“Oh, baby, it feels so good, having that big cock inside me. He grabs my hips and wants me to go faster, but I lean down and say, No, baby, I want this to last,” and my lips graze Eric’s as I hover above him, feeling his hands on my hips, and then I kiss him. Our tongues caress each other and we kiss harder, deeper, and I feel him all the way to my core.
“Then I hear a door open,” I say as I sit up again. “I hear footsteps coming down the hall and into the room. Someone climbs onto the bed behind me, and I feel these big hands reach over my blouse and squeeze my breasts.” I reach down to Eric’s hands at my hips and raise them to my breasts. He squeezes them through the corset, one finger looping under the lacing and finding my hardened nipple. I gasp as that finger rolls over the taut nub.
“Then those hands press me down on the guy I’m fucking,” I say, and Eric moves his hands back down to my hips as my breasts press down on him. “Those hands lift my skirt all the way up over my ass.” Eric’s hands slide my leather miniskirt up and he cups my bare cheeks, squeezing hard. My lips hover just above his once more. “Then I feel a big cock sliding into my ass, and the two of them start fucking me in perfect rhythm, fucking me harder and faster.”
Eric’s hands on my ass start pumping me against his cock, and I ride him with my corseted breasts rubbing against his chest and my lips hovering above his. We’re both moaning now, breathing hard, and my lips clamp down on his and we kiss again, our tongues plunging deep. I pull back and cry out as the orgasm ripples through my body, my pussy contracting against Eric’s cock. “We come at the same time!” I cry out, my body shuddering with release as Eric’s body goes limp beneath me.
I slide off Eric and fall down on my back beside him, panting. My heart’s beating so fast. I take a few minutes to compose myself before continuing. “Then I lie back like this and I see the roommate, his twin! I reach up and grab him, pulling his mouth down to my pussy.” Eric straddles me and slides his body downward, kissing the corset as he goes, and then his hands part my thighs as he lowers his mouth and licks my pussy. I arch my back and run my hands through his thick hair, reveling in the feel of his lips against me, his tongue plunging and caressing. Oh, fuck, I love this! I want him to keep doing this all night.
“And the twin licks my juices mixed with his brother’s cum while I reach over and stroke the other twin with my hand, feeling him growing harder. Then the first twin straddles my face and fucks me in the mouth.” I cry out as Eric sucks on my clit. I lose myself to the pleasure of the moment, to the feel of Eric’s wickedly talented tongue. I look down at him, and his eyes are filled with lust.
“I look into the twin’s eyes, the one with his cock in my mouth,” I say breathlessly, still looking down at my masked lover. “And then I look into his brother’s eyes, and it feels like I’m being fucked by the same person all at once. Then the twin comes in my mouth.” I cry out again as Eric licks harder and faster, and I can feel the orgasm pulsing through me. “I swallow it all, and he falls back on the bed while his twin moves up and fucks my pussy.”
In one fluid movement, Eric rises, positions his cock at my pussy and thrusts into me. I hold onto his hips as he fucks me hard and fast. “Oh, fuck yes!” I wrap my legs around Eric and thrust my hips upward to meet him. My orgasm rocks through me in shuddering waves, and Eric moans as each contracting pulse of my pussy grips his cock again and again until he comes.
Eric falls back on the bed next me and we both lay there panting. I’m still basking in the afterglow when Eric leans over and whispers, “Marketa, she’s here.”
I follow his gaze to the open door, where a woman’s silhouetted against the light of the hallway. I can’t make out her features; the room is dimly lit, allowing the soft glow of the full moon to spill in. Rising from the bed, I walk across the room as if in a daze, my eyes fixed on her obscured face. I stop right in front of her, and she reaches behind her and closes the door.
It’s like looking in a mirror. The same eyes, the same nose, the same full lips. Her red curls are pulled back from her face with a long tendril flowing over her shoulder. My eyes trail down along her body, the body I’ve studied for a week now. Every curve is the same as mine.
I’m stunned by how much she looks like me. She is my double. The only thing that sets us apart is the earring and necklace set she’s wearing. I finger the gold necklace, lingering on the teardrop jewel that rests above the hollow of her breasts, and then I look back up to her face.
Yvonne’s lips part as if to speak, but I shake my head. “No, don’t say anything,” I say as I press my finger to her lips. I’m afraid her voice will be too different from mine, shattering the illusion. God, her lips are soft. I lean forward, wanting to know if she kisses like me.
I move my finger to her neck as my lips brush hers. Yvonne opens her mouth and her tongue comes out to meet mine. My body shivers with desire as we kiss harder, our tongues caressing each other with an intensity that only Eric can match. I move my hands between us and to her corset, slipping my fingers through the laces to feel the breasts beneath it. I want to feel more of her, so I grip the top of the corset and pull it down until her breasts are free. We continue to kiss as my hands squeeze her breasts, feeling the weight of them, such a familiar size. I break my lips away from hers and lean down to take a hardened nipple into my mouth, sucking deeply. Yvonne moans with pleasure.
I feel her hands at the top of my corset. Releasing Yvonne’s breast, we kiss again as she walks me backwards across the room, her hands moving downward as she unties the laces. All I can think about is her lips on mine and her hands all over my body. Yvonne pushes me down on the bed. My corset is completely open, and Yvonne straddles me as she squeezes my breasts. Then she leans over and licks the tip of my nipple.
Eric watches as Yvonne kisses her way down my body, starting with one breast and then the other. As her lips move slowly downward, my body shakes with desire as she nears my throbbing pussy. Yvonne kisses the front of my miniskirt, looking up at me with a smile I know all too well. She slides the leather up as she moves her lips downward, clearing a path for her eager mouth. I wrap my hands in her hair, feeling the bobby pins that hold her curls against her head, pushing downward until her lips hover inches above my pussy. My whole body quivers with anticipation, waiting for her tongue to part those lower lips.
Yvonne makes me wait a little longer, kissing first one thigh then the other, and then she plunges her tongue into my pussy. I moan in ecstasy, grinding my hips against her mouth. “Oh, fuck yes!” I cry out as she sucks on my clit. Then I feel a big hand squeeze my breast as Eric’s mouth closes around the other one, sucking my nipple. I feel the orgasm pulsing through me, and I pull hard on Yvonne’s hair as my pussy shudders again and again, her tongue still plunging into me.
I lie there breathlessly for a minute, barely aware of anything but my own pleasure. When I’m able to focus again, I see Yvonne sitting up, straddling me. She’s moved her corset back up over her breasts and has her hands behind her neck. Yvonne unclasps her necklace and leans over, reaching around my neck and fastening the necklace in place, and then she lowers her lips to my ear and whispers. Then she straightens up and gets off the bed. Yvonne blows Eric a kiss before walking across the room to the door. She opens it, pausing for a moment in the doorframe, and then closes the door behind her. And just like that she’s gone.
For a moment all I can do is lie there on the bed. I still can’t believe what just happened.
“What did she say?” Eric asks.
I finger the necklace, feeling the teardrop jewel settle between my breasts. “She said tonight I only get a taste, but she’ll leave a piece of her for me to keep.”
Eric laughs. “Damn, she’s you in every way.”
I get out of bed and go over to the window, hoping to catch one last glimpse of Yvonne on the street below. She’s standing at the curb, her hand raised, waving to a taxi. I feel Eric press his body against me, running his hands lightly down my arms and moving my hands
up against the window pane. Then I feel his hands at my hips, sliding the leather skirt up over my ass. I lean up against the window and spread my legs so that Eric can slide his cock into my pussy. He thrusts into me again and again, his hands gripping my hips.
My twin looks back up at us. As she watches us fuck, one hand moves up to her corset and she fingers the string that binds her breasts. Then the taxi pulls up to the curb and Yvonne steps inside. When the taxi’s long gone, Eric’s still here, fucking me by the light of the full moon.
Whenever I wear your necklace, he’ll be fucking us both.
***
Three Erotic Nights
Night Three-Richard and Layla
Eric parks the car in front of the abandoned theater, and we step out into the brisk night. Across the street, the throbbing bass of the music emanating from the club beckons us, promising a sensual night of grinding on the dance floor. The full moon hovers just above the building, and as I watch a group of scantily clad women enter the club, I wonder if one of them will be coming home with us tonight.
Eric comes around to my side of the car with a lace mask in his hand. He stops right behind me, pressing his body against me as he reaches up and covers my eyes in a shadowy network of lace. I feel his hands securing it to the back of my head, then his fingers wrap around my curls for a moment before he lowers his hands to my shoulders. Brushing my hair aside, he kisses my neck, and then his hands slide down, lightly touching my arms with his fingertips as he makes his way to my waist. I can feel his cock hardening against me.
“Damn, you look so sexy in this dress,” he whispers in my ear. “I think we need a repeat of what we did the last time you wore this to the club.”
I turn and wrap my arms around Eric. Smiling, I think about the night we met. “Mm, I would definitely like to relive our bathroom encounter.” My lips hover above his slightly parted mouth, and he moves his hands from my waist, reaching around to cup my ass. “But don’t forget why we’re here tonight, baby.” We’re on the prowl for the last guest star in our monthly masquerade. Opening my clutch, I take out a black silk mask and stare into Eric’s electric blue eyes. Placing the mask over them and securing it behind his head, I run my fingers through his dark, thick hair.
Eric’s eyes shift from my face and focus on something behind me. “Marketa, turn around,” he says, a big smile curling on his lips.
I turn and see a poster in the window of the abandoned theater’s ticket booth. It shows a girl’s body from her breasts down to just below her ass. She’s wearing a white halter top, and she’s reaching down to pull up part of her red plaid skirt, revealing two round, bare cheeks. There’s a caption at the bottom in big, bold letters: Richard and Layla present a play of Erotic Kitsch: Layla Earns Extra Credit. Show begins at ten o’clock. All patrons must be over 18.
Turning back to Eric, I can tell from the look on his face that he’s thinking about our Halloween tradition. So am I. My pussy is already wet, soaking my lace thong. The club can wait. This play sounds too good to pass up.
Eric opens the door to the theater and holds it while I walk inside. The foyer area is bare and empty other than the man sitting in a folding chair at the entrance to the theater house. He looks up from the magazine he’s reading when we reach him. He glances at Eric then takes his time looking me over, from my black fuck-me pumps up to my full breasts, where his gaze lingers a few seconds longer before he meets my eyes.
“What’s with the masks?”
“They’re part of our monthly tradition,” I say, reaching into my clutch and handing him a card to our website. As he looks at it, I notice that he’s got the name Bruno stitched in red letters over his chest. The black shirt and pant ensemble make me think of the bouncers at the club. He certainly has the bulging biceps that seem to be a prerequisite for the job. I try to remember if I’ve seen him there before, but it’s been too long since we visited the club.
Bruno finally looks up again and gives me another once over. I can feel his hot gaze groping my body. “Do we pass inspection?”
“Mm,” he says, his eyes on my breasts. “Yeah. Play’s in there.” He jerks his head to the side.
“Thanks, cutie.” Linking my arm around Eric, I give Bruno a little wink as we walk past him to the entrance of the theater, making sure to swing my hips a little since I know his eyes are on me. I can’t resist performing for an audience.
Walking down the dark isle, I’m struck by how empty and abandoned this place feels. The theater has been closed for as long as I can remember, and the walls are covered in peeling paint. Looking around through the lacy filter of my mask makes every corner seem more shadow filled and decrepit. The seats are worn through to the stuffing in some rows. Eric and I choose seats near the front, ones that seem to be in reasonable condition. The theater is completely silent; Eric and I appear to be the only ones here.
I check my smart phone for the time: 10:20. Eric and I sit in silence for a couple minutes while we wait for the play to begin. I’m just about to get up and go ask Bruno what’s taking so long when I notice a flicker of movement from the tattered burgundy curtain covering the stage. A girl’s head peeks out from between the folds, and I get a flash of blonde hair before she disappears behind the curtain. I glance at Eric; he’s got a huge smile on his face. “Showtime,” he whispers.
The curtain opens and reveals the inside of a classroom. There’s a desk set up towards the back center of the stage, with two rows of student desks arranged at either side of it, making the desk the focal point. A man in his early thirties sits behind the desk dressed like a teacher. I’m guessing this is Richard. He runs his hand over his close cropped head while he uses a pen to write something down on the paper in front of him.
From the left side of the stage comes the sound of someone knocking on a door. “Come in,” he says, and a girl enters the classroom. It’s the same girl I saw peeking out through the curtain, her blonde hair swept up in a high pony tail that’s braided and tied off at the end. She’s dressed like the girl in the poster, wearing a white halter top and a red, plaid skirt that just barely covers her ass.
I look over at Eric and raise my eyebrows. “So, is that the dress code for private schools?”
Eric smiles. “I wish. Looks more like a Halloween costume.” He leans over so that his lips graze my ear, and I feel his hand slide over my breast. “I like your costume better.”
“You wanted to see me, Mr. Johnson?” I hear the girl on the stage say, and I raise a finger to my lips and look back at the play. Eric faces forward as well, but his hand slips under my dress, and he begins playing with my nipple through the lace of my bra. The little nub hardens to a stiff peak, and currents of excitement ripple through my body, making my pussy throb. I reach over and start massaging his cock through his jeans.
“Yes, Layla, thank you for staying after school,” Mr. Johnson says.
The girl walks toward the front of the classroom. She has a bouncy, youthful stride, with a seductive sway to her hips. “Am I in trouble?” she asks when she’s standing right in front of his desk.
Mr. Johnson hands her the paper he’s been grading. “You got an F on your final.”
“An F?!” she says, taking the test from him. “Oh no, I can’t have an F! It’ll mess up my GPA, and I won’t get my scholarship! Please, Mr. Johnson, let me retake the test. I know I can do better.”
While Layla protests her grade and Mr. Johnson suggests extra credit, Eric’s hand slips out of my bra and travels down my body. I open my legs to allow him access to my moist center, where he begins rubbing me over my lace thong. Slipping my hand under his jeans, I continue to rub his cock that’s straining hard against his briefs.
Onstage, Mr. Johnson comes out from behind his desk and leans back against it. Layla stands inches away from him. He crosses his arms over his chest and smiles. “I only offer this type of extra credit to my students who are eighteen. Are you eighteen, Layla?”
“Yes, I just turned eighteen last w
eek.”
“Excellent. Now, for five points of extra credit, all you have to do is give me a kiss.”
“Um . . . okay.” She gives him a light peck on the cheek.
Mr. Johnson shakes his head. “That wasn’t the kind of kiss I was looking for, Layla. Why don’t you try again.”
The girl steps forward and Mr. Johnson opens up his legs, allowing her to stand right up against him. As Layla leans forward, Mr. Johnson reaches around her back and pulls her closer. She wraps her arms around his neck and his hands trail down her back, and then he reaches down and cups her ass.
“Mr. Johnson!”
“Call me Dick,” he says. “Now, for five points each, I will kiss each one of your breasts.”
As Mr. Johnson removes Layla’s halter top and begins sucking on her full breasts, Eric’s hand slips under my thong, and he teasingly rubs my pussy lips, parting them gently and dipping a finger inside for a brief second before pulling it out again. I moan with desire. “Oh fuck, baby,” I whisper, reaching under his briefs and closing my hand around his hard cock.
“Time for five more points of extra credit,” I hear Mr. Johnson say. “Take off your panties and bend over the desk.”
My eyes snap back up to the stage as Eric thrusts two fingers inside me. His attention is focused on the stage, too, but as I pump his cock with my hand, I feel a bead of pre-cum slide down his shaft, and my low moans are joined by his heavy, excited breathing. My pussy throbs as he finger fucks me, and I feel the orgasm begin to build inside me as I watch Layla bend over the desk while Mr. Johnson presses up against her from behind. He lifts her skirt up and slaps her bare ass, making my pussy muscles clench against Eric’s plunging fingers. Oh please, fuck her in the ass!
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