Roquel and the Broncos game [MF], Semi[MFM] | 2016

As I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed that it was very full. “Wow, lots of people here” I thought to myself. I had gone over to my local neighborhood bar to watch the first Broncos game of the season. It was against the Carolina panthers, a rematch of the previous years Superbowl. It was a Thursday night. Nothing special. But this town is a Broncos town. My little piece of suburbia had a few bars around it, all of which had Broncos memorabilia all over the walls. Inside it was packed. Assholes to elbows. I said hi to a few familiar faces I knew. Mark, Dave and Leon at their usual spots. Suzy and Jason behind the bar. I remember having to wait a few minutes for the bartenders to make their way around to me. “What’ll it be, Chris” Jason asked. “Whiskey coke” I shot back. A few seconds later, I had my drink and I headed out to the patio.

There were less people, and I could smoke cigarettes and enjoy my drink in the cool September evening air. I made my rounds with the people I knew. Vee, Vicki and her hubby, Bryan, and Clay, and others. As I sat at the picnic tables facing the TV screen, another friend came up and sat down next to me and whispered, “Your roommate is talking shit about me”. We chatted for a second and I turned my attention back to the game. The fourth quarter had just started. I heard a voice behind me I didn’t recognize “GRAB ME A SHOT ON YOUR WAY OUT, CLAY” I turned to see who it was.

A girl. She was sitting on the table part of the picnic table, with her feet on the bench. “Oh she’s cute!” I thought to myself as I turned back around. The game continued and as it wound down, I kept looking back, and apparently, we both had the same idea, because we caught each other about five or 6 times over the course of the game. I turn around once more just in time to see Clay throw his arm around her, and kiss her quickly. “Damnit… Taken.” I finished my drink and went in to get another one. I came back out to the two-minute warning. Carolina was down by a point. I looked at mystery girl again. She was looking at me. Again. She hopped down to ground level and I was surprised to see she was a short, petite little thing. 5 foot 2, maybe 120 pounds, with nice perky C’s, and cute little cutoff shorts that had the pockets sticking out of the bottom. My fucking weakness, I love that shit.

I guess I should describe myself, since I’ve failed to do so. I’m a white male, 5 foot 7, about 168. I lift during the week, so I do have some girth to me. I consider myself moderately attractive, but I’m not model status. I’ve got about an 8 inch cut cock when fully turned on, but normally sits at about a 7.5, which accompanies a fully shaved area, with a trail going from my navel to my base.

So the Panthers are kicked a field goal to win the game. “Fuck!” I said aloud. But the broncos had called a timeout, and there was a re-kick. Sweet, maybe someone will block it this time. Nope, a total miss! Broncos win, FUCK YEAH! We’re all high fiving and celebrating, cheersing drinks and all that. I slam my drink, go in, and get my third, and most likely last drink of the night. I come outside and rest against the bannister on the patio.

My friend Clay gets my attention, “Hey Chris, this is Roquel” We exchange pleasantries and shake hands, nice to meet you, all that. “What do you think dude, pretty hot, right?” I agreed quickly, “yes indeed, very hot. Good work, sir.” Tipping my drink. “She thinks you’re pretty hot too.” I nearly spit my drink out, but kept it cool. “Thank you very much” I replied. “You should come over to our place,” Clay said. Ohhhhh now I get where this is going, I though, as all the gears finally slipped in and started turning. “Yeah, I like that idea” I replied. We all grabbed one more shot for the road. It also helped my nerves. Roquel and I made our way outside, toward our cars. Clay had stopped into the restroom, I figured. As I turned back around to Roquel, she was moving towards me, and stepped into my space, and I bent my neck and kissed her under the streetlight. Our tongues exploring each other’s mouths politely. “I didn’t say you could make out!” we hear. We break our kiss. “Oh fuck, did I just fuck this up” I thought to myself. Clay breaks the awkwardness “I’m just fucking with you, meet us at our house, follow me.”

I follow them in Roquels truck and in under two minutes, we are there, at the house. I get out and throw on my jacket, and follow them inside, Roquel pawing at the now evident bulge in my pants. I reach to her front, cupping a breast in my hand, and lightly squeezing. Clay pops into the fridge to grab beers, and we make our way to the basement. Roquel kneels on the bed, and is still much shorter than me. We begin kissing, while Clay reaches into a drawer on the side of the bed. He pulls out two plugs. A medium length skinny one and a wider one. He chooses the wider one and motions for Roquel to remove her pants. She does so. She presents her ass toward him and he lubes up the plug. I hear Roquel moan as he starts to stretch her out with it, and it slips in and she closes around it. “What did I get myself into?” I screamed internally. I toss my jacket to a chair in the corner, while Roquel crawls back over to me on all fours. Clay is sitting on the edge of the bed, simply watching. She reaches for my belt, and pulls it, undoing it. She used her other hand to deftly undo the button on my jeans. She then lowered my zipper to release my cock. “Holy shit” Roquel exclaimed as she wrapped her hands around my shaft. “You’re huge.” And with that she took me into her mouth. “Suck that dick,” Clay ordered. She moaned her obedience, vibrating my cock at the same time. She was deliberate, slow and steady. She was not sloppy, and I was enjoying every bit of it. She continued for some time, bringing up my full potential. “Don’t forget his balls” She popped me out of her mouth and turned her attention to my balls, licking and sucking each one individually. She then went back to my cock, sucking slowly, licking along the sides and underside of it. “I think I need to get fucked by this cock,” Roquel whispered.

She laid down on her back and I climbed on top of her, glancing over at Clay, who nodded his approval. I knew I wouldn’t last too long because A) The alcohol hadn’t really taken hold yet, and B) she spent so much time blowing me that I was already close to cumming as it was. I slipped into her wet pussy and she let out a gasp. Apparently, my size was a surprise to her, which made me smirk in a prideful way. I started slow, easing in and out of her as her wetness coated my cock. Finally, I was able to sink myself all the way into her, and we both let out groans of pleasure. I pumped into her for several minutes, focusing more on performing than my own pleasure. Her noises were lost in my ears, as I was approaching the point of no return. I felt myself tense up, and I slide my cock out of her and pumped a few ropes of cum onto her chest, covering het C cups in a decent sized load. “Damn, how often do you jerk off” I heard as I snapped back to reality. I looked up and Clay had been stroking himself on the other side of the bed. I glanced down and realized I was a fair bit larger than he was. “Uhhh” I stammered, still coming down from fucking his girlfriend right in front of him “every few day, I guess.”

I excused myself to the restroom to grab some toilet paper for Roquel to wipe my cum off her, which I disposed in the toilet. When I returned she was now on all fours sucking Clays cock. I saw the plug in her, which I had completely forgotten about up until this point. I teased her clit as I stood behind her, trying to get myself hard again. I slipped my ring and middle finger into her tight pussy and she moaned with Clays cock in her mouth. It was only about a couple of minutes and I was ready to go again.

I got Clays attention again and gestured toward her round booty. He nodded his approval again. I put the head of my cock right at her opening, and waited for her to take Clay deep into her mouth, and I parted her folds and entered her again. Her body tensed up again. The new tightness of the position had my groaning immediately. I began fucking her a fair bit harder than I had when we were in missionary, and it was very apparent that we both enjoyed it a lot more. There is something about hearing a girl moaning in ecstasy when she also has a cock in her mouth. I fucked her harder and deeper, which triggered an orgasm from her a few minutes in, as I felt her pussy tense up in that rhythmic pattern. I gave her ass a slap and a gasp was the response. “You’re a cock craving cumslut” Clay prompted her. “mmmmhhmggpghghghmmhm” “What was that?” “I’m a cock craving cumslut” she responded. I reacted by upping my speed, fucking her faster, her breath quickening. I felt her pussy tense up again, signaling another orgasm. “Say it again,” ordered Clay. “I’m a cock craving cumslut.” That did it for me, and I felt my balls start to tingle again. I pumped a few more times, till I knew I was going to cum, and I pulled out and shot another couple of cum ropes up her back. Jerking myself till I was empty, I groaned until I had finished cumming, and I deflated back into my feet. Roquel had collapsed to full prone position on the bed, spent from the two orgasms that she had while my cock was in her. I went back to the bathroom to get more paper towels to clean up. We sat around the bed for a few minutes, regrouping after what was a pretty intense experience. We all got dressed and walked back upstairs to go have a cigarette. I finished my beer, said I had to get going back to my house, and I made my way back home.

We saw each other a few more times after that, but nothing like that night. We still talk. I actually got her approval to post this story, so I’ll relay the feedback to her.