Fanatics: Super Bowl Party
With Livvy Dunne and Olivia Ponton
Written by TheLW
Codes: MFF, Alcohol, Blowjob, Fingering
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
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The Fanatics Super Bowl party thrummed with the bass vibrating through the floor, strobe lights slicing across bodies, champagne flutes catching gold reflections everywhere. I stood near the bar, half-watching the pre-game highlights on massive screens, when I felt the shift in the air. Two women moved through the crowd like they owned it.
Olivia Ponton was impossible to miss first. She wore an oversized brown leather jacket that looked soft enough to sink your teeth into, unzipped just enough to show the crisp white crop top underneath hugging her athletic torso. High-waisted blue jeans clung to her long legs before disappearing into tall suede boots that clicked with every confident step. Her blonde hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders, and when she laughed at something Livvy said, the sound cut straight through the noise.
Livvy Dunne stood right beside her, smaller but no less magnetic. The black three-piece outfit was devastating: a cropped halter top that bared her carved midriff and the delicate line of her collarbones, wide-leg pants that flowed like liquid shadow, gold jewelry glinting at her throat and wrists. Her blonde hair was swept into a high ponytail that swung with every movement, and those leopard-print heels gave her an extra inch of predatory grace. They were talking close, heads tilted together, and then, both of them turned at the same moment. Their eyes found mine. Olivia’s gaze was dark and amused, Livvy’s was bright, challenging, almost daring me to look away.
I didn’t.
Drinks appeared. Conversation flowed easier than it should have. Laughter turned into lingering touches, fingers brushing my arm, a hand resting briefly on my lower back, the casual press of a hip against mine as we moved through the crowd. The chemistry was immediate and shameless. When Livvy leaned in and murmured, “We’ve got a suite upstairs. Way quieter,” Olivia’s slow smile said everything else.
The elevator ride was torture. Their perfume mixed, something sweet and spicy from Livvy, warmer leather and vanilla from Olivia, until the doors opened and we spilled into the private suite. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the glittering city below. The door closed shut. The party sounds faded to a distant heartbeat.
Livvy moved first. She dropped to her knees in front of me without a word, ponytail swinging, eyes locked on mine as her fingers worked my belt open. Olivia stepped behind me, chest pressing to my back, lips grazing my neck while her hands slid under my shirt, nails dragging lightly across my stomach. Livvy tugged my pants down just enough, freeing me, and wrapped her hand around the base. She didn’t tease long. Her mouth closed over the head, warm and wet then slid down in one slow, smooth motion until I hit the back of her throat. A low groan escaped me.
Olivia sank down beside her, knees on the carpet. She cupped my balls gently, rolling them in her palm, then leaned in and took one into her mouth. Her tongue swirled slow circles while Livvy bobbed, cheeks hollowing, lips stretched around me. The contrast was devastating, Livvy’s deep, rhythmic sucking versus Olivia’s softer, teasing suction and gentle tugs. They found a pace without speaking, Livvy taking me deeper on every third stroke while Olivia hummed softly, the vibration traveling straight up my spine. My hands found their hair, blonde strands tangling together, and I guided them lightly, hips rocking back and forth just enough to feel the heat building low in my gut.
I lasted longer than I thought I would, but not long enough. The dual assault, the wet heat, the swirling tongues, the soft moans vibrating against me, pushed me to the edge too fast. I warned them with a rough “Fuck...” and they didn’t pull away. Livvy sucked harder; Olivia’s tongue pressed flat and firm. I came hard, shooting down Livvy’s throat while Olivia kept working my balls through every shudder. They swallowed together, slow and unhurried, then looked up at me with matching, wicked grins.
Clothes came off in a frenzy after that. Olivia’s leather jacket hit the floor first, followed by the crop top. Her breasts were full, nipples already tight from the cool air and anticipation. Livvy peeled off the halter, revealing the lean, sculpted lines of her gymnast’s body, every muscle defined, skin flushed. I pushed them toward the wide leather sectional. Olivia bent over the armrest, ass up, jeans and boots still on, the denim framing her perfectly. I yanked the jeans and panties down just past her thighs, exposing her completely. She was already soaked.
I lined up and pushed in slowly at first, savoring the tight, wet heat that gripped me. Olivia moaned loud, head dropping forward, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. I gripped her hips and started thrusting, deep, steady strokes that made her push back to meet me every time. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the suite. Livvy climbed onto the couch beside us, kneeling so her face was level with mine. She grabbed my jaw and kissed me hard, tongue sliding against mine, teeth grazing my lip, tasting faintly of me. Every time I bottomed out in Olivia, Livvy swallowed my groan, her nails digging into my neck.
Livvy pulled back, licking her lips, then bent down behind Olivia and spread her ass wider for me, watching with open hunger as I pounded into her friend. I felt the jolt race through Olivia when Livvy’s tongue flicked over her clit, the moan that ripped out of her muffled by the couch. The feedback loop was obscene, every thrust I gave Olivia drove Livvy harder, her mouth working greedier, hands locked tight on Olivia’s hips to keep her balanced between us.
Olivia threw a hand back, fingers scrambling for anything to hold. I caught her wrist, lacing my fingers through hers, using the leverage to fuck her harder, faster. Livvy lifted her head just enough to meet my gaze, pupils blown, a gold fleck glinting from her lower lashline, and then she spat lightly on her fingers and slid two inside Olivia alongside me. The sensation made Olivia shudder so hard I thought she’d collapse; I gripped her tighter, kept her upright. Livvy’s other hand snaked between her own legs, working herself feverishly, hips rocking in time with us.
I couldn’t tell who was louder: Olivia gasping, Livvy muttering “oh my God, oh fuck,” or me just grunting every time the three of us collided. The pleasure looped, exponential, each sound and movement fueling the next, until Olivia clenched hard around me, a sob erupting from deep in her chest as she came. Her nails raked the leather, and her body jerked, I kept going until she was whimpering, barely able to keep upright.
I pulled out, cock slick and throbbing. Olivia collapsed forward, breathing ragged. Livvy didn’t give me time to recover. She shoved me down onto my back on the sectional, straddling my hips in one fluid motion. She dropped into a perfect split, thighs flat against my sides, flexibility on full display, and sank down onto me inch by inch. The sight alone almost made me come again, her toned stomach flexing, breasts bouncing slightly as she settled, ponytail swinging. She braced her hands on my chest and started riding, long, controlled drops at first, then faster, harder, hips rocking back and forth in tight circles that ground her pussy against my pelvis.
Livvy was a fucking animal. She bounced and ground, using me as a lever, squeezing me tight on every upstroke. I just held on, watched her, Livvy Dunne, gymnast goddess, letting herself go feral as she rode my cock. Sweat beaded along her jaw, mascara smudged under her eyes, and she never broke eye contact. She bit her bottom lip and reached behind, dragging my hands up to her tits. I cupped them, kneaded, thumbing her nipples until she threw her head back and let out a sound halfway between a moan and a growl.
Olivia recovered enough to swing a leg over my face. She lowered herself slowly, knees bracketing my head, wet folds brushing my lips. I gripped her ass with both hands and pulled her down, tongue flattening against her sex hole in firm, steady licks. She ground against my mouth immediately, chasing the friction, moaning my name like a prayer. The taste of her, salty-sweet, addictive, flooded my senses.
I lost myself, lapping and sucking, letting her ride my face as hard as she wanted. Olivia gripped the back of the couch, shuddering with every pass of my lips over her swollen clit. Above me, Livvy’s hips rocked faster, her pussy gripping me in perfect rhythm, and I could feel her getting closer, her breath coming in quick, sharp gasps.
Livvy leaned forward, bracing herself above me, and Olivia instantly put a hand on Livvy’s neck, pulling her down into a kiss. Their tongues tangled, Olivia’s moans muffled by Livvy’s hungry mouth. Their bodies pressed together and vibrated with each thrust, the taste of Olivia, the heat of Livvy’s pussy, the pounding of my heart, everything collapsed into a single, wild urgency.
Livvy’s pace intensified, the impact of our bodies creating a primal percussion. Each time she descended, I filled her completely, each ascent created an exquisite friction that left me gasping. Meanwhile, Olivia’s movements grew desperate against my mouth, her thighs trembling as they framed my face. I focused my attention precisely where she needed it most, my tongue working in deliberate patterns until she came apart entirely, her release washing over my lips as her body tensed and then surrendered with a fragile, fractured cry.
Watching Olivia cum undid Livvy completely. Her body seized around me, rhythm faltering as control abandoned her. “Fuck... yes...” she gasped, grinding down hard one last time. I met her halfway, driving upward as she descended, and felt myself erupt, each pulse of pleasure matching the tremors that ran through her as she shuddered against me, drawing out our shared climax until neither of us had anything left to give.
For a moment, the only sound was our ragged breaths, Olivia’s slick thighs trembling against my ears while Livvy’s heartbeat thrummed against my stomach. Both women clung to me, Olivia grinding her hips greedily into my mouth, Livvy trembling, her hair and gold jewelry sticking to her skin as she caught her breath. I slid my hands up Olivia’s waist, holding her in place as I tongued her through the aftershocks. Her moans turned to soft sighs, her body relaxing, melting into my face until she finally had enough and let herself collapse back, sprawling beside me on the leather.
The End