101 EROTICA STORIES

by Green, Vallen

  Mara murmured something. Tom was too far away to hear what, but he saw Mindy press her own hand over Mara’s and appear to push Mara’s hand deeper into Mindy’s cunt, pushing Mara’s finger in. Mara removed her mouth from Mindy’s neck and laughed. Her arm moved, and Mindy’s hand flew off from Mara’s. Mara smiled lazily and went on playing with her twin sister’s cunt. Mindy, meanwhile, was squirming and gasping out loud. Her eyes were shut, and she was biting on her lower lip.

  “Man, oh, man,” Tom breathed. His face flushed, and his breathing grew more urgent. He felt his hand was a blur now. It was moving faster and faster over the entire length of his cock, which had now grown to its very considerable length. He was built to fuck, all right, as his buddy Ben had joked in the locker room. Up, down, up down his hand went on his penis. He made circular motions with his hand, and he had to restrain himself from crying out loud at the intense wave of pleasure it brought him. He pictured himself ramming his enormous cock into Mindy Miller’s pink pussy. He held out a hand to steady himself. His knees were growing weak now.

  He watched with hungry eyes as Mindy cried out softly and shuddered against Mara’s body. When Mara removed her hand from Mindy’s cunt, he saw the hand was shiny and glistening with a clear and sticky fluid. Mindy’s come, he knew. Then his heart raced some more as Mindy faced Mara and wrapped her slender arms around her neck. Mara lifted her come-covered hand to Mindy, two of the fingers held out. Mindy looked at the hand with something like delight and, to Tom’s own delight and surprise, took the fingers into her mouth and began to suck on them.

  Tom was now beyond himself. He had never seen anything so hot. He wondered what if would feel like to have his fingers inside Mindy’s pussy and then inside her mouth. He wondered how it would feel to stick his fingers inside Mindy’s glistening cunt and explore the soft, delicate flesh beneath, the soaked corners, and the swollen lips. He imagined her pussy flesh wrapping itself eagerly around his fingers, attaching itself to them the way bees do to honey. In his mental picture, Mindy moaned as his fingers made contact and began to move her hips in time to his thrusting. Her breasts would bounce as she rocked her hips, and he would take one swinging breast into his mouth and suck greedily on the pink erect nub that was her nipple.

  Tom’s orgasm came all of a sudden. Unable to help himself, he cried out into the night as his penis released streams and jets of fresh come from his body. His brain refused to let go of his imagined scenery with Mindy Miller, not to mention the actual sight of the Miller twins pawing each other out, and he came again and again. He cried out once more into the dark before he grew slightly limp and had to rest against the wall to catch his breath.

  He was reaching for his cock again when he heard Mara say, “Mind, did you hear something?” There was a sound of approaching footsteps.

  Tom bolted from the Millers’ as fast as his feet could take him. His cock was hanging out in the open, but what the hell! He had seen enough action to last him a lifetime, and as he rolled into bed that night, he went into action himself.

  After The Storm

  The small, dark pub was stifling with cigarette smoke floating in the air. It was a bit dank too, thanks to the couple or more beer bottles which fell to the ground. One of the waiters cleaned up the mess, grumbling how people can act like they were roaring drunk at five in the afternoon.

  But this was a favorite spot in town because they served good alcohol and even better food.

  Damon came here not because of those two, but because he wanted to see Victoria Leigh.

  He used to frequent this place when he was younger. If he had a break from college during summer vacation or any holidays, he’d come home and carouse all over town. But when he got a peek at the curly-haired and curvaceous redhead working inside the kitchen of the old pub, he became a regular customer.

  His mother, coming from the moneyed old family in the South, would have had an apoplexy if she knew that her only beloved son frequents this pretty seedy place in the impoverished area of town. After all, he was the son of a former senator and the whole family expected him to follow his father’s footsteps.

  But that did not stop him from wanting to see Victoria.

  Victoria.

  Just letting the consonants of her name roll around his tongue is enough to make him hard. He shifted uncomfortably on the stool he’s sitting on. It was a good thing he was facing the bar or everyone would have seen the thick, long ridge of his cock imprinted on his pants.

  He nearly got his face rearranged when he asked the bartender about the hot, young thing working the kitchen, ten years ago.

  “Say that again?” the big-boned carrot top who just poured another shot of whiskey on his glass snapped at him, eyeing him.

  But he was too drunk and horny to notice. “That redhead who went out to get the order and-“

  The man suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him towards him, across the bar. “That’s my sister, you ass.”

  He was half drunk, maybe more, but he still had the sense to bash the guy with the whiskey bottle. All hell broke loose, then. Everything was a blur during the fight. Everyone else in the bar, people he didn’t know, also threw in punches.

  The good thing was he met Victoria that very night too. And he learned that she wasn’t as easy as he hoped she was. Actually, she was very nearly a shrew.

  “Rich, pampered boy got lost?” the sultry voice edged with sharpness reached his loudly ringing ears. His gaze travelled up from a pair of amazing legs, ragged denim shorts, a filthy towel tucked in the front pocket, a tight white shirt showcasing a nice pair of breasts, and an angry face seething at him.

  He smiled then winced, feeling his cheek swelling by the minute. “Hey,”

  “Hey yourself, you jerk,” she retorted, slapping a thick slab of frozen beef on his face. “You’re paying for all these, Ronsard.”

  “You know me?” he asked, real surprise registering on his face.

  “Who doesn’t?” then she turned back. She started walking to the kitchen, picking up unbroken pieces of plates, glass, and bottles and righting furniture pieces.

  Although it pained him, he stood up and followed her. “Hey, wait.”

  She didn’t turn around, continuing to pull chairs and tables up. “What?”

  “I’m sorry. I just -”

  She finished it for him. “I heard what you wanted. That’s what other jerks like you want, after all.” And then she turned back, her clear green eyes blazing angry fire at him. “Just so it’s clear, I’m not available. Maybe other girls pant after you all the time. But I ain’t spreading my legs just because.”

  And he respected her for that. He was quite shocked when he learned from one of the bar’s patrons that the woman he was lusting after was a seventeen-year old girl. It was not wonder that her brother wanted to hit him hard.

  Damon went back to the bar the next afternoon. He was sporting a shiner and a cut lip but he had with him a check in hand. Apparently, the Leigh family owned the bar and lived on the second floor. It looked even worse, more decrepit in the morning. Victoria was cleaning up.

  “Here,” he started, handing her the check.

  He can’t stop himself thinking that she was even more striking in the morning. Her hair was roughly pulled in a ponytail. She was wearing ragged looking but clean clothes. A broom was in her hands. Yet she made him hard.

  “What’s this?” Despite her appearance, haughtiness crept in her voice.

  “I’m sorry about last night.” he said. “That’s for bashing the whole place up.”

  She folded the check and tucked it in the back pocket of her tight jeans. “I’m not thanking you for this.”

  Damon almost grinned. She really was something. “That’s fine with me. I’m not apologizing about wanting you either.” he stated, “I’ll just wait for a few more years to come back at you. Right now, I might be jailed for what I’m thinking.”

  It was probably because of the ludicrousness of it all, but her mouth cur
ved upwards at that. They stared at each other for a while and Damon knew that this was a girl he’d really wait for.

  ***

  Then they became friends – really close friends. She was very desirable, true. But he liked her straightforwardness, honesty and dry humor. He liked her, period. And that was not a so common with him.

  Then they became lovers. After a couple of years sharing a platonic relationship, Damon honestly thought that Victoria didn’t regard him in any romantic sense. She seemed too serious, too focused on her dreams, to even consider having a boyfriend and making out at the back of trucks like other 19-year old girls did.

  But he had to live his life, right? A 24-year old guy like him, with a healthy sexual appetite, needs to have a woman in his bed as often as possible.

  It was one of those days when he went to the pub during his vacation and he was smooching with someone else at the corner table of the bar.

  “Can’t do that here if you ain’t gonna order, Ronsard.” she cut in as his hand crept up the undersides of the other girl’s breast.

  He looked up and saw green eyes flashing with irritation and – could it be? He saw jealousy there, as well? Impossible! “Two Buds here.” he said, wondering if she was pissed off because he was here with another girl.

  And then she turned, her annoyance making her whole body stiffen. It was odd but that sobered him up almost immediately. Besides that, his cock stirred to life, the energy between them sparked. Second base with the girl beside him – Jeannie, Janine, Jane – what’s her name, did not even do that to him.

  He stood and walked after Victoria.

  He followed her to the small store room at the back where they kept beer bottles and other kitchen provisions. She was sitting on one of the cases of empty bottles, crouched, covering her face with her palms.

  “Vic-”

  “Stay away, Ronsard.” then she stood up, still not facing him, breathing deeply, her hands on her waist.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Go back to your table. Addie will bring your drinks in a while.”

  Then she tried to leave the room but it was too small to maneuver well and Damon’s wide shoulders spanned the door already. His hands settled on her shoulders, “You’re jealous-”

  He said that as a statement. He didn’t ask. He can see it all over her face.

  “That’s fucking absurd,” she denied, but refused to look at him. “Let me pass, I’ve work to do-”

  “No, it’s not and that can wait.” And he pushed her against the wall beside the door, facing him.

  Her eyes widened when had her trapped with his body. His left hand held her shoulder in place while the other went to her back. A rush or excitement ran through him when she planted her hands on his chest. He knew that if he allowed a second of hesitation, she will push him away. His desire for her is just too much that he immediately planted his mouth on hers.

  It was a kiss that he’s been wanting for a long time now. And he said so, “I hung around for this, Vic. God knows-”

  It would seem that Victoria also wanted it as well. Her hands curled around his nape immediately, kissing him back with as much fervor as he did. When his tongue slipped into her mouth, she allowed it, letting her own coil around his.

  He knew it was wrong to take her here, when anyone can just walk in on them. But God knows he didn’t have the will to; he didn’t want to, even if he should.

  She was wearing a pair of loose, drawstring pants so he just loosened it with his other hand and let it fall to the ground. His other hand just lifted her shirt until it was bunched atop her heaving breasts. He then pulled her strapless bra down to expose the beautiful pair. His mouth moved from her mouth to one puckered nipple.

  Victoria’s breath hitched at that followed by a low moan. Her hands clutched at his dark, overly long hair, then moved down to pull his shirt over his head.

  “God, you’re sweet,” he muttered, capturing her mouth for another deep, ravishing kiss. While one of his hands smoothed over her breast, his other was pulling the waistband of her panties down.

  Victoria’s hand stilled his when he was about to touch her already throbbing clit. “Da- Damon, Damon!” His name came out of her mouth in a moan as his thumb rubbed the already wet center. With his middle and forefinger, he spread her slick, swollen lips and inserted a finger slowly, gently.

  “Oh my God,” she nearly screamed out, but thought better of it and slapped her palm over her mouth.

  He fumbled, opening the zipper of his jeans, releasing the thick, long rod he’s been dreaming of putting into her. He teased her a bit, rubbing the tip of his penis on her silky labia, teasing her.

  Victoria looked down and gasped at what she saw. Then she looked back at him, her eyes wide and apprehensive. “How, how will that fit-”

  A low laugh rumbled in his chest. “It will, honey,” he assured, then caught her lips in another kiss.

  While he continued to fondle her breast, twitching the nipple hard, his other hand gently eased his cock into her pussy. She was so drenched with her juices that his hot rod slid in without difficulty – until he reached the barrier which stilled her.

  She groaned at the pain and pushed him away. “Damon, you have to stop, please. Please…”

  “No, honey,” he crooned. Then he gently rubbed his thumb once more on her clit, “Everything will be alright, baby, I promise.”

  She was a virgin. Although he knew that she was not the sort who’d allow to get laid by random men, he was surprised that she’d let him be her first. Then again, he sort of didn’t give her a chance. It wasn’t rape, of course, but he practically seduced her. He had years of practice in this case and she, apparently, had this only.

  He could feel the tension in her body building up, and when she was panting hard already, he thrust his cock deeply into her. As he did, Victoria raised her leg and curled it around Damon’s hips, opening herself up to him. He raised her up a bit on the wall then his head dropped to suck on her overly sensitized, puckered nipples.

  “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long, Vic.” he grunted, while he continued to plow into her.

  He felt her starting to tremble then, and he knew that she was close to climaxing. Thank God for common sense, though. Although he wanted to spurt every last drop of his semen into her, he couldn’t get her pregnant. And he knew that it was unfair for her.

  He had his responsibilities. As his mother wanted, he had to run for local office, marry a nice, rich woman from a good family, build his own family and then climb the Washington ladder.

  This did not include the unknown, impoverished Victoria Leigh.

  She seemed to have understood, thank God, when he explained to her a few years later, that he had to marry Elise Downey. They were in bed that day, in a sleazy motel out of town.

  “That was fucking amazing, baby.” he told her, as she laid her head on the pillow next to him. “You should do that again,” he said, pertaining to her skill in deep-throating his long, thick cock.

  She grinned, “Do the same for me and I’ll give you a blow job anytime.”

  He raised himself on one elbow and let his hand trail down her delightful pussy. He inserted one finger inside, smiled to find out it was still slick, and then licked his finger. “No problem with that. You taste so good.”

  He was going down on her already but she pulled him up. “So you’re getting married, really?” she asked nonchalantly. He held a frown that was creasing his forehead. He was a bit pissed that she didn’t sound annoyed at the idea.

  “This year, yes.” he said, his hand circling around her navel. “But that won’t change anything between us. I want-”

  She shook her head, slapping his hand which was straying from her belly to her breast. “No Damon. We can’t anymore. Once you’re married, you stay married. I won’t be there.”

  That stumped him. Even his raging cock softened at what she said. “Vic-”

  She bit her lip and breathed deeply before turning
her head to stare at him. “If you want to be a real success in that field, you shouldn’t have loose ends. People won’t accept that. I’m that.” She then got up and got the towel on a couch. “Besides, I don’t like people I don’t know sneering at me just because I’m the mistress of the vice mayor.”

  At the time, Victoria was already 23, studying minor subjects at a local college. Those were what she can really afford. She was so young but her candid nature and sheer intelligence

  Although everything was planned for his marriage to filthy rich and utterly beautiful Southern belle Elise, they still saw each other. The last time Damon saw Victoria was when they had a steamy quickie in her car at the second floor of a parking lot. That was the day before his wedding.