"The quarterback position," he replied, an mused smile forming on his face.
She we taken aback, stepping away to stare at him, a questioning look on her face. "What the hell is that?"
"I'll show you. Turn around."
She did as she was told. Slowly he widened the spread of her shapely legs, and placed the palm of his hand on her stomach. He pushed her upper body forward until her hands were resting on her knees.
He paused awhile to pull at her delightfully dangling tits before continuing. His fingers milked them like two sagging udders. The pressure of his pulling fingers worked like a lever to release the ever-present bounty of her passion, which flow coursed through her body in tingling waves.
Satisfied that she was on her way, he grabbed the soap and came around behind her. Quickly he lathered up his hands, bent down, and proceeded to wash the springy mound of her cunt.
His hands coursed freely over and through the hairy patch of her crack, and down the insides of her legs. He watched as her pleading cunt-muscles would contract, begging him to enter, forcing the aromatic juices of her twat to stream down her thighs and cut through the soapy lather like tiny snow plows.
"This is the quarterback position?" she said, her voice coming in stops and starts as her cunt-lips puckered in arousal. "I've never seen them doing this."
"We're just warming up a little," he said.
He ran his soapy fingers through the deep, hairy crevice, up between her ass-cheeks, until he hit the tiny crater of her butt-hole. His finger now circled the quivering muscle, depositing a thin coating of lather, before inserting itself into the tight, hot confines of her asshole.
A heady, erotic sensation engulfed her as his digit snaked inside her bowels. Her thrill was enhanced by the novelty of her wide-open position and the unusual surroundings.
But Claybourne was not one to put things off. He stepped back, gently removing his playful finger from her shitter, and paused a moment to appraise the voluptuous beauty of her glistening body.
"I think it's time to begin," he said, quickly stepping up right behind her. "The first thing a quarterback does is get a good position on the center."
With this he firmly placed his hands on her crotch, driving both thumbs up into her soaking cunt. Her legs almost collapsed, and her stomach seemed to drop as the matched thumbs climbed her hot, slippery cunt-channel.
"Yes. Fuck, yes," she moaned. "I understand. Then what… what happens?"
"Next, a split second before the ball is mapped, you give the center a nudge, some particular sign that you're ready for the ball."
Quickly the thumbs withdrew, only to return accompanied by the forefingers of each hand. Together they shot even farther into her squirming cunt. The fingers and thumbs began flexing and moving, prying at her insides, stretching the elastic walls of her box. Her muscles sucked at them, frying to milk all the pleasure she could, flying with each contraction to pull his large hands in behind them.
"Next you take the ball," he said, his middle fingers closing on the small knob of her clit. "And move it around, trying to fake out the defense."
His fingers responded by puffing and tweaking her love-bud as her hips twisted with each caress. Melissa was going crazy. The feel of his hands, the pretense of a football lesson, the curling steam of the shower, all of it, all the sheer novelty of it combined to elevate her to a peak of sexual frenzy.
Nor was he immune to these stimuli. His eyes caressed her body, delighting in the view of her exposed asshole and gaping cunt. Finally it was his own mounting passion that told him the game must soon end.
"And now the last thing you do," he said, pressing his soap-covered prick-head against her asshole, "is to hand the ball off, and let the fullback crash the line."
The second the words were out, his hands shot out of her box and grabbed her hips as his powerful hips rammed forward, piercing the defenses of her tight little shitter.
Her cry rang out loudly, echoing off the tiled walls. His cock surged deeper and deeper as her bucking hips strained to escape his massive bulk.
"Shit! It's killing me!" she cried. "It's… it's… Oh, Goddamnit!"
"Take it, bitch! Take it all the way!" he barked, no longer in a playing mood, his passion breaking over him in one tidal sweep. "You'll love it. It hurts now, but you'll love it."
With one final, ass-smacking lunge, he was in, every inch of his huge cock last in the grip of her warm bowels as her butt-hole stretched to the limit.
"Yes, it's happening," she groaned as the pain became mixed with a rising pleasure. "It hurts like hell, but I love it. You said I would. I do. Fuck me. Fuck me with it!"
"Take it. Take it all, cunt!" he said as he began fucking her asshole with all the strength in his body.
"Don't stop! Do it! Fuck my ass harder! HARDER!"
Claybourne kept driving his powerful, thick tool up into her tightly clenched asshole with hard, long, brutal strokes. His crotch smacked savagely against her butt-cheeks.
Melissa's head flailed from side to side in long ecstatic arcs. She was not only loving, but reveling in his corn-holing cock. She thrust back harder and harder against his pistoning prick. The pleasure/pain of his tearing cock was almost unbearable in its lust.
Claybourne now brought one of his hands down to the top of her tipping cunt, parting the softness of her beaver and gently rubbing her clitoris.
"Fuck, yes!" she shouted. "Get me on both ends! Bring me off with it. Let me feel it front and back!"
He knew his cum was rising. He could feel it climbing the long tubes from his balls as he frantically dug into her cunt with his fingers, trying to make her orgasm happen with his. Wildly he finger-fucked her pussy while pounding her ass in the same rhythm with his prick.
The double action between finger and cock, cunt and ass quickly brought her to the edge of oblivion. She breathed frantically as she felt her climax come closer and closer into being.
"Now! Do it now!" she screamed.
"I am! Oh, fuck! Shit! I'm there! It's coming!" Then with a series of shattering groans, Melissa could feel his long hard cock begin to jerk in convulsions. Before she knew it, he started exploding like a bomb far up into the steaming depths of her bowels.
That was all it took. The hot torrents of cum shooting wildly into her asshole touched off her orgasm, sending her torso into a wild bucking dance as a hot, maddening barrage of pleasure rippled through the entire length of her writhing body.
The convulsions sent both of them dropping to the floor. In the process, his cock pulled out, freeing her to crawl over to the warm wet tiles near the shower, before collapsing.
For several minutes she just lay there, allowing the shower water to circle around her body, her mind in a delightful, post-sexual blank. She nearly dozed off listening to the water as it landed on the hard mosaic of the floor.
"Ooooeee! Hey, Ernie, look here! Rocket Man's gone and found himself a new toy."
The sound of the strange voice made Melissa bolt upright in shock. Her wide-eyed gaze fell on two titans with towels around their waists, and nothing else. She shot a quick glance back to see who was stretched out casually, his hands behind his head, his face grinning up broadly at the two young bulls.
"Melissa," he said. "I'd like you to meet Ernie Teichuk, star fullback, and Randy Mather, star running back. Fellas, Melissa here's with some magazine. She came here to interview me."
"Yeah?" Randy said in his pronounced Southern accent. "You sure look like you been inner-viewed."
Melissa felt just a little uneasy at the lewd chuckles that followed his comment.
The third man finally spoke. "Hey, Randy. You figure she'll interview us, too?"
"I don't rightly know. Hey, Rocket Man, you willing to share your interview with us?"
Claybourne laughed before answering. "Well, hell, Mather, we're a backfield, aren't we? That makes us like family, and families always share."