THE RED ZONE

“Fan” is short for Fanatic. Daniel Webster defines fanatic as a person who is marked by excessive enthusiasm and often-intense uncritical devotion. But, Susan was more than a fan.



"YOU BASTARD! HOW CAN YOU HAVE DROPPED THAT FUCKING BALL!!! IT WAS RIGHT AT THE NUMBERS!" was what Susan wanted to say.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" was all that came out!

You see Susan loved football. Actually lusted is a better word. She watched whatever was on the TV, College, Professional, Arena, even Canadian if there was nothing else to watch. From September to January, she would be glued to the TV watching.

This Sunday had been excessively hard on her. Her beloved Redskins were losing to the Forty-Niners and she could not stand it. It was not the actually disliked the Forty-Niners, It was that fact that the Forty-Niners were about to be a spoiler and knock the 'Skins out of the playoffs; unless they scored.

One minute remained in the game and the score was Niner’s 14, Redskins 13. The ‘Skins had the ball and neither team had any timeouts left. Susan was at the edge of her seat. Her heart was pounding and Bob, her husband, was rubbing his shoulder from the occasional and totally unintentional whack he received fro Susan. It had been a rough game.

A quick pass to the sidelines, COMPLETE. Susan jumped out of her seat, her arm raised above her head, exposing the bottom of her breasts. Bob noticed but Susan did not. In the same instant, she seamed "ASSHOLE, YOU DID NOT GET OUT OF BOUNDS AND YOU ONLY GOT THREE YARDS!" and plopped back into her seat with a cute pout on her face. Bob noticed, but Susan did not.

There was forty seconds left on the clock and a little less then a long way to go when the Redskins ran quick draw play and a made first down! Susan screamed and jumped up and down. While bob noticed the way her breasts bounced; Susan did not.

With thirty seconds left and the ‘Skin completed a quick hitter to the sidelines. But us was almost intercepted. “DAMN!” Susan yelled. But, at least the clock stopped with 20 seconds. Susan sat back down and stared intensely at the TV. She had a wild, almost animal lust look in her eyes. Bob noticed; Susan was not aware.

End-around, a gain of 25 and the back got out of bounds. Susan danced. Bob watched her firm round ass move seductively and her breasts sway to her graceful and jubilant dance. Susan was oblivious to her surroundings. However, the 'Skins were not in field goal range yet.

Ten seconds, a 15-yard pass over the middle. COMPLETE. Susan jumped straight out of her chair and both breasts popped out of her shirt. Bob smiled!

A quick dropped pass with 3 seconds left stopping the clock. Susan’s heart was beating hard and Rob was just plain hard.

The kicking unit came on the field. It was going to be a long kick; the longest of this rookie kicker's carrier. The crowd was on their feet but deathly quiet. The air was still and you could have heard a ball-needle drop.

The snap was high but catchable and Susan squeaked with despair. The holder placed the ball down just in time as the ball went sailing toward the uprights. Two seconds -- the ball cleared the line and ball kept straight. One second -- Susan was on her knees, as if she was bearing her soul to the pigskin god! Bob was also saying his prayers that the kick was good, but for other reasons.

Up it sailed, end over end. The tension was immense. The ball was building to it climax. Close and closer. Would it make it? Would they score? Would it split the uprights?

Susan lips were wet. Bob watched her tight end with a hard intensity. Her ass wave as Susan kneeled in from of him.

No time left and the ball was still sailing through the air. It was hard to tell. The ball grew closer, Closer, CLOSER. And it was ….. It was …



GOOD!



Susan lost it. She screamed, danced, and fell on her husband with wild abandon. She kissed him with such intensity that she could not stop. She lost all control. The emotions and pent up energy from the game came to a head. She almost tore Bob's clothes off him. Hers were thrown over the ceiling fan. The room looked like a locker room with clothes everywhere.

Susan tackled him with the force of a linebacker. Like all ecstatic fans, she climbed on to the goal post. Bob drove into her line. This was no broken play, no fumble. This was grinding ground game in the rain. It was hard fought, dirty, with a lot of grunting, cursing, and screaming. This was not a game of finesse or trick plays. Their love making was up the middle, head to head, and nose to nose.

Rob ground his way to the end zone, one yard at a time. With his every thrust, Susan’s defense met him head on. It was fourth down and inches. With one final Rob thrust, Rob drove hard to the goal. Susan’s defense collapsed in a wild orgasm of pleasure and Rob shot through and deep into the end zone. TOUCHDOWN! No extra point was needed!

Susan collapsed, too drained even to dance in the end zone. She laid on top of Bob who smiled and gently whispered into Susan's ear.

"Damn I love football."

This message has been edited. Last edited by: mjbarbag,

I'm not a football fan, but wow, that might change now....good story mj

With the college football season starting this past week and the proseason next I thought I would bring this story back to the top.

Enjoy
Mj

Its football season and I thought I would resurrect this story. Enjoy

MJ

Very creative.