101 EROTICA STORIES

by Green, Vallen

  Mr. Carter leaned down and sucked on Emma’s chin. She was floored by the sudden surge of electricity that shot out from seemingly nowhere. She was moaning endlessly now. His tongue licked at her chin, and she shuddered. She didn’t know she could be aroused by that. She was so absorbed by the maddening sensation on her chin that it took a few seconds before she realized he was now pounding into her.

  Because she was so wet, she didn’t feel an inch of discomfort. Oh, he was so enormous, but he fit inside her like a glove. She felt fine. She felt sexy. She felt she could fuck him all day long as his hard flesh thrust in and out of her cunt. It was like her pussy was made for his rod. They fit each other perfectly, and their movements were as smooth as silk. His tongue was now on her breasts, circling and tasting her flesh. Her nipples, which had been begging to be touched ever since the action took place, were now the sole focus of his expert tongue. Emma didn’t know what to do with the two incredible sensations from her tits and between her thighs that were coursing through her every fiber. She grabbed his buttocks with both hands and felt pleasure at the firm ass meat that met her palms. Every inch of Mr. Carter was just worth fucking over. She was glad she had given in.

  Emma was now soaking wet. Her pussy seemed to do nothing but give off exotic bodily fluids. Their flat bellies made smacking sounds as they came together with every pound and thrust. Other than their cries of erotic pleasure, squelching sounds filled the bedroom and wrapped around them like a shroud. She felt him pound deeper and deeper into her, as if wanting to rip her very existence apart. She brought her knees to her chest, giving him more access and making her feel as if he was even tighter and fuller inside her.

  Emma felt she could go on and on all day, all night.

  Mr. Carter’s fingers wound around her hair and tugged lightly. There was pain, but there was also pleasure. Emma nodded, and he pulled again. She moaned out loud. He plunged inside her and pulled at the same time. Thrust, pull, thrust, pull. She gasped. Now it was her turn to come. She caught his clear eyes and nodded. His thrusts gained speed. He was really giving it to her now, pounding up and down and over her. She raised her hips, meeting his every push and pull. Sweet delicious sensations flew all over her body. The moment had arrived. She shut her eyes, cried out his name, and came.

  Emma found her orgasm incredible. Hot thick fluid gushed from her pussy, slathering Mr. Carter’s enormous organ with their sticky viscosity. She cried out as another orgasm tore through her again. It seemed like she would never stop, like her body would never stop reacting from the sensory overload it was given by Mr. Carter’s touches and thrusts. He went on pounding into her even as she came. By then she was too weak to protest. Not that she wanted him to stop what he was doing. But he had to. She was starting to become sore, and when she came one last time, she screamed out loud, grabbed him by the shoulders, and pulled him close to her, locking him in a strong embrace.

  He stopped pounding and simply lay on top of her, smoothing her matted hair from her sweaty forehead and murmuring things into her ear. She still didn’t feel like herself. She was spent, of that she was much certain, but she felt she could take another go if they decide to do so. Her eyes were shut as she tried to steady her furiously beating heart. When she opened her eyes, he was looking at her closely.

  The reality of what had happened crashed into Emma. Her eyes widened in horror, but she didn’t loosen her grip on Mr. Carter’s body.

  He must’ve seen something in her eyes, because he smiled and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Emma, Emma.” He chuckled. “What’s the matter?”

  “Do you really need to ask me that?” she answered weakly.

  He shook his head. “I’ve wanted to do that with you for the longest time,” he said quietly. “You’re so lovely, Emma. I knew I just had to have you.” He kissed her again, on the lips this time. “Don’t lie. I know you’ve had the hots for me too.” He shrugged. “I’ve seen it in your eyes, Emma. You are so obvious, you know that?”

  Emma had to smile. She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation with Mr. Carter. Heck, she couldn’t believe she had fucked Mr. Carter, and in the bedroom he shared with Mrs. Carter at that! She knew she no longer need to worry about her babysitting job with the family. She was sold, and they were sold on her as well. Nothing’s going to change, of course, save for the fact that she and Mr. Carter would most likely be busy with, well, getting to know each other a little bit more.

  She kissed the growing stubble on Mr. Carter’s chin. “Let’s just say I’m glad I slipped after all, Mr. Carter,” she said, giggling.

  Mr. Carter laughed and tackled his babysitter again.

  Emma was more than ready this time.

  Comfort Food

  Mark and I have been best buds for ages. I am friends with her sister Angela, and we used to be neighbours. It was one of those depressing evenings for a female, when the damnable guy you are dating happened to find someone else who tickled his fancy. I lay on the couch, with a tub of ice cream on one hand and bags of chips and candies all around me. Yeah, you caught me. I am an emotional eater. When things go bad, I find great relief in being surrounded with food. This time, it’s not working.

  My phone rang and I just looked at it, thoughts of Sean and that red dressed girl still vivid in my mind. I took a deep breath and munch on my chips. At least these chips are ever faithful and loyal. Damn all guys. I spooned some of the chocolate ice cream and licked at the spoon. I won’t let this thing happen to me again----ever. The phone rang and rang. I took it, determined to throw it away when I saw Mark’s photo blinking over and over. “Yes? I told you--- am not in the mood.”

  “Trish, stop sulking there. It’s time to find go out. Come on, I’m starving.”

  “I don’t want to go out. I have no energy to play all dressed up and put on my make up. I just want to be left alone.”

  “Look, this isn’t like you. It’s not like you at all. I say I’d come over. I’ll cook or maybe we can get some pizza. Please?” His voice was irritating.

  “No you won’t. You just want to see me to gloat and add more insult to injury. Look, I know I’ve been pretty mean all those times you had a bad time with the ladies. But please, I can’t bear being dragged down the gutter right now. I am so upset.”

  “Please? I promise I won’t say a thing or two about that dickhead Mark. I really just want some company while I have dinner. You know how I hate having to eat all by myself.” He pressed.

  I took at deep breath, knowing that there’s nothing that will faze him. “Fine. Will you bring me more Butterfingers?”

  He chuckled. “Sure. I’d be there in ten minutes. Is your bulldog there?”

  “Damn you. I said you can come over. Who gave you the license to malign my pooch? He’s a pug-----a pug!!!!”

  “Okay. Just keep him out of sight while I’m there.”

  I tossed the phone and lay back on the couch. I wanted to change clothes but I just feel too tired. Besides, Mark does not care even if he sees me in my Hello Kitty PJ’s. I hid my bunny slippers under the table. The moron will speak to anyone who’d care to listen about the pink “girly” things if he saw them.

  Mark arrived a few minutes later bringing some hot Chinese take out. “What’s that?”

  “Your favourites.”

  “I thought you said pizza?” I asked, already craving for my pepperoni and cheese.

  “And pizza. Hand me the phone.”

  Dinner went well and surprisingly, he didn’t tease me. He was in fact solicitous and very attentive. Not once did he mention my jammies or the fact that my face is bare and all my freckles are exposed.

  “So how have you been?” He asked.

  “I dunno. I just don’t want to talk about it right now.”

  “Right. There are a million guys out there, Trish. Believe me.”

  It was then that something weird came inside my head. “Mark, look at me. Am I unattractive? Why do I always end up with all those jerks? Is something wron
g with me?”

  Like we always do when one of us is stressed out, I ended up in his arms. “Hush.” He soothed my back and rubbed my hair. For the first time in two days, I actually felt a lot better. I pulled out of his embrace and looked at him, only too grateful for this man in front of me-----the only constant man in my life, second only to my father. I remember all those times he’d been there for me and all at once I was possessed with a deep need to touch him. He’s a reminder that no matter how unlucky I am in love, I am still lucky that I have him.

  My arms went behind his neck and I stared at him. The familiar face I’ve known for so long suddenly pulled me towards it. I locked my lips with his and it was the most natural thing in the world for me. I closed my eyes and gave in as Mark took over the kiss. He held my waist and ran his tongue inside my mouth. He is intoxicating and tasted delectable----like sinful cherry wine.

  His hands were gentle and found the buttons of my top. I sighed as he kissed my neck and rubbed my silk pyjama top against my nipples. He undid my buttons completely and opened my top, revealing my breasts. It was the first time I stood almost naked in front of him and as I realized that, I covered my tits with my arms. “Trish, please don’t do that. Let me see how beautiful you are.” He cupped my face and kissed my cheeks, my nose, and my lips, all the way down to my neck. His hand went on my waist, moving upwards to tentatively touch my breast. I closed my eyes and let him do what he wants. I felt his hand on my belly, his other hand on my butt. He carried me all the way to the nearby couch and sat me on his lap, so that we were face to face. He bent down and licked my breasts, loving the way his tongue flicked on my nipples. “Oh, Mark...Please.” He sucked one nipple, while his other hand massaged the other breast. The combo made me so aroused and I felt a sexy slickness in between my legs. I stood up and in an instant, his face found the front of my pyjamas. I wasn’t wearing any underwear. As he breathed deeply, the warm air seeped through the fabric, reaching all my sensitive parts. “Tell me what you want Trish.”

  I find it so hard to speak and so I just grinded my hips against his face, silently begging for him to taste me. Oh, he took the hint and in one move, I was all naked. He closed his eyes as he breathed in again. His warmth made me so wet and slick. I want him so much. He looked at me as his tongue started its exploration. I moaned as the velvet moving part of his mouth made love to my pussy. He used the tip of his tongue to tease my clit, while he consistently licked me like ice cream. I felt all my juices coming out of me and I held his head, grabbing him for support. “Oh baby...Oh baby...”He parted my kitty lips and licked me again and again and again until I was delirious and heady with arousal. “You’re wet for me?”

  I smiled dearly and nodded. Pride filled his eyes and he continued to eat me, again and again until my moans filled the room. He inserted a finger inside me while he continued his languorous feasting. My hips moved like crazy, making as much contact with his mouth. The noises he made shot through me and soon, I was coming and bursting inside his mouth. He undid his pants and sat me on his lap again. His member stood erect in between us. He manipulated my pussy using the tip of his erection and again, my juices came. I closed my eyes and allowed my body to surrender to him. The silky tip of his dick felt so wild on my clit and it was all too much to bear.

  I licked his hear and whispered. “Put it inside me, Mark. I want you so badly.”

  With that, he kissed me and entered me at the same time. I gasp at his size and almost melted as he filled me entirely. He moved his hips and rocked me gently and I moved with him, my breasts jiggling with every move. “Faster, Mark! Faster!”

  He moved in and out of me in a rhythm that drove us both wild. Our hips banged on each other and he held me tight, using his legs to propel in and out of me. He rubbed sexily against me and the friction was almost too hard to bear. I closed my eyes as I felt a big one coming. “More Mark. I’m coming!!!”

  I came hard and strongly, my entire body possessed with a ticklish current. Mark held me and his face contorted with pleasure. “I’m coming Trish!” With that, he exploded, his heat sending another heat wave inside my body. He sagged in my arms and when it’s all over, wrapped me inside his strong arms. When it was over, we used my duvet as cover ate Butterfingers.

  Peeking Tom

  Tom kicked at a random pebble in frustration as he walked down the dark and silent street that led to his house. His future was over, he was sure of it. Coach had dropped the news early in the afternoon. Tom blew his breath out. No football team meant no sports scholarship, and no sports scholarship meant no college education. He didn’t know how to break the awful news to his parents. He knew, disappointed as they would be, that they would still send him to college anyway. His folks could certainly afford a college education for him, but with the scholarship around, why spend for something you could get for free?

  He kicked at another pebble as he went deeper down the street. The pebble was a particularly large one, and when his strong kick sent the pebble flying toward one of the well-manicured lawns in the street, his sneaker slid off his feet and went with the pebble.

  “Fuck!” Tom exclaimed.

  He saw his sneaker had landed a little far off the Millers’ lawn, and as he went after it, he wondered briefly if Mara and Mindy Miller were home. Mara and Mindy were the Miller twins, blond bombshell beauties who were the stuff of his wet dreams and bedroom fantasies every night. The girls were the same age as he was, and although he was now light years away from the scrawny little kid they had first known, the girls still wouldn’t give him the light of day. Tom may be one of the most popular figures in his college, but when it came to the Miller twins, he might as well be nobody at all.

  The house was as dark as the rest of the street, and he had a tough time finding where his sneaker was. He went farther up the Millers’ property. There was a lone light at the window at the farthest side of the house, nearly leading to the backyard. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw his sneaker had landed on the ground right beneath the lit window. He sighed in relief and went to retrieve it.

  He was putting his sneaker back on his foot when he heard the sounds.

  Tom frowned, adjusting his sneaker. He wasn’t sure he heard correctly, but the noises sounded like moans and soft, fluttering breaths. They were girlish and, although high pitched, were quite raspy.

  He looked around him. There was no one else in sight. He squinted at the backyard, thinking maybe there were people out there, but he didn’t see anyone. Then his eyes fell on the lit window, and it was then that he realized the sounds were coming from inside.

  Tom decided to take a peek, just to see what was going on. There was something about the noises that tugged at his tool between his thighs, forcing all thoughts about his bombed sports scholarship out of his mind. For now, nothing mattered except the moaning sounds.

  The sight that met his eyes took his breath away. It was like he had been pounded in the gut by a three-hundred-pound guy. His breath caught in his throat, and his dark blue eyes, quite large enough to begin with, grew even larger.

  The noises were coming from Mara and Mindy Miller. They were standing in the middle of the room, as bare as the day they had been born. They were holding each other in their arms, and their faces were pressed closed together.

  Tom’s jaw hung open. His hand found the growing bulge between his jeans. He couldn’t believe his luck. Of all nights for him to be seeing something like this! With expert motions, he had unzipped his fly and was now cradling the dangling piece of flesh between his legs. His penis was stiffening, becoming larger and more erect. His hand began to make the familiar jerking motion on his own dick, and he turned his attention back to the twins.

  Mara and Mindy Miller were even more stunning naked. The twins were tall and slim. Their legs looked like they could go on forever. The twins, although both blond, were fraternal, so it was easy for Tom to tell them apart. His eyes couldn’t take in enough the amazing sight that was in front of him.


  Mara was holding Mindy close. Mindy was leaning back on Mara’s chest, her arms clasped behind her head. Mara’s hands were roaming all over the front of Mindy’s body. Tom’s tongue slipped out and ran over his lips as he took in Mindy’s body. Her large breasts bounced up and down perkily as Mara’s palms roamed over them. Mindy’s nipples stood out stiffly in all their pink glory. Her legs were spread apart, and her cunt was very visible to Tom’s eager eyes. Her pussy shaved clean, and the bare flesh seemed to call out to Tom. He could make out the pink glistening mound of flesh between Mindy’s long legs. The hand on his penis gripped harder and moved faster. His breath was now coming in short harsh gasps.

  “Mar, that feels so good,” Mindy was saying breathlessly. Her head was thrown back, leaning against her twin’s neck. Her long blond hair flew out behind her, concealing Mara slightly. Mara now had one hand on Mindy’s cunt, and as Tom looked, Mara inserted one slender finger inside her twin sister’s pussy. Mindy’s breath came out in a hiss, and Mara planted her lips over Mindy’s graceful neck.