Hot Box Chapter 3, The Lost City - Sex Stories

Hot Box Chapter 3, The Lost City

Hot Box Chapter 3, The Lost City Fiction, Romance, Adventure, Male/Female One of the nice things about have a rather “liberal” girlfriend is all of the nice little perks that come along with them. For example, it was still our sophomore year at college and Mandy and I had just finished one of our marathon sex sessions. It really was cool being able to spend so much time inside her. And I know that I will never ever forget what she feels like. The only complaint that I might have had is that it left me so drained of energy. After cumming in her 5 or 6 times in one evening over a 4 hour stretch of some really vigorous intercourse, it becomes a necessity to eat a lot of food and get some sleep; usually in that order. As we lay there in the bed with our legs intertwined and just enjoying the afterglow Mandy suddenly propped herself up on one elbow and looked me in the face. “You do know that you can fuck me whenever you want,” she said as she swirled her finger around in the hair on my chest. “I know,” I said as I brought my right hand up and patted her on the back of her head. “Why? Do you want some more?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “Maybe…after I go and drain,” she said with a smile. “But that’s not what I mean. I mean that if you wake up in the middle of the night and have a stiffy, by all means help yourself. I won’t mind at all.” Then she playfully plucked one of the hairs out of my chest. “You read me?!” she reiterated as she grasped a large pinch full of the hairs ...

... over my left nipple and gave a gentle tug. “So I have free, unrestricted access to your hoochie coo,” I said as I reached between her legs to find her box overflowing with cum. “Is that right?” “If it feels good to you or makes you feel good doing it,” she said with that wicked little grin on her face, “then I am game for anything.” That’s the kind of things I grew accustomed to with Mandy. And I never had the slightest question in my mind that she was 100% exclusive with me. In short, I was the only one tapping her well. And I was completely happy with who I was with as well, so I saw no foreseeable change in the venue anytime soon. One evening I came back to her apartment a little late after a lengthy team meeting. (I guess I should just call it our apartment plus Cameron because I hadn’t been back to my place in weeks and most of my clothes were already there) Cameron was sound asleep in the living room with some chick flick still playing quietly on the big TV and her hands stuffed down her panties. Sometimes I wondered just who was the hornier of the two, her or Mandy, because they both seemed to be insatiable. At the entrance to Mandy’s bedroom I was greeted with an all too familiar sight. Mandy was on her back with the blankets in total disarray. She was only partially covered from her waist to her shoulder with her left breast shining bright in the dim light and her spread legs aimed in my direction. TOING!! Instant boner. Now I was going to take Mandy up on her offer of ...