Superstar Maker

Superstar Maker</p>
Author's notes: Everyone is over eighteen. I wrote this for the Sports Challenge but got tied up with other things. It probably won't make it into that challenge, but who knows? I hope you enjoy it, even if it doesn't.
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Lilly was a typical small town Midwestern girl. She was smart, lovely, and buxom. Of average height, her curves were all in the right places, and she had never lacked for dates. Lilly was not a particularly good athlete but kept herself fit by running, enjoying the solitude of the early morning and her favorite tunes pounding from the earbuds in her ears. Other than these things, there was nothing special about her, for the most part.
Going to college was exciting, and she did well. At the end of her first year, she met Jerry at a dance. He was a handsome, athletic six-footer from the East Coast. He had been able to make the football team's roster but had never gotten to suit up for a game. Friendly and outgoing, he got her home number and called regularly all summer long. This made the excitement she felt going to college in her freshman year pale into insignificance compared to the second.
Since Lilly attended last year, it didn't require her pesky parents to accompany her. She had said her goodbyes in the driveway as she packed the few items she needed, the rest having been stored at school, and took her car. She had gotten it for graduation but wasn't allowed, as a freshman, to take it to college. Now, as a sophomore, she had already gone online and acquired her parking permit.
They met at her dorm amid hugs and kisses, renewing their acquaintance. Flush with cash, Jerry took her to dinner and a movie. They ended the night in an embrace and open mouth kiss. Lilly was no virgin. In her senior year of high school, once she hit eighteen, Lilly lost her virginity to Hyram Woodvale. He was a local farmer's boy who was shy and had dropped out of school. It wasn't that she loved him or anything. She just wanted to get rid of the stigma of her virginity, and he couldn't tell tales to her schoolmates. Her sights were set on more worthy lovers, and she had what many would call a wild time finishing high school. In her freshman year, Lilly had several lovers and had a commensurate experience.
Jerry was a typical East Coaster, that is, North East, New York, to be specific. He was loud, cocky, pushy, and arrogant. He would have been in Lilly's panties, but he also had enough experience to know that sometimes it is better to hold off, and the best is when she asks for it.
They didn't hang out with each other much except on that first weekend because Jerry had to be in practice a lot.
That Tuesday, Jerry called her and asked her to go to the dining hall for dinner. Just as she arrived, Jerry came running up to her, scooped her up, planted a kiss on her, and swung around in a circle with her feet off the ground. His sheer strength excited her, and she surrendered to his outlandish behavior.
Putting her down, he said excitedly, "I am going to suit up for the game! The second-string quarterback failed the drug test, so coach Willard called me up. Isn't that fucking fantastic!"
Patting his cheek, she replied just as excitedly, "Yes, wonderful!"
Game 1- Of course, Lilly was in the stands right down front, and, of course, the second-string quarterback didn't play. Jerry was good in that he strode up and down the sidelines, keeping his mind on the game. The school's quarterback wasn't all that great and it again looked like this was going to be "another building season." They were up by only three points in the third quarter, and the entire picture changed.
The hit wasn't a nice hit, as one defensive player hit the quarterback high from behind, and another hit the quarterback directly on his right knee. The quarterback's scream was heard in the top row of the stands, bringing everything to silence. To his credit, Jerry was the first to the fallen teammate, and the injured quarterback was soon carried off the field, packed in an ambulance, and sent to the hospital with a standing ovation.
Coach patted Jerry on the shoulder and sighed, "It's up to you, Son."
This was Jerry's first game in college and is one he will try for the rest of his entire life to forget. Things did not go well. In a quarter and a half, he was sacked eight times, threw two interceptions, missed a handoff, and therefore lost the three point lead and the game. Jerry was devastated.
When Jerry came off the field, the coach pounded his shoulder and, groaning, said, "We have some work to do."
Coach Wilson certainly did work Jerry hard. He had almost no time for Lilly and, by the end of the day, was exhausted. He didn't seem to improve, though. In practice he fumbled, threw interceptions, and just didn't seem to get the hang of it. The coach didn't give up. He couldn't there were no more backup quarterbacks that were even as good as Jerry. The roster had one hundred and twenty-five players üzümlü escort but Jerry was the best of the quarterback candidates.
At the end of practice, the night before the game, Coach, holding Jerry's shoulder, shaking his head said, "Just do your best," dropped his hand and walked slowly away.
Later, as they sat in the back seat of Jerry's car, Lilly cooed in his ear, "Oh, Jerry, don't worry. It's okay."
He pushed her away slightly and sighed, "I thought I would do better than that, fuck."
"Jerry, I don't like to see you like this," Lilly whined.
"I guess I am no good," Jerry spat out.
Without thinking, Lilly just drew him into an open-mouthed lover's kiss. He tried to pull away, but she held fast, and soon, he surrendered to her sweet tongue playing and dancing with his. He could taste the bright, minty freshness of her toothpaste.
Even with this, when their lips parted, Jerry sighed, "I'm just a loser."
With that, Lilly again drew him into a deep lover's kiss and, taking his hand, put it on her right breast. Things went quicker now as she held his hand there, kneading the back of his hand to encourage his kneading of her breast. Once he began to respond, she then began to stroke his cock through his pants. She could feel his member create a bulge.
"Jerry, do I make you hard?" she breathed directly into his mouth.
All he could do was nod.
"Good, I like to make men hard, and I know what to do with it when they get hard. Would you like me to show you?" she breathed seductively, continuing to rub his cock.
Again, all he could do was nod.
First, she opened her blouse and unfastened her bra taking his hand and putting it directly on her tit.
"There, that feels nice," she cooed.
As he was distracted by her tits, she began to release his belt, button, and zipper. Soon, his pants and briefs were on the floorboards, and her blouse and bra were with them.
Taking his cock in her hand, she exclaimed admiringly, "You have a nice cock."
She engulfed the tip and sucked hard, releasing it with a loud pop. Smiling and looking him in the eyes, she slipped it in again and began to bob up and down on his cock, taking a little more each time until he felt it hit the back of her throat.
"Oh, I love this cock," she squealed, looking him seductively in the eyes. She murmured, "You make me so wet, Jerry."
At this point, the roles reversed, and Jerry became the aggressor. He pulled her into a lover's embrace to her squeals, kneading her tits. She could feel his rippling muscles even through his shirt. His hand slipped down under her skirt and rubbed her pussy through her thong.
"Oh, Jerry, that feels so good," she exclaimed.
Fiddling unsuccessfully with the catch to her skirt, she helped him, releasing it and pulling it over her head. His hand found her thong and pushed its way inside, his hand now kneading her pussy as well.
"Oh, fuck," Lilly exclaimed when two fingers invaded her pussy, and he thumbed her clit.
She took his face in her two hands and kissed him open-mouthed, arching into his hand synchronizing to the rhythm of his probing fingers. Lilly, in a frenzy, stripped him of his shirt and t-shirt and rubbed her tits topped with her rock-hard nipples on his chest, drawing erotic patterns.
"Oh, Jerry, don't stop. Fuck, yes," she whined as her legs began to tremble. "Fuck, yes, I'm going to cum, Jerry, fuck, don't stop," she wailed.
For a few moments, the pitch of her wailing increased until it seemed almost ultrasonic.
"Fuck," she exclaimed, finally embracing him, his face between her ample tits as she bucked and squirmed and trembled, squealing unintelligible sounds, almost animal-like.
She near convulsed on his lap, grinding her pussy into his hand. Jerry held her tight, slobbering on her tits, licking, sucking, tweaking, and nipping those luscious long nipples on those equally luscious tits. Finally reduced to just trembling, she surrendered to his arms, but he didn't stop. He continued to finger her. At first, in the afterglow of the orgasm, she didn't notice, but it soon registered.
"Oh, Jerry, oh fuck," she wailed as a mantra encouraging him to continue. Soon as she began to mount her mountain again, she squealed, "Fuck me, Jerry. Fuck me, please."
Suddenly, near blind with passion, Jerry, holding onto his last ounce of self-restraint, blurted out, "I...I don't have a condom."
"I'm on the pill. Fuck me," she wailed.
Happy to oblige, Jerry pushed her onto her back, stripped off her thong, and, rubbing his cock up and down her sloppy wet slit a couple of times, he slowly entered her. As he did, she sat up, eyes and mouth wide, gasping. Holding tight on her butt, he began to slowly pole her as she squealed.
"Oh, Yes, yes, fuck me, harder, Jerry, harder," Lilly begged.
Jerry picked up the pace and vigorousness of his strokes, forcing her along the uzunköprü escort seat until she was sitting back to the door, her head out the window howling. At the lookout point this would not be unexpected or noticed. In the sophomore parking lot under the lamp post was another thing.
"Shhhh," he tried to shush her. "You are going to get security down on our necks."
Instead, she arched hard and went halfway out the window with a shriek. Here she was, hanging half out of the car, naked tits and all bucking and humping and squirting in an over-the-top orgasm. Jerry hung on to keep her from falling out of the car entirely. Her bucking and humping, and squirting made it impossible for him to haul her back into the car. Anyway, he had some unfinished business and, realizing the sheer eroticism of the situation, grunted and spewed rope after rope of cum deep inside her pussy. The slickness caused by her squirt almost caused him to lose her, but he managed to hold on. Once they were both in the trembling stage, he managed to haul her back into the car.
"Holy fuck," she whistled. "That was the most incredible orgasm I have ever had."
Panting, he replied, "Me too. We better dress and get going I am sure security heard you."
"Ok," she replied but was barely able to breathe.
Jerry helped her the best he could but gave up on her bra and panties, shoving them into the pocket of her skirt. When Lilly was finally able to walk, Jerry walked her to the dorm.
Game 2 - Of course, Lilly was in the stands right down front. This time, the once second-string quarterback started, and her pussy still tingled from the previous evening.
Wilson patted Jerry on the back and, with a hopeless, fatalistic sigh, tried to encourage the young quarterback by saying, "Do your best."
Jerry's team lost the coin toss, so they were receiving, and what he imagined would be a nightmare was to start right away. To his and everyone's surprise, that is not how it worked out. Jerry was magnificent. He had supreme ball control and hit receivers accurately, even in double coverage. He seemed to know what was going on at all times and had a magnificent game. It was still close because although his throws were accurate, the receivers missed a lot, their defense sucked, but in the last minute, he managed to get them close enough so that even the useless field goal kicker they had got the three points breaking the tie and winning the game. The hometown crowd erupted in joyous celebration.
Coach Wilson just stood there open-mouthed at the end of the game, and when Jerry came off, the coach was not happy.
"What the heck, Son?" he bellowed. "When we practice, we give it our all. You've been sandbagging all week. I should bench you. When you come to practice on Monday, you better show me what you really got."
Jerry was just as stunned as everyone else. Halfway through the game he was questioning what was happening. It seemed like he couldn't miss, and things just seemed to slow down, so it was almost like all the other players were in slow motion, and he was at regular speed. He saw openings happen, anticipated accurately where people would or wouldn't be, and even just threw in the general direction of someone he hoped would be there and connected. It was like he didn't even have to try like it was all instinctual.
"I...I...I'm sorry, Coach," he whined.
"You better be," Coach Wilson said finally. "Anyway, good game."
When Jerry came out of the dressing room, Lilly leaped into his arms.
"You were magnificent," Lilly exclaimed, planting unashamedly an open-mouthed lover's kiss on him.
"Get a room," Mike, the not-very-good kicker, said.
Mike and Jerry were old friends. They had gone to high school together and played together on the school's football team. At the high school level, both had been adequate enough, but at the college level, they were both outclassed except for Jerry's seemingly sudden and miraculous play today.
"Fuck you," Jerry said, taking a breath only to dive back in.
Mike chuckled and walked on.
Hugging Lilly close, they followed. That evening as Jerry rolled off Lilly after finishing the second congratulatory fuck of the evening. Jerry sighed.
"Something wrong, mighty quarterback?" Lilly teased, cuddling under his arm.
"It's strange," he said confused.
"What's strange?" Lilly asked.
"How well I played," he replied.
Chuckling but confused herself, she said, "What do you mean?"
"I mean how well I played. At practice, I sucked as bad as the first game I played. Coach Wilson was like ready to give up on me. Fuck if he had anyone better, he would have played them," he said wondering.
"Don't run yourself down, Jerry. You were great today. Don't overthink it," she said, trying to encourage him.
"You don't understand," he said, sitting up. "I tried my best all week long in practice and sucked. In the game, van escort it was like I didn't even have to try. I threw, and it hit them."
Sitting up as well, she said, "Yes, but half the time, they missed. Wainright was terrible. He only caught two of your passes I saw, and Mike, I know he is an old friend, but frankly, I think I can kick better than him."
"Yeah, but why did I do so much better?" he pondered.
"Stop overthinking, Jerry. You did really well. Now, are you going to talk, or are we going to fool around?" she said seductively, grasping him and pulling him on top of her for their third congratulatory fuck of the evening.
Jerry was incredible at practice that week. Coach Wilson was poleaxed, and by Wednesday, he had meetings with the offensive coordinator.
"Bill, we have to use this new...whatever the heck happened to Jerry. It is like he is a Division 1 player, not Division 3. I've never seen this kind of improvement so quickly in my life," he said, baffled.
Scratching his head, Bill replied, "I know what you mean, Tom."
The two coaches burnt the midnight oil and gave Jerry the reformatted offensive strategy the next day. Jerry took to it like he had used it all his life. All both coaches could do was stand there open-mouthed as Jerry ran each new play perfectly the first time and even helped coach other players who did not pick up their assignments as fast. By the end of the next day, at least, Jerry knew the strategy perfectly.
Game 3 - Of course, Lilly was in the stands right down front, even though it was a travel game. She sat on the fans' bus for eight hours to get there. Jerry had a magnificent game. He ran the new offense like he had created it. It got to the point that Coach Wilson let him call some plays on his own. Again, the game was still close. Receivers dropped easy passes, running backs tripped over their big feet, the front four had trouble holding off the defense, causing Jerry to have to run for his life much of the time, and Mike missed chip shot kicks, but at the two-minute warning of the fourth quarter, there were no doubts they would lose, down by two points. It was at the end of the penultimate play of the game, with time run out, that everyone in the entire stadium stood open-mouthed.
It was third and long, and they were on their own twenty-yard line. With only seconds left, they would kick, obviously, in the next play. The opposition would then take a knee, and the game would be over. Plus, their punter wasn't much better than Mike, and since there had been a near run-back touchdown in the first quarter, all Jerry needed was a squibbed punt that the punter often did and a run back for a touchdown. Jerry made the decision to throw a long Hail Mary, telling his receivers just to keep running.
At the snap, the opposing team was out for blood. This was a rivalry game, and they had defeated Jerry's team each of the last seven years and were looking to make it eight. Jerry's front four collapsed almost instantly and the linebackers were almost to the scrimmage line at the snap with large holes they could run through. Jerry instantly instinctively juked and headed for the sideline, hoping to get out of bounds or, at least, get tackled near the scrimmage line. Only out of the corner of his eye did he see that one of his running backs had beaten the defender, leading by three or four yards. Jerry just instinctively planted and launched the ball an instant before the linebacker hit him so hard he saw stars.
The receiver was so far downfield that the defender had actually pulled up a bit, not expecting Jerry's throw, a perfect spiral. The surprised receiver continued to run as the ball came closer and closer. Finally, it nestled itself in his arms like it knew where to land, eighty yards from where Jerry threw it, and the receiver crossed into the end zone. The entire crowd went absolutely silent.
Division 1 players are expected to be able to pass sixty to seventy yards. Most NFL quarterbacks can throw approximately seventy yards accurately, and the occasional superstar eighty. Jerry had thrown a perfectly accurate pass eighty yards.
The shock quickly wore off, and Jerry's side of the field erupted in cheers as the other side groaned. With so long a pass and the play taking so long, the play clock had run out. Mike made the extra point, and Jerry's team won by five points.
Lying on the turf and still seeing stars, Jerry was dragged to his feet by Coach Wilson and hugged and pounded so hard by all the players and fans that he felt like he would be beaten to death.
"Holy fuck, what a throw," Coach Wilson exclaimed, using language Jerry had never heard him use. "How did you do that?" the excited coach exclaimed, not really looking for an answer.
This time, when coming out of the dressing room, about thirty women tried to leap into Jerry's arms. He pushed his way through the crowd to Lilly, picking her up and planting a kiss on her to the disappointed moans and groans of the other women in the crowd.
Looking Jerry in the eyes, Lilly breathed the words seductively into his open mouth, "I am so wet. Fuck, eight hours on the stinking bus before we can celebrate." Jerry sat her down, and not caring about the crowd, Lilly stroked his hard cock through his pants, whining, "I can't wait."