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Superball Sunday
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Subject: Superball Sunday[f/mmmm]by LauraLea
Date: Mon Jan 30 22:56:06 1995
Super "ball" Sunday
I got to the sports bar, and started drinking, at 4pm for the
pregame show. I had on a pleated miniskirt, just past the top of
my thigh highs, with a blouse/vest combo. The spike heals made me
rather tall but guys seem to like that.
As I said I'm tall (for those of you who dont "know" me) but with
a swimmers build; long sexy legs, tight ass, 36-30-36. I have
long Brown hair in a french braid and hazel eyes. More than once
Ive been compared to Jessica Rabbit (hence my tag line).
There were four guys standing around me buying me drinks. They
took turns putting their arms around me and "accidentally"
brushing my breasts, my thighs, my ass. We were laughing, having
a good time and I was feeling no pain. By the time we got near
halftime I was plastered and horny.
As halftime came one of them suggested we move the party to his
apartment and I agreed to go (of course). One of his friends had
a car and drove us there. We picked up some KFC and made it to
the livingroom just as the game came back on. I agreed to shed
(most of) my clothing if they could contain themselves until
after the game was over. Of course they said they would and of
course they lied.
I took off the skirt and blouse/vest and was wearing a bra,
panties and thigh high set(and heels). Immediately they had their
cocks out. I was sitting in a large, comfortable arm chair and
leaned forward as they lined up; I just hoped I could blow them
all before the game started.
Men like the way I blow them; Im not bragging but Ive been told
by more than one guy that I gave him the best blowjob of his
life. Its simple really. Most girls dont like to blow, they do it
to make their man happy at best. But I love it, love the taste of
it. The creamy orgasm is like a reward for a 'job' well done. I
dont use my hands and IN try to go down as deep as I can. I keep
up a good steady rythm. Finally, when he gives me his load, I
take it like a gourmet desert. I go deep and let it splash
against the back of my throat and, if im lucky and theres enough,
fill my mouth. Then I swallow every drop. There are exceptions,
sometimes Im in a mood to ask the guy to come on my face. Then I
sit back and let him admire his "handiwork".
Since there was four of them I could have my cake and eat it too.
I swallowed the loads of the first two and let the second two
cover my face with their jism. The last one emptied his rod on my
face and hair just as the game came back on. I sat back with
their cum still on me and watched the game.
As soon as it was over (a little before actually) I had my bra
and pantied off and was on my back, legs in the air. The first
one climbed on top and, tired and drunk, pounded me for a good
twenty minutes before he came again. My thighs hurt. I rolled
over and got on my hands and knees. One guy got in f
ront and
another behind. I love that position; I love taking two guys at
once. I practically screamed with my first orgasm.
The one behind me came first but kept fucking as the first one
pumped my mouth. He'd cum there once though already and he wanted
his second orgasm to be someplace different. He switched places
with his friend and shot his load up my sore little cunt.
The last guy wanted my ass and I was happy to oblige. He used the
cum of his friends to lubricate my asshole and his cock then
slipped the head of his thick pole up my back door. I groaned as
he stretched me and fucked my ass. As he grabbed my hips and
plunged into me time and again I groaned, moaned and grunted as
my pussy quivered with orgasm. My head swam and I was barely
concious of him shooting his load up my ass.
While I was still stretched, lubed and relaxed one of them began
to work a lowenbrau bottle (wide end first) up my ass. It took
awhile but once it was in they commented on how tight my pussy
was.
Guys, unfortunately, can rarely go three times, especially after
drinking. So, although they each took turns fucking my pussy with
the bottle in my ass, they didn'N
t actually cum again. But I did.
I laid back and left the bottle up there for quite awhile. For
the next couple of hours the guys took turns climbing between my
legs; drunk as I was it was actually kind of relaxing. The word
languid comes to mind.
I finally showered, dressed and left, knowing I had to get up for
work the next morning. And, imagine, I never got their names.
(but hey, maybe one of them is reading this!)
--
Laura Lea
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Im not bad, Im just drawn that way
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