Truth is Better than Fiction- Part III - Sex Stories

Truth is Better than Fiction- Part III

... fuck me, oh fuck me! Maddie banged her fisted hands on the bed as I thrust my cock deep inside of her. The blood rushed from her face, and then as she climaxed, she turned a pale bluish colored. A few seconds later, as her entire body stiffened and shook, the blood flowed back to her face and she became a dark red color, then a purplish color. I couldn’t hold back and shot stream after stream of cum deep inside of her. What had been a tight fit, suddenly became looser with the extra lubrication. Maddie extolled, “Oh… my… fucking… gawd!” taking breaths in and letting them out with each uttered word. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. I parted her legs and pushed my body forward. I pressed my lips against hers. Our tongues met in a fiery burst of unbridled and uncontrolled passion. Maddie locked her arms around me and dug her fingernails into my back, as she trembled and shook. Her legs were locked around me as well. “Oh... my... FUCKING... GAWD!” Maddy repeated, as tremor after tremor rocked her body. I slipped out of her and on to my back. Maddie lie beside me, her hands still balled into fists. “Oh my Gawd.... that was ...

... awesone!” Maddie remarked. I rolled off the bed and stumbled into my bathroom. I returned with a towel, which Maddie dutifully placed between her legs. We lie naked in bed for the longest time. After a few minutes, Maddie looked over at me and smiled. “You owe me three joints,” she remarked. “I guess I do,” I replied. “Maybe your supplier needs to come see me.” Maddie smiled. “Maybe you just need to come see her. She works at the same place I do,” Maddy remarked. “I can hook you two up.” My mind was racing... I always had a thing for Latinas. I closed my eyes. Maddie tossed her leg over mine and snuggled up close to me. “You are awesome,” Maddie remarked. “You’re not bad yourself,” I replied. Maddie’s phone buzzed. I dug it from the back pocket of her shorts. She looked at the caller ID. “You may not have to go to the club,” Maddie remarked. . . “Rosie is in the partying mood...” I looked at Maddie. “Think you can handle it?” I inquired. Maddie smiled. “The question is not whether I can handle it,” Maddie responded, “The question is whether or not YOU can handle it.” I looked at Maddie and smiled. “Bring it on...” I replied, “Bring ‘er on!”