Especially happy when Laurie's hand strayed under the blanket and began massaging his prick.
In a few minutes, he was erect and ready for more exciting action.
"Now that you've got it," he said, "what you going to do with it?"
"I was thinking of a forward pass," she answered. Her hand moved up and down in a slow, steady motion. He could feel the heat building in his loins. It wasn't as satisfying as driving hard and fast into her cunt; but it was nice. Her fingers are seemed to touch all the right places. He was feeling content with the situation.
"How about just being forward?"
The crowd cheered, drowning out her answer. The ball had been kicked off.
He felt her shoulders shrug and he was suddenly holding thin air. She had wormed her way down onto her knees and under the blanket. The huge bulge between his legs now included her head.
And she was giving him head.
The feel of her mouth on his prick made him groan loudly. Luckily, the others in the row were cheering. Their team had just made a first down. Sid knew his own first down was just under way.
The girl felt enclosed under the blanket. Lonesome, the only companion she had was an eight-inch long prick. She held it like some religious object. It was certainly worthy of her worship. Her mouth touched it gently, lightly.
Then she pulled at it and kissed it firmly on the tip. She felt it buck when her ruby lips caressed it. She knew he was hot for her. And she'd get him a lot hotter before she let it into her pussy. There was nothing like an aroused prick to really get her off fast.
Her need was growing by leaps and bounds. And the jerking, wildly bucking cock was making it harder and harder for her to concentrate on what she had to do.
"Ummmm!" she moaned from under the blanket. She'd taken his entire plum-tipped prick into her mouth. The rubbery tip bounced off the roof of her mouth, then went down her throat. She was adept at swallowing cock. She had even taken longer ones than his.
But she didn't let it stay too long down past her tonsils. Just swallowing rubbed her Adam's apple over the most sensitive portion of his cock. That would rob him of his iron control in a hurry. She wanted him to enjoy this mouth love as much as she was. It wouldn't do to have him shoot his wad in her mouth.
She wanted it up her cunt.
Sucking, her cheeks went hollow. Her tongue flittered back and forth in her mouth making certain she touched every portion of his captured cock. When she began pulling her head back and letting his cock slip from her face, she used that tongue to whip and thrash around the end of his prick.
Lips tightly held in an "0" ring, she pressed her tongue into his glans.
Sucking him in, pushing him out. The tug of war resulted in a heartfelt groan of delight on his part.
She knew what he was experiencing. If she was getting just a portion of his delight, he was in a carnal paradise.
When only the broad arrowhead of his cock remained inside her lips, she changed her tactics a little. Her teeth closed slightly on the empurpled tip of his cock.
Then she began drawing his prick back into her mouth. Her teeth left fiery red tracks on the sides of his cock. She didn't hurt him. The hard white teeth stimulated. Her tongue quickly laved away any possible hurt. And sent electric messages of pure joy into his groin.
She could dimly see the sac containing his balls. She wanted to tongue it, play with it. Her mouth was too occupied with the cock for her to do that. So she reached down with her fingers and lightly tweaked the skin of his scrotum.
"Oh, shiiit!" she heard him cry. "I can't take much of that! My balls feel like they're going to explode now."
She began bobbing her head up and down on his cock. It must have looked funny to anyone observing them. The blanket across his lap would appear to rise and fall with a huge lump under it. And closer examination would show two sets of legs coming out from under the blanket.
She wondered if anyone was watching. Could one of the TV cameras actually be panning across the rapt faces of the crowd? If so, would they zero in on them?
To be giving head on television was a kick she'd never had the chance to experience. It seemed to give her mouth added suction. She felt power flowing into her body. Aroused already, she was strung out to the highest possible sexual tension.
The electricity of the fellatio was certainly working its magic on the teenager. His cock was pulsing rapidly now. Every time his heart beat excitedly, his cock lurched. She could actually take his pulse by pressing her tongue firmly against the underside of his prick.
"Go, cocksucker, go!" he chanted above her. His hands rested lightly on the blanket now over her head. He started pushing her up and down in the motion he desired most.
She didn't mind letting him face-fuck her. His cock was big, thick, like a telephone pole as it entered and left her mouth. It would feet even bigger when she let him ball her.
But that was still to come. She was still to come. They were both still to cum.
Right now, she wanted nothing but the musky taste of his prick. As her tongue slowly made a circle around the rim of his prick, she heard him muttering low, animal-like sounds.
Her fingers stroked over his balls. She could feel them quivering in their fleshy prison. As she sucked hard on his cock, she imagined she could feel his prick growing.
Her tongue began working like a berserk tornado. It swirled around the very tip of his cock. She wanted to stimulate him to the breaking point-almost. It wouldn't do to have him fountaining out his cum into her mouth. It was a tasty treat, sure. But she had bigger, better, more satisfying plans for that cock.
With a wet plop, she let his cock spring free of her mouth.
Surfacing for air, she smiled at him. His forehead was beaded with sweat in spite of the chill night air.
"Damn, you're trying to get me off too fast!"
"Oh no, you're just excited by all the people around us." She had to look and see if anyone might be watching them. Three or four people were mildly interested but they were paying more attention to the game on the field.
Little did they know an even more exciting game was being played less than ten feet from where they sat!
"Enough people around for you? Or would you like to go down into the huddle on the field and fuck?"
She would have enjoyed the hell out of it but there wasn't any way she could have gotten Sid to agree.
"Why do you say that? Why, just look at this 'blanket! It's doing one of those East Indian tricks. You know, rising up like a rope or something."
His cock was standing straight up from his crotch. The blanket hung over it like a tent on a pole.
The girl agilely slipped into the spot next to him. She looked at the lump in the blanket for a second as if surveying its height, then said, "Lift the blanket. I think I'd like to sit on your lap."
As soon as she'd said it, she was moving. She quickly moved and turned to deposit her warm ass across, his lap. And the first thing he noticed was she hadn't worn any panties tonight, either.
The girl had to save a hell of a lot on her clothing budget. She never wore enough clothes!
His cock pressed warmly against her sex gash. He couldn't quite fit his prick into her cunt. The way his cock was quivering against her pussy lips, it didn't even seem like the best thing to do. Just parting her labia with his cock feeling them wetly kissing his cock, twitching with lust, was good enough.
"Ummm that's more like it," she said.
"I agree. Just stuff it in any time. I think I could sit like this the rest of the evening."
"Don't count on it!"
"So show me why not!" he challenged.
And she did. Her hips moved only a fraction of an inch-but it was enough to show him exactly what she could do. Her sex gash was well-greased. Slipping up and down a little ways allowed his cock to slide in a cradle of warm sex-meat.