The Super Bowl

***** CHAPTER ONE *****

The Piper Navajo was descending through seventy-two hundred feet. There
were some puffy clouds around, mostly along the coast but for the most part,
it was clear and sunny.

".....Approach, Navajo 89196 is coming right to two-nine-zero, descending
to four thousand."

"Roger...Navajo 89196. Call with the field in sight."

"Field's in sight...Navajo 196."

The Navajo was descending about seven hundred feet per minute at almost a
hundred and eighty knots indicated. Tom Sunset switched to intercom and told
his passengers to buckle up for landing. He glanced into the rear and saw his
wife, Laurie, was already buckled up but noticed his six charter passengers
start looking for their seat belts. Fucking civilians - the same kind of
jerks who drive around in a car without their seat belts on and then sue the
car manufacturer when they get fucked up in an auto accident.

Tom is an air force retiree, flying for a small charter company out of Las
Vegas. The plane he was flying had been chartered by a group of people
visiting Las Vegas to gamble and then on the spur of the moment, they decided
to go to San Diego for the Super Bowl. Tom wondered how they got tickets at
the "spur of the moment ?"

It was 24 January. His passengers arranged for the charter yesterday and
then early this morning decided they wanted to come down the day before the
game, "...to party a bit." There were six of them, three couples - all
attractive and much younger than Tom and Laurie's mid-forties. The "guy" told
Tom, "they'd probably leave after the game...sometime."

Tom asked if his wife could come along. The "guy" said, "no problem." So
Laurie was sitting in the back, reading a book, as they descended into the San
Diego Terminal Control Area - excuse me, the Class "B" airspace. The "guy"
wanted to sit in the co-pilot's seat and that always pissed Tom off. They
always asked the same fucking questions. "Can I fly a little ?" - "What's
this thing here ?" - "How fast are we going ?" - "What do you need all these
maps for ?" Tom'd had his fill of giving instruction after twenty years in
the air force.

"I'm sorry, Navajo 196, I was on another line. Did you say you had the
field in sight ?"

"Roger, Approach. Got the field in sight."

"Roger 196. You're cleared for a visual approach to runway 19L."

"Navajo 196."

As the Navajo passed through two thousand feet, approach control passed
Tom off to the tower for landing. Taxiing in, the ground controller joked
with Tom about the VIP's he must have on board; wondering how he got
permission to park over night as the field was going to be full tomorrow
because of the Super Bowl. There was even a limo waiting for his passengers
at the gate. Also waiting by the gate was one of Laurie's oldest and dearest
friends - one of her college sorority sisters - Donna. Tom waved to her as he
unloaded his passenger's baggage.

Tom made sure his passengers got all their shit into the limo and gave the
people a number where he could be reached. The "guy" told him they'd give him
a call a couple of hours before they planned on arriving at the airport. Tom
locked up the airplane, grabbed Laurie's and his bag and headed to where his
wife and sorority sister were gabbing. Tom and Laurie were going to spend the
night and hopefully watch a descent game, for a change, at Donna's place.

In the twenty-five years or so that Laurie had known her, Donna had been
married three times - all ending in the same fashion - divorce. She had moved
out to San Diego from Chicago after her last divorce and even though they
lived only five hundred or so miles apart for the last two years, Laurie and
Donna hadn't seen each other for over ten years. Tom and Laurie had attended
her first wedding and then had visited Donna and her second husband in Florida
while they had been stationed at Langley AFB in Virginia.

Donna lived in a condo about six blocks from the beach and if it had been
a little warmer Tom might have gone to the beach. Instead, he parked himself
on the couch and watched some college basketball while he ate lunch. The
ladies "caught up" out on Donna's patio, where there was a great view of the
pool. And if you got on your tip-toes, you could just barely see the
blue-green of the ocean. Tom was soon asleep on the couch.

The sound of the blender woke him. He looked at his watch and figured
he'd been out for almost three hours. The girls were in the kitchen. He
assumed they were fixing dinner. As he was switching through the TV channels
looking for some news, Donna and Laurie trooped by on the way back to the
patio. Each of them, carrying a salt rimmed margarita.

"Hi ! Sleepy head." Laurie giggled as she opened the sliding glass door
to the patio.

"Restin' up so you can party tonight...right, Tom ? There's enough
margaritas in the kitchen to float a battle ship and a frosted glass in the
freezer. Come join us if you want." Donna said as she closed the door to the
patio.

Tom kept switching through the channels and after finding nothing but
shitty movies, got up and fixed himself a margarita. He settled back on the
couch and was soon watching a re-run of some sitcom that had been off the air
for decades.

***** CHAPTER TWO *****

A movement on the patio caught his attention. Both Laurie and Donna were
standing at the railing. Donna was waving to someone down by the pool. The
sun was low on the horizon and was back lighting the girls. Donna was wearing
a shift, what Tom would have called a muumuu. It was white and went all the
way to her sandaled feet. It had big puffy, short sleeves. Tom could see the
silhouette of Donna's body through the shift.

Donna was dark haired and a big girl, at least five seven or eight and Tom
figured must weigh at least a hundred thirty - maybe, thirty-five. She had
broad shoulders - a good frame for breasts that dwarfed Laurie's and she liked
to show them off. Donna almost always wore something that would let you get a
peek at her tits and Tom always took full advantage of it. The time they
spent with her and her second husband in Florida...The girls were always in
bikinis and Donna's tits were always half exposed. Tom laughed at the times
Laurie caught him looking at them. She'd always kid him about it when they
were alone.

On the other hand, Laurie had very light brown hair - almost blond. She
was a petite, little thing - about five foot four and usually weighed a
hundred and ten dripping wet. She didn't have much of a bust but made up for
it with the tightest, little ass Tom had ever laid his hands on. Better even
than some of the Filipino women he had whored around with while he was at
"Snake" school on the way to Viet Nam.

Donna turned from the balcony railing and caught Tom staring at them. He
was so engrossed in watching the two of them; he didn't notice that he was now
being watched. Donna leaned back against the railing and thrust her chest
out. Tom continued staring and only snapped out of it when his wife turned
and waved. Laurie came into the front room and asked him if he needed another
margarita. He just nodded his head. She took his glass and headed for the
kitchen.

Donna followed and leaned over the coffee table to pick up the paper plate
and used napkin, left over from lunch. Tom couldn't keep his eyes away from
her breasts, heavy mounds of flesh that strained against the fabric of the
shift. He was sure she was braless and was quick to make eye contact with her
as she rose with the trash in her hand.

She smiled down at him and said, "Having a good time ?"

Tom mumbled something as she turned and headed for the kitchen. Dinner
was tacos and cheese chrisps and more margaritas. The three of them were out
on the patio, after cleaning up, when Donna asked Tom:

"Would you mind if Laurie and I got stoned ?"

Tom thought she was talking about getting bombed until Donna came back
with a small pipe, packed with marijuana. Tom and Laurie were no strangers to
getting high but with drug testing prevalent in both the air force and
commercial flying; hadn't smoked any reefer since college.

The pipe made the rounds and Tom even took several drags. This was some
good stuff as he got real stoned after just a couple of hits. He was laughing
at something but couldn't remember what it was ? The girls were laughing too
but he had no idea what they were laughing at either ?! He got up to get
himself another margarita.

While trying to figure out how to turn on the blender, Donna reached
around him and pushed the button. He jumped away from the blender and right
into her. They both laughed.

"Things moving a little slow, Tom ?" He kept laughing, finally turned the
machine off and filled his glass. When he turned, Donna was still standing
very close to him. She put her hands up on his shoulders and continued. "I'm
real glad that you and Laurie came to visit. I never get to see any of the
old crowd anymore...Thanks."

With that she kissed him. Tom tried to back away a bit as Donna now had
her arms up around his neck and her tongue in his mouth. He backed right into
the kitchen counter and really didn't put much space between them. She
pressed herself against him, her tongue like a wet snake in his mouth and
before he knew it he was engaged with her, his tongue having a mind of it's
own. Tom could feel her body pressed against his, her breasts mashed against
his chest and tried to put his drink down before he spilled it. Donna finally
broke the kiss and stepped away from him.

"Boy ! You're a good kisser...And I ought to know. I've kissed a lot of
men. Laurie's a lucky..."

Laurie picked that moment to wander into the kitchen and blurted out,
"Well, what's going on in here ?" She was giggling. Tom was embarrassed, not
knowing if she knew what her sorority sister and he had been doing ?

He turned to get his drink and heard Donna say, "I just told Tom...He's a
good kisser." Tom almost sip out his mouth full of margarita and Laurie
started laughing. Donna looked back at him and smiled, then turned to Laurie,
took her face in her hands and kissed her on the lips. The kiss lasted about
as long as the one she gave Tom and he saw his wife's eyes open wide. Jesus !
Donna was frenching with her !

When the two of them broke apart, Donna said, "Wow ! You're a good kisser
too, Laurie." Tom started laughing. The look on Laurie's face was priceless,
part shock and part...What ? Tom didn't know but kept laughing. Before he
stopped Donna was back in front of him. She put her arms up on his shoulders
and kissed him again. This time longer. Tom struggled to put his drink back
on the kitchen counter. He finally got the drink down when the kiss ended and
then Donna turned and was kissing his wife again. He was feeling the
beginnings of a hardon growing in his shorts and didn't know whether it was
from Donna's kiss or watching these two women kissing. There was no doubt in
his mind that his wife was frenching with her sorority sister. He wondered if
they had done it before ?

Donna maneuvered Laurie so that their sides were facing Tom as he stood
with his back to the kitchen counter. She raised Laurie's arms so that they
were up around her neck and just kept working her tongue around inside her
sorority sister's mouth. Tom was so engrossed with their kissing that it was
several moments before he noticed that Donna was feeling Laurie's breasts.
The lump in his pants started to lengthen and he reached out with both hands
and started rubbing both of their shoulders. In the process they moved closer
to him and the three of them almost formed a triangle.

Donna finally stopped kissing Laurie and both of them giggled before Donna
leaned her face over toward Tom and kissed him. One of Donna's arms snaked
around his neck and Tom reciprocated by pulling her closer as he allowed his
tongue to explore her mouth. His other arm pulled his wife closer and soon he
was kissing her. Both of the female mouths were warm and very wet. He had
forgotten all about wondering if the girls had ever done this before and was
being consumed by the lust that was building in his groin.

When he stopped kissing his wife, he found that someone had pulled the top
of Donna's shift down to her waist. Her breasts were bare, tits that pulled
away from the center of her chest - large pear shaped melons, milky white,
surrounded by a rich brown tan. Her tits were topped with light brown areolae
the size of beer cans with a darker brown, marble sized nipple centered in
each.

Tom just stared and would probably still be staring if Donna hadn't
whispered, "Tom, help me." She was using her free hand to pull Laurie's "T"
shirt off over her head. Tom quickly helped her and soon his wife was
standing there in just her bra and shorts. "Unsnap her bra..." Quickly, Tom
had Laurie's bra unsnapped and Donna pulled it off her, tossing it over on the
counter top. Both women were now topless.

Laurie's tits were much smaller than her sorority sister's - just a hand
full of breast meat topped with dark brown areolae the size of quarters - her
erect nipples the size of pencil erasures.

"Kiss her, Tom." Tom leaned over to kiss his wife and noticed that she
too had been staring at Donna's breasts. His tongue wormed it's way into his
wife's mouth. Laurie's tongue was wild in his mouth and it wasn't until he
stopped kissing her that he figured out why. Donna was sucking on her left
breast. Tom leaned down and sucked Laurie's other breast into his mouth,
working his tongue around her nipple. Laurie threw her head back and moaned
real loud.

"Oooh ! Oooh ! My God ! Yes...Yes...Yes !"

When Tom stopped sucking on his wife's right breast, he found Donna on her
knees pulling Laurie's shorts down. Laurie's panties came down with her
shorts and now all she had on was a pair of sandals. Donna ran her hands up
Laurie's thighs, right into her light brown pubic hair - just a bit darker
than the hair on her head. Tom was mesmerized watching Donna's fingers slide
in and out of his wife's bush and then gasped as Donna got to her feet - she
too, was naked. Her bush a dark brown, almost black and shaped like a
rectangle on her lower stomach - a tremendous contrast to the white skin
surrounding it. Tom now had a raging hardon and noticed that Donna was
staring at it, smiling. Laurie was staring at her sorority sister's nude body
and it was only a matter of moments before Tom leaned over and kissed Donna.

***** CHAPTER THREE *****

While kissing Donna, he felt someone's hand massaging his cock. Just as
he thrust his crotch against the pressure, the hand left his penis. His cock
jerked in his shorts as the hand started to work his zipper down. Tom's penis
was throbbing and he almost removed his arm from Laurie's back to help the
hand that was undoing the button at the waist of his shorts. His shorts fell
to the floor and the hand immediately pulled his underwear down past his
boner. It sprang back and slapped against his stomach.

Now, Tom wasn't hung like a horse. He always thought he had a descent
sized cock but that may have been because Laurie was very small. Until she
had children, Tom sometimes felt uncomfortable fucking her. She was tighter
than most of the whores he fucked in the Philippines and 'Nam. He always
thought of himself as a little longer than a hotdog but a lot fatter. The
hand was now wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking him.

He stopped kissing Donna and was not surprised to see her hand wrapped
around his dick. What shocked him was that Donna had her other hand in
between Laurie's legs. He was sure Donna was fingering his wife as Laurie was
bucking her hips against Donna's hand. Tom let his hand slide down Laurie's
back until he had one hand firmly gripping one of her ass cheeks. All the
while Donna was smiling at him and it was a few moments before he noticed that
his wife was bent a bit, sucking on one of Donna's large tits.

Tom quickly slid his hand between his wife's legs and found Donna's finger
fucking in and out of Laurie's furry pussy. Tom slid a finger in with her and
Laurie's hips increased the tempo a bit now that she had two fingers in her -
one from the front and one from back.

"Oh ! Tom...She's so tight." Donna whispered. Tom couldn't say anything
as he was carried away with Donna's hand sliding up and down his dick. If she
continued much longer Tom was going to explode. As if Donna sensed it, she
let go of his dick and dropped to her knees in front of the two of them. Tom
still had his finger fucking in and out of Laurie's very wet cunt when Donna
buried her tongue in his wife's belly button. Tom and Laurie started kissing
and only stopped when they heard Donna whisper, "Pick up her up' Tom."

When he looked down, Donna had her mouth buried in Laurie's light brown
bush. He moved behind Laurie, put his arms around her and pulled her up by
the thighs, spreading them in the process and allowing Donna unrestricted
access to her hot, wet cunt. Jesus ! Fucking ! Christ ! The woman was
eating his wife's pussy.

Laurie threw her head back against his shoulder and groaned out, "Ooooh !
Donna...What are you doing ?"

Donna looked up from Laurie's crotch and replied, "Eating your pussy,
Laurie. She tastes so good, Tom. You must eat her all the time." With that
she went back to licking and sucking on Laurie's cunt.

Tom was leaning back against the kitchen counter with his hardon just
below his wife's pussy. Laurie almost screamed, "Stop...Stop...I...I'mmm
going to cum." She was slithering against his stomach and chest as Donna
licked and sucked her exposed, spread cunt meat. Every once and a while Tom
could feel Donna's tongue tease his hardon a bit as it explored and licked the
folds of Laurie's pussy. Suddenly Laurie bent forward, almost falling to the
ground. Her momentum carried Tom to his knees. Donna scrambled to keep her
mouth on Laurie's cunt as they rolled around on the floor. Without thinking
Tom dropped to the floor and buried his face between the cheeks of his wife's
ass, licking and sucking for all he was worth. He finally forced Donna out
from between Laurie's legs and forced his tongue into her cunt. She was
sopping wet, whether from her own juices or Donna's saliva, Tom didn't know or
care. His tongue was pumping in and out of her hot cunt like crazy, his nose
plastered against his wife's asshole.

"Ooooh...Shit...Fuck...I'm cumming...Sooo goood...Yea !" Tom was shocked
at the words coming out of his wife's mouth. She had never used them before
while they were having sex. She had never cum so quickly either and Tom loved
to lick and suck on her pussy. Her ass was bucking back into his face when
she finally rolled over onto her stomach almost breaking his neck.

She then curled up into a ball on the floor. Donna was kneeling a short
distance from her and had a very big smile on her face. Tom's glance went
from his wife to her friend and then back to his wife. His glance snapped
back to Donna when he heard her say, "Tom, I want to suck your cock." Without
thinking he was up and stepped over his wife so her sorority sister could
capture his cock with her mouth.

Donna's mouth was like a wet inferno. Her lips slid about half way down
his shaft, her tongue teasing the head of his cock. Tom's hands quickly went
to her head and he started pumping. He was oh, so close when Donna pushed him
away and told him to slow down. "I want to suck you dry, Tom." Her tongue
teased him for a few moments before she opened her mouth and swallowed him
again. Tom couldn't control his hips and was soon pumping again. Donna
pushed him away and smiled wickedly at him. "Laurie, come help me with your
husband."

Tom looked over and found his wife staring at the two of them less than a
couple of feet away. She smiled at him and crawled over to where Donna was
back to licking his balls and thighs. His cock was harder than it had been in
years, covered with Donna's saliva. Donna moved to the side and allowed
Laurie to lick on his cock while she teased his balls with her tongue. Tom
couldn't believe he had two women licking his dick - every man's fantasy. He
finally grabbed Laurie's head and forced his cock into her mouth. He had
never cum in her mouth. Their oral sex was always a prelude to the main event
- - intercourse. Tonight he was going to drown his wife with his load.

Laurie had about half of his cock in her mouth. Donna was still licking
and sucking on his balls. His hips were a blur, pumping his cock in and out
of his wife's mouth. Her mouth was so warm - so wet. Her lips like a suction
cup, surrounding the shaft of his dick and here it came. The first blast
rocketed out of his cock and he saw his wife's eyes snap open as his semen
flooded her mouth. The second blast was close behind and Laurie was in the
process of pulling her face away from his cock. Half of the spunk splattered
against her lips and chin. She had his cock out of her mouth when the third
blast of spunk flew out of his penis and landed on her shoulder.

Donna pulled back when she heard Tom cry out, "Oh ! Jesus...I'm gona cum.
Suck it. Suck it, honey." When Laurie pulled away, Donna leaned forward and
grabbed his cock, forcing it into her mouth and damn near swallowed the whole
thing. Tom's body was spazaming against the kitchen counter and he shot a
weak load of jizzim into Donna's mouth. She kept sucking and didn't stop
until Tom was limp. She giggled as she spit his dick out and immediately
turned to kiss her sorority sister who had allowed most of her husband's semen
to dribble down her chin and onto her chest. The two of them kissed for a
long while and Tom just watched. Donna licked all his semen off his wife's
face and shoulder and sucked and licked her breasts.

When the two of them stopped kissing, Donna said, "Lets go to the front
room. I need to get off and it's not very comfortable here on the floor."
She laughed.

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