Football Follies

I began watching football at an early age. I knew quite a bit about the game considering I was a girl. When I turned 13 my love for football reached a new level. I was on my bed one Sunday afternoon watching a game on tv. I had my door closed ad locked to keep my younger brother out. The game I was watching had a close score in the fourth quarter. I was on edge and excited. I had a leather Rawlings football. It was my pride considering it contained a few local NFL autographs on it. Somehow during the excitement I ended up in a position on my bed where I was on my knees an straddling my prized football. I was bouncing and gyrating as I cheered for my home team not even thinking that I was actually humping the ball!! I thought the quiver between my legs and the tingle down my spine was from the celebration and frustration of the game. Every Sunday it seemed that the inflated pigskin always found it's way between my legs. Now that I'm older (22) and the players seem to be more rugged and good looking, I've developed a little game. I turn the volume up on my tv. The cheering crowd is like my audience. (I live alone.) Panties are for a home game / no panties are for an away game. I straddle and hump my football as I wonder which player has the most cock stuffed in his jockstrap. An orgasm equals a touchdown. Once I score a TD, I lean back with my legs wide open and knees up. I use the tip of the football to frig my clit and to spread my moist lips. An orgasm in this fashion equals an extra point or field goal. I try to see how many times I can score during a tv game. I get about 2 games on Sunday, 1 game Sunday night, and a Monday night game...Thank goodness they don't play every day!!!