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Opis ebooka Pom Pom Pussy - Adult Erotica - Sand Wayne

A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.

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Pom Pom Pussy

CHAPTER ONEBig Jim Cade climbed wearily out of his football uniform. Naked, reeling with exhaustion, he limped to the showers. Today's drill had been a bruising sonofabitch, but it had yielded the desired results. Their scrimmaging had sharpened considerably, the blocking improved, and the team was also exercising better deception for their pass plays. But as field captain and star quarterback for State Tech, he knew the squad had a long way to go before their season opener with Valley City, which was why he had remained here in the locker room long after the other players had headed for home. He had wanted to review the play diagrams, seeking a fail-safe to thwart enemy blitzes. But neither the blackboard nor his tired mind had borne him the answers he sought, and he supposed he was pressing too hard, forgetting the advice he frequently imported to his teammates, which was simply this: Don't over-condition; it makes you stale. Stale and uptight. And the thing to do was forget football for a night. Cut out, split the scene, get yourself a girl. Or to get real hairy about it, go get fucked!Standing spread-legged in the shower, letting the hot spray tantalize his strong lean body, he was surprised by the swiftness of his reaction to the thought of fucking. Just the mere mention of fucking was enough to excite him, and now looking down at himself, he saw that his balls had swollen slightly and his cock was thicker and half-erect.Time for a piece of ass, he told himself. Time to lower himself between Parti's outstretched thighs. Time to crawl on top of his eighteen year old cheerleader girlfriend and shove his throbbing cock up her blond cunt. Wow! how she'd groan. And wiggle her ass? Christ, nobody wiggled like Parti. like a goddamn snake. A young hellcat who loved her fucking and wasn't ashamed to tell him. The prettiest mink he'd ever known, and while she was several years his junior and there were a lot of bridges to cross, the thought of marrying Patti was entire acceptable. He'd been dating her for about three months, but that had been time enough for him to realize he was in love with her.He was motionless now. Dreamy-eyed, thinking of Patti, letting the hot spray caress his stiffening cock, pretending it was Patti's hand. She loved, simply loved to jack him off. And it wasn't that she sought to avoid fucking-heavens, no!-but being able to take his big cock in her soft teenage hands, stroking hell out of it, teasing him, tickling his balls, was a gratifying substitute for her-and him-when circumstances made it impossible for them to fuck. She loved to see him grow excited, to hear him moan and watch him twist under her grasp. And when the excitement was too much to bear, Patti would whisper and coax him to come, and seconds later his cock would shoot all over her hands.The pleasure was a two-way street. Patti's pink-lipped cunt would grow very wet when she jacked him off-she readily confessed this-whereupon, privacy permitting, he was obliged to do the same to her-jack her off. Stick his finger up her cunt, then work it back and forth until, eyes squeezed shut, clasping his arms, she came.With sudden consciousness, he realized he was playing with himself. Holding onto his cock, rubbing it. He immediately released himself. That was Patti's job, he reminded himself. And he was meeting her in twenty minutes, so let her devise and deliver his pleasures.He toweled himself, dressed in a light-blue jumpsuit that was not un-like the color of his eyes, slipped on a pair of loafers, then padded to a ramp at the other end of the stadium. Patti and four other high school cheerleaders were completing a practice session down on the playing field.He took a seat, waved perfunctorily at Patti, then sat back to watch the girls complete their practice. State Tech, being an all-male college, was provided girl cheerleaders by the local high schools. The high schools rotated annually for this honor, which this year belonged to Colfax, and was how he met Patti. She was in her senior year at Colfax High, a sparkling, bright-eyed, honey-blond. Her red mouth was always splashed with a smile, and he found her easy to make friends with.Their first date had included a drive-in movie, and while he was not able to fuck her this first evening together, he did succeed in feeling the smooth, creamy texture of her bare thighs. And during one of their heated embraces, kissing her, he explored a little further, cupping the moist crotch of her panties. He had tried to lower her panties, of course, and here he had met his first resistance. She didn't think they ought to-it was wrong-something like that-and he decided, perhaps wisely, not to force the issue. She was jailbait, he reminded himself, so why take a chance.This token resistance disappeared on their second date, and while they were parked at a drive-in diner, she with her skirt riding high on her thighs, he with half a hard-on, their affair grew more tempestuous. They held hands-in his lap, of course-and he skillfully guided her hand to his cock. The contact apparently excited her as much as it did him, he discovered, and a short while later, during their second cup of coffee, she understood what he wanted-what they both wanted-and she unzipped his fly and in a very calm and deliberate manner, reached into his shorts, found his cock, took it out. She gazed lovingly at his white hardness, then proceeded to stroke it, squeeze it, pinch it, tickle it. There was love and hotness and passion in her young hands and she gave him the most thrilling jacking-off he had ever experienced.He found that was her bag-jacking guys off-but he quickly convinced himself that there was only one guy involved and that was him. And she strengthened these convictions, telling him how sweet he was, how much at ease she felt in his presence, how happy it made her to please him. And as though to prove it, she jacked him off three times that night.On their third date, he rented a cheap motel and fucked her. She went wild. She wasn't a virgin, she confessed-there'd been two others-but they hadn't made her feel as good as he did, not near as good. And following classic lines of feminine logic, she deduced that these super-thrills evolved not simply from a physical relationship, but from a deeper and richer communication-that of love.Jim wasn't prepared to say that he loved Patti at that time-not so soon, anyway-but once she teased it out of him-"I won't let you do it if you don't say it"-he found that having uttered those time-worn but magic words, I-love-you, it was easy to repeat them. And not only repeat them, but believe them.So love was born. And though it was impossible to say whether the love was a product of the fucking, or fucking was a product of the love, it was fairly certain that neither would have existed without the other-at least, for so long a time. Marriage, therefore, was on the horizon, and though the word had never entered into their conversation, it hovered dangerously close.He watched Patti and her unit perform multiple cartwheels. He glimpsed flying thighs and scantily covered crotches. The cheerleading team leaped into air, legs far apart, hands clapping, then landed. They did a backward flip, there was another skyward leap, and they landed in a perfect split."How'd we look?" she asked after the session was over and she had climbed a low railing and sat beside him."Terrific!" he said, slipping his arm around her shoulder and drawing her against him. "And that split was something else.""It'll be even better in a couple of weeks." She nuzzled her nose along the side of his neck."Practice makes perfect, huh?""Well, doesn't it?""Are we talking about cheerleading?""Everything." She looked up at him, doing her best to affect a naughty smile. Her eyes were half-closed and, still gazing at him, she licked her lips.The result was instantaneous. His cock tremored pleasantly. His balls churned. And then with one reflex following another, he kissed her passionately, possessively, a meeting of mouths that soundlessly said, "Let's fuck!"He pushed her short skirt above her hips and began fondling her bare legs. His hands moved on a swift and certain course to her tights-clad pussy. She was moist down there, soaking right through her tights, and it caused him to kiss her all the more fervently. He pressed her tightly against him, feeling the warm roundness of her teenage tits. He was desperate to unfasten her blouse and brassiere, to bare her boobs, stick one of them in his mouth, then suck on it. And he was equally anxious to get her tights off and play with her cunt, to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her.But suddenly she was pushing him away."Cool it, dad. We've got all night, remember. Besides" she smoothed down her skirt-"I've got a little surprise planned for you." "What kind of surprise?""You'll find out." She climbed to her feet and led him down the ramp, back into the catacombs of the now empty stadium. When she finally arrived at a row of coin-operated lockers, she removed a key from inside her brassiere, unlocked one of the lockers. She swung open its door."There you are," she said with great gusto. "Supper for the king and queen."Pleasantly startled, he looked upon the small picnic basket that Patti had prepared. It was filled with sandwiches, replete with assorted pickles and all the garnishes. It also contained fruits and nuts and candies; and she'd furnished a tablecloth and pillows; and if this were not enough, she said, "Then there's this." She bent down, reached to the bottom of the locker, and produced a bottle of drug store claret and two glasses. "Dinner will be served in five minutes," she said in a nasal butleresque, "and on the fifty-yard line, sir."He laughed happily, slapped her on the ass, and they carried the food and drink out onto the playing field."I don't suppose we're allowed to do this, are we?" she asked."Y'mean-""Staying here after practice.""We're not hurting anything," he said, "and I've got a key to get us out. But if you're worried about that ol' bastard of a night watchman-don't. He's drunk about three-quarters of the time and most of the time he doesn't even show up.""Well, if he does show up," she said, spreading the checkered tablecloth down on the playing field, "we'll have dinner for three."He helped her unpack the picnic basket, position the toss pillows, and open the wine. Dusk had begun to fall, but she'd thought of that eventuality, too. A single candle, which was soon fixed atop the olive jar, lit, then placed midway between them.It was the most idyllic date he had ever experienced. Story book stuff. A night to gladden the heart. Patti never looked more lovely, more sweet. Her cheery, candle-lit eyes brimmed wetly with love. Her soft, moist lips promised passion yet to come.With night closing in around them and the breeze of late summer flickering the candlelight, they finished the roast beef sandwiches and sipped desultorily of the wine. Music came from a portable FM radio which Patti had brought with her, provided the final touch for her romanticism; and clearly the entire setting was heavy with implication.But there was a counterpoise to her guile. A sour note that offset the dreamy scene she had so carefully set-her disturbing habit of looking at her watch.It irritated him, and he finally asked her if she had to be somewhere by a certain time."N-No. But-I've-I've got a test tomorrow and I just don't want to stay out too late.""How late is too late?" he asked.She turned her wrist watch toward the candlelight, examining it for the tenth time in as many minutes."Nine?" It was a question, not a statement."Thirty," he said, taking her hands.She shook her head."Can't.""Nine-fifteen," he said questioningly. Again, she shook her head. "But it's nearly eight-thirty now," he protested. "And we can do a lot in thirty minutes," she said, grinning wickedly. "Where?" "Here!""On the field?" he said hoarsely."Why not? Who's going to see us." "But--""Are you afraid?" "No, but-""Don't you want to do it?" she asked. "Of course.""Then what are you waiting for?" She stretched out on the soft turf, her eyes imploring him to settle between her outstretched legs and fuck her.He gazed hungrily at her obscene loveliness. Her cheerleader skirt was drawn above her young, curvy hips. Blond pussy hairs peeped from the edging of her black satin tights, and there was very little of her tender, fleshy ass that was concealed.His prick pulsed with new blood. Opening her thighs, presenting her cunt to him, had given him an instant erection. He knew, even before he explored her body, that her cunt would be warm and oozy, anxious to accept his cock; and, as always, he marveled at the minimal stimulus required to make Patti this way. A kiss or two, the right word or gesture, and Patti was wild for a fuck.And he was ready for it himself. His cock throbbed with desire and it was just as stiff and hard as it would ever be. His reluctance to fuck her here-right on the football field-was quickly forgotten. And Patti didn't care either. She wore a dreamy expression, moaned softly, and eased her ass up and down: a silent pleading that said, Please fuck me, honey-now.He climbed on top of her, gently easing himself between her legs. He supported himself on his elbows so that he wouldn't be too heavy for her. He lowered his face to hers and kissed her gently on the mouth. But Patti was far too hot for gentle kisses. She snaked her arms around his neck. She speared her slender tongue deep into his mouth. And while she French-kissed him again and again, moaned and cried with delight, her pelvis moved uncontrollably against his own.He attempted to slow her down. He preferred the slower fuck, exciting her by degrees, moving from one plateau of erotica to another in deliberate, carefully measured phases. But Patti was too hot for the easy ride. She was squirming and moaning, grasping for the fly of his pants, wanting his prick in her hand-better yet, plunging into her hot young cunt."What's the hurry?" he asked, stroking her face, raising his hips so she could manage his zipper.She didn't answer him. She opened his fly, fumbled inside his shorts. Then her young hand found his cock.A wave of warm pleasure enveloped him. He was always rather helpless, once she grasped his peter. The lamb being led to the slaughter, but a pleasant slaughter, to be sure.She slid her hot hand along the bottom of his stiff cock, moving forward on him until her fingertips reached his jizm-packed balls. Gently, ever so gently, she caressed their furry hardness. The thrill was so great, so wonderful, that he very nearly shot his wad. It took fantastic self-control to hold it back."Don't you like that?" she asked when he restrained her."Yes, I like it. But I don't want to come that way." She snickered like a eighteen year old. Her eyes lit with mischief."Then how do you want to come?"Hotness flooded his loins. He felt like telling her to suck him off. She'd never done it, he'd never asked her, and the only reason it had never entered into their love-making was because he was afraid of offending her."Well?" she persisted.He raised up. His gaze was trapped by her young crotch. The head of his throbbing cock pointed toward her cunt.She read his mind. She pumped her ass wantonly. Her hands went out to his cock. She whispered, "Fuck me, Jim." And now more fervently, even lowering her tights and baring her luscious, juicy cunt, she repeated it: "Fuck me, honey! Now! Now!"It was a lost day for the slow and casual fuck. He could no longer contain himself nor refuse the carnal invitation of her naked, fuck-hungry cunt.He arched his back and guided his cock, swiftly and expertly, between the pinkened lips of her over-anxious pussy. The head of his cock disappeared. He pushed harder. More of his cock was swallowed up. He pushed again. Patti cried out sharply. Her pussy was much too small, too tight, for the length and thickness of his cock; but if he had withdrawn it, or penetrated her young cunt less deeply-this, to spare her the pain-Patti would have gone unsatisfied. She needed to be hurt, to be brutally possessed, ravished, fucked just as hard as Jim was capable of doing; and this was probably the explanation of why so petite a girl as Patti had chosen a brute-sized football player such as himself for a lover. She suspected that a king-sized athlete would be endowed with a king-sized cock. This conclusion, at least in Jim's case, proved entirely correct. His cock was over seven inches in length, thicker than average and powered by a force that was devastating in its impact. And impossibly thrilling.He reared back, drawing his cock halfway out of her young, inexperienced cunt. He braced himself. Then he pumped forward, ramrodding his stiff cock into her body just as far as it would go.Patti's anguished cry echoed the length of the dark, empty stadium. Candlelight lit her pain-and-pleasure-racked face. Her eyes brimmed with tears and her nostrils quivered, betraying her intense pleasure.Her cries of pain and pleasure excited Jim all the more. The thrust of his massive cock was merciless, and he told himself, You wanted this, goddammit, and now you're getting it! And from afar, had anyone looked, the scene resembled an ape-like figure crouched over the half-naked-likeness of a helpless, preteen girl. Her slender wrists were pinioned by his gargantuan hands. The curvy innocence of her fair, white body seemed a victim to his fury-filled cock, and on and on he pumped himself in and out of her quivering, helpless pussy, stabbing her relentlessly.Her cry was sometimes piteous. And her pain was as real as the night. But he mustn't stop, she told him, and sobbing and moaning for him and him alone, she gasped, "Ohhh yes, Jim. Fuck me! H-harder! Ohhhh, yes!"He grasped her ass, lifted it from the warm grass. He plunged deeper and deeper into her hot, wet pussy. His jizm-filled balls bounced against the crack of her young ass. He squirmed. She squirmed. And then he knew he was coming.He called out to her. His strong fingers sank into the fleshy warmth of her ass. He jerked against her. "Patti-"She wasn't yet ready. She pleaded with him to hold"I can't!" he cried."You've got to." She pumped harder."Patti!""No!" she cried frantically. "I can't help it."And suddenly he exploded. Cock juice, undamming itself from his balls, shooting into her hot, teenage cunt, gushing into her body in wave after wave after wave.He clutched her to his muscular chest, each spitting of his cock bringing him a thrill greater than the last. And when it was done, when the last drop of love juice had spit forth from the opening in the head of his cock and a warm euphoria crept over him, it was then that he became conscious of Patti's anguish of incompleteness. She had failed to have an orgasm-his fault for having popped his nuts too soon-and all he could now do was to commiserate with her, pass her a Kleenex, and offer his groveling apology."I thought I could hold back a while longer," he explained.She smothered her feelings. Smoothing down her skirt, she made a brave effort to hide her annoyance, even feigning a smile."Don't worry about it," she said."But it isn't fair.""There'll be other times." She looked at her watch. "I feel like hell," he said, his eyes lowered. "I told you it's nothing." She was examining her watch again. "I really ought to be going," she said. "Already?" "Already."He was silent for a minute, thinking, well, I fucked up. And she could have told him so, he thought, but she was being kind about the whole thing, sparing his feelings."Let's do it again," he said suddenly.She looked at his limp and withered cock. A tight grin spread across her mouth, and her eyes made fun of him."I can get it hard again," he pleaded."But there isn't time," she said, again heeding her watch."It won't take long.""It will too. Besides, it isn't that important.""It is important," he argued. "How d'you think it makes me feel to know that I came and you didn't?"She clasped his hand and brought it to her cheek."Honey, you're making too big a thing out of it. I'm not complaining, so why should you?" She looked at her watch."I could jack you off," he offered weakly. She kissed the back of his hand. An amused smile lit her face."Do you think I'm in that bad a way?" she asked. "It might make you feel better," he said, searching her eyes.She refused to take him seriously. She laughed.This annoyed him. He said, "I s'pose you're going to tell me you never jacked off."She colored slightly. "I didn't say that."He slid his hand under her skirt. She hadn't yet put her tights on and he quickly found her warm, wet cunt. He buried his finger inside."I could do it with my finger," he said, sliding it back and forth.She caught his wrist. "Jim, no!""Why?""It's late." She swallowed. "A-and-" She stopped. "And what?" he persisted.Her breathing changed. "That-that's not the way to do it.""No?" He withdrew his finger. "Then how d'you do it."'Tun-""I wanna see," he insisted. "I wanna see exactly how you do it to yourself."Her embarrassment held her back. And she was hot and wanted to do it-this much, he knew-but she pleaded it was late and she said she'd feel silly doing such a thing.He refused to accept her no. He kept doggedly after her, even threatening to make her walk home unless she jacked herself off.She saw there was no choice-he sensed the change in her manner, the hesitation-and suddenly she said, "You better not tell anyone about this."He gave his word. And now Patti was on her knees, hiking her cheerleader skirt up to her stomach, baring her blond cunt to his hungry eyes.At first he thought she was going to do it with her fingers. Slide them in and out of her pussy in some certain way, and make herself come. But as her eyes moved to the checkered tablecloth from which they'd picnicked, he realized that she was looking for an object, something that she could stick in her cunt, which would substitute for a man's prick.He thought she would choose the candle. After all, it was long, cylindrical, even warm from the glow of being used."You promise not to tell," she said again. "Word of honor.""You better not break your word," she warned. He repeated his promise.And now Patti reached for the object of her gaze: The pickle jar.She unscrewed its lid and selected a large, bump-skinned dill. It was mammoth in its girth, even thicker than Jim's cock.He was speechless. He watched her shake the pickle brine from the green monster clutched in her hand. Was she going to shove that bumpy mother-fucker into her cunt? Wouldn't it burn?"I'll pretend it's you," she whispered, and as he looked on disbelievingly, she brought the tip of the huge pickle to the mouth of her blond cunt. She didn't delay her thrill; she simply shoved it in.A great sigh broke from her lips. Her eyes swam. She sucked in her breath. The thrill of the pickle was just too much for her young body to bear. And she couldn't restrain herself, for once she had engorged her cunt with this delicious pickle, experienced the thrill it brought her, she had to move it. Out like a cock, in like a cock. Push, pull. Twist, turn."Does it feel good?" he whispered.Her eyes continued to swim. She said, "Ohhh, god, yes!"He drew closer. He wanted to be as close to the spectacle as he could, miss not a single exciting stroke.Patti went faster. Her breathing grew more irregular. Her mouth popped open. Sweat beaded on her forehead. The thrills were mounting and the end was in sightMagically, his cock came to life. Sore, but always seeking new sensations, it bulged larger and larger. He had no shame, no guilt, and he unzipped his pants and began playing with himself. His hand felt good-just as good as the pickle felt to Patti's pussy.Suddenly Patti began to moan. She fell backwards, toppling on her back. Her legs shot apart and she jammed the pickle full-length into the black hotness of her young cunt. She thrashed wildly, then screamed with uncontained delight. Her ass lifted. The pickle made its final plunge, and then she sank slowly back to earth.He didn't come himself, but it had been close. Reluctantly, he forced his cock back into his shorts, zipped up. Patti recovered, removed the pickle from her cunt, then flung it towards the stands. The pickle fell short of its mark, landing just beyond the sideline markers at mid-field."That should make quite a conversation piece at the next game," she said, climbing into her tights. "What's a pickle doing on a football field?""If they only knew," he grinned, helping her repack the picnic basket."Don't you ever tell," she warned him again."I told you I wouldn't," he said, and then he kissed her, and, hand in hand, they walked slowly off the field.CHAPTER TWOBedroom InterceptionHe felt measurably saddened during the quiet drive to Patti's home, but he was scarcely a stranger to such gloom. Parting from her was never without its shades of sorrow, particularly when, as tonight, they had made love and he felt so close to her. But there was nothing he could do about it. This bittersweetness was one of love's requisites, he convinced himself, and one day soon, the Fates willing, marriage would cancel out the need to say good night and travel to separate beds.When they were two blocks from her home, she asked him to stop the car."I can walk the rest of the way," she explained."But why walk?"