Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

“That’s what he said!” she responded. “And then he proceeded to show me what I had been missing… several times, just like you did. Don’t worry, you were better,” she said, stroking my ego along with my cock as she continued her story.

“Did I mention he was married and his wife was out of town?” she asked, sitting up and maneuvering herself over my rigid shaft.

“No, did you know that beforehand?” I asked as I watched her rub my cockhead against her slick pussy lips.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Yes,” she said, looking at me sheepishly. “I didn’t really care if he was married, just how he made me feel.” She was about to slide down onto my hard cock but I stopped her.

“What about the condom?” I asked.

“I’m on the pill, I haven’t been with anyone for almost a year and you don’t date, right?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. “We should be fine,” she said as she slowly sunk her velvety pussy down around my hard cock. Right! Who was I to argue with that logic or how this felt?

“Mmm,” she sighed as she settled onto my cock and sat up straight. “I like it better like this,” she said as she slowly undulated her hips, rocking my cock in and out of her hot, buttery cavern.

“Me too,” I agreed. “So, was it just that one time?”

“No, we spent the whole weekend together. We were naked almost the entire time. He took more pictures and kept eating my pussy like he couldn’t get enough.” I could understand that, too.

“I left for school about three weeks later but we still saw each other off and on for about six months,” she said, picking up her rhythm as I palmed her luscious tits. “Then he got the bright idea that he wanted to include his wife in our little tete-a-tete.”

“A threesome?” I asked, surprisingly pleased by the implication. Holy fuck! A vision of Katrina, Maryanne and I in bed together just flashed through my brain.

“Yeah,” she said, rocking faster as I pinched and teased her thick nipples.

“And… um… you were okay with that?” I asked anxiously but the conversation was stymied while she was slamming her hot pussy down on my overly aroused cock. Katrina just shrugged and rode me harder, both of us panting for breath as we neared the blissful summit we were chasing.

“Oh fuck! Oh yeah!” I cried, gripping Katrina’s hips and smashing her down on my pulsating cock. We both hit pay dirt at the same time. Her pussy contracted around my cock just as I shot off deep inside of her. Closing her eyes, she threw her head back as her whole body shuddered with pleasure.

“Oh, Ron!” she sighed, collapsing on my chest as her gushing pussy relaxed its grip on my spent cock. Our lips met in a long, passionate kiss with our tongues dancing around each other. I couldn’t get the idea of a threesome out of my mind. When we finally broke the kiss I had to ask.

“So what happened?” I asked, squeezing her ass cheeks while my cock was still buried in her soggy pussy.

“What do you think just happened?” she asked.

“No, I mean with the threesome?” I laughed.

“Oh, that,” she smiled. “Nothing. He completely misread his wife’s level of adventurousness. She totally freaked out, insisted he stop seeing me and that’s the end of the other white guy story.”

“How long ago was that?” I asked.

“About a year,” she said. “Yes, that was the last guy I was with. Now it’s your turn to tell me how you got so talented with your tongue.” Ahem, this better be good.

“I’m glad you liked it,” I said, kissing her forehead, “because I intend to do it a lot more.”

“Mmmm,” she cooed. “You’ll get no argument from me.”

“There was this woman who lived in our neighborhood,” I began my tale determined to include just enough truth to make sure I didn’t forget what I told her. “I used to do odd jobs for her around the house.”

“Like eating her pussy?” Katrina teased.

“Not at first,” I smiled as I slapped her bare ass cheek.

“Ouch!” she laughed. “Continue, please.”

“As you know, I’m a geek,” I explained. “I was working at her house one day while she was out running errands.”

“You must have known her pretty well for her to leave you alone in her house,” Katrina interrupted.

“Our families are very close,” I assured her. If she only knew how close. “Anyway, I like snooping in people’s computers. I’m good at guessing passwords and stuff like that.”

“Good to know,” she smiled as she squeezed her pussy muscles around my limp cock. Her body was warm and soft, and since it was stretched out on top of me, I found it hard to concentrate on my story.

“This one afternoon I was poking around in her computer, you know, seeing what websites she visited and stuff like that when I came across some nude pictures of her.”

“Seriously?” she asked, rhetorically. “Wow!”

“I had always thought she was attractive but when I saw those pictures I thought I had struck gold.” Katrina just laughed and kissed my chest. “Naturally, I assumed her husband had taken them and that he was the one who had stored them on the computer.”

“What did you do?”

“I guess what any red-blooded guy would do,” I answered cryptically, wondering if this whole story was a good idea.

“Right there in her house?” Katrina asked, obviously understanding my message.

“I thought she would be gone long enough and the pictures were so erotic,” I said defensively, recalling the day my sister caught me masturbating at her computer.

“She caught you?” she asked. This girl is always one step ahead of me.

“Yeah,” I answered. “Pants around my ankles, cum shooting out of my cock and a full screen shot of her nude body.” Katrina laughed so hard that my cock slipped out of her pussy and she rolled onto her side.

“Ohmygod! I can picture that!” she said, laughing so hard that tears were running down her cheeks. “Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” she said, waving her hands in front of her face before guffawing again in another fit of laughter.

“Sorry,” she said, finally controlling herself. “What happened? I can hardly wait to find out how this turned into her teaching you to eat her pussy.”

“She was shocked to say the least,” I continued, bemused by Katrina’s reaction. “I was scared to death she was going to tell my parents. That would have been unbearable.”

“I can imagine,” Katrina said, more seriously now. “But she obviously didn’t?”

“No, she asked me how I got into her computer and admonished me for violating her trust but I could sense underneath it all she was kind of flattered that I got off to a nude picture of her.”

“I get that,” Katrina said. “I sometimes think about Chris masturbating to the photos he’s taken of me and I find it oddly arousing.” Good to know.

“As we talked, I admitted to being a virgin and not being very good with girls.”

“And she offered to help you out?”

“Exactly, in fact, she was very excited about being my first and promised to teach me how to satisfy a woman.”