101 EROTICA STORIES

by Green, Vallen

  Georgia was a ferocious kisser. She sucked and nibbled on Hera’s lips while, with one hand, playing with Hera’s pussy. This made Hera become even wetter, and she got back at Georgia by tugging and pulling at her breasts. Georgia gasped and arched her back slightly at Hera’s touch. She stood erect, making her breasts stand even more erect, offering them up to Hera’s eager hands. Of course Hera took up the offer and began to tug and pull at Georgia’s tits even harder.

  At that moment, I understood why guys love seeing girls get hot and heavy with each other. The sight was indeed something. Even I wasn’t spared from its power because tied up as I was, I was hornier than I had been in a long time. My already wet panties became even wetter, and I felt a kind of ache spread in the space between my legs. My breasts, already perky, began to hurt. I knew they were longing for someone’s erotic touch. I looked longingly at the girls, but they were busy doing their own thing. There was nobody who could do the same to me—or so I thought. Then my eyes spotted Ruth, still sitting calmly yet seductively on her chair-slash-throne.

  Ruth saw me looking at her. Our eyes met, and the hungry fire inside me burned brighter and grew stronger. I flushed but didn’t look away. Ruth looked back serenely. Her body language didn’t betray anything she was thinking, but I knew she was brewing something up because I saw that glint, that glimmer in her eyes again. Oh, Ruth. Your own eyes are going to be the end of you, I found myself thinking.

  I don’t know what emotion showed in my eyes, but Ruth stood up suddenly. The motion caught the other girls by surprise, but they only paused for a short while before they got back into their respective actions. I glanced at them, and I saw Rachel and Bridget were now on the floor. Bridget was on top, but her head was in Rachel’s pussy. Rachel had her head buried in Bridget’s pussy, and both girls were bucking their hips and moaning like mad.

  Ruth walked to where I was. She stared down at me, still calm and serene although her eyes told another thing. I stared deeply at those baby blues. I saw she wanted to get it on with me. And I knew I wanted her to get it on with me too.

  Then Ruth was on top of me, and her lips were on mine. I was surprised for a second, then I kissed her back just as hard. Ruth moaned lightly but didn’t break the kiss. Her lips tasted of cigarettes and coffee, a mannish taste for someone as feminine as Ruth. Her taste turned me on. I felt bold enough to slip my tongue inside her soft mouth, and I did just that.

  Ruth gave me access, so I explored every inch of her mouth. The taste of cigarettes and coffee grew stronger. So did my arousal. While we were kissing, Ruth had spread my jacket aside and lifted my orange cotton shirt. I had my bra on, so my breasts still weren’t exposed. Ruth’s tits were swinging on top of me, though, and I had the wild urge to grab them with my hands and play with them until she begged me to stop.

  Ruth pulled my bra down, freeing my breasts. She broke our torrid kissing and went for my breasts. I cried out loud as Ruth’s warm mouth met my hard yet sensitive nipple. It felt so fucking good! Ruth sucked and nibbled on one breast while her hands fondled the other. I squirmed and thrashed as much as the ropes would allow me to. I was going crazy. There is nothing more intense and insanity inducing than having someone climb on top of you and pleasure you greatly while you lie in bed with your wrists and ankles held in place by ugly ropes. I wanted to raise my hips and ease off some of the burning pleasure I felt. But Ruth’s legs were on either side of my hips, and I couldn’t move an inch at all.

  Ruth’s hands went to the waistband of my jeans. The button came loose and the zipper went down, revealing black lacy panties. Ruth tugged at my jeans and panties until my very own pussy was revealed. I had shaved the night before, so my pussy was hair-free and looked clean. Ruth gave a slight nod of approval before she raised her hand and smacked my cunt.

  I gasped and jerked in surprise. Ruth had smacked my cunt hard, and it was painful. Surprisingly, though, it was also very erotic. I looked at Ruth, somehow begging, and she slapped my cunt again. Smack! Smack! Smack! The other girls saw what Ruth was doing and laughed out loud. Ruth smiled and gave me several more smacks. I cried out loud with each smack, but my cries were mixed with pleasure. Before long, my pussy was red and swore from all the smacking. Ruth saw it too, and to cool it down, she lowered her head and ran her tongue all over my swollen cunt.

  It felt so good. I was tied spread eagled, but I wanted to stretch my legs out even farther and have Ruth take in as much pussy meat as she wanted. The sensation was incredible. I couldn’t believe a goddess like Ruth was giving it to me down there. Most males, and maybe females too, would die to be in my place right now. I felt proud of myself for having something not everyone at school can ever enjoy.

  Ruth suddenly stood up and looked at me again. I was so wet already; it was unbelievable. I saw Ruth had my juices smeared all over her mouth. Some of my juice had made its way to her cheeks. She didn’t make an effort to wipe it all off, though. Instead, Ruth brought her hands together and clapped the second time. At her signal, the four other girls down the floor quit whatever they were doing and went to the bed.

  What happened next was crazy. Suddenly everyone else was on top of me too. Before I knew it, Georgia’s cunt was over and pressing down my face. Two different mouths—I couldn’t see who they were, Georgia’s sex was blocking my view—were sucking on each of my breasts. My legs were spread as far apart as the bonds and my jeans would allow. Then a tongue was slithering in and out of my pussy.

  It took all I had not to scream out loud—no, very loud. The ecstasy was too intense. I was being stimulated all at once, and it was driving me insane. My body didn’t know which sense of pleasure to respond to first. I thrashed about on the bed, all the while not able to stop my tongue from sliding in, out, and all over Georgia’s pussy. Georgia had her hands in my hair, which she gripped more tightly every time I slid my tongue inside her. Her juices were coming down in streams, and my face was wet with her clear sticky fluids in no time. What my tongue can reach, I lapped up in no time. Georgia tasted sweet yet slightly salty. I wanted more of her.

  I came over and over. It seemed I would never stop coming, but of course I did. The girls changed positions. Georgia’s pussy became Rachel’s the next. The tongues toying with my breasts took on a different texture and feel. I still couldn’t see whom those tongues belonged to.

  I couldn’t stop moving and thrashing on the bed. I screamed at the girls to please, for Pete’s sake, let me go. I wanted to pleasure them as much as they were pleasuring me. I wanted to grab at those ripe breasts swinging so teasingly above me, a case of so near and yet so far. I wanted to sink my fingers into the girls’ fresh meat, into the private crack between their legs. I want to explore every inch of their sex, to take their sex in my mouth and suck on those exotic juices like there was no tomorrow. I wanted to force them into an all-fours position and smack their behinds furiously. I also wanted to make them lie down on their backs and smack their pussies like Ruth did with mine. Oh, Lord, the longing was so bad. I screamed and screamed some more. The girls ignored me. I wasn’t surprised. Save for my body which they continued to ravage to no end, they acted like I wasn’t even there.

  Now I look out the window and see the sky turn into a darker shade of orange. It was late afternoon now—very late, in fact. I whimper. I want to go home more than anything else. I don’t care if I’ll never have sex again in my entire life. I just want to be freed from these bonds and go home.

  But the girls have other plans. A minute later, I hear the door swing open followed by a burst of giggling. The five girls stride into the bedroom a minute later. My eyes widen. All five of them are still as bare as the day they were born.

  “Round 2,” Ruth says with a smile.

  I grimace and shut my eyes.

  The Sleepover

  It was a Monday night that was typical of most Monday nights: moody, miserable, and manic. Lea Michaels was beginning to feel the first strings of despair creep throughout her system. She had a huge b
iology exam the next day, and she still wasn’t halfway the required reading chapters. Lea sighed. She knew she shouldn’t have said yes to the frat party last Friday and Saturday nights. But Graham had done the asking, and she couldn’t say no to Graham to save her life. So she went and had loads of fun, but she felt she was paying for that unforgettable fun right at the moment.

  Lea sighed, picked up her book, and flipped through the pages again. She didn’t see how it could be done, but she swore for what felt like the ninth time to read through the required pages properly this time. She picked up her favorite highlighter and began to pick right where she left off.

  About thirty minutes into her reading, the phone rang and yanked Lea out from her bubble of concentration. She looked at the clock and was surprised to see it was almost nine-thirty in the evening. Who could be calling her at this hour? Graham was out of town with his family, so it couldn’t be him. Not her parents either; they had called an hour ago, and she was sure they had told her everything they believed she needed to hear.

  Lea picked up the receiver. “Hello?”

  “Lea? Is that you?” a distressed voice came on the line.

  “Yeah, it’s me,” Lea answered, and recognized the voice half a second later. “Kansas, what’s wrong?” It was Kansas Mathers, one of her best friends.

  “Lea, can I come over?” Kansas had begun to sob, much to Lea’s alarm. She hated it when people cried. It made her feel uneasy.

  “Of course you can,” Lea answered immediately. “My parents don’t get back until tomorrow. Tell me what happened, Kansas. Are you hurt?”

  Kansas sniffled. “No, I’m fine. Physically, I mean. Look, I’ll tell you everything when I get there. Lea, do you mind if I sleep over for the night? I’m not sure I want to sleep on my own tonight, after everything that had happened.”

  Lea gripped the receiver even tighter. Kansas wasn’t the type to just sit down and bawl her guts out. Whatever it was she had gone through must have been really tough. “No, I don’t mind at all,” she told her friend. “You can definitely sleep over tonight. My parents won’t mind, I know. You’re practically their daughter too.”

  “Thanks, Lea,” Kansas said gratefully. “Let me just prepare my stuff. I’ll be right over in twenty minutes, tops.”

  “Take your time,” Lea said. “I’m not going anywhere. See you in a few, Kansas.”

  Lea hung up and began to place her books and notebooks back into her backpack. She knew she wasn’t going to get any studying done tonight. She sighed. So much for trying to make it to the dean’s list.

  It’s just one night, anyway, Lea consoled herself. Kansas needs you. Besides, you can get your grades on track after this.

  She was fluffing up the pillows on the living room when the doorbell rang. Lea went to open the door and saw it was Kansas, all right.

  Kansas Mathers was, in Lea’s opinion, her most beautiful friend. Kansas was tall and lean, and had a build like that of an athlete. Kansas had dark hair that fell down her shoulders in soft waves. Her eyes were a piercing bottle-green shade. It was a color that never failed to garner compliments from onlookers, and growing up, Kansas had learned to accept them gracefully. She had medium-fair skin that tanned easily, and because she loved going to the beach, she was perpetually tan. Lea was particularly envious of her friend’s golden glow. Lea herself could never get a tan even if her life depended on it.

  “I burn, but I don’t tan,” Lea would say jokingly.

  As if her looks weren’t good enough, Kansas had a body that was the stuff of every teenaged boy’s wet dreams. Not only were her breasts huge and meaty, but they were also firm and perky. Kansas had hips that were as wide as her shoulders, giving her a perfect hourglass figure. Her behind wasn’t as remarkable as her chest, but it was still remarkable in normal standards. Her butt was toned and firm as well, because Kansas went to the gym regularly. She wasn’t an athlete, not by a long shot, but she occasionally played volleyball and swam laps at the school’s swimming pool.

  At first, Lea couldn’t believe how she managed to have someone as gorgeous as Kansas for a best friend. Lea wasn’t bad looking, but she was a far cry from Kansas’s bombshell beauty. She had brought the topic up with Kansas once, who was displeased with the question. Kansas was well aware of her physical gifts, but she didn’t like it when people compared their looks with hers.

  “Everyone’s unique,” she told Lea once. “I’m beautiful, but so are you. There’s no beautiful or ugly, there’s only different.”

  Easy for you to say, Lea had thought. But she didn’t say anything else to her friend.

  Now the Kansas who stood in Lea’s doorstep was a far cry from the glamorous, confident Kansas the world had come to know. Instead, a haggard-looking Kansas was in her place. Her hair was a tangled mess, her eyes were puffy, and she was wearing a loose-fitting shirt and sweatpants. Lea was horrified. Kansas never wore sweatpants.

  “Kansas!” Lea exclaimed, and took a step forward to give her friend a hug. “Oh, sweetie, is everything okay?”

  Kansas let herself be hugged and, as soon as Lea’s arms were around her, burst into tears. “Lea, my world’s falling apart!” she wailed.

  “Come on, let’s talk about it inside,” Lea said soothingly. She broke her embrace and ushered Kansas into the living room. “Go, sit down. Make yourself at home. I’ll get you something to drink.” She went into the kitchen and poured two tall glasses of raspberry iced tea for herself and Kansas.

  When Lea went back to the living room, she saw Kansas was more or less herself already. She was still crying, but her sobs had quieted down. She reached for a glass of iced tea as soon as Lea set the glasses down on the table and drank half of the contents.

  “So what happened?” Lea asked, and settled herself beside Kansas. She wrapped an arm around her friend’s shoulders.

  Kansas took a deep breath. “Paul broke up with me.”

  “Kansas, no!” Lea gasped. Paul McMahon was Kansas’s longtime boyfriend. Lea couldn’t believe the news. The two had been together forever, and it seemed like they would stay that way for a long, long time.

  “Oh, yes,” Kansas said grimly. Her eyes were starting to tear up again. “He told me he was sorry and all that shit. I thought he was joking, Lea. But he was so gentle and serious the whole time.” She took another deep breath. “He . . . he had been seeing someone in the university. Some tramp named Angela.” Her voice took on a bitter note, and she paused again.

  Lea gave Kansas a sympathetic half hug. “I’m sorry, Kansas.”

  “Thanks.” Kansas looked at Lea and attempted to smile. “It’s funny how everything can change in one afternoon, you know? I . . . I woke up feeling fine and happy this morning, Lea, and now, everything has changed.” Her voice cracked. She took another long sip of the iced tea.

  “So it’s final then? You guys broke up for good?” Lea asked gently.

  Kansas nodded. “It has long been over for Paul, you know. If it’s over for him, then it’s over for me. I’m not gonna force myself on someone who doesn’t want me.”

  “Paul’s gonna regret what he did,” Lea said fiercely. “You’re gorgeous, Kansas, you can find someone to replace that jerk in a jiffy.”

  “But I love Paul,” Kansas whispered. “God, I love him, Lea. I don’t see how I can get by without him for now.” Her voice cracked again, and this time she didn’t give in. Kansas broke down and sobbed into Lea’s shoulder. Lea let her friend cry. She didn’t say anything but simply stroked her hair and, save for Kansas’s sobs, let the silence envelope them.

  When Kansas’s weeping had quieted a little, Lea asked her if she would like to hit the sack already.

  “We’ll talk about this in the morning,” Lea promised. “I know you’d want to talk about it, and I’ll gladly listen if you do, but you seem pooped, Kansas.”

  Lea had expected an argument, but Kansas nodded and agreed with her suggestion. “You’re right. I’m beat. I’ve been crying my ass off the whole a
fternoon.” She gave a shaky laugh. “I’m a sight right now, I know.”

  “You can stay in my room,” Lea offered. “I know you want some time alone. I can sleep in my folks’ bedroom.”

  “Well,” Kansas began hesitatingly, “I was just about to ask if you don’t mind sleeping in your bed too. With me, that is. I don’t feel like being alone right now, Lea. These crazy thoughts fill my head, and I don’t want to do anything stupid.”

  “Oh, of course,” Lea said hurriedly. “We’ll share the bed tonight, if that’s what you want. Come on, let’s take your stuff up.”

  The two friends went upstairs to Lea’s bedroom. Lea ushered Kansas into her room and made her change into a spare bathrobe.