head into her chest and sighed. Chuck's hot breath burned her skin.

"You like those big ol' titties?" she asked. "Just wait'll I beat your dick with them."

She slipped a hand between their stomachs and into her own flimsy panties. Chuck could feel her fingers urgently fucking herself as he licked and sucked her big nipples.

Roxy pulled her hand away from her twat and slowly raised her fingers to within a few centimeters of his lips and hers. She breathed in deeply, and Chuck enjoyed the rise and fall of her bare breasts against his chest.

"I love the smell of pussy in the morning," she said. "It smells like ... I'm gonna get fucked."

Then she spread her fingers and noisily sucked one into her mouth. Chuck sucked the other one, greedily slurping her pungent juice. Their tongues met again and tangled.

"Chuck," she said, breathlessly after breaking away. "Would you please lick my pussy?"

He fell to his knees on the floor in front of the couch. Roxy slipped out of her panties, then threw her legs high into the air. Her fingers brushed through a wet, tawny mat of hair before spreading her fat pussy lips. Chuck leered at her pink, gaping fuck hole.

"Come on, baby," she said, panting. "Fucking eat it!"

He dove in -- lips, tongue, nose, face. She had him by the neck, her hungry cunt trying to swallow him whole. Chuck's cock banged into the sofa as he face-fucked her. Roxy was screaming bloody murder.

"Oh, fuckin jezus, yes!" she cried. "Fuck, that feels so fuckin good! Smother that hole, you bastard! Suck my fuckin cunt!"

Her soft pink pussy was warm and delicious. Whenever Chuck pulled away to take a breath, Roxy slowly tugged on her big thick lips and clit, her bright red nails giving him a sloppy wet twat show. A study in scarlet, Chuck thought with a smile.

"See my clit?" she said, lewdly pulling her bud. "That's the little program chip that makes me a slut. Make her happy, Chuck. Please?"

He trained his tongue on her joy buzzer. Roxy wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him closer.

"Oh, god, oh fuck, oh Jesus!" she screamed. "You make her dance so fuckin' good!"

Even with her sweaty thighs clamped tightly around his ears, Chuck could sense her pending orgasm. He shoved two fingers into her hole as his tongue shifted into a higher gear.

For all of the strength and intensity she had shown him in the previous 15 minutes, Roxy suddenly went limp. Her legs felt soft and flaccid as they fell outstretched to the couch. The fast string of vulgar commands gave way to a long, almost melodic wail. 

"Oh, god," she said. "God ... god ... god ... that's sooooo fuckin' incredible!"

Chuck ceased the rapid fire tongue lashing and tenderly kissed the inside of her left thigh. Roxy's pussy smelled like a hothouse garden of lust. Chuck's boner practically screamed for relief.

He raised his head, looked at her and smiled.

Roxy's honey blonde tresses splayed luxuriously over the cushions of the couch. She opened her eyes and gave a weak smile to Chuck in return.

"Holy fuck," she said softly. "That was fucking amazing."

She slowly pulled herself up and leaned on an elbow. Her big tits jiggled lazily in the light.

Christ, Chuck thought. Most incredible body ever.

She reached down and raked her nails through Chuck's hair, slick and wet from sweat and her orgasm.

"Poor baby," she said with a chuckle. "Gave you quite a workout, didn't I?"

Chuck grinned and licked his lips. Her juices were tangy and delicious. His meat throbbed again. Good god, he was about to burst.

"I want to suck your dick," she said. "But first you have to fuck my swampy cunt. Something tells me you might be up to the challenge."

Chuck stretched, then pulled off the rest of his clothes. He got to his feet, his cock standing up like a ball bat.

"Oh yeah," Roxy said. "Definitely up to the challenge."

She stood up, too. Chuck hadn't realized how short she was. The top of her head barely reached his chin.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight. There's no feeling quite like the soft billowy glory of a plump woman's generous body, he thought. Roxy felt his raging hard-on practically tap-dancing against her belly.

"What's your pleasure, football boy," she asked. "Here's a hint: I'll go nympho on your ass if you fuck me like a dog."

"That sounds like a game plan," Chuck returned. "Let's hit it, baby."

Roxy turned around and wiggled her big fat ass.

"Think you can find the hole?" she asked with a smile.

She walked around to the back of the couch. Then she leaned forward and placed her right knee on top of the back of the sofa. She grabbed the furniture with both hands and looked back at Chuck.




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"I know this is a little off kilter," she said. "But this'll really stretch my pussy open, and I'm gonna need all the help I can get for that big piece of sausage."

The smell of Roxy's steamy twat filled Chuck's senses. He put his hands on the cheeks of her ivory white ass, enjoying the feel and the view. The wet pink hole of Roxy's cunt glistened, and Chuck shoved his dick inside.

"Oh, sweet god, that feels so fuckin good," she sighed.

Roxy's pussy queefed as Chuck's big rod pushed the air out of her hole. It sounded nasty, and Chuck liked nasty. He grabbed her ass and fucked her hard. Roxy welcomed the blitz.

"That's right, lover, pound that cunt," she urged. "Holy fuck, that's a big cock. Fuck me silly, baby."

Chuck's heavy nuts banged Roxy's clit as he went at it. He could see her big tits bounce up and down in the reflection of a mirror across the room. Roxy noticed his leer and gave him a sexy smile.

"Fuck my gooey hole, baby," she said. "It's been forever since I've had a nice big dick up my steamy cunt."

Chuck groaned loudly and hammered Roxy's pussy. His body felt a sensual overload -- his eyes feasting on her big jiggling body; his nose and tongue bombarded by her hot wild-animal scent and taste; his hands and cock man-handling the soft, ample folds of her ass and twat; and all the while Roxy's magnolia-dipped voice urging him on.

"Oh, fuck yes, sugar! Bang my deep, sweet honey hole. Get that big fuck stick all covered in pussy sap. I'm gonna suck up every fuckin' drop!"

He could feel his engine starting. The power of a thousand stallions driving his load into one big pumping piston.

"Roxy," he sputtered. "Roxy ... I'm gonna fuckin' cum!"

She jerked herself forward and fell to her knees so quickly Chucked blinked in surprise when he saw her on the floor.

But it was nothing compared to his astonishment when he saw her open her mouth and swallow his meat in a fraction of a second. Her fingers tickled his asshole as she shoved his dick down her throat.

This was no lick-and-tease blowjob. This was a full-on face fucking.

Roxy slurped, grunted and groaned with just as much volume and enthusiasm as she had mustered during their fuck. She sounded even nastier, Chuck thought, more primal and ...

He lost his train of thought as his cock began to throb. 

Roxy pulled away for one second, and looked him in the eye. 

"C'mon, baby," she said in a low, guttural voice. "Give me that fuckin goo."

Then she swallowed him again. Her sweet red lips tickling his black pubic hair as Chuck's dick began to explode.

"Oh, god! Oh, fuck!" he yelled. Roxy tickled his balls with her tongue. She drove two fingers deep into his asshole and smiled to herself. 

Chuck's big meat stick sprayed her tonsils like a firehose. She could taste his hot salty spunk along with her own pussy funk. Now that, she thought, is a fuckin' cocktail.

Chuck held onto the sofa to keep himself from toppling over. His legs had turned to jelly.

Roxy snorted, slurped and swallowed. She helped Chuck sit down on the couch. Then she spread his legs and went back to his cock, noisily licking off the erotic sticky mess that covered his loins.

After a while, Roxy gently kissed her way up his chest. He could smell the heavy nasty mix of their juices on her breath and skin. Without warning, she attacked his mouth with her lips, pushing her tongue deep into his soul. 

God, this is nasty, he thought, as she fucked his mouth with the sloppy residue left over from their fuck.

She pulled away at last and looked at him with a naughty smile.

"Betcha weren't expecting that, were you, babe?" she asked.

She pulled his head into the plush sensual pillows of her bosom and looked for a minute at the television.

"Next game starts at 4," she said. "Think you'll be up for another fuck by then?"

Behind closed eyes, Chuck smiled to himself and nuzzled her tits. 

Easiest hundred bucks ever made.