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Subject: {ASSM} Naked Football Sundays ROCK by Pami (M/F)
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Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2012 17:10:03 -0400
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Hey, if you like this, you can feel free to email me -
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if you don't like this, you don't have to let me know.





Naked Football Sundays ROCK by Pami (M/F, nothing special just
sexy)

She wriggled her ass to try to alleviate some of her need as she
lay on the couch. "Oh my god," she thought, "How can he DO this
to me?"

She was lying, naked, on her living room sofa. One leg was draped
along the back of the couch, and the other was in his lap. She
thought it was a good thing he suggested putting a towel down, or
else her needy pussy would be dripping all over the navy blue
fabric.

He was sitting at the end of the couch, eyes glued to the TV. It
was Sunday. It was a football Sunday. In fact, it was a naked
football Sunday, although at the moment, the only one naked was
her. He was enjoying the day more than he ever thought possible.
There he was, in her house, watching football, with her
permission, no less, with a soft, curvy, naked woman next to him,
and the aroma of aroused female hanging in the air.

He wondered if she had any idea that it was incredibly
challenging for him to sit there and pretend to pay attention to
the game and the commentary. Every once in a while, he would run
his hand up her leg to her inner thigh, and turn his head and
look straight into that pink pink pussy. He could see how swollen
it was, and the wetness glistened in the light. And just in case
he didn't see that, he could clearly see the wet spot underneath
her ass from all of the moisture dripping down.

When he'd gotten there that day, they had kissed. Over and over,
more passionately as the minutes passed. A full blown make out
session had ensued, and he had felt himself grow hard in his
pants, and he knew she had felt it too, from the way she had been
grinding herself against him. She had been wearing nothing but a
football jersey and a pair of panties, which he had off of her
inside 20 minutes, reminding her that she kept bragging about
naked football Sundays and he wanted her to enjoy the complete
effect.

He had put a towel down on the sofa and told her to lie down on
her back. He could see by the spark in her eyes that she was
excited. Just like he wanted her to be.

She knew what was coming next. His oral skills were fantastic and
she couldn't wait to feel his face between her thighs. His lips
and tongue teasing, and licking, and sucking, and nibbling on
every bit of her female succulence. She absolutely loved it when
he went down on her, and she could tell that he loved it just as
much, which was a part of the turn on. Sometimes he would be
delicate and teasing with his mouth, and sometimes he just
completely buried himself in her, covering his face with her
juices and then making her lick it off of him.

So she eagerly laid down on the couch, legs spread, and was
shocked when, fully clothed, he sat down between her legs,
straight up, looking at the TV, and started watching the pre-game
show. She wondered, was he bored with her already? Was she too
predictable? Although, she rationalized, it was really HIS fault
that she got turned on so easily by him. If he didn't perform
seemingly superhuman feats of stamina and strength with his
entire body when they were together, she wouldn't turn into this
super-sexualized woman so easily. "I mean," she thought, "it is
sort of like Pavlov's experiments. My body knows it will be
utterly ravished and vanquished by him, so naturally when he is
around, it prepares for that. How the FUCK can he sit there and
barely even look at me? How the fuck can I LET him?!"

She sat up and he turned to look at her, "Just lay back," he told
her quietly, caressing her leg. "I'll take care of you, I
promise."

She just looked at him for a few moments, and then, surprising
herself, she did just that.

"Good girl..." he praised her as his hand ran up to her vulva,
and she squirmed as he used one finger, and only one finger, to
run up and down her pussy lips. She could feel the wetness being
spread and tried to move her hips so that he would be touching
her clit, but every time she did, he seemed to anticipate her
move and avoided even grazing her pulsing pearl.

He was hard as a rock in his pants. His cock ached to bury itself
inside her, but he was really enjoying changing things up.
"Shit," he thought to himself, "normally she cums HOW many
times?! Can you imagine how many times she will orgasm if you
keep her on edge until halftime? And," he continued in his head,
"just how big will that puddle under her ass get?"

Once kickoff happened, they both were wrapped up in the game.
Mostly. She was still wet and wanting. And he was still erect and
throbbing. Every once in a while, he would amuse himself by
sliding a finger inside her, almost taking her temperature with
it, and then maybe two fingers, fucking her teasingly and making
her shut her eyes and her whole body strain towards the
inevitable orgasm. This last time, after stopping just short of
feeling the spasms run through her whole body, he held his
fingers up to her face and she licked herself off of them. "Good
girl," he growled once again, then he reached between her legs
again, and this time he licked his fingers. Slowly, and with an
evil smile on his face. Looking at her face while she was staring
at him, panting.

Finally halftime arrived. He sighed, in a nonchalant fashion,
stretched, as if he had been in a cramped position too long, and
then pushed her leg aside and stood up.

She looked up at him from her recumbent position, legs still
splayed wide, and she knew her eyes were even wider. She watched
as he slowly stripped his clothes off. When he was down to just
his underwear, she reached out and whispered "let me..." and he
came closer.

She felt his hard cock through his underwear. It was thick and
full, and she felt her clit twitch, untouched, just from touching
his shaft. It was like that little button knew it was just about
time. She pulled his underwear down, and the glorious cock popped
out. She pulled him closer and leaned up, licking the wetness
from the tip. "Mmmmmm" she moaned. And then she started licking
him like an ice cream cone; the roughness of her tongue running
from the base to the very tip of the head.

He let the pleasure wash over him. God she was good at that, he
thought, and then he stopped thinking as she took about half of
his cock into her mouth and sucked, while flicking her tongue all
over and around the head, especially that spot that drove him
crazy. He looked down into her eyes, seeing her looking up at him
while her mouth was stretched around his hardness, and he thought
it just didn't get any better than this. Except he knew he didn't
want to cum just yet.

He pulled out of her mouth and then fell to his knees. He pushed
his face between her thighs and took a long lick from one end of
her pussy to the other, centering his face over her scorchingly
hot hole and thrust his tongue inside her, slurping up as much
juice as he could. He felt her whole body stiffen and he knew she
was about to cum. With his finger, he reached up and just
slightly nudged her clit, and that was all it took.

She moaned loudly as she felt the relief of orgasm rush through
her body. She could feel his tongue, still inside her pussy, with
the spasms grabbing at it like it was a smaller, thinner version
of his cock, and her body was trying to milk it like it always
tried to suck all of the hot sperm out of his penis.

As he felt her relax slightly, he moved his mouth up to her
sensitive clit. It seemed it was always sensitive, but after a
climax, she always seemed to want more. He knew he wanted to give
it to her. He sucked her clit into his mouth, while fingerfucking
her with two fingers, and he felt her stiffen with another
orgasm.

She grabbed his hair when she felt the sudden suction on her
pearl. She screamed as she came again. There was nothing like it,
she thought vaguely. There was nothing that was as insistent...
persistent... as sucking on the clit that practically PULLED an
orgasm out of her, even when she was barely aroused at all, much
less now, when every nerve in her body was on edge. The suction
didn't let up, and she felt her orgasm almost build on itself and
she rolled into another, beyond screaming. As his mouth released
her clit and he gently licked it around and around, she felt yet
another climax burst over her.

He looked up at her flushed face. She had come five times so far,
and he just couldn't take it anymore. He slid up between her
thighs and kissed her, sharing the taste of her juices with her.
And he slid his hard cock deep inside at the same time, groaning
into her mouth as the unbelievable heat of her pussy practically
scorched his throbbing hardness. The wetness made it feel so
slippery, and just practically forced him to slide back and
forth, in and out, and it felt so fucking good that he struggled
to not cum just yet.

She reveled in the feeling of his cock inside her. God, she
though, there is just nothing like this. The sensation of a thick
piece of manmeat spreading her pussy walls was true ecstasy. She
loved when he would pull out, ever so slowly, until just the tip
of his cock was inside her, and then he would quickly thrust deep
into her, with force and making his balls slap against her ass.
Every thrust pushed his pelvis against her clit as well, just
escalating the pleasure.

They were both panting as he picked up the pace. He didn't want
to cum yet, but he didn't know how much longer he could push it
off. He felt her pussy getting tighter and tighter around him and
he knew she was on the edge yet again. When she stiffened and
yelled, he felt the rhythmic contractions of her climax wash over
her. He fought the urge to climax himself, and instead picked up
the pace, almost to jackhammer speeds, as he fucked her through
her orgasm.

She came once, twice, three times while he fucked her. He was
looking into her eyes, and watching as she orgasmed and she felt
like he was looking into her very soul. Still she gazed up at
him, completely in thrall to his body and what it was doing to
her. But she wanted to feel it... she wanted to feel him lose
control.

"Baby, please," she panted at him, "Please... cum. Cum inside me.
I want to feel it... plleeeassseeeee...." She wailed as she came
for a fourth time.

That was it, he thought. Or at least it must have registered
somewhere in his brain. Which sent the message down his body. And
he felt it start to happen. His balls felt like they were
dissolving as the sperm shot up and out, flooding her climaxing
pussy with his offering.

She FELT it, she thought, vaguely, past the rush of relief and
over his loud groaning as he peaked. She felt his pulses inside
her, almost in time with her own spasms, and it just seemed
right.

He collapsed on top of her, and she held him tightly as they
kissed.

"So... naked football Sundays, huh?" he whispered. "Aren't there
three games on today?"

"Uh huh," she smiled up at him. "Are you hungry for more?"

He felt his cock, still inside her, twitch and start to harden
again. He kissed her. "You bet I am," he smirked, enjoying seeing
her eyes widen as he thrust gently inside her.

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