Interrupting the Game

I was mad at my boyfriend. Actually, mad was an understatement. I was pissed! We were supposed to spend the day together and he ended up having the guys over to watch football. He just called and apologized to me, saying we would do it again another day.

I wasn’t pissed because he was spending time with the guys, he’s totally allowed to do that. I just thought we were going to spend the day together and I planned for it to be in bed.

You see, I woke up and began to work myself up into a sexual frenzy, masturbating like crazy but never letting myself cum. I wanted to be nice and wet for when I tore the clothes off my boyfriend.

But for fuck’s sake! Now I would be unsatisfied. Of course, I could masturbate but what I really wanted was cock.

I made up my mind to go over there and get fucked, no matter how many people were in the house. They could watch, for all I cared! I wanted sex and I needed it right now!

I got in the car and drove over, getting angrier and angrier. As soon as my boyfriend opened the door, I jumped him, kissing him furiously while I tried to get his clothes off. He pulled back and mentioned the guys in the next room and I told him I didn’t care. I wanted him to screw me hard.

My boyfriend’s protestations died as I pulled down his pants and wrapped my lips around his cock, sucking it wildly. Soon we had an audience, with all five of the guys coming out to watch us. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see them pulling their cocks out of their pants and I got a brillant idea.

I wanted to fuck all six of them at once.