Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

“Mark would love that video, wouldn’t he?” Maryanne answered. “I’m just not sure we should be sharing our incestuous activities with anyone.” I agreed and we left it at that.

For the first time in a long time, Maryanne and I slept together without having sex. Of course, I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow and woke up with just enough time to shower before I had to pick up Katrina.

“I’m kind of feeling left out,” my sister pouted as I jumped out of bed. “Back to my dildos, I guess,” she said with an overly dramatic sigh.

“Tomorrow for sure, Sis,” I called over my shoulder as I headed for the bathroom. Not sure what to wear, I settled on a pair of khakis and a dress shirt. I skipped the tie but Maryanne insisted I wear one of Mark’s blazers.

Katrina was waiting outside her dorm, wearing a dress that was stylish enough for church yet hugged her shapely form in a way that left little to the imagination. I marveled at how it could be both erotic and classy at the same time. Tastefully short but not extravagantly so while displaying a fashionable amount of her enticing cleavage.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Hi,” she said, as she got in the car and leaned over for a kiss. “You look nice.”

“You look amazing!” I responded, my eyes on her shapely thighs as her dress rode up when she sat down.

“Thank you,” she said, smoothing her dress self-consciously.

It only took us about ten minutes to drive to the church. Katrina introduced me to a few people as we made our way into the sanctuary. I agreed when she suggested a pew towards the back where the fewest people were sitting. We stood when we were supposed to, sang along from the hymnals and when the preacher started his sermon, she reached over and took my hand.

At least I thought she was taking my hand. She slid her hand under mine in my lap and while it looked like we were just holding hands, her pinking and ring finger were lightly rubbing my cock through my pants.

“Do you know what I think about when he talks about sin and temptation?” she whispered in my ear as my cock responded to her feather-light strokes. Fuck! I couldn’t believe she was doing this in church. I looked around to see if anyone was noticing.

“You’re getting hard,” she whispered excitedly. Duh! Thankfully, everyone else appeared to be enthralled with the sermon. “Do you know the only reason my panties aren’t soaking wet?” she asked, her fingers moving more rapidly as my cock swelled inside the khaki material. I looked at her and shook my head.

“Because I’m not wearing any,” she smiled as she spread her legs to make her dress ride up higher on her thighs. Why the fuck were we in church if this is what she wanted to do? We could have been naked in her bed. I’m sure there was a way to get rid of her roommate for a while. Or we could have gone to my house. Maryanne would have given us some privacy.

My thoughts were interrupted when the sermon ended and everyone stood to sing the closing hymn. Katrina grabbed the hymnal and we stood with me hoping my hard-on wasn’t as noticeable as it felt.

Katrina thanked the preacher as we filed out. “I enjoyed your sermon, it really gave me something to think about,” she said. I almost laughed but covered it with a fake cough before shaking the minister’s hand and pulling Katrina to the car.

“Did you like the sermon,” she asked with practiced innocence as I started the car.

“I liked what you were doing during the sermon,” I answered. “But wasn’t that kind of sacrilegious?” I laughed.

“Why?” she asked, still playing innocent. “God wants us to love one another,” she said matter-of-factly.

“I think that’s an awesome sentiment, where shall we do it?” I asked expecting her to chose between her dorm and Maryanne’s house.

“Take the long way back to my dorm,” she said as she reached over and undid my pants.

“What are you doing?” I asked as she pulled my cock through the fly in my jockey shorts. Pulling out of the church, I turned right instead of left, figuring I would circle around the college and triple the length of our drive.

“I can’t have you showing this off to every girl in my dorm,” she said, getting up on her knees and bending her head towards my exposed cock. Fuck! I had heard about this but didn’t ever expect to be experiencing it. Her warm lips wrapped around my cockhead and I had trouble keeping the car on the road.

She was bobbing her head and I wanted to close my eyes but instead they were darting left and right to see if anyone could tell what was happening.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned as she slid her lips down the length of my shaft and the car slowed to about 15 miles an hour.

“I can’t do this and drive,” I panted.

“Pull over then,” Katrina said, raising her head up to see over the steering wheel. “There!” she pointed. “Stop on the shoulder under the overpass.”

As soon as I stopped the car, she reached over me and pulled the lever to recline my seat, giving her easier access to my throbbing cock. “Much better,” she smiled as she wrapped her hand around my rigid pole and fed it back into her talented mouth.

“God! I am so wet!” she cried, taking a breath from her enthusiastic blowjob. She had one hand under her dress and I watched as she brought it out and put her fingers to my lips. Her aroma hit me first and then the taste of her arousal. My cock ached to be back in her mouth.

I didn’t have to wait long; she attacked me with a renewed vigor that, coupled with the taste of her pussy on my lips, brought me off in less than a minute. “Oh fuuuuck!” I exclaimed as I arched my back and jerkily filled her mouth with my hot jism. Damn! I wonder why Maryanne never taught me this.

“Let’s go back to my dorm so you can reciprocate!” Katrina said, as I zipped up my pants and put my seat up.

“Fuck!” I said, as I caught movement in my review mirror. Blue lights were flashing and a police officer was approaching the car. I glanced at Katrina as I lowered my window.

“You folks have car trouble?” the officer asked.

“No sir,” I answered, searching my brain for a reasonable response and landing on one just in time. “I had a cramp in my leg and I figured I had better pull over and try to rub it out.”

“Good idea,” he smiled shrewdly. “Did you get it all rubbed out?” he asked, looking at Katrina’s exposed thighs and ample cleavage.

“Yes sir,” I said. “I think we can be on our way, now.” He didn’t appear to be listening to me. He was looking at Katrina as he swiped his fingers across his chin. When I turned towards her, she was looking at him blankly but I noticed she had a thin strand of cum trailing down from the corner of her mouth.

“We’ll be fine now,” I said, reaching over as casually as I could and wiping my thumb across her chin.