Fun Times: Prologue, Part 3 - Sex Stories

Fun Times: Prologue, Part 3

... responded, her entire body buzzing with excitement. Tommy’s kisses were so different than Kim’s, and even more exciting. Carrie felt wanted, and sooo slutty, standing here topless in only her heels, thigh highs and panties, eagerly accepting Tommy’s tongue in her mouth as his free hand continued to explore her body. She did not know what was going to happen next, but whatever it was she wanted it to happen now . Carrie broke the kiss and settled back on her heels. She looked up into Tommy’s handsome face as she moved her hands from around his neck to the hem of his shirt. With a tug that caused her breasts to wobble delightfully, Carrie managed to pull Tommy’s shirt from the waistband of his jeans. Feeling deliciously naughty, Carrie smiled up at Tommy as she lifted his shirt up to the top of his chest. Standing on tiptoes, and pulling his shirt up from the back, she could feel her breasts squashing pleasingly against his deliciously smooth and hard abdominal muscles. Tommy was too tall for her to be able to get the shirt over his head and Tommy had to help her. He pulled his shirt off and threw it carelessly behind him. Carrie couldn’t help but touch the smooth hard muscles of his chest and arms and back. He felt just so … massive compared herself. She raised herself up again, looking for the kiss, and Tommy obliged. As they kissed, Carrie could hear the action in the other room heating up again. The noises in the other room were again steady sounds of vigorous sexual ...

... activity, punctuated occasionally by a wail of pleasure from Kim or the unmistakable sounds of a male achieving a much-delayed orgasm. Carrie’s panties moistened even more as she tried to imagine the male bodies, with their strong hands and heavy limbs, as they surrounded Kim and plundered her body for their mutual pleasure And then Tommy's energy ... changed. Carrie felt herself spun around and Tommy wrapped her in his strong arms for a moment, one hand crossing her chest and fondling her breasts again, and the other across her firm tummy. "You're ready," Tommy's voice was hoarse in her ear, his strong arms around her, trapping her body to his. "Y —" Carrie started to answer, but it wasn’t a question. She gave a feminine but undignified squawk of surprise as he bustled her over to the couch, half-carrying her in his arms. Before Carrie realized what was happening she was on the couch on her hands and knees, and Tommy's heavy body was behind her and on top of her. The muscles in his arms corded as he lifted her easily and positioned her as he wanted beneath his weight. His strong body was behind her still, but now he had one jean clad knee between her knees keeping her legs parted. She yelped an objection and tried to wriggle away as he reached beneath her body and slipped his hand under the waistband of her thong panties. "None of that now," he growled as he circled her waist with his free arm and pulled her back so that she was spooned beneath him. In her surprise, she struggled ...