The game was over and Angie was still on her knees in front of the grandstand with a crowd of about fifteen guys waiting for her. But that was okay. The team needed to shower and dress; and then the coach would have a lengthy talk with the players about the game while they ate a post-game meal of sub-sandwiches; so it would be at least an hour and a bit before players and coaches started to filter back to the field for Angie to begin anew.

Angie happily blew two and three guys at a time, her mouth popping back and forth between them while they invariably tried to make her laugh. But she had the last laugh after all, swallowing big slimy loads from all fifteen guys in just a little over an hour… the guys were just so horny seeing this gorgeous little blonde on her knees gang-blowing everyone, and seeing her amazing little bum in jeans moving back and forth with each thrust of her head, that some shot their loads within a minute or two. The other two girls were on their knees too; but Angie certainly had the lion’s share.

She loved it too, being the center of attention. When I moved to get a different angle with my camera, Angie purposefully motioned with one hand for the guys to shift their positions a bit, so I could get a clear shot of her…

“Hmm hmm?” she asked, gently moving guys over by placing her hands on their knees and directing them one way or the other.

And then she again posed as prettily as she could for me.

“This one’s for your Mom!” I kidded her, before one.

“Hmmmmmm,” she tilted her head and said ‘Cheeeeese’ (as best she could).

“And this one’s for your grandma!” I said next.

She playfully waved her finger at me to scold me for being a bad boy. “Hmm hmm!” she said, pretending to be angry, but truly being delighted.

It ended up that Angie was done and still waiting, standing up on the top level of the grand stand so she could see the first guys coming from a distance. I stood behind her, taking more pictures of her sweet, sweet ass. Man! Did jeans ever look so good on a girl? Seeing me hanging around, she finally smiled and waved me up for another blowjob, on the top row of the bleachers, which she made last until the first players arrived.

As soon as she saw players approaching, she started pumping furiously and adeptly brought me to climax, swallowed my load, and cleaned me off. Then she stood up, said ‘Thanks’, kissed me on the cheek, and trotted down the stands to the grass in front, where players were gathering.

“Hey, Angie!” the guys said.

For a moment, she just stood there, rubbing the crotch of one with her hand while another guy rubbed her ass. But then one of the guys put a hand on each of her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees while Angie laughed; and then, like an ocean wave surrounding a rock in the sand, she immediately was surrounded by about ten guys. The other girls each had about four. I climbed all the way up the bleachers to stand on the top step, so I could get a bit of a bird’s eye view of Angie at work. Over the next five hours or so, she blew the offence, the coaches AND the defense – more than 60 guys - all under the bright lights of the school football field. Some of these guys were HUGE… and some of them were FAT (300 pounds at least). But, often with the help of a firm guiding hand or two on the back of her head, this little blonde forced every one of those guy’s rigid members down into her throat as far as she could go. One guy was so fat, Angie had to lean forward as far as she could while on her knees so that her mouth could approach his cock from below, and her face literally disappeared in his crotch. Lucky for the rest of us standing around watching or taking pictures, though, this extreme bent over position really raised her ass up and out, making her jeans as tight as ever, so tight the lines of her bikini panties REALLY showed, and bringing her ass into a perfect position for all to enjoy. We could hear Angie’s muffled little whimpers as she struggled to breathe under all that fat; but everybody knew she was having fun.

And Angie looked oh so proud when she managed to totally deep throat the humungous log of a 320 pound, black defensive linemen… it was twelve inches long and as thick around as my wrist… but, somehow, she stretch her mouth around it and the strong hands of two linebackers, pushing with all their strength, managed to force it deep… one of the guys pushing said he could feel the cockhead ‘pop’ past Angie’s tonsils and hit the back of her throat. Angie then turned her eyes to my camera and posed prettily for over 50 lovely pictures, before she even tried to pull back a little bit. Of course, that’s when she realized that she was stuck, that cockhead having swollen in size inside her throat, and no amount of pulling back would free her. Everyone laughed as she pulled and pulled and pulled, her cute bum wiggling frantically. For awhile, we thought maybe poor Angie would have to stay like this, forever attached to this guy like a Siamese twin, and we all kidded her about this. But, desperately using her tongue along the underside of his shaft, she finally got the guy to release a massive flood of sperm down her throat, followed by a bladder full of piss… and then he got soft again. Angie was laughing too when she finally pulled off of him. She kissed his penis as a final ‘thank you’ for all the fun it had brought her.

The other girls left for home at about nine; but not Angie. When the last of the football team were blown, she waved over about twenty-five other guys, mostly guys from her school who had been mulling around, just watching.

Angie’s Mom showed up at around eleven that night to see if it was time to drive her daughter home; but she waited patiently while Angie had her fun. Mom loved the fact that I had a camera and already had taken over one thousand nice pictures of her daughter in action, and soon joined in as my camera crew, helping to direct the men to allow me to take nice, unobstructed pictures of her daughter from whatever angle I wanted.

“Just scoot over a bit, dear,” she’d say; and Angie would dutifully move on way or the other on her knees until she could see the camera again. And then Mom would tell Angie to look into the camera and “take him a bit deeper, Sweetie” - and Angie, of course, would make sure the cock in her mouth was well into her throat.

Of course, Angie rolled her eyes a bit over her mom’s unbridled enthusiasm. But when Mom asked me - “How many more pictures can you take?” – and I told her that my four gigabyte card could handle several thousand MORE pictures, AND that I had a second one in my camera bag, both the mother’s and daughter’s eyes suddenly grew big and they turned to look at each other.

“Hmm hmm?” Angie asked her Mom, hopefully. And then she watched her mom excitedly as Mom whipped out her cell phone and made a VERY important call.

“The swing shift at the factory where I work is just getting ready to go home, and I’ve been promising Angie to let her meet the guys one night,” she explained to me. “Connie,” Mom then said into the phone, “before the swing shift leaves, could you do me and Angie a BIG favor and make a little announcement over your loudspeaker?”

Angie’s mouth continued to slide up and down the rigid shaft it was on, but only half-heartedly, as she listened intently to her mom’s half of a telephone conversation. She desperately hoped her mom hadn’t been too late. Luckily, Mom’s timing was perfect. And Connie was a dear, promising to make several announcements, so every departing worker knew about Angie and where to find her. Still, for the next while, Angie couldn’t help but be a little distracted, repeatedly glancing over at the school parking lot, wondering if any cars were going to show up.

“Hmm hmmmm?” she asked her mother after about 30 minutes, a little bit worried, when no one had arrived yet.

“I’m sure someone will come,” Mom answered, reassuringly, but herself a little impatient. She didn’t want Angie to have to wait at all, and certainly hoped for a good showing of guys.

It was around twelve thirty, and Angie was down to her last few blowjobs amongst what Mom laughingly had called “the back-up crew”, when the first car arrived.

“Hmmm?” Angie asked her mom, wondering worriedly if one car was all that would come. But she needn’t have worried. Within about thirty seconds, a second car arrived, immediately followed by a steady stream of at least sixty or seventy more. It was as if they’d just opened up parking for a rock concert.

“Hmm hmm hmm?” Angie asked her mom, excitedly, wanting to know how many cars there were.

“At least fifty, Sweetie,” Mom replied.

“Hmm hmmm (really)?” Angie asked, her voice sounding like a six-year old, when told she had at least fifty presents under the Christmas tree.

And then Mom flashed a very satisfied smile. ‘Thank you,’ she mouthed silently to me, obviously associating my camera with this fun event for her daughter. And ‘thank you, Connie,’ she thought to herself.

“Hmm hmmmmmm!” Angie thanked her mom sincerely, her eyes suddenly bright with excitement, as a swarm of at least one hundred more men approached the field where Angie continued to kneel and suck. In fact, 61 cars had come, some of them carpools, all told, containing 137 more tasty cocks for Angie to feast upon.

I must say I felt really good about myself as I watched Angie smiling up at the first of her Mom’s many, many co-workers. He obviously knew Angie and she knew him, calling him ‘Uncle Albert’ (though Julie told me he wasn’t really Angie’s uncle; just a long time friend). Forcing his rigid rod deep down Angie’s throat, he obviously was very proud of this girl he’d known since she was a baby. Mom obviously was beaming with pride too, reminding Angie who each of the old-timers was.

“Do you remember Simone?” she asked, excitedly. “He used to give you rides on his back when you were a little girl.”

“Hmm hmmm,” Angie greeted him, sweetly, whether she remembered him or not, as she started working his dick with her mouth and throat. Of course, Mom wanted several pretty pictures of Angie with each of these old acquaintances, and I had fun taking them. We all kidded around too, me having Angie take these guys as far down her throat as possible and then making her hold them like that, nose-to-belly, sometimes for well over a minute while I pretended to have camera problems. Everyone laughed, and Angie just rolled her eyes… she knew what I was doing. At one point, I asked her quietly if she minded all the fun we were having at her gagging expense, and she replied “Hmm hmmm hmmm (of course not)” quite emphatically. She was having fun too. And when Mom got off her cell phone again and told Angie that she’d arranged with a guy at work to make sure all these pictures ended up on the company’s website, so everyone could see them, even all her friends at school if she wanted them too (“Hmm hmm [of course]!” Angie said) Angie couldn’t stop thanking her.

I piped in that I had a friend who could make sure that anyone searching the net for a cute girl giving blowjobs could find her quickly, by inserting a few of her pictures on dozens of prominent sites providing free porn.

“In a few days, your pix will be EVERYWHERE!” I assured her confidently.

“Hmm hmm hmmmmm hmmm (Thank you so much),” she said, sincerely.

Of course, after this, Angie wanted to make sure that EVERY picture looked nice, running her hands through her long-blonde hair from time to time to straighten it, using her little mirror to apply more lipstick during those few seconds between blowjobs, brushing her hair out of her face whenever it got in the way, so especially everyone at school would recognize her, and brushing her bum with her hands every so often to make sure the seat of her jeans hadn’t picked up any stray lint.

“Hmm hmm?” she kept asking me. And I kept assuring her that she (and her bum) looked great!

“Hmm hmmm (Thank you),” she’d say, always so sweetly.

She was so sweet and appreciative of everything her Mom and I did for her to make sure her mouth never was empty for more than a few seconds and she had pictures of everything, what could I do but agree to stay on all night, or however long it took for this cute little blonde to suck her way through perhaps one third of the males from a major factory? When I got sleepy, Julie kneeled to blow me. That was fun, having mother and daughter kneeling side by side, their heads bobbing almost in unison. I could tell that they both thought this was fun. I also needed coffee to stay awake, but Angie earned this for Mom and me by offering to let her mouth be used as a urinal by any guy who’d bring us back coffee from the local coffee shop. Julie and I both ended up with five coffees… Whoops! Angie thought as she swallowed one bladder full of piss after another.

I actually had less trouble staying awake than I thought after that. Watching Angie having so much fun was a major adrenaline rush. I still had that second memory card on me, so I could take as many pictures as I wanted with each guy… Angie and her Mom had both been so thrilled to hear this. Plus Angie was so sweet, I wanted to make absolutely sure I did everything I could to ensure that every single guy made his way into her mouth with as little wait for Angie as possible. Mom and I allowed her a thirty second lipstick refresher break after every fifth blowjob; otherwise, it was count to three and plug her mouth again. (And, again, she thanked us every time… “Hmm hmmm!”) Plus, being able to hold her a bit firmer than her Mom could, I also held Angie’s head and let Mom take pictures whenever some big burly guy really wanted to fuck Angie’s throat. Some of these guys rammed their bones down her throat with such gusto, the force of her nose bumping belly almost (almost) hurt her nose… but Angie just rested her hands calmly on their thighs and rode every one of these bucking broncos out, laughing inside at how cute her Mom looked acting like a cheerleader, really urging these guys on and making them fuck her daughter’s sweet face harder and harder and harder, while she herself took picture after picture after picture.

And what else did I do? Oh! One guy had shown up with his huge, black Great Dane in the back of his truck; and, after finding out that the dog was a boy and very tame, I suggested the owner go get him. Angie laughed when she saw this huge black dog up on his hind legs with his paws on his owner’s shoulders and his huge member hanging out… putting it at a perfect height for her. Mom wondered if Angie would take the bait, and was immensely proud of her when, of course, she did. The pretty young teen just scooted over on her knees, gave a nice long smile at the camera, and then turned to meet man’s best friend. He truly was huge, but Angie dutifully put her nose to his belly too, suppressing her gag reflex again to pose for dozens and dozens of pictures.

“Hmm hmmm?” she asked several times.

“Just perrrfect!” I assured her, noting how especially pretty and proud she looked staring into the camera mouthing this huge dog, her nose lightly touching his big black belly.

“I’ll bet one of these guys owns a horse,” I kidded her.

“Hmm hmmm?” she asked, her voice as hopeful as I’d ever heard it. And then she looked, pleadingly, to her Mom, who immediately started asking around. One or more horses would be perfect! A few minutes later, she flashed her daughter a smile and a big thumbs-up sign, and Angie was very pleased.

“Hmm hmmm,” she thanked me again, this time for just a suggestion.

It was almost noon on Saturday before Angie finally swallowed the load in her mouth and looked up, a little disappointed, to see nobody left waiting but me and her mom.

“Bye,” she called out, a little sadly, to the last car-full of three men as they walked back to the parking lot. Then she turned to her mom. “Thanks for waiting, Mom,” she thanked her again.

“No problem, Sweetie,” Mom answered, lovingly.

Admittedly, Mom (whose name was Julie) eventually had ended up with a couple of dozen cocks in her mouth too, besides mine, once the excitement of seeing her daughter’s mouth porked by so many had died down a bit and I had assured her that I had several thousand pictures of Angie in action. When Julie blew me, it helped me to see where Angie had gotten some of her natural talent. And she was very pleased when I pulled out my camera to capture ‘Mom’ in action too.

But Mom was great; making every man she herself blew promise that he wouldn’t leave before he’d ‘royally fucked’ Angie’s throat too. And Angie always knew which guys her Mom had blown, both because of the distinctive deep red lipstick her mom left on these guys’ underwear, which was darker than Angie’s bright red, and by the way these guys truly went out of their way to ram their bones as far and as forcefully down her throat as possible. During each of these throat reamings, Angie repeatedly glanced over at her mom, and her eyes said two things… a playful ‘help’, and a very genuine ‘thanks’.

As for the several blowjobs Julie gave me, helping me stay awake, they truly were great. But the best blowjob I got, I got last, from her teenage daughter. Even after almost twenty-four hours of continuous cock-sucking, including some extremely fun time with the three horses that showed up together at about 8 a.m. (I got hundreds of gorgeous pictures of Angie kneeling to have fun with these animals, many with a smiling Mom also on her knees helping to support and stroke each of these horse’s extreme length, which truly required at least a couple of hands, in addition to Angie’s very happy mouth), and despite this teen being barely able to keep her eyes open, she still insisted on blowing me a third time, while her Mom again took pictures using my camera. And, despite having every reason to be totally exhausted, and even with her eyes mostly closed, the blowjob Angie gave me still was amazing!

“Hmmmmmmmmm,” she purred as she slowly and sensuously slid up and down my full length, enjoying herself as if she was having the most pleasant dream. This was her last blowjob for the next several hours at least, and she was in absolutely no hurry for this dream to end. For some reason, she credited the last hundred or so blowjobs she’d given to me and my two 4 gigabyte memory cards, and she was in a very appreciative mood.

“What does Angie do for fun when football season’s over?” I asked Angie’s Mom, as Angie skillfully worked my shaft that last time.

Mom just smiled. “She’ll be very, very busy even when football’s over,” she explained, happily.

“Why?” I queried, my eyes again reviewing the beautiful young blonde, lovingly gazing up at me despite having already given over two hundred consecutive blowjobs.

“Because, in additional to the basketball and volleyball and hockey teams at school, word travels fast at work… and my factory has three shifts and over three-hundred fifty men… and several with horses!” Mom answered, then smiled down at her daughter. “And, now that she’s blown one shift, she’ll blow all of them as often as we can arrange it, won’t you, dear?”

“Hmm hmmmmm (Of course)!” Angie nodded, excitedly.

And so, that was my first experience with bleacher blowjobs, and I have since been on a major quest to identify all the very best high-school sluts in and around town. Angie unquestionably is among the very top few, so I make sure I get out to as many of her games as possible. But there are other fantastic little whores around too. Keep on the lookout, guys! And keep up the good work, girls!