Wet Miranda's Super-Bowl Choice - Sex Stories

Wet Miranda's Super-Bowl Choice

... twirled my palm on the head of his shaft. His hot big balls got a lot of play too, as I fondled and caressed them, knowing full well that they were full of his hot come. I bent over to kiss his nipples near the end, and this made him go crazy. When he started to come, I put my tits right over his dick so his jism would squirt all over them. The hot come splashed across my heaving tits, and I kept on stroking him, milking every last drop out of his erection. Fully satisfied, the four guys just lay around the living room. When I saw Joe reach for the remote, I said: "Still thinking about sports, Joe?" He blushed and said, "Sorry, I have to know who won. The game is over know, you just said we had to miss the game, not the commentary after the game, Miranda." I lied down on the carpet in front of the TV I started to touch my horny hot cunt, and said: "Suit yourself. You guys watch whatever you want." I then proceeded to masturbate while lying down in front of the screen. Joe's hand hesitated. Finally he came to a decision and he put down the remote. It felt really hot to masturbate in front of the four guys, and they all still had there pants off. I saw them all get erect again as they watched me finger myself. I spread my legs and put them up in the air. ...

... Wanting to get more comfortable, I scooted over to the couch, and put my feet in Joe's lap, feeling his new erection my toes. I fingered my hot juicy pussy like mad, closing my eyes while I fantasized about the four hand-jobs I had just given. My pussy felt so good as my fingers circled my hard clit. I suddenly arched my back and came fucking hard, seeing stars in my mind as I had a toe-curling deep all body orgasm. The waves kept coming and coming, making my whole body quiver, and I felt my pussy muscles expand and contract with pleasure. It took me a long time to recover enough to sit up. Still stark naked, I sat down on the couch with Joe and Robert. We all agreed that this was even better than watching football, and I even managed to get them to not turn on the TV or radio the rest of the night. They all left around midnight, and I am sure they turned on the sports radio station as soon as they got into their cars, but I had managed to get four hot-bl**ded sports loving males to turn off the biggest sporting event of the year because of my body and hands. I hoped that I made this Super-Bowl Sunday more memorable than the one where Janet Jackson flashed a breast. I stayed naked and fell asl**p on the sofa, feeling pride in my feminine charm and skills.