Hey Stevenson!” Called out the booming voice of Roger Craig, the Captain of the Football Team. “Heads up!”

Scott Stevenson looked up to see a spinning football hurling through the air, heading right for him. Dropping his books, the sandy haired teenager attempted to catch the pigskin. Only to fall flat on his face while running for it. Then to add injury to insult, the ball hit him in the head as he laid there.

“I told you Rog,” Said Bill Mathews as he picked up the ball off the grass. “Never send a dweeb to do a man’s job.”

Laughing and tossing the ball into the air, Mathews immediately started walked back to the practice field.

Scott slept late on Saturday, not crawling out of bed until noon. He’d stayed up late thinking about tonight. What he would do. How nice it was going to feel. First he wanted to have her wrap those hot lips around his cock. He wanted to cum just thinking about it. He tried to imagine what her pussy looked like, he bet it was real tight, like a closed fist.

Most of all he wanted to play with that pretty round ass. Scott started to wonder if he could get her to let him fuck her in it. Three days ago the 17 yr old was happy just to jerk off two or three times a day. Now he was anticipating his first blow job and whether he would be able to fuck one of the most popular girls in the school up her ass.

Full of expectation, the day passed exceedingly slow. Scott quickly produced four separate versions of the history report. Actually all he had to do was print out the three drafts and then the final copy of a report he’d done last year but never turned in.

Halfway into the term he’d become interested in the Civil War and decided to do a new report on the Battle of Gettysburg and how the South could’ve won the war. So he just socked the old project away on his hard drive in case he ever needed it.

Lifting her ass off his lap, Candy reached down and took hold of his throbbing cock. With a practiced ease, she positioned it at the entrance of her sugar walls. Then, gently, oh so slowly, she lowered her self onto Scott and him into her.

Scott wanted to cry with delight as the slippery pink walls of Candy’s tunnel wrapped around his probing manhood. He could feel the blood running up and down his member as Candy began a leisurely rise and fall, alternating the pressure against it.

As she soon began to pick up the pace, small ripples of gratification began to radiate from her sexual center. As the minutes passed, the ripples became waves, and her rhythm increased even more.