As many of you know, I was a college cheerleader back in the..

As many of you know, I was a college cheerleader back in the day at the University of Wisconsin. Which is the polite way of saying that my pussy’s no stranger to running back cock. But of all the positions, the one that turns me on most is defensive end (think Clowney and the younger guy from Cleveland. They represent the epitome of dominant male physicality combined with an agressive testosterone-fueled ferocity which, in a primal world, would sit then at the apex, thereby giving the right to eat and fuck anything and anyone of their choosing. In short, their nut is what every woman’s wired to want dripping from their pussies. Bottom line. I have this little fantasy where I’m playing quarterback dressed in a sexy little pink lingerie league uniform. I confidently strut to to the line and take my position under center, the whole while scanning the opposing defense for any tell in their coverage that I might be able to discern. I take the snap and drop back to find the single coverage. But they’ve successfully blitzed a corner without my awareness, leaving my running back unable to assist the weak side tackle. Just as I get the pass off, the two opposing ends sandwich me from either side, bringing me roughly to the turf. Expecting that they’ll allow me up to return to the huddle, I quickly realize that it’s not their intention I feel their hands begin to aggressively probe my large breasts and at least one of their fingers has made its way into my sweaty ass crack, so far still on the outside of my satiny little shorts. Before I even realize it my breasts have both been completely bared and my shorts are twisted around my knees. All I can think about is getting the play call from the sideline and avoiding a delay of game penalty. But these two brutes are now fully erect, and to my astonishment, the head referee’s called an official time out to let them fully celebrate their sack. My ass is hoisted and my sweaty little panties are unceremoniously yanked to the side. I don’t even have to see it to know that the thick cock about to invade me to my very core is easily the largest that my little married pussy will have ever taken. And, as much as I detest the thought of it being wet for these animals, I pray for my own sake that it is. Fortunately, the giant black snake easily penetrates it mark, methodically making its way, inch by exquisite inch with no resistance to speak of, all the way to the entrance to my womb, where it forcefully continues its primal journey unchecked, easily breaching my cervixx. This never before experienced sensation instantly triggers a cataclysmic orgasm that I humiliatingly realize is taking place on national television. The thought of Chris collinsworth frantically masturbating in the press box quickly flashes across my mind’s eye. Meanwhile, the strong side end also has needs that have gone unattended for far too long. The pear sized head of his erect penis is now aggressively pushing against my pretty married lips, and my hopes for a penalty flag for roughing the passer begin to fade to oblivion. I quickly realize that the only way to escape this predicament is to service these edge rushers to the absolute best of my capabilities. To be continued...