101 EROTICA STORIES

by Green, Vallen

  She sat on the bed and removed her own underwear. She watched as Ivan ate Ella’s hairless cunt, and felt her own pussy quiver. It was a crazy sight as Ivan’s fat tongue licked Ella’s kitty lips ever so slowly. Ashley began to touch her full breasts and pushed a finger inside her vagina. She had no idea that someday she’ll be stimulating herself in front of other people. It felt so good and wicked at the same time. As she listen to Ella’s moans and look at her grip Ivan’s head, she was so close to coming. She increased her pace and moaned sexily, startling the two. They watched her as she stimulated herself to frenzy, her head tossed behind her. Ella came in front of her and replaced Ashley’s finger with her mouth. Ella’s tongue was silken and hot against her pussy and it licked at her folds so sexily that she thought she was going to explode.

  There is nothing like being licked by a woman. Ella knew the right pressure and her mouth feasted on her almost to perfection. Ivan was so aroused by the sight before her. A naked Ashley being licked by Ella was such an erotic sight. “Lie down Ashley.” He said. Ella continued fucking her with her mouth and now, Ivan joined them by entering Ella’s pussy from behind. He gripped her breasts as he moved his dick back and forth, making Ella increase her pace of licking Ash’s cunt. With Ella’s now rapid stimulation, Ashley felt an orgasm so strong. Her juices came and came and filled Ella’s mouth....then there was more. Orgasm after orgasm, her body was rocked. It was so deliciously wanton.

  It was then that James entered the room, together with his friends. They saw the scene unfold and they all joined in the frenzy. James locked the door, his dick already bulging in his trunks. One of the ladies kneeled in front of him and buried her face between his legs. Two of her lady friends rubbed their breasts against Ivan’s body. It was a crazy and sexy party and everyone are eager to have their fill. Ashley saw that James’s being given the head and she winked at him.

  Ashley stood up and kissed Martin, who stood there, obviously aroused by the whole thing. She knelt in front of him and drew his cock on her mouth. Martin groaned and she smiled, feeling so much power now that a stranger’s rod is inside her mouth. She licked him over and over until he was almost banging his head against the wall. A lady tapped her shoulder. It was Ella, wanting to taste Martin as well. Ashley moved aside and kissed one of the ladies on the lips. They fondled each other’s breasts as they kissed, obviously absorbed by the wickedness of it all. She kissed the woman on the belly, then down on her thighs. Ashley used her lips to nibble on the stranger’s thighs. She smelled her musky aroma and got so aroused that she dipped her tongue on the opening of her vagina. It was the most delicious thing she ever tasted. She imagined all the ways she wanted to be eaten and started moving her tongue slowly, making circles over her cunt. The girl moaned. “Oh yes, yes, eat me just like that... Oh that feels....ooooooh” Her moans made her so horny that she licked her faster and faster and faster until the girl was almost out of breath. It was not enough. She sucked her clit and rubbed the tip of her tongue against it, making the woman beg for more. Ashley felt a hand on her breast and she turned. It was James. He kissed her neck and massaged her breasts and fingered her pussy. This time, it was her turn to moan. He spread her legs and pushed two fingers inside her. She was so wet and slippery. She closed her eyes as James finger fucked her again and again. At long last, James claimed her with his mouth. His tongue was merciless and he used it to make her squirm. Her secretions became like flood as he ate her. She wished it never stop. It was like being rubbed with jelly---warm soft jelly and it made her so aroused again. He pushed James’s head even harder against her and whispered, “Fuck me, baby.” With that, James shoved his dick inside her and fucked her slowly then mercilessly. He banged her against the wall and ground his hips against her... She closed her eyes, wishing this party never ends.

  Mrs. Cannon’s Daughter

  Carrie can’t wait to kick off her babysitting job at the Cannons. The pay was good—no, good was an understatement. The pay was generous, and Mrs. Cannon sounded really nice over the phone. For Carrie, a person can’t have too much of a good thing. In babysitting, it was either the pay was great but the people were awful, or the people were great but the pay sucked big time. The forces of the universe seemed to nod in her favor this time, and she was thrilled to be getting the best of both worlds in her babysitting.

  She turned at the corner and came to the sight of a bright-red door, just as Mrs. Cannon said she would. Carrie went toward the house with a slight spring in her step. She looked up and glanced all around her. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and she was going to her great-paying babysitting job. Oh, this was the life!

  Carrie rang the bell. A second later, the door swung open and out stepped a severe-looking woman whom Carrie supposed was Mrs. Cannon. This she knew from their conversation on the phone.

  “When people see me the first time, they automatically think I’m ready to bite their heads off,” Mrs. Cannon had said with a chuckle. “Just to warn you, Carrie, I look scary, but looks can only go so far. Don’t worry, I won’t be in a biting mood when you come over.” She chuckled again.

  “Um, Mrs. Cannon?” Carrie said tentatively. She remembered all too well the conversation they had on the phone.

  The woman standing outside the bright-red door had jet-black hair, pale blue eyes, and green-rimmed glasses. Her forehead was clear and her mouth relaxed, but there was something in her that hinted of severity and a fierce nature. Even with the sun shining brightly outside, Carrie had to admit she felt like the woman could bite her head off whenever she wished to do so.

  The pink mouth suddenly broke into a grin, and Carrie felt herself relax.

  “You must be Carrie!” the woman said warmly. “Come in, come in! I’m Amanda Cannon, the one you spoke with on the phone? Thank God you were able to come in such short notice.” She stepped inside the house, motioning for Carrie to do the same. “Things are still quite crazy around here. We moved in two weeks ago, as I told you on the phone, but there’s still so much to do.” She laughed. “If I’d known things would be this hectic, I would’ve remained in Arizona!”

  “Oh, don’t worry, Mrs. Cannon,” Carrie hurriedly assured her. “I’m sure you’ll get settled down in no time. Besides, I’m here to help you do so.” She flashed her best babysitter grin—the one that no parent in his or her right mind can resist—at Mrs. Cannon. Despite the severe appearance, Carrie had taken an immediate liking to the woman. She wanted to make sure things will go as smoothly as possible for Mrs. Cannon.

  Mrs. Cannon caught the power of Carrie’s grin and smiled back just as dazzlingly. “Thank you, dear. I’d love to stay and chat, of course, but I’ve got an appointment, and I don’t think Mr. Burke is too keen on being made to wait by his clients.” She glanced at her silver watch.

  “Not a problem, Mrs. Cannon,” Carrie replied. “I understand. I’m ready to begin my babysitting duties when you are.”

  “Great!” Mrs. Cannon said happily. “Well, I better call Robert. He’s in his room, probably sorting through his comic book collection. Wait a sec, I’ll go get him.” She went off and up the stairs.

  Carrie sat down on a purple sofa that felt as comfortable as it looked. She was feeling better and better about this job. She congratulated herself for deciding not to hang out with her best buds Fiona and Saab that day. If she did, she would’ve missed Mrs. Cannon’s call and this babysitting job.

  Mrs. Cannon came bounding down the stairs. “Wouldn’t you believe it? Robert has fallen asleep!” She shook her head. “That little guy. Must be all that fixing we did yesterday.” She shook her head again. “I’m sorry, Carrie, but it seems like you and Robert need to take care of your intros on your own.” She picked a brown purse from the table. “Gosh, I badly need to run! You’ll be okay, won’t you?” She eyed Carrie thoughtfully. “Don’t worry, Robert knew you’ll be coming along today, so he won’t be surprised to find you somewhere in the house.”

  Carrie chuckled. “Yeah, that was what I was
worried about. But don’t worry, Mrs. Cannon, I’ve got everything under control.” She beamed. “You go on and do whatever it is you have to do now. I’ll take care of Robert and everything.”

  “Just the words I wanted to hear!” Mrs. Cannon exclaimed. “Well, I really got to run now. I’ll see you in a few hours, Carrie! And thanks!” She gave a grateful smile and was out the door in a matter of seconds.

  As soon as the door clicked shut, Carrie let out a breath. “Well, this is it,” she told the empty house. “What do I do now?” She thought of going upstairs and sneaking a glance at Robert, just to have an idea of what he looks like, then thought against it. The boy might waken to the sight of her creeping around in his bedroom, and she could bid any chances of having a good babysitter bond with him good-bye. Carrie decided to hang out in the living room and watch some television instead.

  She found a channel she liked, one of those fashion-themed shows that always roused her curiosity and interest. She was starting to get into the zone and was beginning to curl up comfortably on the couch when she heard someone go down the stairs. Carrie tensed and sat upright. The footsteps sounded too big and heavy to belong to the five-year-old boy that was Robert. Mrs. Cannon didn’t mention anyone else being in the house. Who could be making those noises?

  Carrie was about to get up and investigate when a blond girl came into sight. She looked to be about eighteen, the same age as Carrie. She was tall, had blue eyes as pale as Mrs. Cannon’s, and had a build that could give any Victoria’s Secret model a run for her money.

  She’s gorgeous, Carrie thought, and a shiver ran up and down her spine.

  The girl spoke up first. “You must be the babysitter.” She had a voice as soft as cotton, but there was something steely and commanding beneath the soft exterior.

  “Yes. I just got here,” Carrie answered. “I’m Carrie.”

  The girl shook her head. “Bet she didn’t tell you I was around.”

  Carrie didn’t know the answer to that, so she said nothing.

  The girl must have sensed her discomfort because she suddenly broke into laughter. “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Mom didn’t know I was home, anyway.”

  “Your Mrs. Cannon’s daughter?” Carrie asked stupidly.

  “Bingo!” the girl exclaimed. “She didn’t tell you she had a daughter, huh? See, it’s like this. I was supposed to be away at some music camp, but I got bored in there. Too many people, too little action. So I snuck out and went back here.” She shrugged. “I planned on telling her last night, but I fell asleep. When I woke up, she was gone and you’re here.”

  “You missed her by a hairline,” Carrie said. “She went out only a few minutes ago.”

  The girl shrugged again. “I’ll tell her when she gets back home.” She paused. “Oh, I haven’t told you my name. I’m Laarni.” The girl held out her hand.

  “Hi, Laarni. I’m Carrie.” Carrie took the other girl’s hand and was surprised at how strong the other girl’s grip was.

  “Nice name. What are you watching?” Laarni sat down beside Carrie.

  “It’s, uh, this fashion show,” Carrie stuttered. She was uncomfortable with Laarni sitting too close beside her for comfort. Laarni, who was wearing an oversized cotton T-shirt with nothing else that Carrie’s eye could see.

  Carrie felt like giving herself a few good kicks on the head. So Laarni’s beautiful, but so what? The two of them could pass off as classmates, maybe even friends, for heaven’s sake. Carrie didn’t know and understand why she felt funny being in the same room—and the same couch—with Laarni. She remembered Saab, one of her closest buds, who was way more beautiful than Laarni, if that was even possible. Carrie never felt funny around Saab, who sometimes walked around the house in nothing but her underwear. She and her best friends were so close, they had even seen each other naked. The sight of her best friends’ bare bodies did nothing to Carrie’s head and libido, but things were taking a different turn with Laarni, a girl she had met for only less than an hour ago!

  “You’re into fashion?” Laarni was saying. “Cool. I’d love to go into fashion myself, but my dad wouldn’t let me. Everything’s yellow to him. Not much I can do while I’m living under his roof, but I won’t be doing that for long.” She shifted, and her bare leg brushed against Carrie’s jean-clad one.

  Carrie did her best not to squirm. It wouldn’t do good for Laarni to think she was disgusted sitting so close to her. Disgust was a word Carrie believed she would never, ever use on Laarni. Laarni was too bright and beautiful for that. However, Carrie couldn’t quite put her finger on what she was feeling, sitting beside this bright and beautiful being. Then it dawned on her: she was aroused. For Pete’s sake, she was very aroused.

  Carrie snapped out of her thoughts when she noticed Laarni was looking at her intently. She blushed furiously, embarrassed at having been caught drifting off into space. “I’m sorry. Look, I have been listening to you, I swear, but something—”

  Laarni laughed, and Carrie felt goose bumps crawl all over her. The laughter sounded magical, seductive even. Carrie didn’t know how, but she knew she had to move away from Laarni and the confines of the couch before she would lose her head and do something she knew she’ll regret later on.

  “Oh, Carrie!” Laarni exclaimed. “What is wrong with you? You’re all red and tense all over. You didn’t think I’d bite your head off, did you?” She laughed again.

  “It’s not that,” Carrie said hurriedly. “It’s just that I didn’t want you to think I’m a ninny or something, drifting off like that.” She lowered her head slightly. “I’m like that, you see.”

  Laarni snorted, and Carrie couldn’t believe a simple snort could sound so sexy. Everything Laarni does is sexy, Carrie thought. She wondered where the other girl got that trait. It couldn’t be from her mother. Mrs. Cannon reeked of kindness, yes, but she also reeked of formality and seriousness. Sexy wasn’t something one associated with Mrs. Cannon. Carrie decided Laarni must have gotten her sensuality from her dad.

  “Relax, would you?” Laarni said. “I’m not going to bite your head off or tell Mom if you did something funny.” She paused. “I’m bored. I want to do something fun. I just got up from a deep sleep, and it would be nice to hit the sack again, but my golly.” She yawned and gave a long stretch. Her shirt hitched up to her thigh, and Carrie saw a hint of boyleg panties clutching a creamy toned thigh.

  Laarni saw Carrie looking, and she laughed again. “Oh, Carrie,” she said. “I think you have something in mind. Care to wipe this boredom and sleepiness off me?” She placed an arm around Carrie’s shoulder and yawned again. “God, I am so bored. But maybe you can do something about that.”

  Carrie stiffened. She had to admit Laarni aroused her in a way she never thought possible. But she was also uncomfortable, and it was this discomfort that told her to get the hell out of there right away before something happened. That something, whatever it was, could put a halt on her babysitting career with Mrs. Cannon and Robert, a babysitting career that paid three times more than her other stints.

  Carrie had sworn to never let go of Mrs. Cannon as her client; as long as Mrs. Cannon needed her, Carrie would gladly oblige. She had thought everything would be smooth sailing the second she put the phone down after talking to Mrs. Cannon. What she didn’t expect was this sudden beautiful interference that was Laarni Cannon. A beautiful interference, yes, but an interference still.

  Laarni was still looking at her. Her pale blue eyes had taken on a different glint. Carrie realized Laarni’s eyes were twinkling, and it was that twinkle that set the motion for her. Whatever happened, Carrie no longer cared. She wanted Laarni in her arms, that was what was clear now. She knew she was straight, knew Laarni was straight too. But life sometimes throws you a lemon, and a rare lemon at that. Carrie knew whatever her decision, the moment would never happen again. It was a thought she couldn’t stand. It was the thought that sent her plunging into the murky depths that was all Laarni Cannon.
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  “Laarni,” Carrie said hoarsely.

  Laarni didn’t respond and simply kept looking at Carrie. Carrie was suddenly filled with the thought that Laarni was merely toying around with her, that she really didn’t mean to give of those so-called hints that had sent Carrie almost dizzy with longing and arousal.

  “Is that it?” Laarni finally said. “Have you made up your mind?”

  Carrie nodded, too filled with emotion to speak.

  “I swear I’ll never tell my mom” were Laarni’s last words before she leaned forward and planted her cherry-red lips on Carrie’s.

  The kiss took Carrie by surprise even though she had anticipated and known it would happen. Carrie had never kissed a girl before, and the almost alien feeling blew her away. Laarni’s lips were nothing like any boy’s she had kissed before. Her lips were soft, supple, and plump. They were tender, yet they hinted of strength and savagery too, something that Carrie felt like finding out.