Angie's Bleacher Blowjobs

Have you ever heard of them? I’m talking about bleacher blowjobs; and, of course the cheerleader cum-eaters who give them. The girls also sometimes are called bleacher sluts (meant, of course, in a good way). Just go to any high-school football game nowadays, and you’ll see them. They are easy to spot. Usually, they are especially pretty school girls, standing or sitting together, dressed in tight, tight jeans, cheering their boys on. A disproportionate number are blondes. But what really sets them apart is their cheer. Often, it goes something like this: “Beat them. Beat them north and south! Then come over and fuck my mouth!” These girls are NOT subtle.

I’ve become a regular fan of a local high-school team where there is an especially pretty and eager blonde blow-girl named Angie. Let’s just say that Angie has taken bleacher blowjobs to a whole new level.

The first time I saw Angie, she was just sitting in the stands with everyone else. I was a bit late and approaching the bleachers from behind, so what I noticed about ‘Angie’ first was her long blonde hair and cute little butt in tight blue jeans. She also wore a tight black sweater, white sneakers, and a cute little chain belt around her waist. A funny thing I noticed, once I stopped ogling her ass, was that an older man was standing directly in front of her, facing her and looking down. Was this her Dad? I wondered. And why was he standing RIGHT in front of her and blocking her view like that. But, as I got closer, the reason became immediately apparent. You see, this sweet blonde was bobbing her head back and forth, her blonde hair swaying with each thrust of her head. I angled over to the side a bit. Could this girl be… no it couldn’t be… could she be… giving this guy a blowjob?

I could not believe it when I rounded the corner of the stands and looked up. This girl was sitting amid a group of friends, her eyes trying, as best they could, to watch the game, but her mouth wrapped around this guy’s huge, hard dick. And, all the while, she was sliding her mouth up and down its length.

“Hmm hmmmmm!” she screamed, all of a sudden, cheering her team on after they’d picked up 25 yards on a great pass play, despite the cock still filling her mouth. And then she resumed bobbing her head, back and forth, back and forth. After a few seconds, she raised her left hand up to brush some of her long blonde hair away from her face, and she happened to glance my way. I still stood there, stunned because of what I was seeing. For a second, I thought maybe she’d give me a reproachful look, given that I was so obviously ogling her sucking this man’s bone. But her eyes looked at me very, very invitingly. “Would you like to be next?” was what her eyes seemed to be saying. For the next minute or so, her eyes playfully watched me, as if teasing me, challenging me tostep forward too. And when I finally recovered enough to pull out my digital camera, she kept looking straight at me, pausing from her rhythmic motion a couple of times to pose prettily for me, her lips still wrapped around man-meat.

After a few more minutes, she stopped bobbing her head and gurgled a bit; and I realized that her mouth was being filled up with this guy’s cum. And then she started slowly sliding her mouth up and down the now slimy shaft again. Again she glanced my way, and I detected such pride in those eyes.

When she finally slid off this guy’s cock, she teasingly smiled at me and then swallowed. Then her eyes glanced up at the man whose cum she’d just swallowed and took him back inside her mouth to spit shine his cock. His dick was fully soft when she slid off and swallowed a second time. She smiled up at him and helped him do up his belt and zipper with her nimble hands. As he backed away a bit, she glanced over at me and asked pleasantly: “Do you want to be next?”

With my heart in my throat, I nodded, and then stepped towards her. She had used the break in the action to take a sip of a neighbor’s coke, and then cheer on the team.

“Woo hoo! Go Titans!” she cried. But then she smiled at me, the biggest warmest smile I’d ever seen. “Hi!” she said sweetly as she reached for my zipper. Then she added: “I hope you’re a Titans fan! I only blow Titans fans.”

“I am now!” I answered, making her laugh.

The girl next to her teased her a bit too, and they bantered back and forth for about thirty seconds or so. But then Angie smiled up at me again, and leaned forward to take my now semi-rigid wang in her mouth.

“Hmmmmmmm,” she hummed, happily.

Suddenly self-conscious at having my cock inside the mouth of a teenage girl on a crowded bleacher, I quickly glanced around. The stands were not chalked full of people; but they were full enough… mostly of parents, grandparents, and other students; and only a few seemed to be noticing what was happening with me. One was a grey-haired elderly lady who just smiled; another was a guy walking around with a camcorder, mostly filming the game, but every so often turning to film the crowd, especially Angie. Angie saw him, but just kept sucking me, her eyes bright and happy. And then there was a small group of guys who seemed Angie’s age, who obviously were enjoying seeing this pretty girl at work.

“Hey, Angie!” one called out. “Are you stuffing your face again?”

“Hmm hmmm,” Angie responded, pleasantly.

And, finally, there was the girl sitting next to Angie, who turned out to be Angie’s cousin. She smiled up at me too and told me that Angie did this at all the games.

“What?” I asked.

“Uh huh,” the girl said. “Lots of girls do it.”

I looked at her, and then glanced down at Angie, who was so obviously enjoying the cock in her mouth. “Hmm hmm,” she said to me sweetly.

I pulled my camera back out to capture some nice close-up shots of this lovely young blonde, while continuing to listen to her cousin.

“They’re called ‘cheerleader sperm-eaters’ or ‘bleacher whores’, and they’re at every game.

“She’s a prostitute?” I gasped, glancing down at Angie, who continued to bob her head back and forth into my groin.

“Oh, no! They’re all just having fun.”

“Hmm hmmmmmmm,” Angie conferred, obviously having been listening, despite her dedication to duty.

“Who all does she suck?” I asked, referring to Angie.

“Who doesn’t she suck?” Maggie replied, laughing. And I could feel Angie chuckling too. “Everybody. Anybody who wants it.”

“Hmm hmmm,” Angie corrected her.

“So long as they cheer for the Titans.”

“Hmm hmm,” Angie nodded, happily.

“But there are over a hundred guys here,” I said, glancing around.

“Yeah. But see that cute little brunette over there?” She pointed.

“Oh my God,” I said, noticing this cute girl in a very short plaid skirt on her knees between grandstands blowing a man who appeared to be someone’s grandpa.

“And the black girl over there with the REALLY tight jeans?”

I glanced over to a nearby tree where I saw that this girl was on her knees, giving a blowjob too. Oh shit!

“They’re all at it today.”

“But how many blowjobs will Angie give?” I asked.

“Ohhhh,” she glanced down at Angie, who had paused to think.

“Hmm hmm? Hmm hmm?” Angie speculated.

“Thirty to forty,” Maggie translated.

“In two hours?” I gasped.

“Oh no!” Maggie laughed.

“Hmm hmmmm!” Angie said too, obviously amused by how naïve I was.

“Angie starts up at least half an hour before the game and she’ll be here for at least an hour or so after it’s over. And that’s not even counting the football players and coaches who’ll show up after that.”

“She’ll blow them too?”

“Of course! That’s what’s most fun!”

I glanced back down at Angie, who clearly was feeling very proud of herself.

“And all for free?” I asked.

“Hmm hmmmmm,” Angie nodded vigorously.

Oh shit! I couldn’t take how horny I was feeling any more. I had to plow this young blonde’s throat. I quickly grabbed Angie’s head with both hands and started to piston my hard cock in and out of her throat. She just calmly rested her hands on her lap and watched my face with her eyes.

“Hggghhh. Hggghhhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh…” she sounded, each time my cockhead plunged past her tonsils to strike the back of her throat. Suddenly self-conscious again, I glanced around to see if anyone objected to me pounding this pretty teenager’s throat; but all I saw were smiles. Smiling biggest was a very pretty middle-aged blonde woman (maybe 40) sitting two rows down and several seats over. She even waved.

Huh? I thought.

“That’s Angie’s mom,” Maggie explained.

Oh shit! Of course it was; I could see the facial resemblance.

What this meant, of course, was that this very pretty blonde in tight jeans and sneakers was having her throat fucked by an endless string of complete strangers, while sitting on a crowded bleacher amid hundreds of football fans, while Mom was watching and smiling at her, and numerous classmates were teasing her playfully… all for free… and she was thoroughly enjoying every single second of it! I couldn’t believe it! I glanced down at Angie again. Here she was, calmly and rhythmically sliding her soft wet mouth up and down my shaft, in and out of her throat, tilting her head side to side so that her tongue ran along a different part of my shaft with each plunge... and then stopping and just opening her mouth as wide as she could to signal for me to start forcefully ramming her throat again, all the while her sweet brown eyes watched me appreciatively.

I am not sure exactly how it all happened, but somehow Angie ended up on her knees on the bench, with me standing in front of her, still plowing her throat.

“Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh,” she gagged with each pelvic thrust. But, if ever I stopped, she took over, impaling her throat on my cock over and over and over. People around us were whistling and clapping, and not for the game! The guy with the camera was devoting all his attention to Angie now; and her eyes darted back and forth towards the camera.

At one point, she slammed her throat onto me so forcefully that I felt the end of my cock bend downwards and slide further down her throat. Luckily, my hands already were on her head; so I just grabbed her and pulled her on even harder and held her there. She couldn’t make a sound, my cock was so far down her throat. All she could do was wiggle her cute little bum helplessly. But I did not relent. I held her as hard as I could with one hand and reached down with the other to fondle the sexy seat of her jeans, feeling up all of it, both cheeks and even finding the lines of her panties, but also using my middle finger to reach between her legs up into her crotch.

Maggie’s hand soon found the back of Angie’s head too, to help me hold her firm.

Poor Angie was gagging like crazy. But when I briefly let go, she didn’t back off at all. She just pushed onto me harder; so I grabbed her head again.

“How long should I hold her like this?” I asked those around us.

“Until we score again,” her mom called out, gaily, and pointed to the field.

Sure enough, the Titans did have the ball, albeit at their own 32 yard line. ‘Let’s hope they score,’ I thought to myself, as I continued to fondle Angie’s still wiggling bum.

I’m not sure how Angie breathed for the next ten minutes or so, but she stayed alive. The Titans marched the ball down to the opponent’s 18 yard line before fumbling, at which point Angie’s Mom just glanced over at her daughter, her face stilled deeply impaled on my shaft, and laughed. But then it was three and out, they took the ball over at their own 43, and five plays later were in the end zone.

When I finally emerged from Angie’s throat, she informed me that I actually had pissed, for about twenty seconds or so, down her throat during this time; but I’d been so excited watching the game and fondling her ass I hadn’t noticed. I apologized, but she just laughed.

“But now I want a different kind of fluid in my mouth,” was all she said, taking me back inside for the final push. It didn’t take long. Within about twenty thrusts of her head, I was spewing more cum than a horse all over her tongue and tonsils, and she was moaning with pleasure – “Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm’ – still slowly sliding her mouth up and down my shaft. The guy with the camera was right up close now, taking a really pretty picture of Angie looking right into the camera, her mouth still full of cock and cum.

I was almost fully soft when Angie slid off me, opened her mouth up to show me and a few other interested parties her load, and then closed her mouth, smiled and swallowed. She took me inside to spit shine me clean, and swallowed again. Finally, I was done, and several people applauded. Angie just smiled.

“Who’s next?” Maggie called out.

Sure enough, another man was waiting. Angie blew me a little kiss as I backed away and the new guy took his place. I sat down one row in front of her and a few seats down, still close enough to glance back and watch her. Man! It was hard for me to watch the game itself! So I just said ‘fuck it!’ and pulled out my camera again to focus on Angie. Angie just loved the attention. All game, she alternated between whipping these guys’ cocks into a frenzy, posing prettily for me, and cheering on her school’s team.

“Hmm hmmmmm!” she’d cheer with the crowd, whenever cocks weren’t so far down her throat they prevented her from making a sound.

By the time the first half was over, she’d blown four more; and she picked up the pace in the second half to blow nine, five of them with her kneeling on the grass right in front of the grand stand where no one could help but notice her.