BALLED Chapter 1. Miss Playoff "Kathleen! Hey Babeee! You OK?" "Yes, I'm OK." Kathleen returned in a flat tone.

This wasn't how Stosh was used to hearing his lover respond, but not being the brightest teacher at Sexton High and certainly not the most sensitive to the moods of others, his voice sounded effervescent as he inquired further, "Glad to hear it, Babe's. Missed you at school the last couple of days, and it made me wonder." "I was at school today.

" Again, no sign of warmth.

"Well Geeee! I figured you had to be out or you'd have dropped by to see me.

Boy! Were you hot stuff at Jim's and Laura's. They're gonna want you back for sure.

I didn't know what a wildcat I had in you. A real wild cat. I didn't know a woman could get off that many times." If Kathleen had allowed herself to dignify Stosh's stupid remark, she would have said, "That's how much you know, you bastard. They were gettin me off better than you've ever done, you stupid soft place!" The thought gave her a little rush that she tried to stifle. The whole thing had been a horrible mistake, and it wouldn't have happened if Stosh and Nellie hadn't have gotten her roaring drunk. Still .....

she didn't know herself that she could climax like that. And the intensity! Wheeww! She couldn't teach yesterday or the day before, 'cause in addition to the soreness, she was hoarse from screaming. She was still hoarse today, but managed to croak out her lessons. She wondered if any of the high school students knew! That football animal, Gary, in the tight jeans just sat looking at her insolently with his legs spread open straight showing the bulge.

Stosh was his football coach. Wheew! What a crotch bulge that boy develops! Why should she notice Gary's tumidity today more than before? If it hadn't've been for that party, she wouldn't be noticing swellings in boys' pants, now. Well ... at least not obsessing about them.

Until the party, she didn't know sex could be that crazy, crazy and enjoyable. No, not enjoyable, ecstatic! No wonder promiscuous people had more self soft placeurance! They could experience thrills other people could only guess at. Well, now she knew for sure that some people had sex like deranged fiends, and now, she knew how that felt. She knew some people when they had orgasms wallowed, mind, body and soul, in the foulest, most absolutely degraded sensations, because that's what she did at the party.

She wondered if the changes in her were permanent, or would these low, animalistic urges from the party eventually wear off. Now that she knew how fantastic group playing was, would she ever be able to enjoy plain old sex again.

Maybe she ought to see if she could enjoy it with just one man, or maybe two men. "What am I thinking? Am I going crazy?" Two men! At least not two men at the same time! Stosh was history, so she had better go out to the bars to find a man or two, or maybe even three.

The others might just hold her hand waiting their turns ...

No! She had to get these evil thoughts out of her head! No more two or three men, for sure! "You didn't tell any of your athletes, did you!" The possibility sent her into a panic. "Tell 'em what babes? That you could handle any balls they could throw?" "You DID, then! You TOLD them! You told them I'm a SLUT!" somehow the words didn't come out right. "I'm not a slut!" she reminded herself. "Why did I say that?" "I mean I ACTED like a slut 'cause I got drunk, thanks to you and that woman, Laura, an that trollop, Nellie, too! You all got me DRUNK and put ideas in my head! Then, I did things I shouldn't have done." "No, no, no, Hon! I didn't tell anybody. I was just kidding.

But I did hint: and this is serious, now, so listen carefully, and don't get upset 'till you hear the whole thing through. I hinted to the quarterback and my two best receivers in the backfield that I knew of a lady, ..

" "YOU WHAT?" "Hold on now! I didn't say who I meant, now so don't get in an uproar, I just said I knew a beautiful lady that could show 'em the true meaning of a huddle if they win the playoff game a week from Saturday. I figured you might like that, knowing how you get when you party." "That's NOT how I get! I keep telling you, I was DRUNK!" "Fine! They'll be plenty of booze so you can be drunk this time, too." "How much booze? I'd want vodka martini's.

WHAT AM I SAYING?" "How about it Babes? We could have a little party after the game. Even if we don't win, I can offer you for a touchdown.

" "YOU BASTARD! First you set me up for an orgy instead of a birthday party.

You used my birthday to get yourself laid with Nellie and Laura! Now, you try to use me again to win your stupid football games. Don't you ever phone me again! Don't even speak to me in the halls! You won't ever have a chance to mess over my mind or my body again. You sneaky, slimy, perverted son of a bitch!" click Kathleen had spent the day following the orgy in bed recovering from her "birthday party." Most of her malaise was from the amount of alcohol that she had consumed, and she was almost too hung over to call in sick the morning after her birthday party. The next day, she still felt a little shaky and the soreness in her crotch had almost disappeared, but she was still to horse from screaming, and so she stayed out of school a second day. Now with her vocal cords partly healed, she managed to teach on Friday, at least. Now, she had the whole weekend to grade papers and completely recover. Something else from the party hadn't disappeared however, and that was an obscene desire to be in a pileup of slippery wet flesh and writhe in lust.

Now that her softness wasn't sore, the lascivious obsession was almost overwhelming! Very Irish Catholic, and, prior to the party, very inhibited she had recently come to teach English at Sexton. She had the typical features of the dark Irish: long, lustrous, black hair framing a white face with prominent cheekbones tapering down to a slightly peaked chin. Her mouth was wide but with a delightful overbite and, coordinated with sparkling eyes, known to smile "like a 'morn in spring." Long stemmed with freckles, she nevertheless had a very wide flair to her hips and plush drumstick thighs. Her huge, conical breasts were the centerpiece of her allure.

Firm and extraordinarily stiff nippled, they rode very high and wide apart on her chest, somehow complementing the length of her swan like neck. The breasts, themselves wide based, occupied a lot of chest territory.

Their conical development although reasonably elongated were so ample, they appeared dome like.

In fact, they stuck far out, and their width kept them compact, yet very, very large. The best part, however were the nipples that spiked far beyond these freckled, fleshy domes when she was hot.

At first she didn't party and wouldn't have believed it if someone had told her that in five years time, she would be notorious for having affairs with entire football teams not to mention basketball and wrestling teams. Kathleen's softness was destined to accomodate more traffic than the Los Angeles freeway. It all started in the spring, when, at the age of twenty four, she fell in love with the shop teacher and football coach. He was also Catholic, but, none the less, divorced. Kathleen decided not to introduce Stosh to her parents. Their affair flourished, and she knew she was in love. But now, that was over! Well, maybe not yet. YES! YES, it's over! OVER! Maybe now, she should start to look for a husband so she can forget that sex fiend. And forget that she, herself, might also be a sex fiend.

Chapter 2. Orgiastic Aftereffects For the next half hour, after the conversation with Stosh had ended, Kathleen tried to grade essays, but soon her mind drifted off into fantasies. Wasn't that ruffian, Gary, on the football team? The insolent way he looked at her today! Sprawled out arrogantly in his front row seat with those muscular, athletic legs stuck out almost tripping her every she tried to move across the classroom to respond to questions! Yes, those legs! What buns, too! And that package in the front! Must be some length under that bulge! She hadn't been able to keep her eyes off his bulge, and he saw that, too! What she didn't realize was the awakening her libido had sustained from the transormation to group sex.

He was looking at her breasts, and her nipples had gotten hard, and he must've noticed them poking into the fabric of her blouse.

That made it worse, 'cause she found she couldn't stop looking at his crotch. The bulge was bigger! My God! She tried to sneak even more looks at his length bulge, but he caught on everytime, and wiggled his crotch as she tried to look away. From looking at her breasts, the bulge was bigger! "God!" she said out loud. "He sure seemed to like my breasts, and I think he was enjoying looking at my buns! He must've known I'm a slut.

Why do I keep thinking the word, slut? Well, maybe I am. I'll bet Stosh told him! And the way he circled his lips with his tongue after he caught me looking at his bulge! God, I'd like to play him!" "MY GOD! How dare Stosh offer my body to his football players! HOW DARE HE! HOW PLAYING DARE HE!!!! That's IT for him! It's OVER! ............. hmmmmm." "I wonder if that hairy one from my other class, Bruce, would be included in the football gang bang? Why did I say gang bang? ...

I guess that's what it is. Stosh wants to set me up for a gang bang.

Whew! Gang bang!" "If he had any decency or cared in the least for my feelings, he'd realize I don't need a whole gang bang, just a few decanters of martinis and a couple of real studs, a couple of animals like Gary and Bruce! I'll bet Bruce can play like a bull! I wonder how he's hung? Maybe his length's thick ... and long, too." She became aware that her hand was pressed deep into the folds of her crotch again. "Stosh is really trying to set up for a gang bang! Wouldn't he be surprised if I said yes but told him to double the number of guys?" Under a luxurious thatch of wiry, black, private part hair, her pudendum had swollen even as she muttered the words, gang bang. "THAT'S what I shoulda told that skunk. I shoulda said, 'Get me the basketball team, too!' That woulda surprised the son of a bitch. Did Stosh intend to include that animal in the gang bang?" Now, she regretted not having asked him before she hung up on him.

She reached for the phone muttering, "I'll call him up and ask him. NO! WHAT AM I THINKING ABOUT? Oooohh God, what's happened to me?"" It sounded like Stosh had offered her to three of his players. Her hand inadvertantly pressed into her crotch.

"Were the others as hung as that Gary? I could do three.

I did maybe ten or even more at the party, not to mention the ones I sucked off.

I'd need more than three lengths, maybe. I'll ask for Gary and Bruce and that other football animal I see hanging out near the gym, unless they're already included." "Oh, I've got to stop this!" she chastised herself.

"What's happened to me? Why can't I get my mind off of men? Or worse yet, boys! ... Weeeeell, not exactly boys. I'll bet all those football jocks sure know how to party. That Gary does, for sure, or he wouldn't be so insinuating the way he looks at my breasts. I'll bet he's never been to the type of orgy Laura and Jim throw.

Would that be something to take Gary to Laura's and Jim's where everybody gets their brains played out! He doesn't really know how down and dirty I can get. I wonder what his length really looks like? I wonder if he's circumcised. If he's not circumcised, his length must look like a horses length, or somethin. Sorta like that man who came later. I can't remember his name I was awful drunk by then, but he had a beautiful length.

That I remember, and wow, did I orgasm! Even though Gary's never been to a real orgy, I'll bet he plays a lot. Yah! Plays like an animal with his big length!" Putting her paperwork down, she decided to inspect her own genitals.

In her shame, she hadn't even examined them since the party. Nothing seemed wrong, so everything must be alright down there. The pain had gone away, but she'd better check anyway. She unbuttoned her skirt and, having stood, tried to let it fall on the floor in front of the couch over her gradebook, but her hips were so firm and ample, her opened skirt needed a shove to go down over her sumptuous thighs. She luxuriously ran her hands over the wide, spherical surfaces of her hips and soft place cheeks.

Now, there were just her spandex panties with garter belts for the tops of her sheer stockings. "I must have a nice soft place. It looks nice and round like Laura's." She wiggled and rotated her soft place suggestively. "Ooow, ooow, ooow.

I feel sexy! I bet I could turn on a whole football team doing that. They all said I have a nice soft place at the party, and boy! They sure did something about that! An the orgasms! All those orgasms! An how low an filthy and dirty I felt during my orgasms! And I was using such filthy language! It was wonderful! The most wonderful feeling I've felt! An they say I'm soo wet! Sooo playing wet!" She remembered being on her hands and knees while they were taking turns doggie playing her and slurring, "Aaaggguuhhh! Aaagghhhuuu! Oh you hot bitch! Aaaaggggghh! Aaahhh! You got some mutherplayin soft place, bitch!" Her shoulder began to flinch. "Yes! I got a nice soft place! A nice mutherplayin soft place, an I should be doing something about my nice soft place! Aahh! Uuuhhh! A gang bang! That's where my soft place belongs, in a gang bang! In a gang bang with lots an lots of wonderful orgasms!" That was when she noticed the fabric covering her crotch mound. It was soaked! Absolutely soaked! "Oh my! What's happening to me? I didn't hardly touch myself at all, an I'm just teasing! What has this orgy done to me?" More of Balled to come later