Super Bowl Winning Drive

The neighborhood has a tradition of super bowl parties and this year was no different. We alternate houses every year and everyone enjoys trying to do something a little different then past parties.

As with many super bowl parties, a lot of the women enjoy the socializing (and the commercials) more than the game. But there is an exception. One neighborhood wife is from NY and she is a major Giants fan. She had every intention of watching this game very closely! In fact, she swore that if things got too loud at the party or the game was too intense, she was going home across the street to watch the rest of the game…by herself!

And as with most super bowl parties, the amount of alcohol consumed was enormous, which led to a very loud and not that ‘focused on football’ crowd. So just after halftime, she disappeared without saying a word to anyone. But I noticed she was gone pretty quickly. How could I not? She’s gorgeous! Straight, short jet black hair, olive skin, about 5’5′” and thick, voluptuous build including HUGE TITS! I’ve watched her closely every chance I’ve had in the neighborhood and had many of flirting sessions that made me masturbate with her clearly in mind! In fact, this photo was taken at a recent party!

As the 2nd half started, I decided to sneak out and head to her house to check on her. I know she wanted to watch the game, and so did I, but I also wanted to make sure she wasn’t pissed off. After all, it was me hosting the party this year.

I slipped out and walked down the street. Their garage was open, so I used that door to go in since it’s usually unlocked. I wasn’t going to be surprising her since they have an alarm that beeps when you open a door. But as soon as I opened the door, I heard the game on and soon after that, “Hello??” from her voice. I immediately said, “Hey, it’s just me…checkin’ on you” as I walked into her living room.

“Oh, hey you!” she replied with a grin. “I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to get out of there to watch. I warned ‘em!” she finished with a laugh. I laughed with her. I told her I knew she was serious. But I didn’t want her to be upset…or lonely. “You’re so fuckin’ sweet! Always a pleaser, huh?” as she took a swig of her beer. “Um, more than you know…” I replied. She stopped for a moment and looked up at me.

“Come on, sit with me and watch” she  said warmly. We joked and flirted and watched the game. I noticed as the game was getting closer to the end and was so tight in the score, she was getting more and more worked up. I could see her nipples piercing through her tight pink sweater. Which, by the way, accompanied her skin tight jeans.

A few times she grabbed me during exciting plays in the 2nd half. A few times on the thigh, very close to ground zero. And it had made the tower rise, if you know what I mean. Both of us had erections you could say and when the Giants intercepted the ball, we both stood up (and out) and she hugged me tight. Of course she could feel my cock pressing against her. She immediately planted her mouth on mine, kissing me vigorously. My hands grabbed that sweater, sliding up under it and up her back as our tongues lashed in and out of each others mouths.

Stopping momentarily, breathing so hard, we looked at each other and both looked at the TV. The giants were driving down the field, down by two…with just minutes left. She wanted to watch it so bad. “I know exactly what to do” I said with excitement in my voice. I cleared the coffee table, leaving the large soft rug. Told her to get naked! I did the same. I put her on all fours facing the TV and knelt behind her, my hands running down her shoulders, back and sides. My cock laying on her ass as my hands glide under her to her large breasts, grabbing her nipples and pinching them gently. She’s panting and moaning as her eyes remain glued to the TV.

As the clocked ticked, I reached down and grabbed my cock, spreading her soaked pussy lips apart with the head. “Oh, fuck yeah, put it in me, please!” she demands. I happily oblige and guide my aching hard cock into her pulsating pussy. Just as my head gets in, I let go of my cock and bring my torso upright, grabbing her hips with both hands and grinding my hips slowing, just letting my head move around just inside her hole. “FUCK ME!!!” she screams…and with that I drive my cock into her hard, shoving her forward onto her chest and elbows. “AHHHHHHHHGRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! YEAH FUCK!” she screams again, now chest down, hips up high. I start to fuck her with long, deep thrusts, pounding my cock into her harder every time.

I move my eyes from the sight of my cock impaling her cunt to her head propped up high, knowing she is watching the final drive of the super bowl and the game itself. The Giants are on the 6 yard line and she’s panting, moaning and screaming as I tear her pussy up with fast, hard thrusts of my cock deep into her from behind. They hand it off to Bradshaw, who sees an opening,….she SCREAMS EXTRA LOUD as he scores a touchdown, “YES!!!!! CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Giants score. So does she. I can feel that pussy grab on tight and her body convulse as she loses it all over my cock.

We actually stay just like that…in that position…me still hard as a rock inside of her. Panting, not looking way from the TV. As the Patriots get ready for their final play of the game. “Oh fuck” she murmurs in a worried tone. “Here’s the deal” she says to me without even looking back at me.  If the Patriots win this on the last play…you leave immediately. If they don’t score and the Giants win…

“Shove the fucking cock in my ass!”

“Immediately.”

Without saying a word, I start to massage her asshole with my thumb and glide my soaking cock out of her and up her crack, lubricating her ass with her own juices and cum that cover my cock.

Tom Brady drops back. Almost sacked. I’m thinking, fuck yeah, I’m about to go to town…and then he escapes the rush. I’m thinking, DAMMIT! He finds time. He releases the ball. 50 yards. All the way into the end zone…FULL of players.

*silence*

The ball hits the ground.

My balls hit her. My cock penetrates her warm, tight ass….deep, slow…all the way in. She screams again. So do I.

Up onto my feet, pushing my cock in and out of her ass as her arms spread out wide now, off her elbows, grabbing the rug as sounds of pain and pleasure escape her. I start to feel flush all over. That ass so tight on my cock. So deep into her canal. I can’t hold it any longer. I tense up. Push one more time, then another. “FUCK YES, I’M CUMMING!!!!”

“IN MY ASS! YESSSSSSS!!!!

Shaking and twitching as spurts of hot cum shoot into her ass, pulling it out so the last drops fall onto her ass and mix as the cum oozes out of her.

[knock, knock, knock]

Voice from outside. “Did you lock it!? They fuckin’ won! Let me in!!!”

Her husband…running over from the party…to celebrate the win with his Giant fan wife.

Time to escape…

Now I just have to hope she’s a basketball fan too!

Phone Sex Confessions

This isn’t a story but more of a confessional. One of my rare blog entries that really is just me yapping.

I’ll admit it, I’ve had quite a bit of phone sex. And I fucking love it! Back in the early Internet days (at least mine that is…1995-ish) I would stalk live chat rooms with all the other desperate folks out there into the late hours of the evening (and morning), looking for hot and bothered women in adult-themed rooms.

A lot of one on one conversations were started and continued on for some time as a result of many of those nights and there were quite a few that turned into phone sex. One of the most appealing things to me is knowing a woman wants to do it…BAD! That she aches to hear me and for me to make her cum and is dying to touch herself (with or without toy) and cum hard and loud for me.

When most people think of phone sex they think of the whispery voiced, high pitched or low pitched women answering the 900 number or back in the day – 976 number (yes I did waste money on those too). The other thought is “what are you doing right now?” “Oh, uh, ah, I’m touching myself. How about you?” etc., etc. Or lastly, just the moaning and groaning as each party masturbates or pretends to masturbate.

When I first ventured into phone sex beyond the professional money pits, I approached it like I did chatting and writing…I was and am descriptive. I use words to describe the tingling sensation of my tongue sliding down your spine as your rock hard nipples press against the cold window pane creating a power hot and cold sensation through your body.

Of course the bonus, for me and hopefully for the woman on the other end, is that you can hear the breathing, moaning and instant reactions while each person actually does masturbate. Because the truth is, for me, the turn on comes from knowing you are mastrubating and cumming to my words and the thought of me making you cum live and in person. Just as it is in person I love to know when you cum and I love to hear you tell me you’re cumming and to hear you gasp, tremble, moan and maybe even scream.

I haven’t done this in a very long time. Honestly. If I think really hard (never hard enough to hurt myself though), I’d say it’s been over 5 years. Now that is A LONG TIME considering I almost did it nightly with new or existing phone sex partners for a good year to two years at one stretch.

The last time I did it I was in my car believe it or not. It was in a parking garage at work around lunch time. I scooted the seat back, had my handy little bottle of lotion (that I always have near me) and my phone. It was with a woman that I not only met online years before and met in person one time…for a weekend in a city that neither one of us lived in. We did not leave that hotel room ONCE!

She got back in touch with me after years and it wasn’t long before we were on the phone and I could hear her vibrator buzzing as she breathed so heavy, moaning softer then louder until she exploded for me…all while I told her exactly how I’d be fucking her if I were right there with her at that moment.

Occasionally, I’ve run across a partner who I too have enjoyed listening to talk beyond just her sounds of masturbation, moaning and cumming. But I do love a woman that talks!

Part of this rambling is simply to share the fact that I look at phone sex as a morphing of the heavy breathing and moaning and how I write. I love to be descriptive when I talk and I love to actually talk. It’s also much more personal and of course I don’t talk like I’m reading a fucking story with “she did this” and “then we did that”. Making it personal is the best part.

The tricky part with me these days is finding the time. I can’t accomplish this shit at home anymore unless I am all alone or I do it somewhere like my car in the middle of the day. At least I’m off work every other Friday! So, anyone that wants to call me, here my phone number: (83…

Ha! Like I would do that!

Getting off on the phone is hot!

Dirty Photos for Today

I know I am on tap for a When Sex Bloggers Meet part 2 and a part 3 for The Commuters, but I just felt like sharing a few photos that I make me shiver, quiver and…well, get off!

I must be a very visual mood today. I think I am going to be visiting this post more than anyone.

My FAVORITE sexual position!

 

Caption for this photo? HEAVEN!

God bless soap and the two handed jerk

Caught in the act at work

 And lastly,

Not sure how to describe how badly this photo makes me want to wildly ravage her...or you.

What’s Your Orgasm Face?

A lot has been said about the crazy, intense, funny or scary faces that people make when they are having an orgasm. It usually mentioned as a joke, but I have to tell you, one of things that is very hot to me is the look on a woman’s face when she cums. It’s a state of not being in control and hopefully a state that I brought her too.

I love to look at a woman’s face when she is getting off and getting hot or even just getting into it. But as a side note, when it comes to porn, I HATE when the women look at the camera. Someone thinks that guys like that and I hate it. At least ACT like you’re into it with the person you’re fucking!

Anyhow, back to expressions. It ranks up there for me along side the sounds and verbalization that a woman makes. I love a loud to very loud woman in bed (or wherever) and I love a woman who likes talking dirty too.

Anyhow, I thought I would do something I haven’t done a lot of and that’s post pictures as the main part of my post. Here are some orgasm expressions that I think are super hot! I tried to avoid porn star shots…while they definitely cover all the expressions, I was hoping to show people who looked somewhat real. I’d love to hear about your orgasm expressions…are you a lip biter? do you hold your breath? scream? pant uncontrollably? talk a dirty whore? Do tell…

This is probably the hottest one!

 

Very hot...mouth open is important!

 

Biting the pillow...so nice!

 

A kind of fading away look. Not my favorite.

 

Hair in face, wide open mouth..yes!

Holding on...nice touch! And screaming? Oh YEAH!

She is thick, busty and gorgeous...great expression!

Okay, one porn shot, but look at the intense face! Breathe baby!!!

And lastly….

No, this is NOT me. But that IS funny!

Note from SWG

This is my first blog entry that is more a “real” blog entry and not a story. I won’t do much of this, but I thought I’d inject (I love that word) some of me into this blog beyond my wicked imagination and sex drive.

First let me say that I am really enjoying the comments and am appreciating everyone that is reading this. I didn’t know I’d get such a high off of people getting off on my words (or this high from something else?).

I’m desperately trying to find the time to stay up to date with some of your blogs while I try and keep up with writing. I apologize in advance for my lack of presence because I know that will happen at times.

Editor note: I updated my categories to try and make more sense and have better structure.

I am seriously thinking that someday, after many more entries/stories, I should publish a pocket-sized book of these for women (or men) to be able to carry around and pull out anywhere to help them get hot and take care of business! I’ll need title suggestions, so please feel free…

Well, I guess I should work (ugh!).

Did you feel that? It was a “me injection”