Episode 46: QUARTERBACK SNEAK

“That was so much fun.”

Josie McKellen referred to her first ever threesome with two beautiful young ladies. Between they and her routine basketballers she was covered in sticky cum, Josie was not complaining. Not one bit!

“My dress it sticking to me like glue. I should have rinsed myself in the girl’s room but Roman is getting impatient with me. At least I cleaned my face and neckline, so it wasn’t as noticeable. I feel so ... adventurous. Roman and Henry both need to step it up or I’m going to look for more days like today. Thankfully Reese has plans for me.” She paused to explore her mindset then bubbles forth with, “This brings back so many memories of before Henry and I got together. Back when I first turned fifteen, I discovered sex was so good that I had to have it every single day no matter who it was. Lord the boys who jumped at the chance to fuck me. The adults even surprised me. As long as I didn’t tell on anyone, I had freaking thirty five year old’s inside me, the rough sex was unbelievable. Every older guy I had ventured into choking and holding me down and shoving things up me. The gangbangs, oh my God! What I’ve done with Reese is nothing compared to those. So hot! I was such a nympho back then. Dang proud of it. Who am I kidding, I’m Super Nympho!” She chuckled acting as if Wonder Woman knuckles on her hips in a battle stance just outside the locker room level exit door. Sun on her she felt she had the world by the scrotum.

Enjoying her freedom, she kicked her shoes back off and traversed the rest of the way to the football field barefoot. She noticed Roman out on the field whistling at his players to liven up and practice their playbook strategies better. It was exhilarating seeing the boys launch into battle plans and scurry about the field like wayward warriors. “Mmmm! This is just like Homer’s classic poem the Iliad and the battle of Troy. Just not in dactylic hexameter, more in DICKtylic SEXameter.” She giggled. “My little Trojans. Just don’t wear them when you attack me with any big horse.” Her brain was fried these days. “They give me aCHILLes up my spine.” Yeah, her humor was just as awful as Piper Cherry’s. Rubbing on each other as often as they did would obviously rub off as well.

The closer Josie got to the sidelines the more distracted Crandell’s team got. Once Roman realized Josie was on the other side of a chain link fence in front of the bleachers, he instructed them to keep running the play’s he improvised to give him time with his girl. Walking over to the fence he grimaced, “I know you. What took you so long?”

“Nothing!” She batted her eyes at him, “I told you I ran into some girls. They were ... gabby.” More grabby but hey!

“Uh huh! What’s all those specks on your chest and shoulders?” He lowers his eyes to see her skirt sticking to her inside leg slightly, more shiny specks on her legs and toes. “Looks like I jizzed on you for a month straight.”

“You say the sweetest things.” Lashes serenade him like butterflies in heat.

“You get laid?”

“No. Just licked. Everywhere.” She fluttered her fingers over her body. “Girls only. The ... other stuff ... not so much.” Lie of course to keep him from getting uptight. Reese and his boys had most certainly hit her pussy on the bleachers while Kim Zellers and Annette Pankau held her vulva open for business. The specks all over her was a half-assed bukkake shared with the girls.

“Why didn’t you just tell me you looked like hell, I would have let you go on home.”

“No, I promised I’d support you, even if we didn’t find our usual us time in your office.” She pointed out, “Speaking of ... we need to be more spontaneous.”

“I seem to recall I just fucked you in your classroom and my office. What more do you want?”

“That was so long ago.” A day but for her that was forever. She razzed him with her tongue and grew bubbly, “I don’t know Roman ... be creative. Take me somewhere besides Horton-Dexter. Do things to me you’ve never done before. Live a little Roman.” Funny she thought of Homer with his name being Roman.

“I’ll work on that. Have a seat on the bleachers. I’ll be done here in thirty minutes.”

“Okay! I’ll just watch all those sweaty young men.”

“Keep your legs together. I told you not to distract my boys before the big game.”

“Too late.” She hesitantly directs a finger to the Horton-Dexter Swallows, all of which were looking her way. Shaking his head, he gave up and left her to the sidelines. Giggling at his reaction she stepped back to the bleachers and decided to climb up to the fourth row and take a seat, setting her bag and shoes to her right. With Roman’s back turned she offered a devious grin and just parted her legs for anyone looking to see up her skirt. Defiance was her middle name.

Out on the field Darryl Priest and Gavin Ruley stepped over to Quarterback Angus Furlong and got his attention, “Yo, Angus, Dakota’s mom is in the stands.”

“Look at that pussy.” Gavin looked her way as he moved into position to hike the football, often substituting for Toby Mellon the usual Center for the team. Angus snapped a glance her way but tried not to appear obvious. Wondering if she knew what he and Robin Banks did to Dakota weighed on him. Arrogant one second, feeling kind of lousy the next. Something within him was Jekyll and Hyde ever since the Hardecker situation. He had heard through the grapevine that Josie McKellen was going all the way with people but until he knew for certain he only fantasized. Seeing up her skirt like this was pretty much a clue his grapes were in a well-protected bunch. Concord or conquered. Same thing in his eyes!

“She’s being just as sexy as Counsellor Cherry these days. Her wardrobe change is fucking hot.” Toby Mellon eased over in the line to share his thoughts.

Calling the play, the group dispersed in all directions the second Angus claimed the ball. Deciding to run the ball instead of passing he ran wide along the fence line but in bounds. Flying by Josie she flared her eyes at his athletic agility in dodging the other boys. Her mind was already imagining someone with his build and speed taking her down hard and having no mercy. Her fingers eagerly found her clit and began teasing it with sweet devotion, unfortunately with Roman looking, her activity ceased as fast as it started. Still, she knew a few boys had seen her touching herself.

Tackled finally by Running Back Dante Collier Angus got up and brushed himself off in front of Josie, running his hand right over his cupped crotch to see if she might notice. Of course, she did. Wagging a finger at him she mumbled, “Bad boy.” Reading lips wasn’t his specialty but that one was pretty easily deciphered. At Roman’s yell Angus turned back toward the field for another play. Dante having been out for weeks with a broken wrist was just now catching on to what he had missed. Not as dark shall we say as the other members of his team he actually respected Josie, enjoying her classes immensely long before this change in her. Being athletic as well as dramatic he had been in one of Josie’s plays his freshman year. The last few years the budget for the school had omitted any further drama department funding like so many other things. Dante missed being a leading man. Especially when Josie practiced a kissing scene with him until he got it perfectly. It took five days before she let him go.

On the sidelines further over, some of the boys not actively practicing stood around sharing something which they passed around. Definitely not a football. Was it a glove? Josie realized when it went up to a boy’s nose exactly what it was. “There it is. Roman warned me it was circulating. Oh, you deviously handsome little pricks.” She left her things behind on the bleacher and took a stroll over to them. Realizing her main culprit to be the original thief Corey Samson she gripped the fence and got their attention. “HEY! Panty Raider!” Josie was getting good at the nicknames; Piper had an influence on her even in that area. “Are those my daughter’s panties?”

Everyone abandoned Corey in the blink of an eye. Acknowledging her by removing his helmet and inhaling Dakota’s thong yet again just for meanness he chuckled, “Maybe!”

Waving her hand at him with mostly her index and middle coaxers, she tried not to smile, it was not easy, “Give it to me.”

“Oh, I’d love to give it to you Mrs. M.” He then rubbed Dakota’s thong on his crotch. “Love to give it to Dakota too.”

“I meant the panties. You know what I mean! What gives you the right to steal my daughter’s underwear? How did you even get those?”

“Right off those sweet thighs of hers in the hallway. Even before Ang...” He was cut off by a brisk hand on his shoulder. Angus Furlong had overheard them and knew of the thong in his possession, he had planned on getting them back after practice to return them to Dakota tomorrow. A peace offering, he and Robin planned out once they knew of Corey’s thievery. Using this situation to his advantage Angus pushed Corey and barked, “Those are Dakota’s? What the fuck are you doing with them? Give them to me Samson before I knock your lungs out your ass.”

Impressed by the Quarterback’s sneak attack, Josie wasn’t even thinking hormonally. It was charming that he was defending her baby. She knew of Dakota’s crush on the boy but until now she hadn’t put much thought into it. Too be honest her only thought on it before today was that Angus had hot buns. He still did but now was not the moment to drool, a fight might be brewing. Hearing Roman’s whistle to break it up Corey relented and gave Angus the thong. “Keep the act up.” Was all Angus had to tell his friend. Devious Fucker!

“Fuck you, Furlong. You can have her little skank panties. Why don’t you wear them? I’ll just go after Sable’s next time.” Angus turned back immediately, and the shoving escalated until other boys intervened to bust them up. The gentle giant Calvin Knobbs stood between them offensively, a huge roadblock indeed. Once Roman moved in and separated them to a good twenty yards from one another, Angus removed his chin strap, then his helmet. Walking over to Josie he delicately nudged the thong through the fence into her possession.

“Here Mrs. M. Sorry Samson was being such a dick. Ummm? Don’t let on to Dakota I ... touched her underwear. I really do like her.”

“I can see that. Thank you for standing up for her.”

“Always! I know it’s really bad timing but ... can I ask Dakota out again? I mean I already did but without permission. Robin and I just finally called it quits.”

“Gee, I thought you had eyes for me.” She winked, “I saw how you boys looked me over after I stepped out of Roman’s office this morning. No weight room workout obviously.”

“Yeah, we forgot we had practice. Next week for sure.” He shrugged then paused mid twist of step, “No offense?” He winced scratching his scalp, “You’re hard not to look at. Nice nightie by the way.”

“It’s a chemise. Close enough I suppose.”

“I better get back before I say something I’d really like to.”

“Oh? You can say what you want I won’t think bad of you.”

“Better not. I do dig Dakota.”

“Last chance.” She winces playfully.

“God, I want to tear that dress off of you and fuck every hole you have.”

“Mmm! Was it that hard? I mean was that so hard?”

“That ruin my chances with Dakota?”

“No. Just don’t treat her like you want to treat me. I might ... bite that off.” She chomps her teeth at him playfully. “Keep secrets young man.”

“Damn! Can we talk more later?”

“After Roman leaves. I don’t want him upset over my distracting you boys any more than I already have. I’ll tell him you want to talk to me about Dakota.”

“I do actually.” He chuckles, “Both of you.”

“For just you?” She leers around at the field seeing Darryl and Toby looking their way.

“Uhhh? How do I answer that?”

“With honesty. Is that possible?”

“See all those guys out there?”

“Yes.”

“Every fucking one of them wants to bend you over.” Her reaction was to stare without expression then sighs. Taking a deep breath, she flares her eyes with curiosity.

“I don’t know what to say ... let’s just talk about Dakota first. I need you to understand I’m very protective of her.”

“So am I. That pair of underwear should tell you that.”

“Alright!” She winks then flutters her knuckles at him to go before Roman had a stroke. “Go play.”

“You, too.” He winks making her batt her lashes at him. As he takes off to rejoin his team, she looks to Roman calling him in. After informing the boys what he expected in running plays Roman made his way back to the fence. Leaning on it by curling his fingers within the links he growls and shakes his head.

“What part of don’t distract did you not get?”

“What I got was Dakota’s panties. Something you could have gotten Mister I called to let Me know.” She informed him waving them in front of his face, then gritting her teeth at her insensitive motion toward her daughter, regardless he captured Dakota’s scent and winced. “Sorry if I made a scene in doing that. You warned me Corey Samson had them, so I just asked for them back. Angus wants to date Dakota.”

“Stupid move. Avoid the punk like the bubonic plague.”

“Is he that bad? He seemed very polite just now. He got her undies back for me ... her, then proceeded to ask my permission to date her. I won’t forbid my kids from dating as long as I know they’re in good hands.”

“Only thing that boy’s hands are good for is catching and throwing a football. Fair warning Miss Trustworthy.”

“Let me be the decision maker on how I see him. You go Coach I’m going back to my bench and...”

“Can you do me a solid? Go sit on the bleachers on the blind side of the field.” He points where she should relocate.

“You don’t want me to watch you?”

“No, I don’t want them to watch you.”

“Fine! I’ll call home and play hide and seek. Do you remember my saying think outside the box and to be more open? To push our limits for a more interesting relationship?”

“Yeah? why?”

“Food for thought.” A playful beguiling expression begs that he attempt to read her mind. Shrugging at her Roman just turned his back and waved his knuckles behind his head. He had no clue what she was getting at, nor the time. “Fine! I’ll just make my own fun. He’s so adorable when he’s clueless.”

Returning once more to her bag she grabs her things and shuffles to her new seat to the left goal post side with a cinder block designed concession stand obscuring part of the field. She could still see the players and they could see her, just not as easily for any of them, including Roman. Once she found her bench preferring the fourth row up like before, she relaxed and thought about what Angus had just said.

“I must be losing my mind. Even I know not to trust Angus. For all I know he and Corey staged that fight just to get on my good side.” Right on the money but she wasn’t certain. “The boy is charming I’ll give him that. Maybe I should talk with Dakota and see how she really feels about him. If she does want to date him at least she and I can bond over him. If I tell her no, she can’t date him she would probably do it behind our back anyway. I know I ignored my parents when I was fifteen before Henry knocked me up. Once I was with Henry fulltime, I tamed down because I had babies to care for. Getting my GED and going on to college later was worth straightening up. Now that the girls are almost eighteen, I can be my old me again.”

She huffs her cheeks considering how best to deal with her daughter going forward, factoring in her own desires which would undoubtedly destroy her relationship with not just Dakota but likely Sable. Even Henry would frown at her ignorance. Her lust was getting out of control, but she just couldn’t resist the possibilities of a hot young cock. MILF stood for MEN I’D LOVE to FUCK in her mind. They were men if not barely. Sadly, she wasn’t picky. The excitement of being wanted by so many was intoxicating. Age was only a number these days. Heck, she let freshmen paw her up during a Steve Miller serenade over the PA. Younger students although seriously wrong was not bothering her as much as it initially had. That stemmed back to her youth of older men younger her. Now it was cumming full circle. Shame on her!

Discovering her sojourn to her new seat, more trailed during her move, the boys looked her way as often as Roman would allow. Sighing she just lifted her skirt up and showed off as she had before. An early evening breeze whipped her chemise about over her skin, her stickiness fading away more and allowing it freedom to roam. Knowing full well that they were talking about her she playfully waved at them. When they could avoid Roman’s glare, they returned the wave. Some of them even dry humped the air in front of them and acted as if they were spanking her.

“Oh my god! It’s true. They do all want me. I can’t just sit here and not flirt back I’m so wet I think I’m dripping on the bleacher. Roman would be pissed at me though. Ugggh! Just behave ... call Dakota.” Swatting her clit for them at first, she shivered off her hormones and talked to herself until she plucked her cell from her purse. Dialing Dakota’s number, she leaned back against row five awaiting her daughter to answer, legs wider than necessary to keep their attention.

“Mom?” Dakota picked up.

“Hey Honey! What are you guys doing?”

“I’m changing for dinner. Dad’s making hot dogs and the Cheesiest.”

“Again? Doesn’t he know how to make anything else?”

“He knows what we like. Where are you?”

“Sitting on the bleachers by the football field. Roman is holding a practice.”

“Um? Why are you out there? Is Angus there?” She knew he was she had seen him earlier when Kelly Herbert picked them up from school.

“Yes, he is. He asked about you.” Josie was on curiosity mode now.

“He did? Oh my god! Mom? What did you say?”

“That I’d consider letting him...” She had to grit her teeth wanting to say, “ ... fuck me.”, but finished her thought out loud with, “ask you on a proper date. He really likes you.”

“I’m going to faint.” Dakota grew flustered, “He asked me a couple times before, but I told him no, not until he and Robin broke up.”

“He just told me they ended it.”

“I know. She told me at cheerleader practice at Piper’s.”

“So, it’s old news. How do you feel about him now?”

“I...” Dakota falters thinking of what he and Robin did to her against her locker, “ ... need a little more time to think about it. Don’t you think they should both get over one another first?”

“That’s a very grown-up thing to say.” While talking Josie rubbed her pussy just to rekindle the attention on her actions. The boys shared thumbs up when they could. “If Angus is serious about you, he will be patient. Does Robin know he likes you?”

“Yes. She told me she’s okay with it if I do go out with him, but I just ... want to be sure. Mom?”

“Yes?”

“I let Angus kiss me today. I know what I just said but ... I didn’t even know how to kiss a boy. I was embarrassed.” More embarrassed over Robin kissing her nipple at the same time. She couldn’t even admit to that. If she had Josie would have understood having just made out with Annette and Kim in the gym, among other things.

“I’m sure he wasn’t worried about how you kissed.”

“Promise me you won’t tell daddy. I don’t want him to think badly of me.”

“I suppose you don’t want your father to know about Corey swiping your panties either.”

“You know about that? How?”

“Roman overheard them talking about it and called me. That’s why I’m out here. I have your thong back. Can I ask why you weren’t wearing it? I know he didn’t take it off of you.”

“I ... wanted to know what it was like going without.” Not her first time but hey.

“Commando at school?”

“You do it. Piper does it. The cheerleaders even go without.”

“I’m not scolding you, Dakota. A week ago, I might have, but after our promise not to set rules over wardrobe ... I give up. Just be careful.”

“You be careful.” She retaliated giggling.

While they bantered more, some of the players not so much utilized felt mischievous and snuck away, namely two, Corey Samson himself seeking justification over what he thought was his before Angus changed that outcome, and Nolan Proctor one of the lesser talents on the team. Admiring her touching herself they took their cellphones out and videoed her actions for their own satisfaction.

“Shoot!” Josie sat up straight and put her legs together in a hurry, Roman looking her way to make sure she was behaving. He hadn’t even missed his skulking players. Corey and Nolan observing her actions realized that the coach must have instructed her to move yet again so she just scooted over further and finally huffed and whipped her legs around to dangle them in between the rows. Her back now to the field it looked silly, but she simply just improvised. She continued her talk with Dakota asking what Sable was doing.

Long winded she just leaned her elbows on the bench above her, feet swaying back and forth. Corey and Nolan discussed a plan and tossed a rock over her which when it came crashing to the bleachers made her look away. The second she did both boys bolted to the back of the bleachers and made their way under and toward her for an up-close visual of her pussy in full view. Still distracted between the noise and Dakota the boys dared to kneel directly under her and agree to come up beneath her legs and capture them mid swing. Gasping at her legs being gripped she nearly dropped her cell.

“What? Nothing Honey, I almost knocked my shoes off the bleachers is all.” She covered herself while trying to look and see who it was under the seating. Tugging her legs toward them her ass slid closer to the planks edge, her skirt rolling up under her. Jaw dropping, she found her legs parting further and two separate tongues licking her inside thighs. “Oh, shit! Honey? I need to go I’ll be home soon. Love you.” Once off the phone she tensed up, one tongue had found her labia and was tugging on her lips before burying inside her cunt. “Who are you?” She asked aloud.

“Secret admirers.” Nolan chuckled altering his voice to sound unlike himself, “Better yell for the coach.”

“Why would I do that?” She panted, “Fuck that feels good.”

“You really are a slut aren’t you Mrs. M?”

“Isn’t that obvious? Don’t stop with your forward pass.”

“Can’t stay long the coach will see us.” Nolan rubbed her leg as Corey ate her out, two fingers up inside her pussy adding to her enjoyment. She tried to look over her shoulder toward the field, but it was only peripherally due to her bad angle.

“Mmmmmmmm ooooooooo yessssssssss! You have one talented tongue whoever you are.”

“Dude! I want some before we run out of time.” Nolan tapped Corey out. Just the ten seconds between switch off she pouted and cried, “Penalty!” It was hard not to laugh.

“Come back.” She hinted until Nolan replaced him with his own tongue digging in deep. “F-f-f-fuck! Two talented tongues. Yesssssssssssss! I’m going to cum.” In under three minutes Josie squirted on Nolan’s face, Corey laughing at his boy’s reaction to her warm cascade.