There's one tradition at the Super Bowl, besides games that don't match the hype, that always holds true. That's the really dumb, overblown halftime show. So instead of watching P Diddy, Kid Rock and Nelly lose whatever credibility they have left, gawking at Janet Jackson lip synching badly and wondering whether a certain child molesting freak is gonna show up in a "surprise" appearance, we at Sharkboy Productions figured we would give you something that would truly befit a super Sunday. Yes, it's the girls of the Harem doing what they do best and who they do best.
So we at Sharkboy are bringing this to you to both alleviate the boredom from the game and from the awful festivities and to whet the appetite for the in production Harem 14. Let's all sit back and enjoy as we get ready for the third quarter.
Kids seeking a break from the boredom, though, are barred from entry to this show. The usual legal disclaimers apply. If you are under 18, you cannot read this story. Only adults of sound mind and body can read it.
And as usual, I need feedback. I like to know when my stories hit and whether I am giving people what they like. Any feedback or suggestions should please be sent to me. Let me know what you think. Please. These stories are not easy to write. Hell that last minute touchdown sent me scrambling off to rewrite. This is a high pressure industry, folks.
With that out of the way...let the real halftime festivities begin. Enjoy everyone.
The Super Bowl. It is an American tradition with a stature and importance that befits a national holiday. It is the pinnacle of athletic competition for the most intense of sports...football. The competitors go head to head with only the strongest emerging victorious. The game cycles back and forth in a contest where every second matters. It is a contest that can hinge on one missed moment. It is a game of fearless finality where only the victor is remembered and the loser condemned to obscurity. Every second matters as the viewers, millions strong, sit perched on the edge of their seats.
"Ughhhhhh this is so boring..." Rose McGowan groaned in frustration.
"Oh don't be a whiner," Sarah Michelle Gellar said affectionately as she grabbed a vegetable platter off the kitchen counter and began walking back toward the entertainment room. "Besides you had every chance to object back when I first suggested it and didn't say anything. Therefore, you lose all right to complain now."
"That's because I thought we'd be having an orgy or something," Rose pouted. "I can't believe you have all these hot pieces of ass here and we're lying around watching a stupid football game. Where's the fun in that?"
"First of all, it's not just any football game, it's the Super Bowl," Sarah pointed out. "Second of all, who said it wasn't going to turn into something sexier? Just keep your pants on during the game and we'll see what happens later."
"I know it's the damn Super Bowl, but why do we care?" Rose countered. "I mean I don't even follow football and I know a boring game when I see one. Why are we even pretending to have a normal party? How come I have to wait for fun because of your perverse desire to be the Martha Stewart of this place? Who waits for sex to have a party? I'll tell you who, losers. Anyone who waits for sex clearly has deep issues. If I was horny and my boyfriend ever told me to wait until after a fucking football game then he and the television would be out on their asses!"
"Oh is that what you're going to do, throw me out on my ass?" Sarah giggled while she and Rose walked.
"Well no...at least not when I'd rather fuck that ass of yours," Rose grinned before stealing a kiss from her housemate. "You're just lucky you're so goddamn cute that you're worth the wait. I just can't believe you're delaying what potentially could be one of the great fuckfests. Shit Sarah, if it were up to you, we'd never have even had that first orgy out by the pool. Do I always have to be the one who gets things moving around here?"
"It's just that you're so good at it Rose," Sarah said before returning the favor with a peck to Rose's lips. "Just be patient. Remember all that stuff about good things coming to those who wait."
"Patience never gets you anywhere Sarah," Rose grumbled. "It just leaves you with a wet pussy and nothing but your own fingers to get you off. You need to get aggressive Sarah. Go in there and push one of those sluts to the ground and tell her to start licking. That's how you throw a party!"
"Oh excuse me? I think I've proven my aggressive side Ms. McGowan," Sarah shot back. "Frankly, after the things I've done, you could stand to pick up a few tricks from me Rose."
"Yeah right, I'm still queen around here and you're my little serving wench," Rose grinned wickedly before helping herself to a slap of Sarah's jean covered ass. "You've been hanging around Freddie too often. You're starting to get as dull as he is. I'm the one that keeps this place going and always will be. Don't even start thinking you're a hotter fuck than me."
Sarah knew that Rose meant that playfully, but it still stung her. She frowned slightly before shrugging it off. She'd deal with Rose later and Sarah already had a few ways in mind to make her pay for those cracks. She supposed she was slipping into a domestic mode with Freddie, but she wasn't ever going to let that stand in the way of losing all inhibitions when she was in Malibu. But she could worry about all that another time. Right now Sarah had a roomful of guests she needed to attend to.
It had been Sarah's idea to have the party. Freddie had gone off to a Super Bowl party with his friends and had left her alone, not that she had minded when she had the sexy option of hanging with her housemates in Malibu. But as Rose had pointed out, Sarah did love to entertain. It had always been in her nature to organize things and throw parties. Deep down Sarah knew it was because she loved being in charge, but there were other reasons too.
Sarah felt more connected to her friends in Malibu than she ever had to anyone before. Of course the sex was the main allure of the place, but it was more than that. There was a real connection and sometimes Sarah wanted to do the normal things that girlfriends did. Naturally those things usually ended up with everyone naked and feasting on each other's pussies and naturally Sarah never fought that off. She was under no illusion that this day would end up any differently, especially with so many hot bodies around, but at least they could try and enjoy the game first.
Everyone had been allowed to bring a friend, or friends if they liked. There was no limit on guests, so there was quite a bevy of hotties awaiting her and Rose when they returned to the entertainment room. There wasn't even enough room for them on the couches and chairs, but luckily those on the floor seemed comfortable.
