ApocaLips (Three Book Erotica Bundle) (Book One a sexy F/M/M ménage)

by Natasha Hunter

  "I'm going to cum," he rasped as he stroked himself between my wet lips. "Swallow it," he commanded. Before I had time to react, I could feel him coating the back of my throat with his semen. Instinctively I swallowed, gulping down his cum as he continued to pump his seed into my mouth. As he pulled out, I licked away the tiny rivulets that dripped from the corners of my lips.

  Breathing heavily, he leaned over and kissed my forehead tenderly, "You're fucking amazing."

  Jeff had me at the cusp of orgasm; I could feel my toes curling as I was about to spiral over when he pulled away. Before I could protest, he climbed on top of me and nudged the head of his cock against my entrance. He stared at me with those beautiful eyes of his, lit with dark, wanton lust.

  He lowered his head and captured my nipple as he thrust into me. I groaned. I cried out. I melted around him. Every ravishing thrust sent tingling, sweeping chills throughout my body.

  "Oh," I moaned deliriously, the sound coming from deep within my throat. "I'm so close." I was only vaguely aware of the sounds I was making as he drove his hips forward, colliding against mine, impaling me deeply.

  My surroundings started to fade as I arched my back. I could feel Reid's hand clasping mine. My fingers curled around his tightly, and I held onto him as if I could keep myself grounded, keep myself in the moment, because every part of my fiber, my being, wanted to shatter into a thousand, blissful pieces.

  Jeff's breath became heavier, guttural, as he nuzzled his head at the crook of my neck. His body glided across mine; our skin sweat-slicked. "Almost," I could hear him whisper in the cacophony of our coupling.

  I wrapped my legs around him, digging my heels into his buttocks, forcing him to plunge deeper into me.

  My back arched; my head pressed roughly against the dock as I thought I would die of sensations. "Oh, oh, ohhhhhh," I moaned out as my orgasm hit me with a wave of exquisite spasms, my muscles contracting in quick rapid pulses. Pleasure unfurled from my center and sent blinding hot stars sweeping through my blood, blinding me with its power. Moans of pleasure escaped my parted lips as aftershocks were pulsing, my pussy quivering around Jeff's erection. I could feel my inner muscles fluttering, squeezing him as he ground into me.

  I had never come so hard and so deeply as I did at that moment with Jeff's cock buried to the hilt inside my warm, wet pussy. "You are so goddamned tight," he muttered against my ear. I could feel his tongue pressing against my earlobe as he gave a final, deep thrust, filling my cunt with his sticky white cum. He pumped into me for a couple more strokes, milking his cock into my tight tunnel. Jeff pulled out of me and slumped to the blanket, stretching out beside me.

  The three of us lay there for what seemed an eternity in silence, catching our breaths and thinking about what just happened.

  I could feel Jeff's cum trickling out of my pink hole, dripping down the crease of my ass. And I could still taste Reid's in my mouth. I licked my lips and gave a little sigh of contentment.

  *

  That night I planned to sleep alone in Piper's room- I had found her name after rummaging through her closet, written on several book covers. Perhaps I shouldn't have invaded her privacy, but at this point, I didn't think she'd really mind. If she was even alive that is, and I had a sinking feeling that she probably wasn't.

  I lit a couple of jasmine scented candles on the nightstand and settled down with a handful of her books. With the windows open, the night breeze flowed through the room, ruffling the curtains and making the candles flicker.

  The bedroom was cozy, and I imagined Piper had been very happy here. I rolled over onto my side and looked through several books, none catching my eye- until I found a handwritten journal. If wearing her clothes and sleeping in her bed wasn't an invasion of her privacy, reading her inner most thoughts sure the hell was.

  I chewed my bottom lip as I debated slipping the book under the bed. Out of sight, out of mind, I reasoned. But I couldn't quite bring myself to do the noble thing. Instead, I flipped open the cover and read the first page. Normal teenaged angst, and yet I still couldn't stop reading. It was a nice distraction from the guys who were sleeping down the hall. About halfway through it took a turn from schoolwork, best friend drama and boy crushes to entries about her teacher, Mister Conrad. He was a teacher?

  "What. The. Fuck."

  My mouth hung open as I read how Conrad had seduced Piper into an illicit affair, having her stay after school to help 'grade papers' one evening as punishment for texting in class.

  *

  Apocalips Part Two

  The last normal day before the world went to hell was anything but normal for me. Sure, it started out ordinary. I woke up early, wanting to get a run in before school. I was on both cheer squad and the track team, and I liked to keep in shape, even in the off seasons. There was something calming about being outside in the early hours, how peaceful the world seems just before the sun rises.

  I grew up on my parents farm, so I was pretty accustomed to early rising. It was in my blood, my Daddy always said. Our farm was pretty far out in the country, but I always liked the seclusion. I could run for miles without passing another house or car. Just miles of fields and fences. It was a good way to clear my head and keep me focused on my goals. I wanted to become a veterinarian, then open up my own office in Jackson Falls.

  Though I might have looked like your typical air-headed cheerleader, there was more to me than pom poms and high-school dances. I could shoot a shotgun, drive a tractor, and herd cattle just as easily as I could do a shoulder stand or a high kick.

  That morning after my run, Brady Jackson stood beside his Chevy Silverado, waiting for me in the driveway. He gave me a lazy smile as he folded his arms across his chest. "Nice run?"

  Brady and I were in the same grade and had known each other since we were born, practically. Our parents were close, so we spent a lot of time together over the years. He was on the football team, and his family came from money. Apparently the town was named after their ancestors. All the girls were mad for him, but he never really had a serious girlfriend.

  Also, Brady worked for my Dad on the farm, so he was liable to be around the farm at any given hour.

  "Yup. Though you're here early..." I said, checking my watch. Sometimes Brady and I rode to school together.

  "Yeah. Your dad needed some help before they leave," he explained.

  I nodded. My parents were leaving for an anniversary trip "Give me a few, I need to shower."

  He smirked at me, "No hurry. Your mom is cooking me breakfast."

  Mama loved Brady as much as Daddy did, I think. He was like the son they never had. It was hard to be jealous though, because Brady was just so nice. A part of the family, really.

  I remember hugging my parents before I left for school. I've replayed that memory a million times, trying to recall every little detail, from the left-over breakfast on the table, to their suitcases packed in the living room by the front door. Mama's perfume- she always wore just a little too much. "I love you, kiddo," Daddy whispered against my ear as he walked us out to Brady's truck.

  "Take care of her while we are away," Daddy instructed Brady.

  "Yes sir. Will do."

  I rolled my eyes with a playful, dramatic sigh. "I'm eighteen! Not a child, I can look after myself, you know. You're only going to be gone for a week."

  Daddy ruffled my hair as I climbed into Brady's truck. "See you later, cowboy." I curved my fingers into the shape of a gun and pretend to shoot him. "Buy me something!" I yelled out the window as Brady pulled the truck out of the driveway.

  "Do you want me to stay tonight?" Brady asked as he drove along the back roads.

  "Nah. I'll be fine, really. Anyhow I have a paper I need to work on and you'll only distract me."

  He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, "Oh really?"

  I laughed as I punched his arm, "With your video games!"

  "Wounded. I thought you were going to say my dashing smile or rock hard abs."

 
"Little bit full of ourselves this morning hmmm?"

  School that day was uneventful for the most part, until 6th period. Our history teacher, Mister Conrad, caught Brady and I texting each other during class. It wouldn't have been so horrible, except he told me I had to stay after school though Brady could leave. I knew Brady had to help out Coach Daniels, so I was glad he got to leave- but I didn't think it was fair that I had to stay.

  After the final bell, when everyone left, Mister Conrad gave me a stack of papers to grade. I settled down in the front row with the test papers and a red marker. I could feel him watching me from behind his desk as I flipped through each paper, slashing through wrong answers and writing the correct one above it.

  All the girls had a thing for Mister Conrad. Sure, he was older- at least thirty, but he was also super hot. He wasn't as tall as Brady, but he was in great shape. His dark hair was slightly mussed, and I had the irresistible urge to run my fingers through it. I had a crush on my teacher since the first day of the semester. There was just something thrilling about his authoritative demeanor.

  I don't know why I did it, but while I was sitting there daydreaming, I opened my legs slightly, enough to give him a nice view of my pink, lacy panties. If he were going to stare at me, I'd give him something to look at! A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as I pretending not to know what I was doing. My knees slid further apart and I could feel my skirt slipping a bit up my thigh.

  I could feel the heat burning my cheeks as I tried to focus on the papers I was grading, all the while knowing that he was peeking beneath my plaid skirt. I was getting aroused as I let my fantasies run wild. Sinful images of Mister Conrad doing dirty things to me ran through my mind. Though I was a virgin, I had a pretty good imagination and knew all the things I'd like my sexy teacher to do to me.

  If I were honest, it wasn't the first time I had thought about Mister Conrad in that way. Many nights I would cuddle up in bed and slip my hand into my panties. I'd rub and finger myself until I'd come, all the while thinking about Mister Conrad's tongue, fingers, and cock. In my favorite fantasy, I'd sit in his lap without my panties, wearing my short, plaid skirt. I would gyrate my hips against his crotch and feel his dick get hard. He would rub it against my pussy while he pulled apart my buttoned up shirt. After unclasping my bra, he would suck on my tits while sliding his big cock into my aching wet pussy.

  I bit my lip, stifling a moan as I pushed the hot fantasy to the back of my mind. I wondered if he could see the damp spot on my panties because I sure the hell could feel my pussy getting all kinds of wet. Bouncing my well-toned legs a bit, I daringly pushed them open even more as I pretended to be absorbed in grading the test papers.

  "Miss Langston?"

  I glanced over to him; my eyes were wide and innocent as I pretended I wasn't aware that he could see up my little skirt. I gave him my best, guileless smile as I responded. "Yes, Mister Conrad?" My voice was sweet and soft.

  He looked me in the eye for a moment before dropping his gaze to my parted legs, making it obvious that he was staring at my pussy.

  Embarrassed, I quickly closed my legs. Burning shame heated my cheeks. I never thought he would call me out on my provocative rebellion! At the most, I thought he'd give me a knowing look as I left the classroom.

  He shot me a withering glare, "Please come here."

  "What?" I felt humiliated, thinking I was about to be chastised, or worse. I hoped he wasn't going to send me to the principal's office, or phone my parents. I would die if my Daddy found out what I had done.

  "Come over here. Please," he repeated with forced patience. His gaze was hot and stormy as he waited.

  Clicking the cap onto the marker, I laid it on top of the papers then stood. As my nerves thrummed, I pushed myself away from my desk and walked over to him. I could hear my heart racing and hoped that he couldn't. Prideful, I didn't want him to sense my fear.

  He rolled his chair back as I neared. He stayed seated, though put his hands on my narrow hips and maneuvered me between the desk and himself. "Lift your skirt."

  My brows drew together as I gasped. "Why?" My voice trembled.

  "You're so keen on showing me your pretty little panties; I want to have a better view when I look at them."

  "You're joking..." I raised my voice.

  "Do I look like I am? You obviously went out of your way to provoke me. You brazenly spread your legs, trying to show off your pussy to me."

  I made a gaspy little sound as he said the word pussy. Teachers weren't supposed to talk like that! The way he said it, the sensual tone of his voice, sent a shiver down my spine.

  I curled my fingers around the hem of my skirt, debating if I should actually pull it up or if he was testing me somehow. I guess he wanted to see if I really was a slut, if I really would pull up my skirt for him. I knew I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help myself as I rolled the fabric up slowly over my suntanned thighs. Once I had my skirt all the way up over my panties, I lifted my chin rebelliously, "Happy?" I challenged.

  He stared at me for a long while, saying nothing while he feasted his eyes on the damp crotch of my new Victoria Secret panties. "Not yet."

  I could feel my heart beating out of rhythm as my breath became quicker. I almost felt like I was hyperventilating as I waited for him to say or do anything! The air smelled musky, perfumed by the scent of my arousal.

  Finally, he stretched his hand out and ran the tip of his thick finger down the crease of my lacy panties, pushing the damp fabric into the folds of my pussy. My body jerked, and I could feel these tiny little spasms as he neared my clit with his finger.

  "You are so wet," he rasped.

  I dared not say anything in response.

  "Only little sluts would get this wet. I bet you let all the boys play with your pretty little pussy don't you? Is that why you're so popular, Miss Langston?" He glanced up, and our eyes locked.

  "No!" I protested hotly. "I've never let anyone touch me." Why did I even care if he believed me? I had just turned eighteen; I was of legal age to do whatever I wanted.

  "No? And why should I believe you? You're standing here with your skirt pulled up, showing your teacher your tiny wet panties. I bet you're a dirty little whore." He rubbed his finger against my thigh, smearing my wetness across my silky smooth skin.

  "I'm not! I'm a virgin!" Despite my protesting, I didn't drop my skirt. I kept hold of it tightly while he rubbed me on top of my panties again. It felt so sinfully delicious; I started to throb with need.

  He crooked his finger into the waistband of the lacy pink fabric and pulled them down enough to bare my shaved mound to him. "Yeah? Do virgins shave their pussies? Do you like it that way when the footballers run their tongues over your hot little cunt? I've seen the way they look at you in your tiny little cheerleading uniform."

  "I swear Mister Conrad I am a virgin," I promised in a low voice. "No one has ever touched me there." I was desperate for him to believe me.

  "Then why do you shave?" He asked as he ran his hand along my bare thigh, stiffly kneading my skin between his thick fingers.

  I blushed even deeper, utterly humiliated. My voice was soft, a mere whisper as I answered him. "Because I read that it makes it better when you touch yourself."

  "So you're telling me you shave your pussy, so it is all sleek and nice for when you play with yourself?" He caressed my pussy with one finger, gliding it around my hooded clit, pulling back that bit of flesh to expose my pink button. I gasped as tiny little sparks of electricity sparkled through my bloodstream.

  "Yes, I swear," I promised resolutely.

  "And no one has ever touched your pussy like this?" he asked as he gently stroked his fingers across my glistening wet pussy lips.

  "I promise." My voice was barely audible.

  "I can't take your word for it. I'll have to see for myself." He nudged one finger against my slicked entrance and shoved it deep inside of me. I groaned from the quick flash of pain although it quickly subsided as Mi
ster Conrad leaned forward and started licking at my pussy.

  It was the most sublime sensation I've ever felt. I couldn't think and could only barely breathe as he swirled his tongue around my cunt, teasing me with his wicked, forceful licks. Delicious beads of hot pleasure bubbled low in my belly as he flicked his tongue over my pussy lips, then wiggled it between my pink folds. I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out too loudly, but I just couldn't help it! I started to moan really loud as he worked his fingers and tongue into my pussy.

  "You're such a bad little girl," he whispered in between long, probing licks. "Letting your teacher eat your sweet little pussy. Only sluts and whores would let an older man into their panties."

  Though his words stung, they elicited a shameful, wicked feeling of desire. Some dark part of me liked being called a slut. I felt as if my knees were about to buckle when I felt his other hand wrap around me, cupping my ass to keep me standing. He ran his fingertips down the crease of my ass cheeks, then pressed against my back hole.

  I ran my fingers through his dark hair and cupped the back of his head, holding him to me while he licked my wet, warm pussy. In all of my fantasies, none of them lived up to the actuality of my teacher's tongue writhing against my cunt. I had never imagined sensations so blissful, so all consuming. I groaned at every flick of his tongue.

  My orgasm was swift and all-consuming. A tidal wave of pleasure unfurled at my pussy and radiated across my whole entire body. I grabbed ahold of the desk behind me as I groaned. My legs quivered involuntarily. He snaked his tongue deeper between my folds, lapping at my juices as my inner muscles contracted around his probing fingers. I rode out the aftershocks of orgasm with a long, drawn out sigh of pleasure.

  He sat back in his chair. "Oh Piper, what are we going to do with you?" His lips curled into a smirk as he swiped his hand across his lips, wiping away my juices. He stood and rubbed his fingers against my mouth, forcing them between my lips. "Taste yourself."