Drone
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Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - A couple of college aged guys deploy a drone to spy on local college girls, hoping to see some nude sunbathing, showering, and more sexual activity. When they accidentally recording video of a rapist and his victim, they have a moral dilemma: report what happened and face charges themselves for "peeping" or forget what they saw. More attacks take place, reluctantly forcing them into action.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual NonConsensual Rape BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Violence
“Jason, you need to try to get back with her. Look at that body.”
“Trust me, I am.”
“If you can hook up with her, invite her and her sister to the apartment some night. We could have one hell of a party.”
“You wish, Matt. Hey, look. There’s that girl Ali you had the hots for last year.”
“Her tits are real firm, dude, and her pussy is like a wet velvet glove. She was shaved bare then. The landing strip is new.”
“What happened between you and her? You never said.”
“I only got to fuck the bitch once. Then she did the friend zone routine with me and started datin’ that wrestler.”
“Big surprise there, Matt. Wow. Is that Mayuko near the top of the frame?”
He continued the video. “I sort of panned from side to side and bottom to top to make sure I got ‘em all. You’ll see in a minute. Look, there’s the Harley Quinn wannabe. No panties this time. Clean shaven, nice fat pussy, and a hood piercing. Shit, I’d bang her in a heartbeat. She rolls on her belly soon. There! Damn, that’s a sexy ass! What’s the tat say?” He paused the video. “Holy shit. It’s like a tribal tat with a rose and the words, ‘Semper Fidelis’. Maybe she’s an ex-marine? Or she’s fuckin’ a marine? She’s kind of a big girl.”
“Like you said, Matt, built like a brick shithouse.”
“I know, dude. She’s not fat, but she has big tits, a big booty, and meaty thighs. Can you imagine her oil wrestlin’ with some of those other girls? Shit! Her body’s built for sex. I bet she can fuck your brains out.”
I studied her for a moment. “Marine, huh? I could see myself yanking her fatigues down and bending her over the nearest Humvee.”
He chuckled. “I like that fantasy, but maybe puttin’ her on all fours would be better. Then we could share her. Remember that girl we picked up at that party freshman year? She was into gettin’ spit-roasted. We could do the same thing with this Harley Quinn wannabe. I could grab some pink and blue hair and fuck her throat.”
“With all those girls on that roof we wouldn’t have to share.”
“True,” he replied. He started the recording again. “There she is – Miss Fourth Floor. Look at her! Tell me you don’t want to take the place of that toy.”
I nodded. “I spent some quality time last night thinking about doing exactly that. She’s got a damn fine body.”
“Fuckin’ right she does. Damn! There’s that brunette with the big tits who was dating Joel last year, Wendy or something like that. Dude, those hooters are huge! What would you say? Double E cup?”
“Hell if I know. Big enough to have some great fun with for sure. I love tits, but I never dated a girl with boobs that big.”