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Cleveland Stadium
by Pantiless Missy (delwildcats@yahoo.com)
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A true story that happened to me when I was 16 at the
Cleveland Browns stadium. (MF/f-teen, reluc)
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I was in the concessions line at Cleveland Stadium when
it happened. I'd sweetly volunteered to get the next
round of cokes for my dad, so he could keep watching
the half-time show.
I'm sure every stadium concession stand is the same,
especially at half time. The huge halls were jam-packed
with people, you couldn't even see your feet, there
were so many people. I wore a plaid mini. Even the
lightest breeze would whish up under it and tantalize
my pussy. I wore a white top that matched the red vest
which was customary for a catholic school uniform and
white knee high socks and black and white saddle shoes,
and didn't think I looked too bad.
A person is often jostled about in these lines, and
more than once someone rubbed against my ass or my
tits. I didn't know if sometimes it was on purpose or
not, and I didn't really care. If the guy turned around
and smiled an apology I always sent him a forgiving
smile or pretended not to notice.
I'd been in line about ten minutes when I finally
noticed the man behind me. I didn't turn around to
actually look at him, but I could feel his proximity
against my back. He was overly fat and old around 60
350ibs. And intimidating, I continued to ignore him and
wait for my turn in line. When I felt a hand on my ass,
I knew it was his. Should I turn around, I thought? But
no, I don't want a confrontation. Besides a part of me
wondered what he planned. Did he think he could just
touch a 16 year old girl in plain view of all these
people?
Suddenly, a crowd of kids shoved through the line on
their way to the men's room and I could swear on the
way by one of those kids pinched my ass, and the man
behind me took advantage. His hands gripped my hips and
he pulled me back against his hard on. His fat belly
and cock was rigid against my ass, and a thrill of
excitement pulsed through me, spiraling right to my
loins. He held me there a few moments, and when I
didn't protest, his fat hands moved around to the front
of my skirt.
Frantically and crying I looked around to see if anyone
else had noticed, but if they had, they didn't let on.
The roaring conversation continued, and I continued to
be jostled by unseen bodies as well as fondled by the
fat man behind me. The little thrill of excitement
escalated until I knew I was getting wet. My nipples
hardened beneath my shirt. I didn't wear a bra, but at
that moment, I wished I had. Perhaps a bra would just
add a tad bit of secrecy to what I was feeling. My
nipples stood out like little sentinels, announcing my
aroused state.
His fat hand shoved up my dress, and my knees trembled.
He was going to touch me! The fingers from one of his
hands caressed my pussy through the thin fabric of my
cotton panties, while the other hand made its way up to
my left breast. So high! Certainly someone would see!
My eyes flew to the old lady standing directly beside
me. She met my gaze, before dropping her eyes to the
hand at my breast. She smiled, her eyebrow arched. I
didn't know how to react, so I simply smiled back
nervously.
Behind me, I felt the hand at my crotch fumble with my
panties. In moments, he was working them down, down my
thighs, until they fell to the dirty floor. Now his
hand had total access to my sultry, moist shaven cunt.
He shoved a single fat finger inside me without
warning. I almost cried out at the suddenness. The old
fat lady beside us smiled wider. I thought she might
have stepped even closer to me, but I was too
distracted to pay any real attention. One hand played
with my nipple through my shirt, while he finger fucked
my pussy. My legs wanted to give out. I couldn't help
it; a small moan escaped my lips.
The old fat lady next to me smiled again, her hand
coming up to touch my other breast. I shuddered. How
dare she! What could I say?
Just then I heard the metallic sound of a zipper being
lowered. I knew the fat man behind me was releasing his
cock. I wanted to feel it so badly, I almost cried with
the wanting of it. I reached a hand behind to touch it.
He moved it into my hand. It was so small and fat at
the base I couldn't wrap my fingers around it. Oh God
to feel that fat cock in my pussy. To feel it fucking
me from behind, that was what I wanted. I leaned
forward a little, as much as I could in the stadium
crowd, and glanced over my shoulder.
I'd forgotten the old fat lady watching me, even though
she had a hand on my breast. But when I looked over my
shoulder, she stopped me, smiled at whoever was
fingering me from behind, and nodded. The unspoken
communication confused me -- All I wanted was that fat
cock inside me. I quivered with the need for it.
The watcher forced my attention, reaching beneath my
shirt. She gripped one of my breasts in a punishing
hold, squeezing my nipple between in thumb and
forefinger. The sharp pain aroused me even more. I
could feel my pussy juices flowing down my thighs,
around the fat man's fingers. I raised my skirt in the
back and rubbed my ass against his exposed fat cock,
letting him know that I wanted him inside me.
His finger left my throbbing cunt, and has he did I
accidentally peed a little he grasped my hips with both
hands again. Slowly, unobtrusively, he guided his fat
cock into my slick young, wanting pussy. I almost came
right then. I did shudder, and if the watcher hadn't
moved in front of me to grip my tits, I would have slid
to the floor in an unrecognizable puddle of lust.
From behind, the man fucked me, pumping in slowly,
pulling out almost all the way, before shoving his fat
cock in to the hilt. I could feel his balls bouncing
against my ass. I could not stay silent. Moans escaped
my lips, drawing attention. I closed my eyes, uncaring.
I had never experienced such pleasure in my life. Here
I was in a crowded stadium, my dad waiting for me up in
our seats and a complete stranger was fucking my brains
out from behind. And another stranger was helping me
stay on my feet. Shit! I came, hard, my pussy juices
flowing like never before. I shuddered, and for a
minute, I think I was peeing all over myself.
I awakened when he pulled out of me. He turned me
around to face him, and I almost cried out in shock. A
fat old black man, about my height stood there, a grin
splitting his dark face in two. "Suck me, slut. Or
everyone's going to be doing you!"
I looked down at his cock, still hard and glistening
with my juices and pee. I slipped to my knees in front
of him, uncaring of the pee that had formed a puddle on
the floor. He shoved his fat cock in my face, and I
opened my mouth. He pushed inside, his hands fisting in
my hair. He rocked back and forth, face fucking me. I
could do nothing to resist, and truthfully, I'm not
sure I would have anyway. I could feel him getting
ready to cum.
The first couple of spurts I swallowed, but soon my
mouth didn't work fast enough and he came all over my
face. He continued to rub his dick on my face, over my
cheek, getting cum in my hair and down to my chest and
breasts.
"Lick it up, my little slut!"
I did, I wanted every last drop. A sudden thought
occurred to me. Where was the other fat old lady?
Surely, she hadn't left?
As so as that thought materialized, I had my answer.
Her old sweaty smelly hairy pussy, was shoved in my
face. I looked up into her laughing eyes, shocked. As I
turned my head, I could see several pairs of eyes
staring down at me. Many of the men were rubbing their
cocks, some even had them out and were jacking off as
they watched me. What had I got myself into? A thrill
coursed through me... and I opened my mouth and started
licking her pussy...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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