All Chapters of Crazy Adventures: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I thought Kate was out of surprises. Then she grabbed my face. Pressed my lips to hers. The perfect blowjob mouth is pretty perfect for kissing, too. Our tongues rolled over each other, matching the sloppy passion of our privates.I thrust hard into her, ripping her mouth from mine"Oh FUCK. So big!"Another thrust."Oh FUCK. So thick!"Another thrust."OH FUCK! So deep!" Kate screamed.The head of my cock kept bumping up against her back wall. My dick was a marauderÑtrying to break into Kate's sacred cervix. I tried to hold back a little. To stop bruising her fertile belly. Kate just pulled me down harder.I stopped caring. I stopped thinking. I just kept driving and driving and driving her down. Her breasts shook and wobbled and almost spun with every jackhammer thrust.Kate took one of her hands off my ass. Slid it between our bouncing bodies. Took hold of her little clitty and rubbed. The tips of her fingers tickled my rootHer body bucked. Kate moaned and shook."Just... just a l

Just a couple of years ago, while still an undergrad student at USC, I was dating a guy named Lance. He was 23 and I don't know what it was, but he felt that he was just a little too good for me. Maybe it was the fact he was a couple years older or maybe it was because he was on the football team or maybe it was because he was built like a tank. He had a sweet side to him but would change his mood in a few seconds and become easily enraged only later apologizing with a promise to never do it again. We had only dated for a couple of months but I had already decided that his next blow up would be his last with me.There was a large house party one Saturday evening and we showed up together. Lance was wearing his tight collared shirt with a pair of holey jeans while I wore a flimsy black mini skirt, a red top, with knee high leather boots. People were partying out on the lawn and inside while the music shook the house. Lance and I were talking to a few people when he spotted a guy named

It seemed like a good idea at the time... which is what I told my fiancé four hours later.The wedding was in two weeks, on December 30th (a strange date I agree, but with lots of family coming from great distances, it was the best choice...plus leaving all the snow behind for Hawaii was a great honeymoon choice).I had no doubt become bridezilla with all the problems and complications thrown at me the past month. I won't get into the details, but that old Murphy adage 'anything that can go wrong, will' had been proving itself nonstop right before my eyes. To make things worse (now I see in retrospect), I had decided our wedding night would be lots hotter if we both gave up sex after fucking each other's brains out on November 30, and not having any at all during December until we'd tied the knot. By this time our abstinence was really getting on my nerves, but I had been reluctant to back down since I'd made such a big deal about it when I had imposed it on my fiancé Dwayne.My bitch

Suddenly my phone buzzed in the kitchen.Dwayne said, "That's weird, that's Clarissa's phone.""Shit, she isn't here, is she?" my dad gasped.A moment later Dwayne reported, "Her purse is here.""Shit," my dad repeated, clearly frantic.Dwayne's tone suddenly shifted and he said, "Guys, it's time to leave! That was a text and my fiancée is on her way home.""Shit, shit, shit," my father cursed."Guys, head for home, and do it NOW!" Dwayne ordered, even as I was curious what my text said. It was likely from Amy."What about the whore?" someone asked."I'll deal with her," Dwayne said."You sure?" Mike asked."Yes, now go before Clarissa gets here!" Dwayne ordered.The men began to leave even as a couple paused to give me last-minute breast squeezes or fingerings.Joey asked, his tone curious, "You sure you don't want help with the box?""No," Dwayne replied. "I think the text appearing when it did was a sign not to unwrap it. Once you're all gone, I'll unwrap the box just a bit and let

I am not a violent man and I don't actually remember hitting him, but I watched as Andrews flew backward knocking over several chairs before bouncing off of John Gordon and sliding to the floor. Blood was flowing out of his nose leaving a large red stain on Gordon's shoes. Mr. Gordon was a corporate vice president and head of the Chicago office. It was rumored that he was first in line to become the next CEO. When Andrews tried to get up from the floor I kicked him in the ribs three times as hard as possible. After the third time he remained on the floor curled up into a ball. I spun around and walked past the other people in the room that were cowering wide-eyed in the corner and left.Outside I walked away from the building. My hand was really starting to hurt so I stopped at a deli and bought a large cup of ice to stick it into. I kept walking until I came to a bench that overlooked Lake Michigan and just sat, staring out at nothing. In the space of three days my life had turned to