From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: American Sportswoman (FM+, gang, cons)
Date: 31 Mar 1996 21:41:16 GMT

			 American Sportswoman

	It was a hot summer afternoon, and by the seventh-inning
stretch I was sticky with sweat, my terry-cloth shorts clinging to my
crotch. I got up to take a little stroll down by the box seats, and as
I stood there I heard a man's voice say, "You're Claire, aren't you?"

	Turning around slowly, I saw this short, funny-looking, bald
dude wearing an awful, rumpled plaid leisure suit. He chomped a fetid
cigar and looked up at me with a lustful stare that bordered on the
disgusting. He was such a stereotypical sleaze-ball, though, I
couldn't help but chuckle, and although I had a pretty good idea
already I asked him how he knew me.

	"I saw you in High Society. I gotta say, you've got one
gorgeous pussy, Claire, but tell me - are you really such a big fan or
was that just some bullshit copy they wrote about you?"

	I told the guy, whose name was Moe, that of course I was into
the team; that's why I was at the game. At which point he said he'd
bet the team would be just as into me if I gave the guys a chance. It
turned out that Moe was a sportswriter with lots of connections, but I
thought he was lying through his yellow teeth. He invited me to a
party that night, promising to introduce me to all the big-league
jocks I could handle, and I agreed to go.

	As I dressed that night, my cunt was wet with anticipation. My
mind was pessimistic, telling me that Moe probably wasn't even on
first-name basis with the bat boy, but my pussy was really optimistic.
So I dabbed cologne on all my intimate pulse points and slithered into
a tight minidress and high heels.

	Believe it or not, Moe was true to his word. When I got to the
shindig, already in full swing at a fabulous mansion, I was surrounded
by more athletes than if I had been a stowaway at a training camp.
Moe, who I later figured out was using me to make himself look good
with the players, introduced me to a heavenly hunkola who'd scored
with me plenty of times in my fantasies. When I shook his hand, I
felt my cunt lips swell and a trickle of fluid stream out between my
legs. I didn't want to appear too anxious, but the stud could see
right through me; his smile told me so. He made me his property for
the night immediately, but to my enormous pleasure I soon found out he
wasn't the possessive type at all.

	Everything at the party was first rate, from the caviar to the
pate shaped grabbed a bottle of bubbly and started guzzling it as if
it were a beer. One of my super-hunk's teammates caught sight of that
and gave us both the high sign. He walked over, smacked his buddy on
the back and stared down the low-cut neckline of my dress. "I like a
woman who can handle her liquor," he said.

	Feeling bold and beautiful, I told him I could handle a lot
more than my liquor. Both guys took it as a challenge and I was up to
any dare. I let them lead me up the elegant marble staircase and into
one of the large bedrooms, giggling like a mischievous little kid.

	Next thing I knew, they were all over me, their strong hands
expertly working me out of my clothes and into a state of insane,
cock-hungry lust. "Mmmm, gimme, gimme!" I cried as they hurriedly
stripped. We were all pretty drunk, and one of the dudes tripped over
his bunched-up pants and went tumbling onto the bed.With a horny howl,
I pounced on him, diving into his crotch with my mouth. Gobbling and
slobbering over his large, purple veined love tool, I was in paradise.
Then, when I felt his buddy grab my ass and pull open my pussy lips, I
knew I had landed on an as-yet-undiscovered pleasure planet. With the
hard, throbbing cock deep down my throat, I came with a gurgle the
instant the other raging dick plunged into my slick. I was bucking my
hips and bobbing my head in perfect syncopation, and soon both of
their gorgeous geysers began to erupt. "Watch it, Claire! You'll bite
my dick off!" said the guy I was sucking. I let his cock slide from my
open mouth but didn't let go with my hands. We all maneuvered up on
the bed about a foot so the suckee could lean against the headboard
and enjoy a better view of me licking and slurping his rod while his
pal rammed me from the rear.

	I recovered from my first orgasm and was ready for the next,
babbling incoherently about how much I loved them, loved their cocks,
thirsted for their hot, sticky cum. What I needed to send me into
orbit, naturally, was the incredible feeling of them coming
simultaneously in my slit and splashing down my throat. I got the
rhythm down right, bucking my hips and bobbing my head in perfect
syncopation. I felt the one dude's fingers gripping my fleshy, white
rump while the other guy pulled my hair. Yes, I could feel it, both of
their gorgeous geysers about to erupt. And when they did, at exactly
the same time, I started to come again. My lips relinquished the
spurting cock, and the cum flew all over my face, titties and hair.
The guy fucking me seemed to have an endless supply, and his gobs of
goo gushed out of my gaping slot after he pulled out.

	We all turned into a heaving heap on the bed, laughing and
sweaty and slimy. "You're a mess, Claire," said the guy I had sucked
off. He traced a bit of the cum on my tit with his finger, drawing it
down to my belly, then mingling it with the joy juice still spilling
from my snatch. "You better get cleaned up," he told me. So I rose,
despite my trembling knees, to go to the bathroom.

	"No, no, no. I've got a better way to get you clean!" he
announced wickedly. Then he gave a growling yawn and went to the
closet of the bedroom. He tossed on a robe, smiled broadly, and said
he'd be right back. I asked his buddy what was going on, and he just
started tickling me and laughing lewdly.

	In less than a minute, our third was back - with a fourth. Our
hostess, a fortyish woman with a fabulous tan and big, sagging jugs,
entered the room with him. "Alice, Claire made a real pig of herself
in here. Better straighten things up before your husband catches on,"
instructed the stud, who took off the robe and got back into bed with
us.

	There was a devilish, devouring look in the older woman's
eyes. You would have thought she was a real uptight matron or at least
a very civilized and wealthy married lady if you'd seen her downstairs
on her old man's arm, but as she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off
I knew she was a sex animal.She liked to do it to young girls like me
as well as hung young hunks like her athletic guests. Naked, she
climbed on the bed saying, "Is that cum still warm, honey? I'm gonna
lick that love juice out of your hole!"

	She went down on me - the first time I'd ever had a woman
touch me - as the guys enjoyed the sight. Soon both of their cocks
were aroused again, and I took one in each hand as the silver-haired
whore slurped my pussy juice and the last remnants of sperm. In no
time, I was shooting lady liquid again, thrusting my hips against her
wild, wet mouth as the men cheered, "Suck, Alice, suck!"

	For the next hour, we all fucked around in more positions than
I thought humanly possible! Then the guys put on swim shorts and went
down to the pool with the other guests who'd gone for a midnight dip
while Alice led me to a bathroom so I could shower. My cunt was sore
but tingling like hell as I lathered it gently. The only thing I
couldn't wash away was the silly smile on my face. I had loved every
rough and raunchy minute of that wild orgy, and I was glad, not only
because I had lived out a fantasy but because I knew I'd have every
opportunity to do it again. I'd gotten in with some heavy people in
the pro-sports world that night, and since Pop didn't raise no fool, I
knew I'd exploit it to the max!

	Since then, Alice helped me get a job for a prestigious public
relations agency that represents lots of sports figures.I've not only
met, but sucked and fucked hordes of hunks. Once I even let Moe, the
little creep who brought me to Alice's first party, watch while I
sucked off a number one contender!