Homecoming Queen

Our College football team had won again. The boys had made a practice of winning, and the odds were on their side. They were good, and they knew it. Fate had brought a bunch of big, tough bruisers together on one team, and there was no holding those ass-kickers back. The truth was that they had beat up the other team pretty bad, and they were hyped up something fierce. You know how jocks get when their adrenaline starts flowing strong.

The band was playing the school anthem, and we cheer leader girlies were jumping and dancing around, flopping our tits and showing our asses to the masses as our guys strutted about, showing off before the fans. Then the show over, the jocks headed for the locker room, and we girlies did the same. We all changed into sexier clothing and then congregated out front to wait for them on the chartered bus. This was a road game, so we had rooms reserved at a seaside motel that had a good bar and restaurant. Soon, it would be party time, and we were ready for it.

I for one really liked road trips as I could let go and have more fun than the home variety allowed. There was a lot more opportunity for fun and games on the road. It was no surprise that most of the other girlies felt the same. We could party and drink and screw ourselves into oblivion without our parents or other busybodies spoiling our fun. Oh sure, we had a chaperone, but she liked to play too, so no problem. The coach would keep her busy. What the folks back home didn't know wouldn't hurt them one darn bit.

Pretty soon, our guys came boiling out of the sports arena and piled on the bus, hooting and hollering, all worked up and ready to party. They were ready and so were we. So, there set little blond me with all those big hairy jocks, and I figured there just might be worse places to be, as I really liked some of them- hell, I liked a lot of them. Naturally we girlies started singing songs to attract attention to ourselves, as the driver pulled out into traffic, turn signals winking knowingly. Soon, the shots and beer would begin flowing, and those jocks would forget all about football.

A full yellow moon peered down with a leering grin as our bus rocked and rolled down the coastal highway with the white beach and crashing surf off to our port side. What a place to spend a wet and wild weekend! A short time passed, and sure enough, the lights of our motel pushed back the darkness of the night as we pulled into the parking lot. I could hear the sounds of a band oozing out of the place, and figured there would be some dancing available too. Everybody piled out and headed for the bar as we all had a powerful thirst that needed to be tamed. Busting through the bar doors, the team crammed in, the warm smells of sweat, food and liquor slamming them in the face. It didn't take them long to find the table in the center all laid out with sandwiches, pizza and a keg of beer, freshly tapped and ready.

On cue, The band switched to rock and roll, as we bumped and shoved our way in, somebody copping a feel of my ass. The already dubious atmosphere became charged with the cacophony of music and excited voices mixed with the scraping of chairs and the jangle and tinkling of flatware and glasses as the team got down to the business at hand. Those jocks flat inhaled the food, and then the booze and beer started flowing hard as the band rocked on. Then, as the hour grew late, and the powerful mingling scents of sex hormones and pheromones filled the air, Mother Nature had her way, and we girlies became the items of interest and the objects of desire.

It all started with a little dancing and groping on that postage stamp dance floor, but pretty soon, a bunch of us wound up in one of the jock's rooms where the guys had

set up their own bar. Rex, a big fellow whom I had a crush on took a liking to me, so we started messing around while the same thing went on with some of the other couples. Like I said, we started out slow dancing to the beat of a portable stereo, but soon, the beat turned to heat as we drew closer, his hands caressing my body. He seemed to really like my ass as his big hands cupped it, pulling my love mound up tight against his hard cock. I said with a wink, "I think he likes me!" Rex answered by kissing me hard on the mouth, and I let my lips part to take in his tongue for a good long French kiss. Next thing I knew, he had one of my tits in his hand, squeezing and massaging it, which was just fine with me, as I was pretty horny myself.

Somewhere along in there, somebody switched off the lights, and we fell back on one of the beds, in full heat. Squirming, and trying to undo each other's clothing, we got down to bare skin in a hurry, as I wanted his big cock inside me right away. I was real wet and juicy, so that big, beautiful dick slipped right in my slick cunt like it was made for it. Ah, that felt good! Those prissy girls who are afraid of men seldom get to know the joy of being soundly fucked by a rutting jock, shimmering with rippling muscles and a tight, pile-driving ass that relentlessly pounded in his point right in there where it did the most good. I think it has something to do with the animal in all of us, you know, natural selection and all that.

The room was heating up with several couples fucking and sucking up a storm amid the grunts and groans and "Fuck me babes". Clothing was strewn all over the floor with abandon as no one cared. We'd sort it all out later- maybe. One pair of under ware was as good as the next. One guy was fucking his girlie up against a wall, holding her up by her ass, as he drove his stiff rod deep into her smoldering cunt. Her head was bashing against the wall, but she didn't seem to notice. Sexual energy had been building up all evening, and these people were at the bursting point. In the corner, one little redheaded cutie was taking on two jocks at once. While one of them fucked her ass doggie style, she sucked off the other, letting his cum splash all over her pretty face. My girlfriend Sally, was playing the meat on a sexual sandwich. She had one guy in front and one in back. Then she outdid the redhead, reaching out and grabbing a passing hunk's cock and pulling it into her mouth, she lapped up his juices. Gee, Sally wasn't as bashful as I thought.

Talk about releasing the tension of the arena. The surviving Roman Gladiators once did the same thing after their games, and dilettante, randy women used to pay them visits and even bid for their sexual favors. Some glads had quite a reputation for sexual prowess. Nothing has changed. Gladiators or powerhouse athletes are a lot more exciting than pot-bellied Roman bean counters or modern day nerds or any sort. Believe it.

Humping faster, Rex was nearing his climax and was totally fixated upon little blond me. Ha, Ha! Talk about a predator homing in for the kill. Such a serious look filled his chiseled features as he gathered up all the consummate power of his ancestors behind his load of cooz, that he was aiming directly at little blond me. I was working on my third orgasm and timed it right with him. Yes, blondes do have more fun!