Sex or Suicide - Sex Stories

Sex or Suicide

... you didn't want your legs groped." "Fine by me, Nikki." Nicole stood abruptly from her seat and began unfastening her belt and her pants. It took me by surprise, but I watched in awe as she slid her ripped jeans down her pale legs and stepped out of them. I could instantly feel my dick throbbing hard in my pants. She stood before us wearing only her black bra and her bright pink thong panties. Her hips flared out wide and her slender legs were so smooth and creamy looking that they made my mouth water. Nicole examined herself, adjusting her pink thong where it concealed her most private area. This simple action made me ache inside with lust. I wanted her so badly. I wanted to feel her, to taste her, and be inside of her. She glanced up at me, and I could tell that she was pleased with herself. She knew she was torturing me slowly. She reached for the huge bottle on the table and brought it close to her lips. Her tongue slipped out from her mouth and licked at the tip of the glass seductively while her bright green eyes remained locked with mine. My fists clenched and I bit down on my lip hard. I could feel my lust for her throbbing through my veins, and filling my hard dick until I thought it would burst. Cory cleared his throat. "Nikki, you gonna drink or fuck the bottle?" She shot him a playfully mean look before she turned the bottle up and drank. I literally shuttered as I watched. Nicole took at least three or four deep gulps of the vile mixture before she stopped. She ...

... sputtered and and almost heaved on her last swallow, but regained control and fought the alcohol down. She snatched up her beer and drank deeply from the can until it was empty. Nicole's expression was one of pain and disgust. "Holy shit," I laughed. "That was like two or three shots." Nicole tried to breathe steady as she fought to keep the horrid mixture down, but eventually swept her pink hair from her eyes and smiled at Cory and I. "Let's see if you girls can match that," she winked. Cory shook his head and snatched the dice as Nicole took her seat. Everything started to happen so fast at that point. Before I knew what was happening, the dice were rolling and Cory had the giant bottle in his hand. His roll had told him to blow Nicole's breasts, and he had apparently opted out. The look on his face spoke clearly, though. He meant to match Nicole drink for drink. Cory had the bottle turned up to his lips and was swallowing as much as he could handle. Without coughing or choking, he chased the suicide down with his beer, crushed the can in his hand, and began removing his pants while Nicole laughed and cheered him on. I was utterly shocked, partially at how well Cory had handled the suicide, but mostly by the fact that he was wearing no underwear. He pulled his jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, his flaccid dick bouncing free between his legs. I could feel my face getting hot with embarrassment. Cory's entire crotch was shaven, including his cock and his balls. He ...