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Date: Wed, 22 Jun 2005 03:10:02 -0400
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Every year my four high school buddies and I get together for the
Super Bowl.  We've never missed a Super Bowl in the decade that
we've known each other.  This year's gathering was at Mark's
house.

Mark was always the comedian of the group.  While the rest of us
were the jocks, he always got to hang with us because he made
everyone laugh.  Even though he looked like a pencil neck geek,
he managed to score some nice tail through the years.  He was the
first of us to marry and did he ever hit a home run.

Ling and Mark met in accounting class when they were in college.
She was Thai, and has the tightest body that I've seen.  Her tits
look to be a perky 34B and she's about 100 pounds soaking wet. 
Her ass is perfectly round and tight enough to bounce a quarter
off.   Her jet black hair goes about halfway down her back.  Her
face is model quality with a perfect complexion.

The thing about Ling was that she knew she was hot.  I never saw
her without a skirt that was a little too short and a top that
looked to be one size too small.  She worked in a bank and always
seemed to have control of her world.

We gathered at Mark's on that Super Bowl Sunday an hour before
the game.  Of course, nobody in our group gets called by their
real name.  Mark known as Needledick, Joe's nickname Slider,
Kent's called Beaner, I'm Cleaver, and Charlie's alias is Meat. 
By the time the game started we had all downed at least a
six-pack and we had a bottle of Cuervo on the coffee table. 
Every time a team scored, we all had to do a shot.  This had been
the rule since High School and I can tell you the blow out games
were brutal.

Ling wasn't drinking, but was playing the dutiful Asian wife,
bringing us snacks and fetching beers.  She was wearing a short
jeans skirt and red blouse with a plunging neck line and buttons
that were straining to hold back her rack.   Whenever she leaned
over to put a beer on the coffee table, I got a great view down
her shirt.  It was almost like she was teasing me on purpose.

She was putting some chips on the table in front of us when
Dallas scored the first touchdown.  Out came the shot glasses. 
Mark poured and offered a shot to Ling.

"Come on babe, join the party"

"Oh Mark, you know I no like Tequila."

We were all booing and hissing.  She rolled her eyes, took the
shot glass and downed the drink.

We all started cheering wildly.

Every time there was score we made sure Ling took a shot with us.
 The score was 21-17, midway through the 2nd quarter.  We were
all plowed and Ling was definitely feeling the effects as well. 
She actually sat down and tried to get into the game. She gets
very chatty when she drinks.

She looked over to Joe and asked how he got the name Slider.

"When we played baseball, I always slid into the bag.  I loved
getting dirty."

"Bullshit," said Beaner, "It was because you had a tube of KY
Jelly in your glove compartment for special occasions."

Everyone was rolling with laughter and Ling turned a little red.

"It's better than being called Beaner because you came in Sally
Chesney's hair," shot back Joe.

"Well at least Cleaver has a wholesome name, we just thought he
looked like Beaver Cleaver," said Charlie.



Ling piped in with, "You no have to tell me how Needledick got
his name."

The room fell silent, then we all erupted in laughter when we saw
how embarrassed Mark was.

Ling looked right over at Charlie and asked, "Why they call you
Meat?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yes, tell me," she insisted.

"It's because I have a 10 inch cock."

"No way, you lie to me"

"Swear to God, it's true"

We were all nodding.  It was common knowledge in the locker room
that Charlie was particularly gifted.

Our attention turned back to the game as the Broncos kicked a
field goal and we all had another shot.  

Towards the end of the first half, Ling came out the kitchen and
announced that we had run out of beer.

"Mark, if you friends want more beer you better walk to store and
get it."

"But, it's a mile to the store.  I'll just drive." He slurred.

"No way you get DUI, just walk."

Joe offered to go with him and they left when the gun sounded at
the end of the first half.

The door had barely shut when Ling came out of the kitchen
holding a ruler and stood between Charlie and the TV, "I no
believe you have a 10 inch dick, show me!"

Charlie and I looked at each other in shock.  This was not a side
of Ling that we had ever seen.

"I'm not showing you my cock, Ling"

"I a big girl, what you afraid that you legend will be proved
wrong."

Charlie reached down and unzipped his pants.  He looked up one
last time to make sure she was serious.  It was obvious that she
wasn't fooling around.  I sat there in awe and he pulled his
large dick out of his pants.

"That no10 inches."

"Well, it is when it's hard"

"So, make it hard."

"Well I'm going to need some help with that."

"What kind of help?"

"Well, you could show me your tits."

"I no show you my tits, they too small anyway."

"Look, Ling, I'm sitting here exposed to the world.  The least
you could do is return the favor and take off your blouse.  This
was your idea, not mine."

She looked sternly at both of us, and warned, "You tell my
husband and I kill you."  I believe she meant it.

Ling reached up to her red blouse and slowly undid the buttons. 
She was quivering as she slid the blouse off her shoulders and
let it drop to the floor, exposing a black lace bra.  Next, she
reached up to the front of the bra and unsnapped the clasp.  With
a deep breath she remove the bra.  Her breasts were perfect. 
Round and firm with brown nipples that pointed slightly up. 
Charlie's penis started to harden.

"You happy now," said Ling in a hushed tone.

"I'm getting there, but if I could just touch them I'm sure
you'll get to see the full ten inches."

"I no think that a good idea."

"Ling, bring the ruler, sit down next to me and I'll prove that
it's not a myth."

Ling reluctantly sat down next to Charlie.  Even in her drunken
state she was beginning to realize that she was crossing the
line.

Charlie slowly reached over and caressed her right breast.  He
was rubbing it and lightly squeezing the tit as Ling peered down
at his lap.  It didn't take long for Charlie to be at full mast.
Ling reached for the ruler and placed it next to the oversized
dick.  

"It not 10 inches, more like 12," she giggled.

"Do you want to touch it?"

Ling shook her head.

"Ling, this is our secret." Said Charlie smoothly "Neither of us
will ever tell."  Charlie was still rubbing her breast as Ling's
took shorter breaths.

She reached over a put her hand around the cock.

"I never knew you so big."

Charlie started rubbing her leg with his other hand.  "We have a
problem, I need to get off before Mark gets back."

Ling looked up, "I no... I no can do that"

"Well you don't want your husband to walk in and see me with a
huge hard-on, do you?  Then I would have to tell him everything.
Just rub up and down for a little bit and help me out."

Ling knew she shouldn't, but her desire was welling up in her as
Charlie continued playing with her nipple.  His hand had moved
under her skirt as it moved up her thigh.

"You better go fast," she whispered.

She started rubbing faster.  Charlie's hand reached her panties
and started to slide underneath the elastic.  Ling sighed as her
heart raced.  Charlie bent over and took a nipple into his mouth
and sucked on the breast.  His finger was touching her clit and
Ling started to moan.  Charlie penetrated her vagina and moved
two fingers inside her wet slit.  Ling was losing herself in the
moment.  She started to rub harder.

"Ling, ever wonder what a 12 inch cock feels like inside you? 
Now is your chance."

Ling couldn't speak as she was building to an orgasm.  Charlie
let up just a bit.

"Let me fuck you, Ling.  Hop on top of me and I guarantee you the
best orgasm that you ever felt."

Ling was starting to pant. "No..it wrong, I can't do that"

"This may be your only chance, Ling.  You've already gone pretty
far."  With that he finger-fucked her just a little harder.

"Oh...God...what if he finds out." Her hips were started to
move.

"I swear I'll never tell if you fuck me now, otherwise, I can't
make any promises.  I know you want my dick inside you.  Just say
the word and it's yours"

She was gasping for air.  "Oh, Charlie...please..."

"Say the word, Ling" He moved another finger into her red-hot
cunt.

"Oh...fuck me...fuck me now!"

In one quick motion, Charlie slid off the skirt and panties
exposing Ling's beautiful tight ass.  She climbed up on top of
him and positioned herself over his cock.  Slowly she started to
lower herself down onto Charlie.  Amazing, she took all of him.

Ling started grinding her hips as she embraced my friend.  She
let out a little shriek with every thrust of Charlie's hips. 
Charlie's hands were digging into her firm butt.  He took her
left tit into his mouth.

"I never get fucked like this," she panted "Fuck me harder"

Ling was in ecstasy as she completely gave herself to Charlie.

Both started bucking wildly and simultaneously exploded in orgasm
as Charlie shot his load deep inside her.  They moaned and Ling
collapsed into Charlie.

It took a minute for them to catch their breath.  Ling climbed
off, gathered her clothes, and the ruler and ran back to her
bedroom.  Charlie looked at me in stunned amazement as he zipped
up.  I hoped no one would notice the wet spot in my crotch.

Minutes later the guys returned with a case of beer and sat down
just in time for the second half.

"Any exposed breasts at this halftime show?" joked Mark.

Ling came out of the kitchen with a plate of hot dogs. 

"Anyone else want a footlong?"







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