Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 02

... done," I said.

She sat up and blinked, her hair disheveled. Her glasses had been knocked from her face. She felt around with searching hands and squinted in my general direction.

"Devin? Do you see my glasses anywhere?"

"Alice, come on, man. You trying to get us caught?"

"Mm!" she pouted.

I reached down and picked up her glasses from where they sat on the carpet and handed them to her. She blew on them, wiped them, and put them back on her face.

"Jeez, Devin. Not a fan of that genre?"

"What the hell are you doing, Alice?"

She frowned defensively. "Studying your culture, you goosehead. I've never actually watched a pornographic simulation before. A quick Google search led me to some excellent examples."

The frown evaporated and a glint of mischief lit up her face. She hopped up onto the bed beside me and tickled at my armpits. I tickled her back and it turned into a wrestling match. Eventually, I pinned her to the mattress face down with her arms behind her back and sat on top of her. The sudden movement hiked up her skirt. I looked down and saw her plump, round ass cheeks sticking out at me from under a pair of white cotton panties.

"Not fair!" she squealed.

"We're entirely too old for this."

"Speak for yourself."

I let go of her and she sat up, brushing the hair out of her face. She had black stockings on under her skirt and the same old giant sweater she always wore to bed. She crossed her slender legs together and looked at me ...

... quizzically through her thick lenses.

"What was wrong with the video?" she asked. "Was it not good or something?"

"No--or, I don't know--doesn't matter! You can't be playing that stuff so loud with the door open, Alice."

"So many complicated rules."

"Right?"

She picked up her phone and flipped through a few different videos, reducing the volume to a more discreet level.

"This is all so interesting," she remarked. "There's such a wide variety of content here. Almost infinite genres. And it spans across cultures and languages pretty much everywhere you look."

She tapped on a thumbnail of a woman handcuffed to a bed getting rammed by an alleged "BIG COCK DADDY" from behind. The upstanding gentleman in question had his hands wrapped around her throat and pounded away as she squawked in mock pleasure.

"OH MY GOD, FUCK THIS PUSSY!" she requested.

"TAKE THAT COCK YOU FUCKING BITCH," he remarked.

"Fascinating," said Alice.

I put my hand over the phone and switched it off. "Never mind that stuff, Alice. You don't need to fill your head with all that nonsense."

She raised an eyebrow. "But I thought you liked porn?"

"Well, sure," I said, "but it's, you know, PORN. It's not real life. Not anything like it, in fact."

"How so?"

I collected my thoughts. It was too early in the morning for a dissertation on porn ethics. "Well, real sex is usually a lot less exaggerated and theatrical. It's a bit like the difference between a battle scene in a movie and ...