101 EROTICA STORIES

by Green, Vallen

  “What are you –”

  Whatever thought she had left when James closed the distance between them, pressing his lips against hers, interrupting her. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he said when they parted.

  “Do it again.”

  James was happy to oblige, cupping her cheeks to hold her in place as they kissed. He coaxed her lips apart, delving his tongue into her mouth when she granted him access, deepening the kiss. Kaitlyn’s hands crept up his bare torso, desire stirring in the pit of her stomach when she heard him moan at her touch. His arms found their way around her, pulling her body flush against his. All the while their kisses grew more fervent.

  Tearing her lips from his, “I want you,” she said.

  He took that cue to pick her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he made the short trip to his bedroom.

  James kicked the door close once they were inside, turned around and pressed her back against the door. He trailed kisses from her mouth down to her neck, anywhere his lips could reach. Kaitlyn arched her back, pushing her breasts into his view.

  He paused to look at her. “I’ve been thinking of doing this for a long time,” he confessed.

  “Then stop talking already.”

  He chuckled at the urgency of her tone, but did as she asked nonetheless. He pushed away from the door and made his way over to the bed.

  He sat down on the edge, her legs on either side of him as she straddled his lap. He bit back a groan when she rocked her hips against his manhood, his erection painfully obvious against his basketball shorts. He made quick work of her clothes, whispering praises with each patch of creamy skin that was exposed.

  He took one breast in his mouth as his hand massaged the other, suckling and pinching the nipples into hardened peaks.

  Kaitlyn kept on rocking against him, her aching center growing wetter by the second. She knew James wanted to make her feel good but she had grown impatient. Reaching down between them, she pulled his hard cock out of his shorts and pushed her panties to the side, impaling herself in one swift motion. He kissed her forcefully to drown out their moans, not wanting his little brother to possibly hear anything.

  His hands gripped onto her hips, guiding her up and down his shaft in a pace that they both found pleasurable.

  “You feel so good,” she sighed, burying her head against his shoulder as his hips bucked upwards into her. “Fuck me harder, baby. I wanna cum.”

  His fingers found her clit, rubbing in hard circles to give her what she wanted. Soon enough, he could feel her walls contract around him. “That’s it,” he coaxed. “Cum for me.”

  Reaching her climax, Kaitlyn bit into his shoulder to muffle her screams as James kept pumping into her, wanting his own orgasm.

  “Fuck!” he groaned, pulling out. He stroked his cock until his seed spilled out, coating both their stomachs.

  Their ragged breaths were the only sounds they made for a few moments, perhaps reveling in what they had just done. He cocked an eyebrow when he heard her giggle.

  “What?”

  “Now you need another shower,” she said, pointing to his stomach.

  “Wanna join me?”

  Be My Valentine

  She furiously wiped at her cheeks, trying to erase the trace of tears, when she heard someone at the door.

  “Mia, what’s wrong?”

  The petite brunette attempted a smile but it was no use. He had seen right through it, cocking his head to the side as if to say just as much. “It’s nothing Mr. Baker,” she tried to say. “Just stupid problems that I’m sure you don’t wanna hear about.”

  “Try me,” he said. “I have a daughter, whom I assume is already asleep in her bed. I’m pretty sure I’m gonna end up dealing with that kind of thing somewhere down the road. Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong so I can have a bit of practice?”

  Mia had to chuckle at his words. She could actually imagine how he’d be once Jenna was old enough to date. He was left as a young father and widower at 33 due to complications with childbirth, and his now 4-year old daughter had become the center of his universe. She had no doubt he was going to be a very protective father, and boys will have to live in fear before they can even think of hurting Andrew Baker’s little girl. The thought was actually quite endearing.

  And that was why, over cups of hot chocolate, Mia found herself talking about what had her in tears. It was a few days before Valentine’s day. She had bought the perfect dress, made appointments at the salon for her hair and makeup, and she was excited. That was until she found out that her boyfriend was cheating and decided to dump her for another girl.

  Andrew found himself at a loss for words as she talked about how she wasn’t pretty enough or skinny enough; how maybe if she had worn tighter clothing like her ex had asked, he wouldn’t have cheated.

  Mia was a natural beauty. She didn’t need to get dolled up or cake on makeup. She wasn’t skinny, she had curves, ones that most women would pay good money to have. Any hot-blooded male who took the time to look past her simple appearance would be able to see that. He sure had.

  He had lost count of the times when his eyes travelled to her ass as she bent over to pick up Jenna’s toys, the times he had imagined those shapely legs of hers wrapped around his waist, how her ample breasts would bounce as she rode him.

  “Are you okay Mr. Baker?” her soft voice broke through his thoughts. He apologized for letting his mind wander, telling her to go on. “I think I’ve already taken up enough of your time. I’m just being silly.”

  “It’s not silly, Mia,” he said, reaching a hand out to place on top of hers. He meant it for comfort, but the surge of electricity that travelled up his arm sent him a different message. “You’re a beautiful girl,” he continued. “And he’s a stupid boy if he doesn’t see that.”

  “Thank you for saying that, Mr. Baker,” she replied, taking his hand in both of hers. “Jenna’s lucky to have you as a dad.”

  “I’m not just saying it just for the sake of saying it,” he said, looking straight into her red-rimmed brown eyes. He raised his free hand to her cheek, his thumb stroking softly. “A real man knows your beauty.”

  Mia licked her lips as he stroked her cheek, his eyes travelling to her mouth when he saw her tongue dart out. Her heart started beating faster when she saw his eyes go dark. She had seen that look before, but not on him. She had seen it on her ex whenever he wanted to have sex. There’s no way Mr. Baker wants me like that, she thought. What would a hot 27-year old guy want with me?

  Andrew allowed his gaze to wander, from her eyes to her mouth, from her neck to the top of her shirt, staring in wonder at how the material stretched to accommodate her breasts. “I’d like to think of myself as a man,” he started, his hand following the path his eyes had taken, stopping just above the neckline of her shirt. “Would you let me show you how beautiful you are?”

  Mia nodded in response, mesmerized by his voice and touch. He pulled her off her chair and had her straddle his lap. She gasped as she felt his erection poking at her center, shuddering when he whispered into her ear about how she always did that to him.

  He wasted no time in getting her shirt off, dropping the material on the floor, her bra soon following. He leaned into her, his mouth closing around breast, sucking the nipple into a hard peak while his hand massaged the other. He groaned when Mia started rolling her hips. “You like that?”

  She nodded her head in response. The thought then crossed Andrew’s mind that maybe her ex hadn’t known how to satisfy her if she was this eager with him.

  He told her to stand up and turn around. “Take your shorts and underwear off,” he said. He felt his cock twitch as she did what she was told, licking his lips when she bent over with her ass and pussy right in his face.

  Andrew stood up abruptly, pushing her up against the dining table. He knelt behind her, making her gasp when his tongue lapped at her pussy. “Oh wow, Mr. Baker,” she mewled. “That feels so good.
”

  The taste of her invading his tongue drove him wild. He stood back up to shed his trousers, his cock straining against his boxers. He pushed them down his legs and took his cock in his hand, stroking the blunt tip against her wet opening. He slowly inched his way into her, both moaning once he was fully sheathed in her walls.

  They easily found a rhythm, Andrew thrusting steadily as Mia rocked back against him. She arched her back after a particularly hard thrust, burying his cock to the hilt.

  “Your ex never fucked you like this, did he?” he said hotly, his thrusts getting faster. “He doesn’t know how to do a man’s job, that’s his problem.”

  She felt her climax start to build in her stomach as he kept pumping into her, his hands travelling from her ass to her breasts, squeezing her supple flesh. Her walls started to clamp down on him, her channel getting deliciously tight.

  “Come for me baby,” Andrew said into her ear. “Ladies first.”

  His thrusts grew harder and faster, and soon enough, he had Mia screaming his name. Her pussy clenched around him, pulling him to his own orgasm, his hot seed coating her inner walls.

  She whimpered when he finally pulled out, evidence of their sex dripping down her thighs.

  “You alright baby?” he asked.

  “Can I come here on Valentine’s night instead?” she said with a sly smile. “I need a real man to help with my dress.”

  Let Me Show You

  “Oh my god!” she exclaimed.

  He scrambled to get himself covered as she turned around, “Don’t you know how to knock?” he said angrily.

  “I was just coming in to check on you since you didn’t come down for lunch,” she tried to explain, her back still to him. “How the hell was I supposed to know you were doing that?”

  “That’s what knocking’s for, so you don’t walk in on anything. And I’m 23, I don’t need you acting like I need a babysitter too.”

  “Will you just put some clothes on?”

  Jared reached for his basketball shorts once he made sure she wasn’t looking, telling her when it was okay to turn around. He sat hunched at the edge of his bed, embarrassment now creeping up on him as his anger dissipated. What else was he supposed to feel when his kid sister’s hot babysitter walked in on him when he was masturbating?

  “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

  He shook his head in dismissal. Truth be told, he wasn’t embarrassed about what he was doing. He was more embarrassed at the fact that it was her he was thinking about.

  Kayla eyed him as he kept his head down. She really didn’t mean to embarrass him, but when she passed by his room after putting his sister down for a nap and hearing his voice through the door, she grew curious. The way he practically moaned out her name told her everything she needed to know. She had pressed her ear against his door to listen as he moaned out his fantasy, a wetness pooling between her legs as images invaded her head.

  Jared was a very good looking guy, tall and well-built for someone his age. She may have been a few years older than him but that didn’t stop her from thinking he was attractive. And she was actually flattered that he was sexually attracted to her.

  “So,” she dragged out. “You want me to ride you like a horse, huh?”

  He snapped his head up, eyes wide as he stared at her.

  “I heard,” she said with a giggle. “I’m actually flattered,” she confessed. “And uh, judging by what I saw, I’m kinda intrigued.”

  “W-what?”

  “Have you ever done it?”

  “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with you right now.”

  “Well?”

  “Well, what?”

  “Have you done it before?” The blush that crept up his cheeks told Kayla everything she needed to know. “Wow,” she breathed out. “How are you a virgin when you look like that?”

  Jared opened his mouth in question but words failed to form once he realized what she meant.

  “If you want,” she started. “I can show you a thing or two.”

  “Are you for real?”

  Instead of giving him a verbal answer, Kayla replied by pushing him back on the bed and straddling his lap. “Real enough for you?”

  “Holy crap!”

  “Sshh,” she said, pressing a finger to his lips. “You don’t want Jessie waking up, do you?”

  He shook his head, eyes still wide in disbelief that the girl he was fantasizing about just minutes earlier was now sitting on his lap. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when she started gyrating his hips, the friction she was creating was already better than what his hand was able to do.

  “You’re a naughty boy,” she said huskily, “jacking off to your sister’s babysitter. How many times have you done that, huh? How many times did I make your cock twitch? How hard do I make you cum in your dreams?”

  Jared couldn’t form a coherent thought as she kept dry humping him. Kayla smirked as his eyes darkened with desire watching her on top of him. She took his hands and placed them on her chest, urging him to fondle her breasts. She was in complete control, turning her on even more.

  “I still can’t believe this is happening,” he panted. “Are you seriously gonna let me have sex with you?”

  “I am,” she said simply. “But before that, I need you to do something for me.”

  “Anything.”

  “Lick my pussy.”

  Jared was happy to oblige. As much as he fantasized about fucking Kayla, he also wondered what it would be like to play with her pussy, to lick it and finger it, to make her cum. He had seen enough porn videos to know what to do but he was still nervous that he wouldn’t do it like she would like.

  Kayla slowly took off her clothes, making sure his eyes followed her every move, a sly grin was on her lips when Jared reached into his shorts to stroke his cock. She sat beside him on the bed and told him to get on the floor, spreading her legs apart so he can settle right in front of her. She put her feet up on the edge, her pussy on display for him. “Go ahead,” she urged.

  Jared tentatively reached out, his fingers playing in the wet folds. He could smell her sex, the musk invading his senses. Hearing her soft moan when his thumb grazed her clit, he figured that was a good place to start, his mouth closing in on the sensitive nub. Her moans grew deeper when his tongue lapped at her slit, two fingers sinking into her honeyed depths.

  “That’s it,” she breathed out. “Pump faster and keep sucking on my clit. You can make me cum just like that.”

  He eagerly did as he was told, even adding a third finger to pump into her pussy, his hand soaked with her juices. The delicious friction of his teeth grazing against her clit sent her over the edge, bucking her hips up to his face as she rode out her orgasm.

  “If you’re a virgin,” Kayla started to say, breathless. “Where the hell did you learn to do that?”

  “Porn,” he replied simply, licking his lips of the traces of her.

  “Really?” she asked, her half-lidded eyes looking up at him as he crawled on top of her. “What else did you pick up from watching porn?”

  Jared took his cock in his hand and slid it against her wet slit. “I can show you,” he said, thrusting into her.

  From Algebra To Biology

  Tommy threw his pen down, frustrated that he still couldn’t understand what was written on the page. He had to pass his test tomorrow or it’ll drag down his average below what was required for him to stay on the football team. “Whose idea was it to put letters into math equations anyway?” he grumbled to himself.

  He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a knock on his door, soon followed by Alex’s head popping in. “I fixed you a plate of food,” she said. “You’d think better with a full stomach.”

  “Thanks,” he said, taking the plate of pasta from her. “Where’s Russ?”

  “Watching Finding Nemo for the umpteenth time,” she said with a roll of her eyes.

  “Wanna t
rade?” he asked. “I’ll take those fish over math every time.”

  “Algebra with Fulton, right? I took that last year.”

  “Aren’t we on the same grade? No wait,” he said, snapping his fingers. “You’re one of those nerds that take advance classes.”

  “Shut up!” Alex said, slapping a hand against his arm. “Enjoy your food.”

  Tommy sat back down and ate the spaghetti she had brought up, his eyes travelling to his book every so often. When he finished his food, he still didn’t have any luck with the thinking better thing Alex had talked about. And that’s when it hit him.

  “Alex!”

  She hissed at him from where she was sitting on the couch when he came barreling down the stairs, raising a finger to her lips in a sign to stay quiet. Tommy moved closer and peered over the cushions, finding his 4-year old brother sleeping in her lap.