บททั้งหมดของ Crazy Se*x Adventures(erotica): บทที่ 391 - บทที่ 400

When Dan answered the door, he said, "Wow, you look great and sexy too.""Thank you. I hoped you'd like my outfit.""Like it? I love it."Dan gave me a big hug and kiss and invited me in while he got his car keys and wallet. He planned on taking me to an inexpensive Italian restaurant and then coming back to his house to watch a movie. I knew darn well we weren't going to watch a movie or, at least, I hoped not. We were both horny eighteen-year-olds so the likelihood of us having an evening without some sort of sex was zero. When Dan said his parents were going to be gone for the night, we both knew what was going to happen if I went to his house. This was the perfect opportunity for both of us.It's amazing how much of a gentleman a guy is when you're wearing a short skirt. When Dan opened the car door for me, I knew he was trying to look up my skirt. I made sure to part my legs a bit more than usual as I got into the front seat. I'm sure he got a look at my black thong but that's wh

Dan and I fucked again that night before we fell asleep in each other's arms. In the morning, Dan woke up first. I could feel the movement in the bed and around the room so I woke up too. He said he was going to fix breakfast and I said I'd join him after my shower. While the hot water cascaded over my naked body, images of seeing Dan's face while fucking me ran through my mind. I thought about the feeling of having his hard cock plunging in and out of my pussy. My hand drifted down between my legs as I began to tickle my clit. My pussy was hot again but I didn't want to come right out and ask Dan to fuck me again. As I was drying myself off, I decided to put on his basketball jersey again and see what would happen.His jersey was a glorified, oversized tank top that came down to just below my ass. It showed off plenty of side boob that I hoped he would notice. When I got to the kitchen, Dan was busy making bacon, eggs, and toast. He looked so sexy standing there in the tight boxer-jo

Looking past Robin, which was easy enough - she didn't even come up to my chest; I could see the source of his ire. Someone had been in their cabin, and hadn't left it in as good a shape as they'd found it. Only one light bulb in the kitchen was working but we all filed in behind Robin to see the disaster. Our wetness and muddiness wasn't going to make a lick of difference.Vandals had broken in through a window on the far side of the cabin. There were beer cans all over the place, piled up dirty bed sheets on the two beds, and water was pouring in through the broken window. Critters had been in the house, and a dead bird was in a corner, with feathers all around. Animal feces were scattered all around the kitchen area. Couches were overturned in the sitting area, their pillows scattered. I watched Jack turn and head back outside, and a few seconds later he had re-closed the shutters, somehow jimmying them shut, stopping the worst of the rain.You could feel the atmosphere of the plac

On my turn, it was easy enough. "I'm glad that if we're going to have to make the best of a bad situation, it's with you guys." It was true enough. Not only did I get along well with both Jack and Dan, Dan in particular, I was always happy to be around their sexy wives.Robin took the bottle eagerly without doing the salt. "I'm glad that I found out about this stuff. I swear I'm never drinking Jose Cuervo again." She took her time sipping at the bottle, before deciding to relinquish it.When she leaned over to pass the bottle, I got a good view of her rear; somehow her towel had gotten bunched up around her waist in the back. It was a very nice rear.Jack took his turn, "I'm glad that we had clean dry towels," he said, "and I hope we have more tequila; we've about killed this soldier".I got up with the front of my towel tenting more than a little, and fetched a second bottle of the same. I was a little surprised at how quickly we burned through the first bottle. We only had three bot

I woke to find myself blissfully on the receiving end of another blow-job. Looking down, I could see that it wasn't my wife at work on me, but Robin, who was showing me that she was just as talented at giving head, if not at listening to good common sense. We were very quiet, and I noticed that the weather outside had almost completely subsided, and the fire in the fireplace was nearly out. The room was noticeably cooler. But not where Robin's hot little mouth engulfed me. She was slow and steady, her mouth and hand determined to get me off, without shaking things up too much, and eventually she got her way. Then she climbed off of our bed and moved a few feet over, back to the other bed. I fell back asleep; almost convinced it was a dream.* * *I woke up slowly, sticky from the humidity and heat, my head hammering from too much alcohol, and my mouth as dry as the Sahara. I could hear voices nearby and pulled the pillow over my head to block out the vicious light."Looks like someone