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Big Game



   By Ed Rider



   "I'm exhausted," said Vernon as he pulled the car door shut.  "I just
want to go home, Selma.  It was hotter than hell out there, but the coach
made us do the full two-a-days.  I'm going to eat something fast and fall
into bed.

   "We have to stop at my house first," said Selma.

   "No!" said Vernon.  "Not today, please.  I just want to go home."

   "You know my parents are out of town all weekend," said Selma.

   "I forgot, but really, Selma, I won't be any good tonight," he said. 
"Let me rest up and sleep in tomorrow.  It's Saturday, and I've got nothing
planned.  As soon as I wake up, I'll come right over and make it up to
you."

   "That sounds great, Vernon," she said.  "But I want to suck my lollipop
before I take you home.  You know how much you like that.  You told me I
was the best in the world, and you'd never let anyone else suck my
lollipop. Didn't you say that?"

   "You know I did, Selma," he said.  "You're the only girl in the world
for me, and we're both gonna go to State next year together and get married
after our sophomore year and have babies after we graduate and live right
here with all our friends.  All I want to do is make you happy and give you
everything you deserve."

   "But you don't want to give me my lollipop," said Selma.  "I couldn't
get out of my parents' sight for the last two weeks.  How did you manage?
You can barely stand it for a whole day if I can't suck on that sweet
thing. Poor Vernon!  You must have gone through hell.  I thought you'd ask
me to break all the speed limits to my house.  Don't you like my lollipop
sucking anymore?"

   "Of course, I do," he said.  "You know I do.  It's just -- oh, never
mind.  Sure, let's go to your house.  Only please, Selma, not the whole
deal.  I'm so tired.  But I promise I'll make it up to you tomorrow."

   "I knew you wouldn't turn me down, Vernon," said Selma, "because you are
the most oversexed boy in school.  You need it all the time, and I love
that.  And it really hurt me when I couldn't give you what you needed the
last couple of weeks, because you always tell me how much you respect and
love me and that you keep your lollipop wrapped up and hidden away when I'm
not around.  I want to reward you for your loyalty."

   "You don't really need to do that," said Vernon quietly.

   "What did you say, Vernon?" she said.  "I didn't hear you."

   "Nothing," he said.  "I am so worn out, I can barely speak."

   "Don't worry, Vernon," she said, "You don't have to say a thing.  The
conversation will be between my mouth and my lollipop."



   "Hi, Vernon," said May, Sirena, Cloris and Winnie in unison.  Selma had
just pushed the door open, and Vernon was about to follow her into the
house, but she stepped aside, and then he saw and heard her four
girlfriends.  At the same time they spoke, Sirena and Cloris each grabbed
one of his hands and pulled him into the house.  Selma followed and locked
the door behind her.

   "Come with us," said Cloris as the girls holding his hands pulled him
and May and Winnie pushed him toward the big living room.  He wondered what
was going on and thought of trying to resist, but he was so tired, he
didn't want to make the effort.  So he let himself be guided to the room,
where he saw the deep plush carpet that he and Selma sometimes made love on
was covered with a shiny blue plastic covering.

   The girls brought him to the center of the room, and then began pulling
him down onto the plastic sheet.  He decided it was time to resist, but
while Sirena and Cloris were pulling his arms down, he felt the other girls
each grab one of his legs and begin pulling them apart.  He felt himself
losing balance and decided he'd just sit down on the plastic sheet rather
than fall on one of them and maybe hurt her.

   Once he was sitting, two of the girls started pushing at his shoulders
while the other two were pulling his legs.  It wasn't long before he was
lying on his back.  Then Selma's friends attacked his clothing.  He
resisted a little, but after he pushed them away a few times and they kept
coming back at him, he finally sighed and lay back and let them strip him
naked.

   He wondered what was going on.  Is Selma going to give her girlfriends a
lesson in sucking?  This was really weird.

   When he was naked, the girls stepped back and sat on the couch.  He
looked at them, but he was so tired, he didn't make an effort to get up.

   "Yes, you lie there and rest up for the big game, Vernon," May said. 
"I'm doing most of the announcing, although Selma will say a few words,
too."

   "Selma told us what you did with that slut, Maxine.  Oh, you decided to
sit up now and pay attention.  Yes, Maxine told you she wouldn't tell
anyone, but she told her best friend, and you know how that goes.  Did you
really think Selma wouldn't find out?  It was only a secret for four days.

   "Selma was angry, but we were even angrier.  You could have broken up
with her if all you wanted was cheap sex.  No, don't say anything."

   "But that's not what I want," said Vernon.  He no longer looked tired.
He looked scared.

   "Of course not, Vernon," said May.  "You wanted to have your cake and
eat it, too.  You know how special Selma is, but just because she couldn't
be with you for two weeks, you couldn't keep it in your pants.  And you
didn't let Maxine just suck you.  We heard all the details.  You did it all
with her, everything you do with Selma."

   "No I didn't," yelled Vernon.  "And it didn't mean anything."

   "You'll get your chance to talk, Vernon," said May, "but you need to be
quiet for now.  If you're not, we'll have to gag you.  You're pretty big,
so it will be hard, but I think all it would take was for one of us to
connect a foot with those big round things between your legs, and it
wouldn't be hard to gag you after that.  That's it, cover those hairy
things with your hands and close your mouth.

   "I don't know exactly what you do with Selma, but we do know what you
did with Maxine.  She told us every detail.  She's really proud that she
added the star linebacker to her list.  She said you sort of got carried
away.

   "We are so close to Selma, that it's like you cheated on us, too,
Vernon, and we feel humiliated, because soon everyone at school will soon
know what happened.  After tonight, we don't care if we never see you
again. We hope Selma dumps you.  You deserve to lose the best thing that
ever happened to you.  You'll probably find a lot of sluts eager to service
the senior football hero, and we're sure it will be the same in college,
too.  While you're screwing them, you're going to remember Selma and
realize how stupid you were, because we all know there's nobody as sweet,
as smart, as sexy and as loyal as she is."

   "No, please, Selma!" shouted Vernon and he looked around for her.  She
wasn't on the couch with the other girls.  She was sitting in a chair
glaring at him.  He saw her eyes were moist, but her expression was steely,
and she didn't say a word.

   "But we don't think that's enough punishment, Vernon," said May, "and
that's why we're here.  We think you need to feel some pain and
humiliation, like Selma is feeling.  That will be our goodbye present to
you."

   "Selma, please let me --," said Vernon starting to stand up.

   "Did you hear what I said before about the gag, Vernon?" said May.  "You
need to sit back down right now because we don't want to hurt you.  A
couple of us train in martial arts, so even though you can hurt us, we
think we can hurt you where you're vulnerable.  You might even have to sit
out the first few games of the season.  So sit down, please.  That's it.

   "We're not going to overpower you, Vernon," said May.  "I think I heard
someone at the door, Selma.  Would you please get it and have him wait on
that bench in the entry until we need him.  Now, where was I?  Oh yes,
we're not going to overpower you.  We're going to give you a couple of
choices.  Both of them will be painful and humiliating, but you'll decide.

   "We prefer that you play the big game.  It's called Suck and Stick, and
it's a lot like football, because you will be penalized when you're
offsides.  Here are the rules:

   "You will lie down on the floor where you are right now, and Selma will
take off all her clothes and kneel down and suck you.  That's the suck
part. No, stick doesn't involve hitting you with a stick, although I'd love
to do that, too.

   "While Selma sucks you, you've got to be lined up and completely still
until you come.  If you make any movement at all, you're offsides.  Look
over at Cloris.  See her sticking her finger in the air.  If you are
offsides, she'll get to stick that finger into you.  And then Selma will
have to start all over.

   "The same thing happens each time you move.  You have to figure out how
to hold still until the semen comes out to win the big game of Suck and
Stick, and then we all go home.  Oh, did I say the other girls will be
filming you and Selma and Cloris?

   "Once we start, you can get into any position or do anything you want,
but the one thing you won't get to do is leave this room before you come.
We've cleared this space out so there are no accidents, and we can't have
you going into other rooms and messing up stuff that belongs to Selma's
parents.

   "So do you understand Suck and Stick, Vernon?"

   "Yes, but I don't want any part of it," he said.  "Can I talk now."

   "Go ahead," said May.

   "Selma, you have every right to be angry at me," he said.  "I know what
I did was wrong, and I dishonored you.  I can't explain what came over me,
and I was scared to tell you, because I knew you'd be angry the way you are
now.  I don't want to lose you, Selma.  Selma, will you talk to me?"

   Selma blew her nose and sniffed a couple of wet sniffs.  Then she spoke
quietly.  "Is this what our marriage would have been like, Vernon?" she
said.  "What if you have to travel for your job, or I do?  The minute I'm
not around, you'd be screwing someone else.

   "I can't trust anything you say now.  I thought I knew you, but I
didn't. You put on a great act, but I'm not fooled anymore."

   "Please, Selma," pleaded Vernon.  "Please give me a second chance."

   "I think that's enough, Vernon," said May.  "You heard what Selma said.
I say you don't deserve a second chance.  So are you ready to play Suck and
Stick?"

   "No," he said.  "Are you going to force me?  You said it was my choice.
Are you going to kick me in the balls until I agree?  Who's lying now?"

   "You're right," said May.  "I told you we wouldn't force you, Vernon. 
You've got a choice.  Do you know Billy, the new tackle who just
transferred here?"

   "Of course I do," said Vernon.  "We're practicing together every day."

   "What do you think of him?" said May.  "He's much bigger than anyone
else on the team, much bigger than you.  I've heard he's really fierce."

   "What are you talking about, May?" said Vernon.  "Yes, he's like a wild
man in practice and he throws guys around like they're toothpicks."

   "Did you know he was gay?" said May.

   Vernon was quiet for a moment.  "Yes," he finally said.  "Some of the
guys figured that out, and we had some discussions about it, but we decided
it wasn't a problem.  He keeps to himself and doesn't talk about it.  He
does his job, and we do our job, and what happens off the field is none of
our business."

   "Well, Sirena knows his sister, and she told her about you and Selma and
Maxine.  Billy's sister was really sorry for Selma, and we asked her to
talk to Billy.  Billy worships his sister, and he does everything she tells
him to do.

   "Right now, Billy's sitting in the other room waiting for us to bring
him in.  He knows you're here, and he's been told you're bisexual, and
you're dying to have sex with him but you're too shy to approach him.  He
thinks you want us here to help him initiate you because you're so nervous.

   "Before we bring him in, we're going to make you docile.  We may have to
hurt your package just a little until you're lying on your back, and then
we're going to take turns jumping on your stomach until you are so out of
breath that you can't move.  We'll gag you and hold your nose shut until
you're almost passed out.

   "Once we see that you aren't able to move a muscle, we'll bring Billy in
and help him mount you and make love to you.  See this big jar of lube
here. You're going to need a lot of it.  You've probably seen his huge
thing in the showers.  Can you imagine what it's going to do to your
insides?

   "We'll be involved too, stroking you and sucking to make sure your own
big thing is all hard and it looks to the video cameras like you're
enjoying the pounding Billy's giving you.  And we'll take turns kissing
you.

   "Yes, we promised that we wouldn't force you, but we didn't promise that
Billy wouldn't.  He thinks you're excited but a little scared, so he has to
take charge.  He's waiting in the next room right now?  I wonder if he'll
say anything to you tomorrow after practice when your teammates might be
listening?

   "You're lying through your teeth, May," said Vernon.  "You're bluffing.
He's not here.  You made all this up.  I know Billy.  He's not that kind of
guy."

   "Yes, you've known him all of three weeks since practice began," said
May.  "Maybe I am bluffing.  Or maybe you're really more excited about
making love to Billy than about playing Suck and Stick.  Maybe there are
some more things about you that Selma doesn't know."

   "Shut up, May!" he yelled as he moved his head rapidly and looked around
the room.

   "Yes, look around," she said.  "Look over there, where we came in. 
Maybe you can see the entryway from here.  Oh too bad!  You can't.  So
maybe he's there, and maybe he's not.  You've got one minute to call my
bluff.  After that, we're going to start preparing you for Billy with the
lube and everything."

   Vernon looked around again.  He was scared.  He was sure May was lying,
but should he take the chance?  The game sounded a lot less dangerous. 
What should he do?

   "Time's up," said May.  "Girls, get him ready for Billy." He saw the
Selma's four friends start to get up.  Selma just stared at him with moist
eyes.

   "No!" he said.  "OK, I'll play your stupid game."

   "That's great, Vernon," said May.  "Once the big game gets started, I'll
tell Selma to go out and tell Billy we won't need him."

   "Liar!" yelled Vernon.  May smiled at him.  He was sure she was lying
but realized that he might never know.

   "OK, everybody," she said.  "Get your cameras ready and take your
positions.  Turn on all those lights we brought.  There, that's nice and
bright.  OK, Cloris, get down there between his legs, and Selma, whenever
you're ready.  Are you sure you want to suck him, Selma?  Cloris could do
it for you.

   "No," said Selma quietly.  "I'll do it.  It's the last time I'll ever
suck him, and I want him to remember it."

   "I'm sure he will," said May.  "OK, before she starts, Vernon, you can
get into whatever position you're most comfortable in.  Nod when you are
ready.  Remember, you've got to lie perfectly still.  The only thing moving
will be your penis getting larger and then ejaculating into Selma's mouth
as she sucks it.  If you move, it's an offsides.  Are you ready?  OK,
Selma."

   Selma usually began with slow licking, but this time she sucked him in
so hard that his body jerked.  She took her mouth off him immediately.

   "You didn't do that well, Vernon," said May.  "Look over on this side.
See Cloris dipping her middle finger into that jar of lube.  Can you feel
her stroking up and down your crack, and there it goes into you.  Don't
move away like that.  Sirena, put down your camera and calm him down a
little."

   Sirena was a tall girl with a voluptuous figure.  She came and stood
looking down at Vernon and then she moved one foot so she was straddling
him.  And then she dropped down hard onto his stomach, knocking the air out
of him.  She got up as he was moaning and stood looking down at him again,
and then she repeated her drop.  After the third drop, he made no sound. 
He was drooling from his mouth, and his body was motionless.

   "Listen, Vernon.  We're going to wait until you get some breath back
before we continue Suck and Stick.  Meanwhile, Cloris is going to push some
more lube into you and fuck you with her finger, just as if she was Billy.
Of course, Billy is like a firehose, and she's just a finger.  There she
goes.  It looks like you're responding a little.  I think you like it. 
You're moving with it, and I even see your penis stirring a little.  Maybe
it will be easier for you to come with her finger inside.

   "OK, she's stopping now.  She's going to leave it inside you but not
move it while Selma starts sucking again.  Are you in the position you want
to be in?  Well, you're not moving, so I guess that's the answer.  Selma,
you can start."

   This time Selma licked him up and down and softly sucked his tip.  When
she began sucking his balls, though, he flinched, and she stopped.  He was
as hard as a rock.

   "Too bad," said May.  "You were getting close, I think.  Now we have to
wait until you're all soft again for the next round.  Selma is amazing.  I
hope you are starting to understand what you threw away.  OK, it's almost
all the way down.  Go ahead, Cloris.

   "Oh, you're surprised, Vernon.  Yes, you were offsides again, so she
gets to stick another finger in there.  Let's see how you like that.  You
seem to enjoy two fingers as much as one.  Look how you're squirming, and
you're starting to get hard again.  Maybe Selma can bring you off this
time."

   But he didn't last as long as last time.  Almost as soon as Selma took
him into her mouth, he thrust at her, and she lifted her head.  She leaned
over and looked at him.  He saw she was crying.  She wasn't enjoying this.
He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

   "Cloris is going to take her fingers out and push some more lube into
you now, Vernon, because you know what's coming next.  And there she goes.
Oh, that really woke you up.  You're trying to stand up.  That's fine. 
Hold on to the couch, and it will help you.  Do you feel how Cloris is
moving with you.  Her three fingers are staying with you as you turn
around. Go ahead and walk.  She'll walk with you.

   "No, Vernon.  Remember, I told you, you have to stay in this room. 
Back! Turn around!  Girls!"

   Selma stayed seated on the floor watching, but the others went over to
where Vernon was pulling Cloris, who still had her three fingers embedded
in him.  The girls ran to the entry to the living room and pushed out their
hands as he approached.  But he didn't stop.  "OK, now!" yelled May as he
came closer.

   Suddenly there were loud rifle shots echoing around the room.  But there
was no gun.  It was the sound of three girls slapping Vernon as hard as
they could.  Two of them were slapping his cheeks, and one was behind him
spanking him.  His head was snapping back and forth as a slap from the girl
on the left sent his face to his right, where the girl on the right slapped
it as hard as she could and sent it in the other direction.

   The girl behind him spanked one butt cheek as hard as she could until
her arm was tired.  Then she switched to the other arm and started in on
the other cheek.

   Vernon stopped walking.  He stood there, dazed, as the punishment
continued, and then he staggered.  "Step back, girls," said May.  "I think
he's going down." Selma rushed forward and held onto him.  "Help me bring
him back," she said.  "We don't want him to hurt himself."

   They walked him back to the middle of the room and lowered him to the
plastic sheet.  He lay there, still dazed.

   "We didn't want to do that," said May, "but I told you why we couldn't
let you leave the room.  Well, I'm actually lying a little, Vernon.  As you
can tell, the girls and I really wanted to do that.  You just gave us the
opportunity.  My hand is sore, and my arm is tired out, but I think we've
given you some bruises that are going to last through the first few weeks
of the football season.  You're really red in the face, and your butt is
red, too.  I wonder what you'll tell the guys when you're showering after
practice?

   "And see, there was no need.  Cloris's three fingers are going in and
out of you smoothly now, and you're hurting so much on your face and ass
that you can't even tell.  Maybe the pain will help you keep still when
Selma starts sucking, or maybe she won't even be able to get it hard."

   But Selma's magic didn't take long to get him on the edge again.  He
held his breath and tried to keep from moving.  He felt the urgency rising
and hoped he could end the game, but then Selma deep throated him and
slowly pulled up.  She continued pulling until her lips went over his tip,
and then his tip tried to follow her.

   This time there was no warning.  The three fingers were replaced
immediately by four, and the four slowly began to move in and out of him,
all the way to the second knuckles.  He screamed and tried to move away,
but the fingers followed him and as they did, their speed increased.  He
began crying and saying "Please, no, please, no," over and over.

   "Do you want to get up and move around again, Vernon," said May.  "Do
you want to try for the door again?  No, I guess not.  You're lying there
like a wounded animal.  OK, Cloris, stop the fingers.  Now pull them out
and push a lot more lube in there, and then put them back deep inside but
don't move them.  Let's see what Selma can do now."

   When Selma approached his penis this time, Vernon sobbed and pushed her
head away.  "No more!" he cried.

   "Yes, there's more," said May.  "The game is almost over, but there's
one more play.  Try not to be offsides again, because you know the next
penalty.  Do we need to hold down your hands so you don't interfere with
Selma or Cloris?"

   But Selma easily pushed his hands aside and began working on him.  This
time, she was gentle and soothing.  Slowly, he began to respond to her. 
She lifted her head and looked at him.  He saw she was trying to smile
through her tears.  Then she leaned over and whispered.  "Come on, Vernon,
you can do it," she said.  "Hold on now, and I'll try to make you come
quickly before you move." He tried to smile back to show how grateful he
was, but he wasn't sure he succeeded.

   In a few minutes, he felt he was about to explode, and then his right
leg jerked involuntarily.  Selma didn't stop working on him for a second
until May said, "He moved, Selma.  You can stop."

   Then Vernon began breathing deeply as he felt the pressure.  Cloris had
tucked her thumb behind the other fingers and was slowly pushing all of
them into him.

   His deep breaths changed to a strangled gasp, and then all Vernon could
do was pant.  He heard Selma's voice.  "Blow, Vernon, blow, quick blows,"
her voice said, and he tried to follow her instructions.  He had no idea if
that was helping.  All he knew was that his anus was splitting in two and
he was about to faint from the pain.  Then, suddenly, there was a little
squirting sound and Cloris's entire hand was into him.  She stopped, and he
heard cheering.  He looked around and saw Selma crying and her friends
cheering from behind the cameras.

   "We're almost done with Suck and Stick," May said, a little out of
breath.  "All you have to do now is come with Cloris's hand inside you. 
OK, Selma, get him started.

   "We could continue the big game and start inserting fingers from the
other hand, but Selma just told us this is as far as she'll let us go. 
Since there's no more stick, you get no more suck.  What I mean is that
Selma will still suck you until you're hard, but then you have to jerk
yourself off.  Understand?"

   He understood, but when Selma's mouth got him hard, he couldn't do
anything.  He was totally exhausted and his face and buttocks felt like
they were on fire.  Even that wasn't as bad as the pain he felt in his
anus. His insides felt like they were being shredded as Cloris twisted her
hand around and moved her fingers inside him.

   After a minute, his penis wilted.  "That won't do," said May.  "Unless
you want to be here all night, you need to come, Vernon.  Cloris, push your
hand in a little deeper.  Does that motivate you, Vernon?  I'd like to see
her go past her elbow, but then Selma would really be angry at us.  If she
starts twisting her arm around now, I wonder what you'll feel.  This time
when Selma gets you hard, you need to get to work."

   And he did.  He worked hard, but he was in such pain, that he wilted
anyway.  May started to say something, but Selma spoke first.  "Let's try
one more time before Cloris does anything else," she said.  "I'm sure he
can do it."

   "OK," said May, "but if he doesn't, Cloris is going for the elbow."

   Vernon shuddered and began sobbing.  He saw Selma lean down close to his
face again and strained his ears to hear her whisper.  "Stop crying and
focus, you goof," she said, "I'm going to get you right to the edge, but
they won't let me finish you.  While I suck you, I'm going to start pumping
you at the same time.  All you need to do is put your hands over mine while
I'm pumping, and as soon as I stop, you take over."

   Her plan worked, and he sprayed a huge stream of come into the air to
the cheers of everyone, including Selma.  When the stream finally became a
dribble, he gave a gut-wrenching cry of pain.

   "That was great," said May.  "All we have left is the gape, Vernon. 
Cloris is going to pull out of you now very slowly while she's making a big
fist.  Wow!  You're screaming louder than ever, Vernon.  This is great. 
When the fist comes out, there's going to be a giant hole that we'll film.
It will be amazing." Vernon's scream gradually got more high-pitched and
even louder.

   "No!" yelled Selma.  "No gape!  That's enough." But it was too late,
because as Vernon's scream grew louder, Cloris's fist came free and opened
up a huge black hole.  The filming continued as the hole slowly contracted.

   Vernon collapsed on the floor.  As he heard the girls moving around him,
he lifted his head.  He saw Selma sitting next to him and she put his head
on her lap.  "Selma, please don't go," he said.  He was so weak that it
came out as a hoarse whisper.

   He felt her tears falling on him as she said, "Shut up, you big baboon!
We can talk later.  The girls are going home, but I decided to stay here
with you until you are ready for me to take you home.  And I want to tell
you there was no Billy.  I would never have let them do that to you."

   "Oh thank you, Selma, thank you," he said and then his head dropped into
her lap as he passed out.  

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