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Click here"Maybe I'll leave the light on," he said, and kissed her again.
Their mouths and bodies were plastered together. Max pulled her on top of him and felt her groin grind into his hardness, the pressure of her tits against his chest.
Carly broke the kiss and whispered, "Let's fuck."
Max took her hand and led her down the hallway. As they passed the master bedroom door they could hear the familiar lip-smacking and flesh-slapping and sighs of pleasure from Ella and Hannah. He opened the door to the guest bedroom and closed it behind them.
Max started to unbutton Carly's top, but she went straight for his jeans, clawing them open, ripping at the zipper. She pushed his pants and Jockeys down in one quick whoosh. His dick pointed like a cannon at the ceiling. They hastily undressed the rest of the way and fell into the bed.
Carly hadn't had a man in a while, but she was having this one, in as many ways as possible. She knew he'd been fucking two hot ladies already, but now that she going to be number three, she wanted to be the best fuck he'd ever had. This night hadn't ended like any of them would have guessed, but it would be one to remember. Another angle to the love rectangle; another discussion the four of them would be having in the morning. She squeezed his cock and fed it into her soaked, hungry snatch.
They never turned on the light. After their eyes adjusted to the light, they could see each other just fine.
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I thought this was a very well-written story. This is the first time I've heard of crockpot sex. To the best of my knowledge, it's also the first time anyone has sibilated on Literotica
Great story but like another commenter, I would have like more descriptive detail about the bodies of the characters. Although a long story, it did feel rushed.
that I wasn't expecting from what you usually write, and I have to comment given such a departure from other things I've enjoyed that you've written.
I only made it halfway through page 2, which says a lot. There's no description of Max and not much of one for Ella. This feels very rushed (the "I've got to get to Phoenix by sundown" kind), and even proposing that IOU for a BJ is such a hellacious turnoff. Add to that all the comparisons to engines and such...it seemed like you were trying to experiment with what you felt was compatible imagery, but it didn't come off like that: it was awkward and in some cases extremely clumsy.
This story does not reflect at all the usual quality of thought and detail you include in your stories, so much so that everything was to get to the sexual parts. Return to focusing on detailing descriptions, thoughts, and slow it down; those things are usually your strengths. Sadly, they are missing from this tale.