I grew up in a po-dunk town in northern Ohio known for It's alcoholic judge's that liked nothing more than to hand out DUI's., along with any violation that would quickly relieve honest, fun loving locals of their hard earned Christmas cash.
This band of "above the law" thieves was so heartless, they didn't pick on out of towners, they went after their own, the ones that they grew up with. So we had: "Santa" (the judge), and his little elves, which were none other than, "The NPD". I had the misfortune to grow up with the judge's kid as well as one of the elves kids, both of them were of course, best of idiots (friends).
They had it in for me, even way before I made the front page for my "DUI". I was a :football, wrestler, hockey,and baseball natural. I wasn't huge, but just like making love with what you have, I made the best of my size! I had plenty of heart to drive this lean mean tackling machine!
I was very pleased the day they signed up for offense as a running back and a receiver! I played, middle line backer, despite my weight. In my freshman year, I didn't make varsity, but the varsity coach used me for a tackling dummy, to give his all star running backs some fresh blood to try and run through. I didn't mean to hurt any of them, but I wanted that varsity spot. I was latter referred to as: the hardest hitting ball player my coach ever had!
Unfortunately for me, these blooming idiots, I'll call them Thing 1 and Thing 2, didn't make varsity either, so they were stuck on the freshman squad as well, but since I practiced with the big boys, I never got the chance to tackle them in practice.
Thing 1 was the worst, with thing 2 in tow, ready to act upon all Thing 1's ideas. they would tease when I was sleeping in English class, and was called upon to answer a previously discussed question. Always trying to make me look bad in one way or the other, with the sole purpose of improving their own caricature.
They not only screwed with me, but many other good hearted folks as well. They would do devious little things that would hurt many, or just one, and leave no signature. Hiding behind their insecure little innocent reputation as outstanding sons of judge's and cops. For me, It wasn't a matter of stopping the bullshit, it was a matter of how.
One day while drinking and carrying on with the cheerleaders and several other football players, we decided to do just that, put an end to their antics. As I was running my hands inside Genie's blouse, I said, hey you guys, lets do this thing. Tammy would you and Terra pose as horny cheerleaders with a desire for Things 1 and 2? After Terra relieved Steve's cock from her mouth she said sure, I heard Thing 2 is hung like a horse anyhow! Tammy also agreed, but refused to let go of Chris's manhood.
About that time,Genie quit squirming from the sensation of my newly placed fingers, which were now up her skirt and well into her panties! She said dammit scooter, I can only break free from my parents so often,,,can't we discuss this later? I licked my fingers, rubbed her clit, then slid into the promised land! Wet, warm and very slippery, to the point I went from 1 to 3 fingers easily, yet managed to rub her clit with my thumb. As her panties started to tear, I simply removed them with my teeth and spit them out of harms way.
Genie was "thee cheerleader", prettiest one on the whole squad. Yet still a virgin, I wasn't about to ruin the chance of collecting my first cherry, along with the hopes of finally penetrating the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen. Blonde, well trimmed, and soft as a fresh peach! I started licking her clit, just like the books said, then fearlessly entered her with my tongue, she opened wide and welcomed me! I never missed a single spot, I licked everything below her pantie line, then as I worked my way to her breast, I took a moment to whisper, I need your pussy, I cant play football without it, I'll do anything!
She worked her self into a more suitable position and pulled me into her, I was so horny, I tried to insert before removing my trousers! I finally managed to pull my pants down to my ankles. With pre cum dripping all the way back up her legs and strait for her opened lips, I had no trouble sliding in for the first time for both of us! I laid there, she moaned, dug her nails into my back, bucked into me again, I said to myself,,,"game on", I kept slipping out, but learned to shorten the stroke and reinsert, very quickly. We were both full of energy and quite in sync before long. Just as I felt that I could hold back no longer.
Genie whispered, I want you to cum in me, deep in me! I was already shooting well into her, and it felt as if it would never end. I finally had nothing left, panting as if I had just run back an interception, I asked her if she enjoyed it as I did? She said she thought she got off, but wasn't real sure. She grabbed my ass, squeezed, and then started scratching me all over with those sexie pink nails of hers! I loved it, and asked, if you continue to do that, I'll make sure you get off again and again, and I'll do any thing you ask, but I meant it this time!
The next day after practice, me and a few others grabbed another 12 pack and some weed, and set out for adventure! We stopped to see Tammy, Terra was also there. I said, There's a pep rally this Friday, and If Tammy and Terra seduce Things 1 and 2 into following them to the stage during study hall, you know, where we hide every now and then to avoid English class? I'm sure they could put them in a compromising situation in no time! Then just before I open the curtains, you and Tammy can slide on out of there. There's going to be parents there and everything. We all agreed on a plan and waited for our moment.
Tammy and Terra should have been actress's. As the curtains went up that Friday, the town idiots chance's of being the next Judge, and chief of police, also went up,,, in smoke!
There was Thing 1 hand cuffed to 2, nude, and bound at the hips with a chain wrapped just tight enough that they were about 2 inch's from each other, with their little tools touching, both of them hard as rocks,,,,LOL. MR.and Mrs. Juvenile Judge, were so embarrassed,they just sat there, while the brave cop ran to the stage and fumbled with the cuffs to no avail, screaming, what the hell do you 2 think your doing?
I felt just a bit sorry. Thing 2 committed suicide 3 years latter,and they still don't know the where abouts of 1. I guess the moral of this story is about doing the right thing. Not sneaking around, hiding behind every thing, including your PC. Be a man, or woman, what ever the case may be. It's not about winning over someone else, so much as having fun and winning, if you must, but fairly. I personally don't mind losing occasionally, as Genie has a soft, wet spot for underdogs!
This semi true story is dedicated to all who suffer from the "Phantom de-rater" Yes, the person/s that for some reason deliberately rates great stories poorly. Maybe in hopes his/ hers will fair better. Or maybe just to be devious. I write because I enjoy it. Some folks on here are very serious, and expend a great deal of time and effort into their work. If I were to rate poorly, I would give an explanation as to why. This allows the author the chance to at least consider my point of view, and possibly improve their next story. In this way, we would all read the best stories. Its the honorable thing to do. In hockey, I was the hit man. Sent out on the ice to create havoc, while the great players scored! Some things never change. "scooter"
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