Erotic Stories

by Karolina Rich

  "You are so good at that," Janie kissed his cock, which was still hard in her grasp. "Give me a minute and as soon as I can move, I'm going to fuck your brains out."

  He gave her a smack on the backside. She let out a surprised yelp and laughed. "I guess that means you're tired of waiting for your turn!"

  "I'll wait forever for you," Jason nibbled along her labia.

  "Don't start that or I'll make you eat me again!"

  Janie drew her body up so she was on her knees, then scooted forward, so she could rub the head of Jason's cock against her sex.

  His hands immediately grasped her ass. It was firm from the regular sparring and working out. He caressed her gently, lingering on the birthmark on the right cheek.

  Both inhaled sharply as she sat down on the rigid cock in her hands.

  "You're so tight after you cum!" Jason breathed.

  Janie slowly slid down his length until he was all the way inside her.

  She reached back and spread her cheeks apart, showing Jason her pink little rosebud. Janie turned and smiled mischievously over her shoulder. "Are you sure you don't want to put it in my butt?"

  "You're an evil woman!"

  "I'm your evil woman," she returned. "You didn't answer my question. Do you want to put your cock up my butt?"

  Jason groaned and dug his fingers into Janie's backside. He didn't answer. Instead he started to push Janie's hips into a rocking motion.

  Back and forth.

  Her pussy slid up and down his cock.

  She leaned forward, supporting herself with one hand. Jason felt the other brush the underside of his cock as Janie began touching herself.

  His gaze settled on the hypnotic motion of Janie's perfect ass. With each stroke, he watched as his cock disappeared inside her, then came out on the return, slathered in her juices.

  Her hips moved faster, alternating between forward and back strokes with a circular motion here and there.

  "Oh, Jason," she whimpered, working herself over with her fingers, even as she held Jason's cock inside her.

  "Cum for me," he moaned. "Cum all over me!"

  He felt her pussy flood with warmth and Janie shuddered.

  "I'm cumming!" she sobbed.

  "Cum for me!"

  Janie fell forward, catching herself on her elbows. Jason thrust up into her as another orgasm coursed through her body.

  She convulsed a couple of times. Her fingers continued to stroke her clitoris, slowing as she brought herself down.

  The only sound in the room was Janie gasping for breath.

  Jason lifted her off of him, his cock sliding out of her easily. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

  Rolling her over on her back, Jason mounted her.

  "You are so good to me." Janie's eyes fluttered dreamily.

  He kissed her deeply and passionately. "I've been in love with you from the first time I saw you."

  "And now you have me."

  "I'm never letting you go."

  It took great effort, but Janie threw her arms around Jason's neck. Their foreheads touched. "Promise?"

  "I promise."

  Jason slowly began to move is cock in and out of her. Janie's nipples were rock hard.

  Janie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them, Jason lost himself in their depths. "I am yours forever."

  "Then marry me," Jason propped himself up on one elbow. He continued his gentle strokes. "When we get home . . . let's go to City Hall . . . us . . . the girls . . . your parents . . ."

  "No . . . not tomorrow . . . not this week," Janie caressed his cheek. "When we get married, it won't be us eloping or going to the Justice of the Peace. I don't want another big wedding or some gawd-awful production. But I want all of our friends and family to be there. I want them to share the day with us. I want everyone in the world to know how good you are for me. How wonderful you make me feel. How much I love you."

  Jason leaned in and they kissed tenderly. He brushed the tears out of her eye.

  "I love you," he whispered.

  "I love you, too," she returned. "But we need to talk about one more thing . . . Jason . . . I've already got two kids . . . and I don't know if you want to have children—"

  "Well, I hadn't really thought about it."

  "We've got a couple of years to decide," Janie smiled warmly. "But if you want kids, I'll have as many as we can love together."

  "Let's talk about that again in a couple of years," Jason gave her supple breast a playful squeeze. "But in the meantime, we can practice making them!"

  Janie's giggles were cut short as Jason pulled out of her. He flipped her over on her belly.

  Seeming to know what he wanted, Janie stuck her ass up in the air and settled on to her elbows.

  "Take me," she moaned as Jason filled her up in a single, hard stroke.

  "Do what?" he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled.

  "Fuck me!" Janie shouted as Jason bottomed out. "Fuck my pussy!"

  With her hair in one hand, and the other clutching her rear end, Jason picked up his pace, building a steady rhythm.

  Janie absorbed every blow. Cried out each time he pulled back and then thrust back in.

  "Don't stop!" she wailed.

  After Janie's succession of orgasms, Jason wasn't going to last very long.

  Her pussy was slick with her excitement. Jason released her hair, and grasped her shoulders.

  With each return stroke, he pulled her to him, impaling her on his cock.

  "I'm going to cum!" Jason pressed forwards, his weight bearing down on Janie's shoulders.

  Still, his cock pistoned in and out of Janie. Her pussy made a lewd squishing with every thrust. The slap of his hips against her ass echoed off the walls.

  "Cum all over me!" Janie pushed back against Jason's sex.

  Jason pushed forward one final time, and they fell on to the bed in a tangled heap.

  His cock pulsed over and over inside her.

  With no energy to move, the pair lay like that for a long time. Janie took his hands in hers and kissed the tips of his fingers.

  He fell asleep inside her.

  When he awoke, Janie had flipped out the lights and turned him around in the bed so they were on the pillows. Both were still naked and curled up under the soft down comforter, desperately holding on to one another.

  Her hair had fallen over her face. Jason brushed it away.

  Slivers of moonlight shone through from behind the drawn curtains.

  Janie smiled in her sleep.

  He kissed her on the forehead, then pulled her close to him.

  She snuggled up to him. The woman of his dreams. The singular object of his desires.

  Afraid that the last few months may have been a dream, Jason held on, vowing to never let her go before drifting off to sleep again.

  "Thank you, Janie."

  THE END

  * * *

  Lost Love

  * * *

  "Hi, honey," Terra bounced into the room, reading the scowl on her cousin's face. "What are you thinking?"

  "Oh, I don't know," Nichole sighed. "I'm just in a funk."

  "It's about him, isn't it," Terra said softly. "You can't stop thinking about him, can you?"

  "I try, but I don't think I'm ready to let go," Nichole said. She pointed towards the big bay window, its light streaming into the kitchen. "It's beautiful out and all I can do is be depressed."

  Terra put her arms around her cousin, her friend. "I miss him, too, but Michael died over a year ago. It's okay to move on."

  Tears formed in Nichole's eyes. "I know that. I really do. Everything but my heart says the same thing. Today would have been three years since the day."

  Nichole buried her face in her hands. Sobs wracked her body. Terra pulled Nichole close and held her for a long time.

  "I'm sorry," Nichole said after her tears subsided. She wiped her nose on her sleeve. "I didn't mean to ruin your day."

  "Oh, it's
not ruined," Terra replied tenderly. "No day with you is ruined."

  "Thanks," her cousin managed a smile.

  Terra absently ran her fingers through Nichole's hair. The two sat in silence for a while longer. Finally, Nichole sat up and brushed the last of her tears away. "I think I'd rather be alone today."

  "Are you sure?" Terra looked worried.

  "Yes, I'm sure."

  Terra paused for a moment, not sure if she should leave her cousin alone when she was so distraught, so vulnerable. "Okay, but you call me if you need anything."

  "I will."

  Nichole walked her cousin to the apartment door. Terra began to chatter incoherently. "–going to the movies later with Gabe and maybe Laurie. We might go out for sushi later. I've got my cell, so call if you feel like going out."

  "I will." Nichole wasn't really listening.

  Terra stopped just over the threshold and looked deep into her cousin's eyes. "You know Michael would have hated you being like this over him."

  "I know. But I can't help it."

  "Okay. Call me. Love you."

  "Love you, too." Nichole closed the door and heard Terra get in the elevator.

  She walked back through her apartment, their apartment, the home she and Michael were making for themselves before fate intervened. She poured herself a glass of wine and settled back into the couch. The afternoon sun warmed her, just as it had on their first "date".

  * * *

  Michael and Nichole grew up together. Their fathers were partners in a local shipping company that supplied fresh produce and groceries to local markets and restaurants throughout Manhattan. They were three years apart in age, but no one could tell by looking at them which one was older. Michael was the first child of three, Nichole was smack-dab in the middle of five.

  They all grew up in the same neighbourhood on the lower west side. Their families did business together, they played together, they stuck through hard times together, and they prospered together. For all intents and purposes, the eight kids were brothers and sisters. So having grown up so close none of them ever hooked up; it just seemed incestuous. Which is why everyone was surprised at the company picnic three years ago.

  Michael had moved into their parents's shoes. The old men wanted to retire while they were still young enough to enjoy life, and they saw to it that their children were ready to take over the family business, surrounded by faithful subordinates and smart advisors. Michael was not the oldest of the eight, but he had the most business sense. All of the kids worked in either the company offices or the company warehouses when they weren't in school and six of them spent their entire lives employed in the family company, but none of them devoted more time and energy to learning the business like Michael.

  Nichole's two older siblings, a brother and a sister, were either too dumb or too smart to take over the company. Nathan was the oldest, and while his heart was as big as some of the skyscrapers in New York, he didn't have the chops for running a company, but he also was humble enough to know where he excelled, which was driving trucks. Emily was a month older than Michael, but instead turned her attention to mechanical engineering and the Air Force; she was literally the family rocket scientist. The other kids fell in after them, and all four held some position within the company, from distribution managers to HR to marketing to IT staff.

  That left Michael who, after graduating first from Columbia and then getting his MBA from NYU, was 25 going on 40, poised and groomed to take over the day-to-day operations of the company. Growing up, Michael was a stick in the mud. He preferred the company of adults, didn't have any hobbies, nor any vices. Michael also never noticed girls. He just didn't have the time.

  The entire company was closed for only four days every year: Easter, Christmas, Thanksgiving and the last Saturday in April for the company picnic. Nichole's father Ernie liked to throw big parties, and that year was no exception. In addition to their families, every retiree and employee of the company and their families were invited. After almost 40 years in business, that added up to a lot of people.

  Some beancounters say that company picnics are bad for business. They cost money and for a seven-day a week business, cost productivity. Ernie had other ideas. He believed that anything that brought family together was worthwhile. They had the best insurance a small business could afford. They had more family sick time than any other shipping company in New York. He personally sent birthday cards to all of his employee's spouses and children. As a result, company absenteeism was near zero and each of the employees would have taken a bullet for their boss.

  Each year, the picnic got bigger and bigger. That year the picnic took over a huge chunk of Central Park's Sheep Meadow. There was the finest food, a band and fun and games for everyone. Ernie had only one rule at the company picnic, which stood for 40 years, and still stands today: no talking about business. He and Michael's father John wanted the picnic to be about family and fun, not about money or shop talk.

  So everyone had fun except Michael, who was bored out of his skull. That is, until Nichole showed up. They hadn't seen each other for two years. While Michael had been studying economics, Nichole was busy working and going to school herself, only instead of concentrating just on business, she dual-majored in business and Chinese. She did her senior year at Wellesley from China, teaching English part time and helping local missionaries build churches and schools.

  She was tanned from working outside and her face radiated warmth and friendliness. Everyone liked her. Nichole had always been tomboyish; she played nearly every sport imaginable in high school and her mission work in China kept her fit. She was also a late-bloomer, which was the first thing Michael noticed when she arrived that the picnic; the small bumps on her chest had become larger bumps, and her muscular soccer legs had become long, slim and shapely.

  Michael couldn't take his eyes off her. Maybe it was because she had been gone for two years. Maybe it was because she had become a woman without him even noticing. Maybe it was because on the one day a year he couldn't talk or think about the company, she walked back into his life.

  "Hi, stranger," she said, giving him a big hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. He put his arms around her and found that he didn't want to let go.

  "Hi, yourself," Michael replied. "What have you been up to?"

  "I just got back—," she started and the two picked up right where they left off, as old friends.

  For her part, Nichole noticed Michael immediately. He had always been tall, but lanky. Aging had filled him out nicely, and despite the long hours he put in at work, he still managed to find the time to work out and stay in shape. The two really were like brother and sister, but now that they were all grown up, their touches lasted a little longer and were a little more intimate than they had been the last time they met.

  Of course, neither Nichole nor Michael noticed how close they were, but everyone else did.

  The two unconsciously spent almost all of the afternoon together. It was a warm April day in New York. Between the softball game and the food and the other company contests, there was a lot to do, but Michael and Nichole spent most of their time talking and catching up. Their brothers and sisters watched in mute disbelief. No one said a word to either and left them in their oblivious world of bliss.

  By late afternoon, the picnic was winding down. Most folks had left and the clean up crew was taking care of the last little messes. The family patriarchs, John and Ernie sat together with their wives and some of the stragglers. They watched as Nichole and Michael left arm in arm.

  "How long?" Ernie asked aloud.

  "How long what?" his wife asked.

  "Eh? Eight months," John said.

  His partner snorted softly. "Six."

  " 'Til they're married or engaged?" John's wife asked.

  "Married," the two men said simultaneously.

  "Loser pays for the reception," Ernie extended his hand.

  "Deal."

  Not quite six months later, on a cool
Autumn day in October, John wrote the check, and the company closed down for five days that year.

  * * *

  Nichole basked in the memories of that afternoon.

  The sun was up and her apartment looked out over Central Park West. Her windows were open and a cool city breeze swept through the halls. She picked herself up off the couch and walked to the kitchen and poured herself another glass of wine. There was a picture next to the fridge, taken the night of the picnic. Nichole smiled wistfully and fell back into her reverie.

  * * *

  After leaving the picnic, Nichole and Michael took a long stroll through the Park, a quiet haven among the bustle that was New York. They came out near the Guggenheim. Michael hailed a cab.

  "Let's get something to eat."

  "That would be great." Nichole got in as Michael held the door.

  "Where would you like to go?"

  "Surprise me."

  They went to Umberto's, a well-known Italian restaurant in Little Italy. It could have been Fazoli's and it would not have made a difference to these two. They just wanted to share each other's company. They continued to talk and laugh and reminisce. Then, sometime between the biscotti and the salad, or maybe it wasn't until the veal arrived, Michael and Nichole fell in love.

  At the end of the meal, the owner of Umberto's, a long-time customer and family friend took their picture, had it framed and sent it to them later. They were sitting in a corner booth, shoulder-to-shoulder. Michael had a big, goofy grin. Nichole was smiling nervously. They were holding hands.

  After dinner they walked around some more, which usually isn't a bright idea in New York at night, but they didn't care. Neither wanted the night to end.

  A little after midnight, their feet tired from walking, Michael and Nichole stood in Times Square, which bustled even in the middle of the night. Illuminated by the neon lights and surrounded by the sounds of their hometown, the two stood silently as the world passed around them. Michael had his arm around her; Nichole rested her head on his shoulder.

  "I guess we need to get you home." Michael said finally.