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Subject: {ASSM} Game in the Snow
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Date: Fri, 18 Dec 2015 08:10:03 -0500
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Game in the  Snow (mmmf)
 
    Feeling the chill of the early  December air as I step out of the car.  
 Already wondering if I  dressed warm enough for this football game.  Of 
course the poor heater on  the 1969 Impala wasn't kicking out much more then 
lukewarm air.  Grabbing a  wool blanket folded over my arm as I follow Terry 
out of the parking lot and  buying a ticket, onto the football field.  "See 
you after the game  Rave"  Watching Terry going up the stands to the booth 
to call the  game.  He is a senior here at Our Lady of Lourdes High School.  
Me,  well I am a sophomore  happy to be included and get a ride to the  
game.  Terry is good like that, looking over me, including me.  No, he  is not 
my boy friend.
    Finding a seat up at the top of the  bleachers and to the side of the 
booth.  Putting my blanket down on the  seat and wrapping it over my legs.  
Hoping I am dressed warm enough.   A denim flannel lined jacket with a 
Lourdes sweatshirt beneath and a short  sleeve tee shirt under that.  A pair of 
tight jeans and panties covering my  lower body and legs.  A pair of knee high 
socks and sneakers on my  feet.  A maroon wool ski hat over my long dark 
brown hair and matching  gloves  and scarf. 
     The temperature expected to  be in the twenties at game time.  The sun 
long gone from the sky as I wait  shivering on the wooden bench for the 
kickoff.  A thermos of hot cocoa my  only defense against the nice air.  
Watching the teams warming up, the  stands half full.  Waving to some my friends 
from school, mostly  girls.  Lourdes still is basically a boy side/ girl side 
Catholic High  School.  Some mixing in the class rooms; but mostly all boy 
or all  girl.
    Not sure why I am here at the game,  other then a chance to ride with 
Terry and be away from the house.   Football isn't the easiest game to 
understand, though I have a fairly good  concept of what is going on.  Being a 
die-hard Giants fan brought up in a  rabid football home with my brothers.
    The first few flakes of the  scattered snow showers wetting my face, as 
I pull the blanket around my  body.  Pulling my scarf up around my neck 
tucking it into the jacket.   The kickoff signaling the start of the game, 
booming into the lights surrounding  the field.  A very non distinguished game 
the first quarter with  miscues.  The players having to be frozen down on the 
field with the wind  picking up and the snow moving in whirlwind gusts.
    "Hey Rave, where your  friends?"  Looking up to see George and Mike 
walking down the aisle I am  sitting in and stopping to sit by me.  Seeing them 
shivering, as neither is  dressed warmly enough for this night.  Thinking 
that I should have worn  looser jeans and long underwear.  My figure isn't 
that great to begin with,  so the bulky look wouldn't detract from what I 
don't have.
    As the second quarter winds down  and heads to halftime, the score is a 
measly 3-3.  Since this game is for  the league championship, no one is 
leaving the half filled stands.  As the  gun signals the end of the first half, 
I hear my brother shouting to me.   Looking up, seeing him waving to me 
from the door of the booth.  "Hey, get  me a blanket from the car Rave."  
Undoing my cocoon and shaking the snow  from the blanket, George grabbing it 
before I could set it down.  "That's  mine." " Get us some blankets if you have 
extra."  Walking to Terry  taking his car keys and climbing down the stands, 
weaving through the huddling  crowd and to the parking lot.  Finding a 
couple of more wool blankets in  the trunk, and buying a hot chocolate for Terry 
and climbing the stands  again.  The wood a little slick as I step from row 
to row.  Finally  reaching the booth and knocking on the door.  Handing 
Terry the blanket and  coffee, feeling a flush of heat in my cheek, as he 
touches it for a  moment.  "Thanks kid."  Feeling another different flush as I 
realize  he thinks of me as a younger friend, not a girl.
    Sitting down beside George and Mike  again.  seeing them draping the 
blanket over their front.  Thinking  how their backs and backsides have got to 
be cold.  "You guys are  lame. Walking to the row in front of the booth, 
waving the guys over.  Hold this blanket."  Handing them the one I am carrying 
and pulling  the other off of them with their protest loud of whining 
children.   Brushing off the bench, placing the blanket down on it and then 
sitting  down.  "Now come sit on the blanket and we will use the other one to 
cover  us up."  Feeling like I am dealing with helpless children as they pull 
and  tug.  Finally settling with me in the middle and each one of them on 
either  side, holding the blanket around their backs as the other covers our 
fronts  .
    "Play nice guys."  Chiding  them as they still tug and pull on the 
blankets.  "We can all be warm or  all be cold.  Your choice."  Shortly after 
the PA announcing that the  second half will begin.  Looking down from just 
below the booth seeing  the stands a bit emptier then before halftime.  The 
snow increasing in  intensity as is the wind.  The booth breaking some of the 
wind's  bite.
    George  moving closer on one side and Mike on the other.  Trying to 
trap the heat  of our closeness in our sandwiching blankets.  Concentrating on 
the blurry  playing field, I feel a hand resting on my right thigh.  My 
breath catching  as the hand moves up and down my thigh.  Then sliding down to 
my knee, and  turning inward to move up the inside.  Looking down seeing the 
movement as  the blanket shifts on my lap.  The hand pulling on my leg, 
pulling it away  from the other.  Taking another deep breath as I feel it moving 
up and then  bumping against my crotch.  My eyes going wide as I feel the 
touch.   Then feeling the fingers moving against my crotch, pressing the 
denim of my  tight jeans against my mound lips.
    My hand  finally moving to pull at George's as I feel it pushing at the 
inseam, that was  splitting my puss lips.  The hand insistent, the bare 
fingers pressing on  my pouty lips.  Looking over at George and seeing his 
grin, his eyes  leering at me.  Not saying a word as we silently struggle under 
the  blanket.  Not even looking over at Mike to see how he is reacting.   
"Relax Rave, I am just warming you up a little. " His breath tickling my  ear 
as he whispers in it.
    Feeling  embarrassed, a flush heating my cold face and neck.  Happy 
that an upper  classman was paying me attention; but this wasn't what I 
expected.  Turning  my head and looking up to the booth above us, not seeing anyone 
there looking  down because of the angle.  Then suddenly my glove being 
pulled off my  hand.  Feeling the warm fingers of George, as he guides my hand 
to his  lap.  Feeling the bulge in the front of his jeans, as his hand moves 
mine  over his hardon.  Not sure what to do as I feel the outline of his 
cock  pressed against his pants.  Moving my hand over and over his bulge.   
His hand releasing mine and moving back to rub on the tight material of my  
jeans.  Pressing the seeming swelling lips, defining them and the  slit.
    My small  breasts moving up and down on my chest, feeling the nipples 
hard and pushing at  my "A" cups.  Then gasping as I feel his hand moving 
higher and under my  jacket.  The finger pulling at my snap on my jeans.  
Sucking in my  tummy and feeling it loosen.  Then the sound of my zipper being 
pulled  down, sounding so loud to my ears.  Each tooth disengaging from the  
opposite one.  The material straining across my mound, not loosening as the  
tension is taken off.  Feeling his finger, pushing into "V" of my open  fly. 
 The cotton material of my panties just a thin member of clothe  between 
his finger and my private area.  Feeling it defining my slit, as he  pushes 
the panties between my labia.
    Feeling a  heat in my pubic area, as I bite my lower lip.  Stifling a 
moan, as the  finger pushes deeper into the tight cleft of my pussy.  Not 
sure what to  do, my hand resting on the bulge, as my legs squeeze close 
trapping the finger  in my pants.  "Relax Rave.  I like the feel of your hand on 
me.   Rub it some more."  His finger moving in my pants, trying to find a way 
 under the leg hole of my panties.
    As I rub  the stiff penis with my right hand, I feel my other hand 
being placed on another  stiff bulge.  Feeling the outline of Mike's cock in his 
khaki's.   Looking around to see if anyone is watching us, but barely able 
to the field and  the players, the stands a dwindling amount of spectators 
as they leave looking  like white snow people, coated in the cold white 
flakes.
    "Lift up. "  The words in my ear, as I feel a mouth  sucking on my left 
ear lobe.  Lifting my slender frame up and feeling a  hand pulling at my 
jeans, sliding them partway down my thighs.  Feeling the  coolness against the 
back of my cheeks as my jeans are half off my ass  cheeks.  The hand moving 
up to the waistband of my panties and feeling the  warm palm as it slides 
over the lightly haired mound.  Then gasping as I  feel a finger slide 
between my lips and then deeper between my lips.  Eyes  closing as I feel the 
finger and then fingers moving in and out of my wet  puss.  My hips tilting 
upwards, legs spreading apart, as George slowly  fucking my pussy with his 
digits.  Panting loud and quick as my thighs  tense, feeling the excitement 
building in my body.
    Not able to contain my fingers as they work  at the zipper of George's 
jeans.  His hand assisting as he undoes his belt  and snap.  Feeling the 
warm soft outer flesh of his cock as I work it  through the opening of his 
boxers.  The hard core as my slender fingers  grasp at it, working them up and 
down the hot organ.  Hearing the gasp of  pleasure as my fingers slide along 
the pulsing cock.  His fingers now  forgetting my pussy as he leans back.  
Taking my hand and wetting it with  my mouth, spitting into the palm and then 
moving it under the blanket again to  grasp partially around his cock.  
Sliding the fingers up and down the  shaft.
    My other hand now searching in Mike's khaki's  as he pulls his fly down 
and spreads the tabs.  His cock warm as it pops  free and into my waiting 
fingers.  Both my hands working up and down the  aroused Senior cocks.  
Feeling George leaning over to my ear again.   His warm breath blowing his 
whispered words into my brain.  "BJ Rave.   I want a BJ."  His tongue moving 
around my ear as I shift on the  seat.  "No.  I don't do that stuff."  My mouth 
denying his  request.  His lips sliding to where my shoulder and neck meet.  
His  tongue and lips working the soft flesh.  My body twisting as I feel the 
 sensations of my arousal, making me squirm on the bench.  Cursing as I 
feel  my body fall weak with resistance, my nerve endings so alive with  
sensation.  Wondering where he heard about that spot. 
    "BJ Rave."  His hand reaching up, as he  sits back on the bench.  
urging me forward.  Moaning helplessly as I  kneel on the foot boards of the 
bleachers.  Feeling the chill in my  knees.  My jeans sliding down lower on my 
thighs just held up by my bent  knees.  The heat of my core meeting the chill 
under the blankets.   Darkness under the heavy wool as my head is covered. 
turning to him and then  leaning forward.  My lips finding  his warm cock.  
Tongue sliding  out and licking around the crown.  Wetting it with my saliva 
tasting the  familiar precum oozing from the pee slit.  Spreading it with 
my tongue as  my fingers grasp the medium size cock and start to slick it 
with saliva.   My tongue working up and down the pulsing shaft.  Hearing George 
gasping as  my mouth stretches wide and my lips are forced around the 
mushroom cap. Lifting  on my legs and lowering my head slowly down the warm 
shaft, feeling the soft  flesh on the outside and the harder core beneath. 
    My head moving up and down a few inches on  the shaft, my cheeks 
hollowing and filling as I suck on the maybe virgin  cock.  Feeling George lifting 
to force it deeper into my mouth.  The  musk of his groin strong in my 
nostrils as they mash against his jeans.  My  fingers finding his balls as he 
pushes his jeans down further.  Massaging  them and rolling them through my 
fingers as I continue to pull at his hardon  with my lips.
    Feeling a hand pushing my panties down over  my thighs and squeezing 
and kneading into my ass cheeks and then sliding lower  to rub my enflamed 
pussy lips from behind.  My legs shifting to open as far  as possible to allow 
the hand access to my pussy from between my legs.  The  tip of a finger 
moving into the wet tunnel, rubbing at my seeping  pussy.
    George pushing me down on his cock as I hear  him groaning loudly.  
Feeling the head expanding in my mouth and then the  hard jet of hot cum 
against the back of my mouth.  Swallowing the first  glob of seed, then the next 
spurt.  The youth or excitement of the moment,  sending more jets of cum into 
my mouth, gagging as he jams his cock hard against  my throat.  pulling 
back and feeling the cum splattering on my open lips  and face now.  Droplets 
of seed spotting my face, as I lean forward and  luck at the swollen tip of 
his large man nipple.  My fingers milking up his  shaft to draw forth the 
last few drops of cum.  Finally pulling my head  back and taking a deep breath 
as I lick around my lips.
    Awkwardly turning on the footboard to the  other side and finding the 
hard cock of Mike in the darkness.  My lips  pulling the knob into my warm 
slick mouth.  Working George's cum and my  saliva into the shaft lubing it as 
I seal around his cock head and pull my  cheeks to suckle his engorged 
purple crown.  A hand pushing down on my head  after a few strokes of my mouth up 
and down the shaft.  Tasting the thick  release of his cum and the loud 
grunt as he spews his seed into my mouth.   Gouts of thick creamy white cum 
filling my mouth.   Holding just the  knob in my lips as spurt after spurt fill 
my mouth with the lovely cream.   Fingers again milking the shrinking shaft 
and tasting the last drop from the  distended cum slit.
    Pulling off the warm shaft and sitting as I  work the cum into a froth 
in my mouth.  Finally contentedly swallowing the  load of seed.  Weakly 
pushing myself up off of my knees and popping out of  the blanket into the 
swirling snow.  The cold forgotten for those minutes  of pleasure.  Awkwardly, 
pulling my panties and jeans up over my thighs and  then ass and hips.  
Zipping them to hide the engorged lips of my  pussy.  Trying to tuck my tee shirt 
into the pants, as I feel the chill of  the evening finding any opening in 
my clothing.  George and Mike looking at  me as I wipe the droplets of 
moisture, cum from my face.  Teasing them as I  lick it from my finger.  Tongue 
sliding over and around the finger  tip.
    Feeling George's hands resting against my  mound as he sits back, a 
look of satisfaction on his face.  Now, Mike,  refusing to even look at me, 
pretending to watch a game obscured by the blowing  snow.
    The PA sounding like a distant voice as the  end of the blizzard like 
game ends with a victory for OLL.  Final score  20-10. 
    George and Mike joining Terry at the booth as  he packs up the 
equipment.  Me trying to fold the snow laden blankets and  carrying them as best I 
can.  The snow finding every opening in my  jacket.  The wet flakes melting 
on my warm flesh.  Looking at the boys  as they bullshit with Terry, as if 
nothing happened.  As if they didn't get  a blow job from BJ Rave, or HJ Rave 
(hand job).............the easy girl if you  need some attention.  That is 
my reputation, the reason no one would sit  with me in the stands.  No girls 
or boys, other then Terry's  friends. 
    Grabbing Terry's blanket and following the  three Seniors to his car.  
Dropping the blankets from the stands in the  trunk and holding the one 
Terry had in the booth in my arms as I climb in the  back seat with George.  
Mike riding shotgun.  George's finger's  gripping my thigh as we drop off Mike 
and then him.  One last pat of his  fingers against my puss lips and out of 
the car.   "See you tomorrow  Terry.  Good game, huh Rave?"
    Climbing over the front seat and riding  shotgun now.  Moving closer to 
Terry and leaning against his shoulder as he  drives.  My thigh pressing 
against his, hand resting on his thigh.   Enjoying the closeness that we are 
sharing.  Knowing I would never be his  girlfriend. 
    My hand moving up and down his lean  thigh.  Massaging along his right 
leg as he drives slowly through the snow  laden streets.  Continuing as he 
doesn't resist my attention.  Taking  a deep breath and finally moving to cup 
the bulge in his jeans.  Squeezing  it through his pants.  Then sliding 
down his zipper as he slides forward a  little bit on the seat.  My small hand 
finally capturing my goal, and  sliding it out into the air.  His swollen 
cock warm and hard.  So  similar to the two cocks earlier in the bleachers.  
Loving the feel of the  soft flexible flesh on the outside of the shaft, and 
the more solid  core.    Looking down, in the passing street lights, seeing 
the  smooth velvety head, as my thumb rubs over the elastic cap.  Hearing 
his  soft moan as I continue to lean contentedly against his shoulder.
    The car pulling into an open parking place  across from College Hill 
Park.  Looking through the windshield at the blue  white blanket of pristine 
snow.  The snow falling heavy now, small flakes  filling the ruts made by 
passing cars.  Must be at least 6-8 inches of snow  already.  An early winter 
present for the weekend.
    Looking up at Terry and feeling his lips as  they kiss my forehead.  
Pressing softly against it, as he brushes my long  dark hair to the side.  
Melting as I see his smile in the semi-gloom.   "Rave, I think I know the 
answer; but did you do anything with George or  Mike.  I only saw the two of them 
wrapped in the blankets that the three of  you were in."  Feeling a moment 
of dread as I look up, my lips  quivering.  "I am sorry Terry.  George 
sucked on my neck."  A  simple answer, a simple explanation.  Those words telling 
him more then a  whole explanation could.  His hand reaching up and pushing 
my scarf and  collar back, stroking the spot that is most likely bruising 
into a  hickey.
    A soft laugh.  Shaking his head in mock  dismay, "which of my little 
girls showed up tonight?  BJ or HJ."  His  fingers stroking over the smooth 
flesh, knowing the spot, caressing the  spot.  Feeling my response as my body 
shifts on the seat.  My fingers  tightening on the swollen member of his 
cock.  The soft expulsion of my  breath, as my nipples harden under my coat.  
My body responding so quickly  to Terry's touch.  "Please.  Please. "  The 
words imploring  him to take pity on me. 
    "Get in the back."  Feeling his hand  slapping my ass as I half roll 
over into the back seat.  The front seat  sliding forward as he pulls it all 
the way to the front.  Then as I spread  the one dry blanket on the seat, and 
undo my coat and jeans, moving them down my  legs.  Awkwardly kicking them 
over my wet sneakers.  My long thin legs  white in the darkness in back.  
Skimming my panties down my legs an onto  the floor.  Laying waiting, as he 
looks down at me.  Then watching as  he slides over the seat.  His hardon 
still sticking through his  jeans.  Leaning against the back seat, as he slides 
his pants down to his  ankles.  Feeling the warmth of his body as he lays 
across me.  His  cock warm and pulsing against my thigh.  Spreading my legs to 
the sides,  lifting them into the air, exposing my slightly covered pussy 
with a down of  dark hair. 
    My labia already, still swollen from  earlier.  Not having had any 
satisfaction, my not quite virgin pussy wet  with my juices.  Feeling the knob 
of his cock press against my wet  slit.  Then the opening being pushed apart, 
 and......................Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, a loud moan of pleasure as I 
feel  his cock pushing my walls apart, the tissue forming around the cock 
as it pushes  into my cunt.   Feeling him inflating his cock head against my  
walls.  His thicker pubic hair rubbing against mine.  My legs curling  and 
wrapping around his hips, ankles diggin into his lower back.
    His hand pushing my sweatshirt and teeshirt  over my bra, exposing the 
small cups, my back lifting as his fingers nimbly undo  the clasp.  His 
fingers then pushing the bra above my flat chest.   Only the thick pointy 
nipples rising from my body.  His mouth finding one  and biting gently.  My body 
writhing against his groin as the sweet  sensations, shoot to my core.  His 
fingers working one nipple his mouth the  other.  His body still as my lower 
body moves against him, fucking his cock  as I push and pull myself against 
him.  Seeing his smile as he works my  ultra sensitive nipples.  A quick 
orgasm, of muscle contracting on his  swollen shaft.  Helpless wriggling on his 
cock, like a worm on a fish  hook.  My mewling sound filling the confines 
of the car.  Then biting  my lower lip as he rotates his hips, fucking into 
my body.  His strokes  controlled as he works my pussy into a frenzy of need. 
 Bracing on one hand  as he pounds my cunt into the backseat.  His other 
hand finding my unhooded  clit and pinching it softly, again and again.  My 
body jerking in an  uncontrolled release.   Clenching hard as my legs tense 
and one hard  contraction after another, milking his cock.   As I lay back 
weak with  my release, I feel him tense and then know his cock is feeding my 
cunt, my womb  his delicious seed.  Coating my walls and cervix with is  sperm.
    Looking up at him with tears in my eyes as he  finally rests against 
me.  His semi hard cock still in my pussy.  His  balls hanging in their sack 
against my asshole as my legs reluctantly release  his hips.  My legs sliding 
down his long lean thighs and resting on the  blanket beneath me.  Pulling 
my feet to the side as Terry pulls his jeans  up over his lean flanks.  
Tightening them around his waist, as I lay 3/4  nude spread open and leaking 
onto the seat.  The creamy cum, puddling  between my thighs, as my fingers 
scoop at the white cream.  Licking the goo  from my fingers as I lay back open 
and spent.  Then finally wiping myself  with my panties and shoving them in a 
pocket of my jacket.  Pulling my  jeans back over my legs.  The tight sheaf 
making me shiver as the seam  brushes against my bare clit.  Pulling my 
shirts down, bra still undone and  buttoning my jacket.  Sliding over the seat 
to lean against Terry  again.  Feeling my crotch wet and leaking his juices, 
my juices, staining  my pants.  "Thank you," as I kiss his arm. 
    Enjoying the short ride of a few blocks  home.  Sliding back to lay 
against the window as we pull up at my  block.  "I'll get the blankets tomorrow 
and clean them up?"  Looking  at Terry expectantly as I wait on the 
sidewalk.  Then following him up the  steps to the porch and opening the front 
door.  "Thanks Terry, I will see  you tomorrow."  Looking back as his soft words 
reach my ears.  "Sleep  well sis,  see you in the morning Rave."
 
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