But only he was fucking his girlfriend's armpit.
He could feel the prickly hairs where she hadn't quite shaved away all her underarm hair. It bristled and tickled and stimulated. He moved his hips faster. Each thrust carried him through the artificial love channel and out the other side. He could feel the warmth of her flesh giving way to the cool air of the gym as he left her armpit.
The head of his cock felt like it would explode at any second. Excited blood pounded hard into it. He rested his hands on her shoulders to steady himself.
He needed it. His legs were feeling weak, watery. The reaction was more than he'd counted on.
"God, I never thought anything this silly would be so great!" he whispered into her ear.
She looked back up at him and said, "I do come up with good ideas at times, don't I?"
"And I always get it up for your ideas, remember!"
"How can I forget, lover? Especially when I've got your prick trapped under my arm?"
He slipped back and forth even faster. The warmth mounted along the length of his prick. Fucking her armpit had a name. His feverish brain struggled to remember it. Axillarism. That was it. But no matter what it was called, he was getting a large charge out of it.
When she reached out with the hanky and began tweaking the very tip of his prick, he almost came. His bails had hardened into a tight little sphere dangling under his length. Her fingers all over the end of his cock pushed him close to eruption.
He fought back the fiery-white tide of his jism. He wanted to get more out of this. It was so different, he wanted to savor every second. He couldn't see much of his girlfriend. Just the top of her head, the warm curve of her arm encircling his prick.
Looking down at the cheerleaders gave him the visual stimulation he so craved.
He loved getting off looking at the chick he was fucking. Or, if he couldn't, sexy pictures were nice. Having the pretty cheerleaders bouncing around was the trigger he needed for his lust.
The slow burning along his cock stopped as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He wanted this to be really something special. When he opened his eyes again, he had regained his control.
The cheerleaders were strutting around, kicking high into the air. To get into their pants! He could feel what it would be like having their tight, hot cunts grasping at his prick.
His hips worked faster back and forth. His prick slipped in and out of the girl's armpit. She was clamping down hard, then relaxing, just like a real cunt would do if he'd been fucking normally.
The tits on the cheerleaders made his mouth water. They looked, so big, so tasty. Sure, they were covered with heavy sweaters, but he could tell they wore nothing underneath.
No boobs could be swaying like those were if they were in a bra. He loved it.
He wasn't much of a lit man but lie could appreciate it. He really got off ogling the chicks' legs. And there were a hell of a lot of legs to look at.
His cock felt like a red-hot poker now. He fucked faster. He was having a hard time controlling himself. Before he'd let the girl talk him into this, he thought it was ridiculous. No one could get off on armpit fucking.
He was.
He clutched hard at her shoulders for support. He could barely stand straight now. His balls lurched in their tight little prison. He knew he was going to cum.
"I… I can't hold it back! I'm cuming! Ungh!"
He arched his back and shoved hard into the girl's shoulder. His prick was slithering through her armpit and the plum-tipped head came out the other side.
It spewed out a mighty gob of jism.
The handkerchief caught it and kept it from arcing out and into the crowd of students below.
Spurt after powerful spurt burst from his balls. The seething tide of his cum was soon spent. His cock still under Laurie's armpit, he felt himself slowly deflating.
"That was too much!" he whispered hotly into her ear.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet!" she exclaimed.
The handkerchief she'd used' to catch his jism was soaking with his ejaculate.
She began chewing on one edge of the hanky. When she got to the center, where the huge gobbets of cum were, she sighed contentedly.
He watched her as she literally devoured his manseed. Her tongue licked it clean from the cloth. Sid sat in fascinated silence as Laurie's tongue worked avidly along the edge of the hanky, then crisscrossed the material until she'd snared every tiny bit of his cum.
She was smiling like the cat who'd eaten the canary when she finished.
"Like your meal?" he asked.
"The best ever! But it was only an appetizer. I'll be expecting the main course later. At the game."
Sid smiled. This was one hell of an over-sexed bitch. She couldn't get enough.
And the be public. He knew she hadn't lovemaking had to come here without getting laid a couple times. He wasn't jealous; he just wondered who the stud was servicing her. He'd have to be a hell of a cocksman to satisfy her sexual hunger.
"You're on. I'll give you all you can handle at the football game. Once for every touchdown the team makes."
"NO! The team's lousy. They may never score. I want to!"
He stroked over her raven-wing colored hair as he said, "You'll score, don't worry. We'll both score and maybe even enjoy a few point afters. Now hand me that handkerchief of yours."
"Why?"
"Shut up and do it!"
He took it from her hand and began wiping away the greasy petroleum jelly from her armpit. In a few minutes, he'd completely wiped it free of, the slimy stuff.
"There. Now you don't have to worry about VD of the armpit or anything like that."
"I'd better not!"
"Okay. I'll give you, something else to worry over. How many times am I going to stuff my prick up your cunt tonight? At the game. With everyone watching?"
That'd hold her-until the game.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Where do you want to sit, Laurie? Up front or in the top of the stadium?" Sid looked up the many-tiered stadium, almost dreading the climb to the top. Yet, if they did get it on in public, the very top row would afford them a little privacy.
He wasn't sure if that would be good enough for the girl, though. She might insist on doing it right in front of the newscasters booth with the TV cameras.
Sid wasn't ready yet to fuck on camera. If he wanted to do that, he could find himself a starring role in a porno flick.
He turned the idea over in his head a couple times. With a hot bush like Laurie, he wouldn't half mind. Then his attention was pulled back to the here and now by the girl.
"The top will do."
So they hiked about to the top. He was panting from the exertion by the time they got to the fortieth row but she was happy. And if Laurie was happy, she'd make him ecstatic!
"Brrr, the wind's cold. Hope you have the blanket, Sid."
He did. He wanted to make sure of some privacy for whatever the girl had in mind. He wasn't opposed to just outright screwing but not in a football stadium almost filled with students and teachers and a group of Jaycees and other team boosters. The blanket provided some semblance of modesty.
The hard bench bit into his ass. He hated coming to football games for just this reason. The seats were uncomfortable, the weather was usually lousy and the football team seldom won. It was no fun watching your school beaten by even the worst of teams.
Tonight, he'd be playing another, better, game. With Laurie.
He spread the blanket over their laps and snuggled close to her. She was a hot one, he had to admit. His arm went around her shoulders and her head rested easily on his shoulder. Sid didn't care what the football team did now. He was content.