Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

“Didn’t he just say he was going to give us sufficient time next class period?” she asked. Hell if I know. “Or are you just looking for more gawking time?” she added, glancing at the bulge in the front of my jeans.

“No!” I insisted, turning sideways and hoping I wasn’t too obvious. “I was… I guess you’re right he did say that.” She cocked her head to the side and appeared to be studying me.

“Tell you what,” she said, apparently making up her mind. “I’ll give you one minute of gawking time at the beginning of each class and then we’ll focus on our physics projects.” My mouth must have dropped open because as she turned to leave she added with a chuckle, “but no drooling!”

“What about your ass?” I whispered as she passed me by. “Can I gawk at that?” I couldn’t believe I said that out loud.

“Why not,” she shrugged. “Everyone else does.” She was smiling as she brushed past me and I watched her ass sway suggestively under her tight skirt all the way to the doorway. Fuck! What a smart, sassy, sexy woman. On my way out of the room I took note of the professor’s website where we were assured all of our assignments would be posted.

“She said what?” Maryanne asked when I described my encounter with Katrina.

“She said I could gawk at her tits for one minute at the beginning of each class,” I smiled as I took another bite of roast. My sister just shook her head.

“You are so going to get laid!” she shouted, extending her hand for a high-five.

“I know,” I answered as I slapped her hand. “Right after dinner, I hope.”

“No, I mean this woman is perfect for you,” Maryanne continued as I gobbled up the last of my vegetables. My sister really is the best cook.

“I just met her,” I argued, but secretly hoped she was right.

“Ronnie, just don’t be a geek about this gawking thing,” she warned me as we cleaned up the dishes and headed for the bedroom to shoot a video for Mark.

“What do you mean?” I asked, stripping off my clothes and getting the camera ready.

“I mean,” she said turning towards me as she shook her bra loose, releasing her flawless breasts. “Don’t actually do it.” I marveled at the way she just let her bra drop to her hands and tossed it aside without a thought.

“Why not,” I countered. “Don’t you think she wants me to?”

“Yes!” Maryanne answered with an exaggerated sigh. “That’s exactly why you shouldn’t.” Really? That makes perfect sense. I shook my head as I watched my sister peel her thong down her long, shapely legs. Her neatly trimmed pussy never failed to generate a reaction from my cock and it was pointing right at her by the time she crawled up on the bed.

“What are we doing today?” I asked as I grabbed the camera.

“You said you wanted to do something with the tripod,” she answered. “But first…” She wrapped her hand around my aroused cock and scooted to the edge of the bed.

“Mmmm,” I moaned as my sister sucked my cockhead into her warm mouth and bobbed her head a few times.

“Just warming you up, Geek,” she smiled. “Get the camera ready.”

With Maryanne on her hands and knees near the foot of the bed, I positioned the camera to the side, zooming in enough to get all the action without showing me above my stomach.

“Let yourself go, Sis,” I directed as I positioned my hard cock against the moist entrance to her love canal. “I want the camera to see your tits swinging wildly.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“Sure you do. They’re not your tits getting bruised,” she laughed, making me wonder what Katrina’s much larger tits would look like swinging from her chest. I plunged balls deep into my sister in one thrust.

“Oopmh,” she stifled a moan as I grabbed her hips and pounded her pussy mercilessly. Her tits moved exactly as I hoped they would and the camera captured it perfectly. I was glad I didn’t have to worry about how my face looked in these videos. I never wanted to see it contorted the way Mark’s was when he fucked Maryanne. The video was edited and emailed in less than an hour.

“Just be yourself tomorrow, Ronnie,” my sister said later that night as we got ready for bed.

“If I did that, I’d be gawking at her tits,” I joked.

“Just focus on the physics,” she said, turning off the light and snuggling against me. The physics of how her bra held those babies up was what I wanted to focus on.

“I will, Sis,” I said, kissing her good night.

I dreamt of Katrina, picturing her milk chocolate colored breasts tipped with thick black nipples. In my dream, she teasingly offered them to me during our physics lab while everyone else worked on their projects, seemingly oblivious to her nakedness. I squeezed her large breasts and sucked on her erect nipples as she admonished me not to drool.