"Oh, Jesus, this is fun," Sally said. "This is what it's like to fuck, I think – only instead of having a toe in your cunt you have a boy's long hot cock up it. Wow! I'd love to feel a boy's prick up inside me – any boy's – even that imp brother of mine's little thing."
"Little thing is right!" said Cindy. "If it's the same size as my brother Jimmy's I wouldn't waste my time with it. Their little pricks just wouldn't satisfy me. God, Sally, our big toes are bigger than what they've got between their legs. And they're both such little smart-asses besides. I want a real cock up my cunt – like the one Scott Mather has."
"What do you know about Scott Mather's rod? You never saw it."
"Oh, Sally, you don't have to see it naked to know he's got a big one. Haven't you ever looked at that big bulge in his pants? What do you think he's got in there, a boa constrictor? Jesus, I'd love to get my hands on his big thing!"
"He is a dreamy-looking guy," Sally said. "And he is older, so I bet he does have a big one. And you know what? I wish I had it up my cunt right now." She grabbed Cindy's foot and mashed her crotch-meat against it.
Cindy felt Sally's cunt clamp down tightly around her big toe. Warm sensations streamed through her sensitive young foot and up through her leg. Her own cunt drooled on Sally's toe as her friend wormed it in deeper. Cindy suddenly grabbed Sally's foot and began fucking her friend's toe in and out of her burning pussy.
Both girls moaned as they fucked each other's pubescent cunts with their big toes. They were both imagining that they were being fucked by Scott Mather's gigantic cock. As they wiggled the toes of their fucking feet, they could each feel the plump, silky cunt-lips of the other girl swell and throb.
"Wheeee, wheeee, wheeee," Sally squealed as she wriggled her hips.
"Ummmm, ummmm, ummmm," Cindy cooed as she darted her pink tongue back and forth between her lips.
Both girls closed their eyes and nodded their heads from side to side. Their bodies swayed as if they were dancing. Their already well-developed young tits jiggled, and their pink nipples quivered. The smell of their honey-sweet pussies filled the room, and the air filled with their electric excitement. Their moaning and panting got louder and louder and more frenzied. Suddenly both girls threw their heads back and whined in unison as they climaxed, their long silky hair tickling their plump, writhing ass-cheeks.
Both girls wanted to die with the feeling. They were in heaven. They reveled in the sensations of their cunts spasming, and their toes being sucked hard by the other's contracting pussy. They moaned and whimpered and cooed until their orgasms subsided, then fell back on the bed laughing.
"Oh, wow," Cindy giggled, "I love that feeling. My pussy feels so good when it comes that I don't know what to do."
"Mine too," gasped Sally, out of breath. "I just love it too. I love the way my cuntlips tingle, and the way it feels so funny up inside, and the way my tits and toes tingle too. Ummmmmmm, I could have that feeling forever."
"And I bet it feels even better when there's a guy's rod shoved up in there. We'd be able to feel it rubbing in and out between the lips and wiggling its head way up inside. And then it would come, and his hot juice would shoot out. Oh, Jesus, I bet it feels good when that happens."
"God, Cindy," Sally moaned, "don't talk like that. It gets me so excited I can't stand it. Let's get dressed before my pussy starts acting up again."
Five minutes later both girls were walking down the sidewalk. They wandered down to the park, and then over to the high school. They arrived just in time to see the football team heading back to the locker room after practice.
"Wow, look at them," Cindy whispered, "they look so big and tough. I bet they all have super-big rods, and I bet they all like to fuck."
Both girls licked their lips and felt their pussies drooling. They focused their eyes on the last players entering the school building, and then on the three players who had remained out on the field to practice field goals.
They recognized the kicker because he was also the star quarterback, and he had his picture in the paper and his name in the headlines all the time. A smaller boy held the ball for him as he kicked, and a chunky fat boy snapped the ball back to him. The fat boy they didn't know, and the ball-holder had his back to them. The ball was snapped back again and again, and after each kick the kicker would throw his hands up in the air and shout "good", whether it was good or not. Finally he shouted, "Let's go in," and the three players started trotting toward the school building.
"Cindy!" Sally whispered excitedly. "It's Scott Mather!"
"Oh, Jesus, you're right." Suddenly she shouted, "Hey Scott… Scott!" Then she waved frantically.
It was the boy who had been holding the ball for the kicker that she was shouting at. He turned around, frowned, waved, trotted a few more steps forward, then turned around and trotted toward them. Both girls held their breath.
"Hi," Scott said. "What are you junior-high chicks doing around here?"
Cindy blushed. "We just came over to watch the team practice," she said. "You guys look just like pros."
"Yeah," agreed Sally, "you guys are really super."
Both girls knew instinctively how to puff-up the boy's ego, and fifteen minutes later they still had him talking with them. They had moved over to sit in the long grass of the farm field which bordered the athletic field. The school was right at the edge of town, and it was common to see a farmer cutting his hay in one field, and football linemen driving a blocking sled next door. It was also common for students to sit in the tall grass of the farm field to smoke, drink, or do other forbidden things.
As the girls carried on a giggling conversation with the older boy, they took a good look at him for the first time. Neither of them had ever been this close to a real sophomore for any length of time, so they were nearly fainting with excitement. Scott was a lean, handsome boy, with medium-length brown hair, and brown eyes that twinkled. His large hands and muscular arms were stained and grimy from playing football, and his hair was messy and still moist with sweat. His muscular calves were bruised and cut from the many times he'd been kicked and spiked while playing. To the flustered girls he was a he-man, a real gladiator.
Scott removed his shoes and socks, and both girls admired his muscular feet, which were nearly twice the size of their own, and writhing with thick tendons and veins. Then the boy flexed his biceps as he pretended to be stretching.
"Wow, Scott," Cindy cooed, "you have such big muscles. Can I feel them?"
The boy beamed, but tried to look tough at the same time, and flexed his arms so hard they trembled. Cindy cradled the ball-shaped muscle between her palms. "Wow," she gasped, "it's so hard. You must really be strong."
"I can bench press a hundred pounds," he bragged.
"Ummmm, that's really a lot," said Sally. "I bet your chest muscles are really strong too."
"Sure," he said, pulling off his jersey. The two girls were beginning to feel faint. They loved his rock-hard abdomen, which was ridged with muscle even sitting down, because he was so lean. He untied his shoulder pads and let them fall to the ground, then raised his arms and contracted both biceps again. The muscles of his torso stood out, and his armpits gave off his young male scent.
Cindy wanted to lick him all over. "Oh, wow," she said, "you're a really built guy. I bet you'll be a pro-football player someday."
"That's what I'm aiming for," the boy said proudly.
Both girls were squeezing and caressing his biceps. Sally's pussy drooled, and she suddenly felt very bold. She trailed her fingers lightly over the boys chest and nipples, then down over his abdomen. Cindy immediately caught on and began running her hands up and down his back and front at the same time. The boy looked stunned for a moment, then suddenly threw his arms around their necks and pulled them down on top of him as he fell back on the grass.