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Later when we were all dressed,
each guy took turns giving me a deep goodbye kiss. Then they walked out of the
room. I looked at the table and noticed blood on the table. I quickly grabbed a
towel and cleaned it up. Then the door opened. I tensed up as I thought it was
another worker. Then I heard, “Shelley?”

I turned to see Kit
standing there alone. “Yes Kit?” I replied.

“I just want to make
sure you truly are all right. That was the best time I’ve ever had, but it
being your first time I just want to make sure you don’t have any regrets,” he
said so politely that it made my heart swell.

“Yes, thank you. I am
quite well I promise you. Thank you for showing me such pleasure, I never
thought it was possible to do something like that in real life,” I said as I
blushed.

He gave me a sweet kiss
and then walked out. I sighed wondering if I would ever see him naked again. I
knew that I would eventually see him on campus at some point through out the
year but I didn’t expect anything from him.

***

A week passed and I had replayed
what had happened over and over in my mind. It was so hot that I would get wet
just thinking about it. Then I had a chance to see the guy again but in a
different way. It was time for the big homecoming game of the season. The
entire campus was abuzz with team spirit. Everyone was talking about the star
quarter back, Kit. His photo was on the front page of the campus newspaper and
it was all I could do to not have an orgasm every time I saw it. I went to the
game for the first time. I never went to football games because I was a loner
librarian girl and spent most of my time studying or reading. This time however
a few of the student workers in the library invited me to go with them and I
jumped at the chance. I wanted to see my hot lovers in action. I was astounded
by what I saw.

When the guys came out onto the
field amidst a lot of fanfare it was very exciting. However once they started
playing I was more turned on than ever. Kit was a very good quarterback and he
threw passes to Trevor or Blake and each time it resulted in a touch down. I
found myself jumping up and cheering with the rest of the crowd at the
excitement of it. I felt my panties getting wet the more I watched them in
their tight uniforms. It was heavy with testosterone and as a female it had an
effect on me. By the time the game was over I was a mess of feeling so aroused.
I needed to get home and relieve myself with long amounts of masturbating. The
group I was with were going to a party and I did not want to go. I needed to be
alone. However that all changed when I heard, “The football team is going to
the party.”

I stopped in my tracks and said,
“Hey I think I will go to the party after all if it’s still cool to tag along?”
I asked.

“Yes of course! Let’s go!”

Half an hour later we were at a
large craftsman house off campus. It was your typical college party with kegs
and music. I stayed with my little group of nerdy librarians in our corner that
we staked out. I didn’t care to mingle with anyone else. I watched the door
waiting for the football team to come in, but they never did. I knew it took a
while after a game. After all they did win the game and there would be
interviews and then of course showering and changing. I closed my eyes briefly
and imagined them all naked in the shower. Kit was right about me, as I was a
filthy girl with a filthy imagination. Finally I heard uproar of voices. People
began chanting and the team burst in the door. Everyone was very excited. I
held my breath waiting to see Kit. However, I still did not see him. I did see
Trevor and Blake walk in but they did not notice me. I was invisible in my
corner with the other nerdy librarians.

The night wore on and I made my way
upstairs to the bathroom. I had decided that I would leave after I was done. I
had waited around long enough and Kit was probably with some cheerleader
anyway. Later, I walked back downstairs and looked for my friends to tell them
I was leaving. Then I felt a hand on my arm. It was firm and hard, “Shelley?
What are you doing here?”

I turned to see Kit smiling at me.
I was shocked and caught off guard.

“I went to the game with some
friends and then they wanted to come here. I was just looking for them to tell
them that I’m leaving,” I whispered in his ear.

“I went to the library yesterday
looking for you,” he said.

“You did? Why? Yesterday was my day
off,” I said.

“Because I can’t stop thinking
about you. I think about that day over and over and it’s the hottest thing that
I’ve ever done,” he said.

“Oh, but what about your
girlfriend?” I asked.

He laughed and said, “I don’t have
a girlfriend Shelley. I might be a jock but I am actually a good guy. I
wouldn’t have fucked you if I had a girlfriend.”

“Oh I see, but …” I couldn’t finish
my sentence.

Kit pressed his mouth on mine and
kissed me. I was surprised that he was doing it right in the middle of the
party where all his friends could see.

I kissed him back and he wrapped
his arms around me and kissed me with more passion. Finally he pulled away and
said, “Come on I want to introduce you to my friends.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Guys! This is her. This is
Shelley,” he yelled at a few of his jock friends who all had very pretty girls
on their arms.

“Shelley! There she is!” one guy
yelled.

“We were starting to think Kit made
you up. He wouldn’t stop talking about the hot librarian he’s in love with,”
one of the girls said as she smiled at me.

I just smiled and said, “Hello.”

Then I looked at Kit as he smiled at
me. It didn’t go beyond my notice that the girl said he was in love with me. I
smiled at him and cocked my head to the side waiting for an explanation. He
leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “She’s right. I think I’ve fallen for
you. It must be because I took your virginity. I’ve never had that experience
before.” He winked at me and I knew that he was being playful but partly
serious.

We enjoyed the party for a while
longer. Then we went back to his place. He introduced me to his roommate and
then we didn’t leave his bed for the rest of the weekend. We enjoyed each
other’s bodies and fucked for hours. I could never get enough of his cock. I
felt like a cock hungry jezebel. Then after that weekend it just sort of
happened. I became his girlfriend. He never asked me to be his girlfriend but
he was introducing me to people as his girlfriend and we were together all the
time. That’s how I, the nerdy librarian, became the girlfriend of the hot
athletic star quarterback jock.

The
End

An All Night Ramming

Getting
it Up

In order to fully convey the questionable content of this
incident, I must describe the events that took place in a somewhat sordid,
detailed manner. Obscene occurrences will be told, make no doubt of this.
Although a great many years have passed since the first episode transpired – it
remains fresh in my mind, and rightfully so, as I am sure all will agree once
you come to know my story. Now… I guess it is time to begin.

***

My name is Toysin Tinkerbottoms. Others usually just referred to
me as Toy for short. Nothing affectionate, mind you. It was simply an
abbreviated, almost mocking nickname. How so? Well, as some of you may recall I
used to serve as the apprentice toy tinkerer up at ol’ famous amusement workshop.
That’s right. I worked in the most highly touted manufacturers warehouse, right
in the
big man’s
very own headquarters. Back then I wasn’t overly jolly
about the position. Work seemed to be work. Day in, day out. I remember
thinking at the time how strange it seemed that they would even hire a meek lad
such as myself. But apparently I possessed a few other desirable qualities. A
trait or two that had hidden potential. Now, bear in the mind, the owners, Mr.
and Mrs. Moundrammer, always hire new help together. It is their time honored
tradition... welcoming in the new help.

The muscular husband will sit there in his big, red, comfy chair
-- while Mrs. Moundrammer rests in a similar, yet slightly smaller one, right
there beside him. Hand in hand most of the time. And generally the place is
pretty crowded during the hiring season (this takes place a number of months
before the big holiday season arrives). There were big lines when I arrived.
Huge
lines! I remember them stretching out through multiple doorways, several
hallways, and even a few adjacent buildings. Countless little hopefuls eager to
find a job. I myself went out of boredom. Working was a foreign concept to me.
I’d never really had a job at that point – maybe a few chores around the house,
sure, but nothing
real.
Being a young, naïve man, I ventured off to the
gigantic, lavish, and spectacular workshop to take my shot at glory. What a
first job it would be!

…Okay, okay!

In truth my parents forced me out the door and shoved my rump over
to the shop. They were tired of me being old and lazy; and after scolding me
for it countless times, Dad finally got up the nerve to boot his little son
from the nest. He seemed to think twenty years old was old enough to begin
working – what a crock!

And so there I was… waiting my turn for evaluation in the line
leading up to the Moundrammer’s chamber.

But as I did so, I began to notice a gathering of people a short
ways off. Another line soon formed in that spot. Over on the opposite side of
the main crowd. Only this other line seemed to be in direct contrast to our
own. For it was the line populated by the rejected and dejected applicants.
Those deemed unworthy, unfit, un-whatever by the Moundrammers. You could tell
by their hung heads and slow, plodding steps. Shamed… Poor, heartbroken little
critters. Whereas in my line, there were only cheerful faces and hopeful
expressions. All those eager men and women wishing to be chosen for this
wondrous opportunity.

There was an odd looking girl exiting from the denied line. She
had a pretty face, sure, but I wouldn’t know what to do with a pretty girl! All
I could do was blush and turn away. But this girl appears different than the
rest. She didn't appear saddened by her dismissal, not in the least. At least
her face didn't show it anyway, if she was. This pretty lass looks over at me –
at
me
of all people! And immediately upon making eye contact, she smiles
in the most deviant manner. A moment later her fingers rises in a “come hither”
motion. Here evidently my face lit up like spotlight. I felt the blood rushing
into my cheeks, a searing heat of embarrassment. I could only gulp and look
away. But as the seconds ticked by, I held the distinct impression that this
girl was still staring. I dared to look up – and she was! Only this time, it
wasn’t just a smile that greeted me…

A cheeky little thing apparently. For as soon as I glanced upward,
she brought a hand to her shapely breast (which stood out in bold relief
despite the stylish, layered clothing) and jiggled it up and down. I stared,
harder than I’ve ever stared in my entire life – fixated on this amazingly
provocative body part, right there calling me over. That lascivious smile
remained plastered on that pretty face. She made me so hot I could feel the ground
melting beneath my feet.

And still she continued on! The girl’s other hand rose slowly and
gripped the zipper at the top of her jacket. It began the slow, heavenly
descent… How desperately, yet fearfully I awaited that lingering zipper to be
ripped downward, exposing the beautiful bosom beneath it.

“Lines moving, idiot!” came a voice as I felt myself being shoved
forward.

The impact sent me colliding into the guy standing several paces
ahead.

Oof!

But no matter, there was still only one thing on my mind as I
whirled my head back around just in time to see the young, shapely girl walking
off… laughing to herself among a few friends. The lovely breast hanging in its
rightful, innocent place.

However, the dumb woman had done her magic! I felt the lingering
jolts of excitement shooting straight down to my naughty bits as the line
progressed forward. Thoughts of her heavenly body and the slow, taunting,
unzipping tease filled my mind – just in the same way I wanted to fill her full
of some burning, white-hot appreciation. Now keep in mind this was at a point
in my life where I didn’t possess full control over, well let’s say, I didn’t
have the maturity to always control what happened from beneath the waist. And
as you know, I’m sure, we men are prone to wearing some tighter clothing when
out job hunting...

Keeping these things in mind, imagine the shock and terror rising
in my body as I approached the doorway leading into the evaluation chamber. By
this point there was no more than half a dozen hopefuls in front of me. And
here I couldn’t control the raging toy in my pants! No matter how hard I tried
or what disgusting image I thought of, the picture of that damn girl and her
perfect breast would reenter my brain and send a blaring signal below saying
MORE FUEL! MORE COAL! STOKE THE FIRE! And each time my already tight pants
would grow a little tighter. I even took my suave hat off to cover the area – I
sure didn’t want any of the other men poking fun at my poking fun. This
provided me with the slightest relief possible, knowing I could mask this
issue, no matter how awkward it appeared.

A teary eyed girl came stepping out of the room. I guess she didn’t
make the cut. The droplets of sadness seem to freeze before they even departed
from her cheeks. And how pretty they were. Very feminine. Oh no… and there I
went again. I could think of nothing else other than seeing her strip me down,
pull my trousers low, and beg me to spray this liquid passion all across her
pitiable face.
Let me warm those tears for you, darling.
And she would
take me in her mouth—

“Come on stupid, lines moving!” Yet another shove sent me
spiraling forward. Right beyond the threshold of the evaluation chamber. I saw
the cheerful red interior colors. The inviting decorations and warmness. An
altogether homey sort of place, one very befitting of the legendary
Moundrammers, I had to admit.

“Next, please,” I heard a masculine, yet slightly aged voice call
out.

Uh oh… I looked in front of me and saw no one. Not a single boy or
girl stood between me and the
big man!
That same annoying hand as before
prodded me on the back, ushering me forward. And here the realization hit me.
Sheer humiliation! My face exploded with redness, so hot, so scorching with
embarrassment. For at this moment, as I reached down to cover my still growing
excitement, I noticed the dapper hat of mine had been knocked loose from my
hand. It lay several paces back; quickly being stomped and walked on. Every
attempt I made to retrieve it was met with another shove, another push, another
impudent moron moving me forward into the evaluation chamber.

“It’s ok, sonny,” said the virile voice.

I froze. Nothing left to do but drop my hands over the spectacle
in my pants and hope for the best. Those tiny feet of mine shuffled inside. And
here I saw, for the first time in person, Mr. Moundrammer! And his wife, Mrs.
Moundrammer, of course. There he sat in his chair. Mrs. Moundrammer held his
hand, just as I had been told of. She leaned over and whispered something into
her husband’s ear. He laughed heartily.

“Come a bit closer, young one. Let us have a look at you,” Jonah
Moundrammer intoned.

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

“That’s better,” he said, and even though I didn’t dare to look, I
felt the twinkle in his eye. And oddly, I felt another emotion from a different
set of eyes. One I didn’t quite recognize.

“Now,” Jonah began, but he quickly found himself cut off.

“Now,” came the motherly yet feminine voice, “Now, what is your
name?”

My eyes remained glued to the floor as I spoke. “Uhh, T-t-toy,
err, Toysin Tin—umm, Toysin—“

“It’s ok, don’t be nervous,” Mrs. Moundrammer assured me.

“Toysin Tinkerbottoms!” I blurted, thankful just to get the words
from my mouth.

“Toysin… Tinkerbottoms…” they said together. “Hmm, I don’t
recognize it. Do you, dear?”

“No,” Mrs. Moundrammer replied.

“My-my-my father worked in an old factory of your fathers, sir,” I
informed them.

This was met with a series of
ahhh’s
and such.

“An honorable position,” Mr. Moundrammer said – although I
couldn’t be sure of his sincerity. “Now tell us, Tinkerbottoms was it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes, Toy Tinkerbottoms, tell us please what it is you would like
to do here.”

“I want that dirty gir—“ I fumbled so stupidly already! Idiot!
“Umm no, I meant I want to be a toy tinkerer.”

“Oh yes…” came their synchronized response. “Well then step forward
here and show us your tinkering, Tinkerbottoms!”

Uh oh…
The moment
had come. Well, not quite that fortunate yet. But as I raised my head,
desperately seeking approval, which Jonah Moundrammer provided by smiling and
broadly waving me forward.

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

I positioned myself right behind the thin table – which several
toys sat upon.

“Grab one and step forward, please Toysin,” requested Mr.
Moundrammer.

Remove my hands?
The only
thing concealing my southern staff?!?! How! A minute or two must have passed
before the man spoke again.

“It’s ok, any of them will do. Just go ahead and grab one off the
table and come on over.”

There’s his sweet, loving smile again. The pictures didn't do him
justice. Somehow it made my perverted thoughts all the more disgraceful. What
would Mrs. Moundrammer think!? But I couldn’t stop now. Not here. And so I
grabbed a toy at random with lighting swiftness, a wooden truck or something
similar, hoping to cover what needed to be covered and walked forward, making
sure to keep it held low and tight. The wood rubbed against my own wood, which
only seemed to make matters worse. As it became galvanized to life once more
with even greater vigor than before. I felt it begin to extend outward! The
tightening pants straining to hold back the eager mischief maker -- my eyes
(along with a southern object) bulging with fright. The rush of blood had me
believing I might faint at any second.

“Fine choice,” Jonah said. “Now hold it up high here and let us
see how you tinker.”

Gulp…
Those eyes
again…

***