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I worked my way down her legs, a long, long journey, all the way to her feet. Kissing her instep she giggled. "Careful buster, I'm ticklish, in case you haven't noticed."

She wasn't that ticklish, and didn't flinch when I took her long slender toes between my lips, not wanting to miss an inch of her. My last girlfriend had tiny feet that could fit in one hand. Lori had long narrow feet, deep arches, and cute painted toes that decried her normal attempts to look tomboyish. Until today I'd never found her sexy. Pretty, yes, and fun. But this was an eye-opener. A game-changer. There was a very sexy, very hot woman hidden behind her "one of the guys" facade.

After finishing with her feet, I worked up her legs, concentrating on the inside of her thighs. Making my way slowly.

"Talk about tease. You're driving me crazy, Jack."

As I neared the top I could smell her need. Her hair was carefully cropped, light brown, a neat triangle that fit inside the last remnants of her tan. Her faint tan-lines were so damn sexy, screaming out to me about hidden treasures, now available to me.

Before I went in for the kill, I heard her giggle again.

"What?"

"I was just thinking. If I'd gone with the Sammy Baugh outfit I'd probably be home alone eating a gallon of ice cream. And NOT vanilla. Chocolate. Definitely chocolate."

"Having second thoughts?"

"Hell no! The massage alone was worth the price of that outfit. I think this is the first bet in my life I'm kind of glad I lost."

"In the spirit of honesty, I'm glad you chose the cheerleader outfit. Too bad they weren't showing the game at the bar. You probably would have won."

"But I probably wouldn't be here right now."

"You're right. Fuck the bar. I'm glad you're here."

"Mmmm. Me too. Who'd have thunk it?"

I could restrain myself no longer, and pressed my tongue against her slit, carefully parting her lips, taking each between my lips, running my teeth over them, opening her. She spread her legs widely, inviting me, and I accepted. I licked her from bottom to top, twirling my tongue over her hidden clit, teasing it forth, making it swell, taking it between my lips, brushing my teeth against it.

She was wonderfully responsive, pressing up against me, talking to me, telling me what she liked, moaning sweetly. I slid a finger into her, pushing against the spongy sides, exploring her. I inserted a second, working them in and out, while my tongue continued its play.

When my fingers found her pleasure point, she let me know, guiding me in how much pressure to use, where to rub, how fast to go. Under her directions I had her groaning for release within minutes.

I loved the way she reacted, her tangy taste, the swelling of her lips and the sound of her moistness, screaming out her excitement. While I followed her guidance, I had to put my own spin on it, eliciting even more moans from her, surprising her now and then, it seemed in a good way. When she came, a wave of pleasure seemed to roll down her body, and she bucked underneath me, her legs clasping tightly. I stuck with her, licking, sucking, finger fucking, until she was in a constant state of complete surrender, coming hard only minutes apart. She was soaking wet, and tasted wonderful. I couldn't help but think that I wanted this for more than one night.

I had been with a lot of women, but there was no doubt in my mind, I had never loved going down on a woman like I did with this deceptive beauty. Her body was a wonderful playground. And I wanted to play.

I had her at my mercy, and teased her unmercifully, building her up for another big one. She screamed out, grabbing fist-fulls of my hair and driving my face between her legs, clamping her muscular athlete's legs around my head, driving her hips up against me. I could feel her muscles pulsing, contracting, spasmodically. I couldn't breathe, and probably couldn't have pried my way loose if my life depended on it. Instead I devoured her, driving my fingers into her fiercely, determined to continue beyond my desperate need to breathe. I was rough on her, pressuring her swollen clit, shoving three fingers up her steaming pussy, twisting and pushing, my head spinning from lack of air.

Lori gasped, pushing me away, none too soon, curling up almost in a ball, her entire body trembling. "Too much, please, enough."

I breathed deeply, welcoming the oxygen, and wiped my face clean, where I was soaked in her juices. I wrapped myself around her, holding her, while she regained her composure. I couldn't keep my lips off of her, nibbling on her neck. My hands caressed her gently, softly, stroking open flesh, staying away from erogenous zones.

"Half-time," I whispered.

"Slaughter rule? You win. I can't match that. Fuck, my head almost exploded."

I laughed. "No way. We're playing this game right to its glorious end."

"Wow. That drained me. I'm really thirsty. I could use some Gatorade."

"Really? I have some, or water if you'd prefer."

"How about both?"

"Your wish is my command."

She slowly uncurled, turning into me, hugging me close. "I hate to say it Jack, but I got to hand it to you. You've got game. That was pretty incredible."

"Yes you are. I was a jerk saying I could ever get bored of you. You're fantastic."

"Don't get all serious on me now. I don't want to find myself in bed with a stranger."

We kissed again, before I got up and got us our drinks. When I returned she was under the sheets, sitting up, her tits exposed. I couldn't help but stare at her as we drank our drinks.

"Stop that."

"What?"

"The way you're looking at me. Like you'd never seen tits before."

"I can't get enough of yours. You are absolutely gorgeous."

"Right. I'm way too skinny. I've seen your type. It's Ok. We're having fun, right?"

"Lori, you are nuts. All kidding aside, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever been with. On top of that you're the most fun woman I've ever been with."

"Cut the shit. You've won. You get me. All of me. However you want. You don't need to butter me up with false compliments." She placed her drink on the bed-stand, and sat back, arms crossed.

That hurt. "That's wrong and you know it. I've never lied to you about anything. Ever. I wouldn't give you a false compliment. I might tease you and joke with you, but by now I'd expect you to know when I'm sincere. I'm as honest with you as you are with me. And any compliment I give you, you can take to the bank."

I think she sensed she'd pushed things too far. "You're right. I'm sorry. You're better than that. It just seems to make no sense! Three years. Three fucking years. I've never seen this side of you."

I set my drink aside and moved to her. I kissed her lips hard. "Lori, you're beautiful, your passionate, and you're so damn easy to be with. I'm having more fun with you then I would ever have imagined. You're my dream girl."

She looked at me oddly, then smiled. "We'll see. If I'm your dream girl, it's time for your dreams to come true. Third Quarter?"

"Third quarter. You've got the ball. Impress me."

Her smile grew, "Game on." She pushed me back down onto the bed and said, "Wait there." She climbed off the bed, and I watched her delightful athletic figure as she rifled through my drawers, coming up with a simple t-shirt. She folded it and laid it over my eyes, tucking it behind my head, leaving me blind. So unfair.

The third quarter was pretty incredible. Lori approached me from the side and explored my body much as I did hers, mostly using her sensual lips. Hard to believe that same saucy mouth, usually so caustic, could be such an instrument of pleasure.

Kisses and licks appeared from nowhere, falling on random areas of my body while she carried out her exploration. The feel of her hair trailing along while she teased me was spectacular. Much as I did, she avoided overt contact with my straining rod, occasionally letting her hair brush against him - I suspected on purpose. She did apply some of her attention to the base of my rod, and my hanging balls, so sensitive to the feel of her tongue bathing them. She worked from my extremities inward after a bit, from the finger tips, sucking each finger teasingly, to my shoulders and from my toes to my hips. The teasing was getting to me and I wanted so much more.

I groaned in frustration when she had me turn over. I heard her laugh. "Payback's a bitch. You're not the only one who can tease." After a few seconds she straddled me and I felt the cool moisture of the lotion when she started massaging my shoulders. She gave a nice massage, relaxing, but her hands were strong and determined, loosening me up. She took care of my shoulders and back, my rear and down my legs, really working my calves. When she had me roll over again, I'd lost my erection, and was feeling very relaxed.

She adjusted my makeshift blindfold and announced, "That won't do at all." I felt her shift on the bed, and the cool moistness of her lips and tongue on my cock, teasing it, kissing it, and eventually taking me in her mouth and sucking me. It didn't take long to return the steel to my shaft, but that didn't stop her. She massaged my balls and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth, teasing me with her tongue. I felt her lips moving further and further down my cock, as she took me deeper into her mouth, until I could feel myself pressing against the back of her throat. Her mouth felt so damned good.

Someone had trained her well. She knew what she was doing, and mixed it up enough to drive me crazy. After a couple of minutes she was sucking me hard, her head pistoning down on my swollen cock. I never wanted it to end.

I reached down for her head, stroking her hair while she made this dream come true.

She pulled away abruptly, drawing a moan out of me. "Illegal use of hands, bub."

"God, that was nice, Lori," I told her.

"So you're not bored yet?"

"You're not going to let that one go, are you?"

"Nope. That was mean."

"I'm definitely not bored. And for the record, you are the least boring person I've ever known. And you're talented mouth may be the least boring part of you."

"We'll see. I think we've reached the end of the third quarter. What did you have in mind next?" She reached up and pulled the shirt off of my eyes, blinding me for a moment.

I squinted at her. "I think it's time to go for the score."

"I was hoping you'd say that. My ball or yours?"

"Yours. Make your play."

She giggled. I watched her straddle me, her long legs poising her high above me. God, it was about to happen. I was going to feel my cock fill this beauty. Holding my cock in her hand, she lowered herself, sliding my head into her warm entrance, rubbing it against herself, then easing down, taking a few inches inside of her. She wiggled her hips and grinned. "The home team returns the kick to midfield."

I reached for her thighs, just wanting to touch her. "More like the thirty, I'd say."

"QB drops back," she whispered, rising up off of me, then settled back down, "It's a reception, good for another first down."

"Half the field to go," I teased her.

She rose up a bit then stopped. "Oh, the running back is thrown for a loss!"

"Damn that run blitz," I growled, enjoying her playfulness.

"Does the coach have a play for first and fifteen? A quick screen makes up the lost yardage and then some." She was teasing me, bouncing just a bit, taking me back to the halfway point.

She leaned over, her hands outstretched. "Perfectly executed pass down the middle for another first down," she announced, pressing down a little more, as I watched another inch disappear. "They're in the red zone."

"Yes, but can they score?"

"They've overloaded the left side, three wide-outs streaking for the end zone, it looks like one is wide open, the pass is in the air..." She rose up, drawing almost all the way off, then slid back down, stopping just short of taking me all the way. "NO! He's overthrown. Such a shame."

She leaned down and kissed me softly. "The game is on the line. What will they do? Tight end is in motion," she wiggled her hips, "QB drops back," she rose up again, "Defense is blitzing, wait! It's a shovel pass, right up the middle, the fullback has broken through and there's one man between him and the goal. He breaks a tackle!" Lori rose up quickly and slammed her hips down, taking my entire length. "It's a score, the fans are going crazy, the whole stadium is roaring." She lifted her arms in victory. "TOUCHDOWN!"

I had to laugh at her. She gave me an evil little smile and started rocking back and forth on my cock, her hips grinding away. "There's going to be a lot of celebration in Mudville tonight. They'll be reliving that series over and over again." She rose up and drove down against my cock again. "SCORE!"

She leaned down, her tits hanging freely, and brought her lips to mine. "All's right in the world. The home team has won. What could be better than this?"

I reached down for her ass, lifting her up a bit, so I could thrust up into her. "Not a damned thing. The perfect end." I gave her ass cheeks a squeeze. "Perfect."

"So you don't think a long bomb was the way to go?" she teased.

"Hell no! Up the middle, all the way."

"Geez, Jack. You are so 'old school'."

"Don't mess with what works."

She kissed me again. "I like this."

"Me inside of you?"

"That too. I mean playing with you. It's nice."

"It's great."

"Can I play a little more?"

"You've got the ball."

She tucked her feet under her, putting her palms down on my chest. She raised her hips up slowly, until she was diddling herself with just the head. Then her hips went in motion, riding up and down my cock, clutching at me. I could feel her tightness as she worked on my cock, her muscles massaging me. I watched her pretty tits shaking, her eyes closed, concentrating. Her movements sped up, and she was fucking herself wonderfully with my cock. On and on she rode me, her hips working miracles. I had a perfect view, watching my staff engulfed time and time again. She slowed, rose up, and slammed down onto my cock, taking it to the hilt. She was breathing hard, and I saw a smile appear on her face. She dropped back to her knees, grinding against me.

Lori leaned over, her arms on my shoulders. She started rocking back and forth on my cock, playing with me. I reached for her hips, slid my hands back around her ass, squeezing those tight cheeks while she screwed me. She felt so perfect in my hands.

"What do you want now? I've had my fun. Now it's time for you to collect your winnings. Take me, Jack."

I pulled her close, hugging her tightly, while I kissed her again. She squealed as I rolled with her, straightening her legs, until I was on top, pushing deep inside of her. I sat up, lifting her long legs into a wide V, and used my hips to slowly screw her. I was enjoying the view, my cock disappearing inside of her. I pulled out, playing at her entrance, poking my head inside of her repeatedly, enjoying that feeling of initial penetration. I pushed hard, settling deep inside of her and long-stroked her.

"Damn, woman, you have the longest legs in the free world."

"The better to match your incredible cock, my dear."

I pushed her legs back, her knees almost to her shoulders, opening her up wide, but she winced. "Easy there, I'm not made of rubber." She stretched her legs, forcing me out of her, then adjusted how she was laying.

"Sorry, I got carried away."

"No sweat. It's your first penalty, just a 5 yarder. I'll let you know if you do anything wrong. "

I leaned down and gave her a kiss. "I'm sure you will."

"Would you want it any other way? A nice quiet submissive fuck, maybe?"

"Hell no. I love the way you are. I love screwing my fiery little hellion."

"Little? Where is she? I'll stab the bitch. You're mine until morning."

"Alright. I love screwing my fiery Amazon hellion."

"That's more like it. Now prove it."

That was a challenge I couldn't ignore. I didn't have to worry about pushing her legs too far back, she pulled them back on her own, locking her arms around them. She was wide open to me, her pussy deliciously exposed. I couldn't resist going back for a taste, licking her until she moaned, letting my cock recover some. I sat up and pushed back inside of her, slowly at first, then faster and deeper. I grabbed her by the hips and started to fuck her harder. "God, Lori, I love being inside you."

"I wish you could feel it from this side," she gasped. "Fucking incredible. You fit me perfectly. Sooo nice."

I leaned over her getting a little more leverage, and pounded into her, every stroke bottoming out. She could take my length with no problems, no indication of pain or discomfort. It was glorious. I leaned my weight onto her legs, rose up and pistoned into her as fast as I could.

"Fuck, that's it, don't stop, don't stop," she moaned, her hands moving to the top of her pussy, rubbing herself.

I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to. My hips were a blur as I took her, claiming her in the most primal way, her tightness clutching at me. She was whimpering, her hands rubbing away fervently, her mouth open, gasping for air. I pulled back and expressed my need for her with long hard strokes, the entire length of my cock pistoning in and out, my full weight directed to my hips slamming her into the bed time after time. I was fighting to last, not wanting it to end, praying I could get her off.

It was a race, and we were neck and neck. I watched her tilt her head back, moaning, and felt the trembling leading up to her release. "Come for me, Jack," she gasped. Her legs were shaking; I could see she was right on the edge. "Come for me."

I moaned, unable to hold back any longer, and drove down hard, grinding, and erupting inside of her.

"FUCK!" she screamed, thrashing underneath me. I released her legs and felt them wrap around me tightly pulling me hard against her. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide, her mouth open in a rictus of pleasure. I ground deeper into her, shooting over and over, until I had nothing left. I leaned down and rested my head on her tits, gasping for air.

Her leg death-grip eased, and her hands were stroking my hair, while her chest fell and rose with each deep breath. With a groan I rolled off of her, not wanting to crush her. She turned on her side and cuddled up to me, throwing her arm across my chest.

I gazed down at her, ridiculously pleased with myself. "I might as well die now. It's never going to get any better than that."

"No shit. Dallas lost. Redskins won. Sushi for dinner. Jack fucked me silly. It's gotta be all down hill from here." She pressed her lips against my chest. "Then again, who knows? We might go to the Super Bowl."

I broke into a fit of giggles, unable to stop, and she was there right along with me. When we were almost able to control ourselves, she straddled me, her hands on my shoulders. I reached up and cupped her tits, pinching her nipples softly.

"So shall we live a little longer? Maybe practice a bit, in preparation for an even more perfect day?"

"You know, I've never been a quitter. And they say practice makes perfect."

"Perfect practice makes perfect."

"Perfect practice, with perfection."

"I'm not perfect," she said softly.

"I was talking about me, silly."

That was a mistake, and blows rained down on me from my spiteful angel. I covered up, until she reached down and pulled my arms apart, pressing her lips to mine, melting into the warmest, sexiest kiss of my life.

I held her in my arms, hardly daring to believe how the day had turned out. I was relaxed, but I could feel she was restless.

"Jack?"

"Yes, my perfect prize?"

"I want some ice cream."

I groaned. "In bed?"

"No. C'mon, lazy, our time is ticking away. You're not bored with me yet are you."