The Football Game

She licked the cum off of the tip of my cock, her cum and mine, savoring every drop.

Sometimes I like to start with the end of the story. That way, you can know where we are headed. But the beginning of the story goes like this . . .

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We like to watch football together. Our Sundays begin with church, continue with football in the afternoons, and end with watching the night game in bed. Most of the time, we read or play on our phones while the night game is on, but every once in a while, we like to play a game.

Here are the rules. We each pick a team. When our team is on offense, certain outcomes bring certain results. A completed pass gets a kiss. A first down merits a kiss anywhere on the body, by choice of the receiver. After a field goal, the scorer is awarded with a little manual stimulation until the next kickoff. After a touchdown, the scorer receives oral until the next kickoff. Clothes are optional.

On this particular evening, we decided we wanted to play. You always hope for offense, and this game delivered. As each pass was completed, we kissed. With each first down, I pointed to my ear, my neck, my chest, and my hips, and she kissed me there. She then pointed to her shoulder, her nipples, her stomach, and her thighs, and I kissed her there. Her team kicked a field goal, and I had my hand down the front of her panties, exploring with my fingers while she gasped in pleasure. Another field goal, but for my team, and she was stroking my cock, watching for my reaction as she worked her hand up and down. The tension was building.

Her team scored its first touchdown, and the heat turned up. She lay on her back, and I slid her panties down off of her legs. I kissed the top of her mound and worked my way down to her sex, alternating kisses with running my tongue through her folds. She moaned my name and ran her fingers through my hair. The tension building was cut short by the impending kickoff. She looked at me with desire in her eyes, but I wanted the game to drag out a bit more.

Her team would go on to kick another field goal – I fingered her pussy as she gripped the sheets. They scored another touchdown – she straddled my face and rode my tongue. However, my team only settled for completed passes and first downs. Despite the lack of offense on my side, we were wound up with sexual tension, hungry for each other.

As the game neared halftime, my team was driving down the field, looking promising. We shared kisses, and she moved down my stomach, willing my team to score so she could give me what I’ve been waiting for.

When the quarterback for my team threw an interception in the end zone and time ran out in the first half, she sighed and said, “I can’t wait for this team to score anymore.” With that, she pulled down my shorts and wrapped her lips around my hard cock. The warmth felt divine, and the sexual tension began to release. She worked up and down, swirling her tongue, alternating speeds, and moving down to the balls. From all the pent-up desire, I thought I was going to explode right there, but I held off.

She stopped and slid her body onto mine, placing her lips near my ear. “I can’t wait anymore. Do me,” she whispered into my ear. I didn’t need to be told twice. She was already on top and straddling me, so I guided my cock to her opening and pushed myself in. We both gasped in pleasure and began moving in rhythm. I could feel her warmth and her wetness – we were both turned on and ready to go. We started slow, but soon picked up speed. I slapped her butt, and she moaned. She ground her hips into me and bounced up and down. She raised up so I could see and touch her boobs, a beautiful picture, her perky tits bouncing playfully as she rode me. While the halftime show proceeded, the bed shook.

Soon, we came to the climax. Muscles tensed, and groans increased. I felt her clench my cock with her pussy, as I shot my load into her.

She hopped off, licked the cum and her juices off the tip of my cock, and all in time for the second half.