Fucking Neighbors: Super Bowl

Author: Fafmor

I was horny. Horny for a gang bang. Horny to feel sperm leaking out of my pussy and ass, horny to feel it covering my face and dripping down my breasts. I wanted to get fucked long and hard by half a dozen guys until I could barely walk afterward. Just one guy wouldn’t do – I needed a team.

I blamed it on the holidays – all the stress of ending one year, starting the next. I’ve always been bisexual, and my life with Leslie is great – she’s a sweety and wields the most satisfying love toys any woman could desire, well, sometimes I feel like a thick juicy burger and beer rather than salmon and a pinot noir. Lucky for me, Leslie knew my urges, and while she didn’t fully understand them, she was willing to let me have my fun as long as I made it up to her later. Or beforehand. Preferably both. Have I mentioned Leslie is great?

Also lucky for me, it was super Bowl time, so finding a room full of testerone filled guys was easy. The only downside is they would be focused on the game, but that was easy competition. Especially since by the 4th quarter it would usually be over except for the commercials. And we’d exchanged Secret Santa gifts with one of the folks in the neighborhood, Duane and Val, to host a party for them. I knew Duane was a huge football fan, and it would be easy to convince them to let us host a Super Bowl party. I just needed to waitress it in a skimpy cheerleader outfit, and have Leslie keep the neighborhood wives busy. I’d leave the details of that to her inginuity, but was sure I could count on her to keep them busy while their hubbies filled be from stem to stern with their cum.

Game day arrived, and the party was at my house. Duane was a huge Pittsburgh fan, having been raised near there. He was tall, 6’3, and muscular. I suspected he had a big dick, he just had that look about him. Just to rile him, I wore a Cardinals t-shirt and pretended to be a fan. I had the t-shirt cut extremely short, baring my midriff to the point of underboob, and with a bit of side boob showing – they were my finest asset and I knew how to work them. I was braless, of course, and the top left no doubt that I was. This coupled with a short shirt, got plenty of lingering stares from the guys, and knew I’d have no problem getting their cooperation. In addition to Duane, there was the next door neighbor Stan, who I’d fuck occasionally when I felt the need. He was a good guy, easy going, and I knew he’d be willing to help me out tonight. There were also John and Frank from down the block. They were a bit older, late 30s, and spent most of their time chatting about golf or sporting events they were planning on going to.

Duane started giving me shit about my support of the Cardinals, so I challenged him to a bet. If the Steelers were ahead at halftime, I’d give him a blowjob. If the Cardinals were, he’d eat my pussy. “In front of everyone?”, he asked, stunned by my offer. “Well, unless they’d think watching the halftime show was more exciting.” I responded. Everyone laughed, and he said, “You’re on”. I figured it was a no lose bet for me. As the first half went on, the Steelers got an early lead and kept it. Duane was delighted, teasing me about how I better not back down, and how he hoped I could handle it.

When half time rolled around, I walked up to Duane and told him to stand up. I deftly pulled down his zipper, unbuttoned his jeans, and pushed them down to his knees. Everyone, including Duane, was stunned I was going through with it. Then I grabbed his briefs by each side and pulled them down, until both his jeans and briefs were on the ground. I grabbed some pillows from the sofa and positioned them so my knees were cushioned, and my mouth was at the same level as his half hard cock. I began to circle the head with my tongue, gently sucking it. It began to hard and expand down my throat, filling my mouth. It was a long, wide one, testing the limits of what I could handle without choking.

I moved my head back and forth while clutching Duane’s asscheeks with each hand. I felt someone reaching under my skirt, and then pulling down my panties. A finger stroked my pussy lips, probing to see how wet I was, and getting me even wetter in the process. I wiggled my ass invitingly, to show that I was OK with this, while still trying to focus on keeping Duane satisfied. I could still see John and Frank watching the show from the sofas, awestruck by how quickly the party had transformed into an orgy. I had expected that Stan wouldn’t pass up the chance to fuck me doggy style, and he didn’t disappoint. He also slid his hands under my shirt, caressing my breasts and lightly pinching my nipples, followed by his shaft sliding up my pussy. He was careful not to rock me too hard, which was good because it was all I could do to keep Duane’s cock from going too far down my throat. A couple of times he put his head on the back of my head, to push me down a bit deeper, but I wanted to stay in control, and refused. I picked up the pace a bit, and he seemed content, moaning deeply and blabbering about what a great blowjob it was.

Soon I felt his cock start to pulse, and then a shot of sperm hit the back of my throat. I kept pumping him, and sucking, draining all of it. From his gasps, hip thrusting, and facial expression, everyone had no doubt that he had just experienced a terrific climax. I licked his dick clean as he pulled it out, and after I swallowed it all, announced, “If it’s alright with you guys, I’d prefer if you didn’t cum in my pussy until everyone’s had a chance to fuck it.” Guys are usually a bit homophobic, and sloppy seconds takes a bit for them to work up to. Stan understood at once, and flipped me over so I was on my back, pulled my top completely off, and began to titty fuck me.

I don’t mean to brag, but I have great breasts. Not only do they look great, but I caress them with shea butter every day, and have since adolequence. A lot of folks think shea butter makes breasts bigger – I don’t know – but it certainly makes them incrediably soft and silky. It’s ironic in that other women are often jealous of how they look and make snide remarks about that they must be store bought, how they can’t be natural, but it’s really the feel of them that’s been enhanced.

My comment about everyone getting to fuck me got John and Frank undressing, as they realized that they were included in the opportunities. Duane also casually shed the rest of his clothing in between gulping down a beer. I think he was going to need awhile to recover, but that would give the rest of the guys a chance to have their fun. Stan removed his shirt while slidding his cock between my breasts – I pushed them together, forming a tunnel. While Stan’s looks are only average, it was damn sexy watching him go through his gyrations as I’d look down on my chest and see his cockhead barreling between my mounds towards my face, and then retreating back again.

Soon my view as filled with Frank’s groin, presenting his cock to my mouth. I swallowed it down – luckily it was a bit of the small side – I couldn’t have handled another one as large as Duane’s in this position, and grabbed his ass, pulling him closer. It was a bit heavy with both him and Stan on me, but manageable. I felt my legs get lifted off the ground, and a cock begin to rub against my pussy.

Frank was frantically thrusting his hips back and forth. I suspect it had been twenty years since his last BJ, and I tried to get him to relax and enjoy the ride by pressing his asscheeks forward to slow him down, but he was just too excited. Stan took over massaging my breasts, and seemed to be pacing himself. John stopped rubbing his cock against me, and I felt his head slowly penetrate my vagina. He was a wide one, I could really feel it stretch me, and began gasping, which only caused Frank to speed up more. Suddenly he let loose, his cock halfway out of my mouth, filling my cheeks with his cum. He practically shrieked as he released, I don’t think he realized how worked up he was. I gulped it down, wiping some from my the edges of my mouth, but then my attention went back to John’s magnificant dick, filling me so completely as he rocked back and forth. I crossed my heels behind his head, just then realizing that I hadn’t taken my shoes off. Oh well, I’d just need to be careful when swinging my legs around.

John and Stan both continued their ride as Frank dismounted. “I’m getting close, where do you want it?”, murmurred Stan. It was sweet of him to ask, and it was a bit of tough decision. The nice thing about swallowing it is there’s no mess, but it been a long time since I had my last titty fuck, and it was always fun to feel the warm spew across the breasts. But there’d be time for that later, best to keep things neat and tidy for awhile. “Let me suck you down, big boy“, I said, and lifted his ass up a bit with my hands. He wasted no time taking Frank’s place on my face, and I nibbled on the edge of his cock as I took it in. I could tell he was close to the edge. Rather than sucking it all the way down, I kept it right at my lips, slowly and gently tugging at the base of his cock with my fingers. I could feel the sensations in my vagina build as John continued to plow my field, and I knew my first orgasm of the night was close at hand.

Stan blasted off first, his cockhead about an inch from my lips, squirting a hot blast of sperm through my mouth and down my throat. Stan’s gutteral cry had everyone rivetted to the scene, so Duane and Frank could see it go down like Stan had kicked a field goal. Except for John, who was fighting the urge to come himself as my legs clasped him tight and my pussy gripped his coke-bottle cock for all it was worth. I pulled Stan’s dick in, taking it all the way in, vacummed the rest of his cum up, and then signaled him to move off.

Then I reluctantly pulled away from John, releasing his dick from my twat’s tight embrace. I pushed him up, so he was standing and I was kneeling, like I had taken Duane, and then, took just the tip of his dick in my mouth while stroking the rest of his shaft with my hand. He came as Stan had, groaning with ectasy as his seed arched through the air and down my gullet.

The half time show had long since ended, and the Cardinals were beginning to catch up. I asked Duane if he wanted to repeat his bet, only with something other than a blowjob. Everyone responded with a “Hell yes”, not that I had any doubt.

It was a little odd, watching the game with everyone nude, and when Sal and Tony entered, everyone jumped a bit. “Holy shit” uttered Tony, amazed to see a Super Bowl party turned nudist colony, but he and Sal didn’t seem completely shocked. They were coworkers of Duane (I think Sal was his boss), and had initially been supposed to come, but had gotten a better offer. I suspected that during halftime Duane had texted them with what was going on, and they had reconsidered. Now they were amazed to see that Duane wasn’t shitting them.

They ripped off their own clothes, making up for lost time, and I got on all fours, sucking Sal while Tony took me doggy style. I repeated my comment about not ejaculating in my pussy just yet, and when Tony got close to coming (it didn’t take long), he pulled out and sprayed it along my ass crack. Sal either figured the warning applied to my mouth as well, or liked shooting his wad into his women’s nostrils, and pulled out and splattered it all over my face. It was a sticky mess, but I cleaned it up, and they joined the other guys, drinking beers on the couches and waiting for the game to end.

For awhile, the Cardinal pulled into the lead, and I joked that I was going to have the most thoroughly licked pussy in the state, but the Steelers regained their lead. Towards the end of the fourth quarter, I gathered up a few items. I tossed Stan the penis balm which delays orgasm, and whispered “You’re going to be some place very tight; pass it to Frank when you’re done”. The stuff takes about 20 minutes to really take effect, but it’s amazing. Stan didn’t really need it, but I didn’t want Frank to feel singled out, and I hoped to make things a bit more long-lasting for him this time.

Sal still hadn’t fucked my pussy, and to be fair to everyone, I wanted to give him a go before I let Duane cum in it – it was Duane’s party, so only proper that he should get the honors. So with the game about to end, I went over to the folding chaid he was sitting on, took his cock in my mouth for a few moments, and then mounted him, facing him. He toyed with my breasts, licking the sensitive nipples, as I took just an inch or two of his shaft up my twat. I gyrated around, gently squeezing his nut sack with my right hand as I rode him. In no time at all, I could feel sperm start to rush up his penis, and I quickly withdrew, letting the stream squirt on my belly.

When the game finally finished with the Steelers victorious, Duane gloated like he had scored the final touchdown himself. I sat down on the sofa, spread my legs wide for him, and said “OK, big boy, come claim your prize”. He knelt down, sliding his prick up my wet hole, and I wrapped my legs to squeeze him tight. We pumped away like animals, completely out of control, and I began to feel a warming glow. The sensations got stronger and stronger, and I stopped moving and just pulled him in tight. After a few seconds, he went completely rigid as well, and I could feel a blast of jism and his cock pulse hard for several seconds.

When I caught my breath and looked around, the other guys had all lined up, waiting their turns. I wanted a bit more variety than, and I told Stan to lie down on my workout bench. He was familar with the types of workouts I used it for, and readily agreed. I lubed up his dick with some anal gel, spread some on my asshole, and then got above him, facing away, as he layed down on the bench. It was really tight, and took a few minutes of probing before I relaxed enough for him to pop his head in. I very, very slowly backed my way deeper onto his pole. I then layed back on him. I was probably stretching the hell out of his dick, but he wasn’t screaming, and even rocked a little back and forth.

I then told Frank to come over, and lubed up his dick as well. I had him slide it between my breasts, and had him rock back and forth. Initially, he didn’t seem to interested (I think he was hoping for some pussy action), but when how realized how great it felt, he enthusiastically began to pound away. I then felt a cock slip into my pussy.

Stan was a champ, not complaining about the extra weight. Because it was a well positioned bench, everyone was able to staddle me while still keeping their feet on the floor, but it had to be a bit of a strain. Next, John appeared, waving his amble sized cock by my mouth. I sucked it down. There were so many simultaneous sensations it was tough to focus on any one of them, but it didn’t take long before John let loose, followed by whoever was in my twat (probably Sal, because I could see Tony waiting his turn). Stan and Frank were still going strong – that balm stuff is amazing – but after John moved off, Frank began to go to town, pumping faster and faster. He practically exploded, shooting jism over my breasts, neck, and face. Now Stan had me all to himself, and he pushed me upwards, and then I was was laying down on the bench and he was sitting on it, grunting and huffing as he really began to pound into me. He was having a tough time getting himself to finally go over the edge, but when he did he practically roared, and it felt like a fire hose had gone off in my ass.

Tony then took his place on the bench, fucking my pussy doggy style. Duane stuck his prick in my mouth, and I could taste his cum and my pussy juices covering it. They both lasted a long time, and came nearly simulateously, filling me at both ends. It was a hell of a game, and I certainly won what I wanted.