Fun Times: Prologue, Part 3 - Sex Stories

Fun Times: Prologue, Part 3

... over to George and dropped gracefully to her knees in front of him, Carrie felt Tommy’s strong hand on the small of her back, turning her towards the now open door to the other room. As the quickly disrobing males gathered the last Carrie saw of her slim and elegant friend, still perfectly coifed and still in her sexy little black dress, she was on her knees, surrounded by nude or quickly disrobing eager male bodies, and George had a hand tangled in her hair as he fed his hard cock into her mouth. Tommy closed the door with a sharp click and Carrie could not see Kim or her lovers anymore. She and Tommy stood silently together in the room for a moment until a male groan of pleasure bled through the thin interior wall of the building. Tommy gave her a grin. “Every time we get together, George tries to match wits with Kim. It never works, because Kim is wicked smart and George is as dumb as a box of rocks,” he chuckled. “But since every time we get together Kim has to suck his cock and spread her legs for him, I don’t think he really much cares about her smart mouth.” Carrie gave a nervous little laugh at that and took the moment to look around the room. The room was small, but large enough to hold a full-sized old but comfortable-looking couch and a table in the corner of the room. There was no light in the ceiling, but there were two stand lamps in opposite corners of the room which threw off pleasingly soft lighting and created interesting shadows across the room. It was ...

... cooler in here than in the room with the wood burning stove, but it was still comfortable. Tommy gazed at Carrie and she looked back at him, meeting his eyes for the first time. He held his hands out to her and after a moment she stepped towards him to take his larger hands in hers. “Let me take a look at you,” he said, lifting her arms. Carrie blushed, but allowed him to raise her arms up and to the sides. She drank in the sight of him as he gazed at her face, and travelled slowly down her body, stopping at her breasts and again at her hips and thighs. The interior walls in the building were uninsulated and thin, and as Tommy held Carrie out at arm’s length and gazed at her body, they could both hear the sounds of the sex play in the other room. “Oh my God I LOVE WINNING!!!” George exulted, as Kim presumably continued to fellate him. “Oh that’s right, get up on the couch, Kim,” Carrie could hear one of the guys talking. “OK,” Kim answered, after a brief pause. “Hey!” George complained, “I didn’t tell you to stop sucking my dick.” Carrie gave a gasp and her eyes went wide. Tommy smiled at her. “Dude,” Billy said, “How the fuck do we get this dress off her while she’s giving you head? And second, just chill out. We’ve got all evening to play with her.” “What I want,” George complained, “is my dick in her mouth again. Kim, you give the greatest head.” “Shut up, George,” Billy agreed. “Kim, we appreciate you dressing up and all, we really do, but let’s get you out of that dress.” ...