Asarotica

by Asa Akira

  He pulled her close as her ass bounced up and down to the rhythm of her riding him. Releasing herself from his embrace, she sat upright, grinding her hips back and forth against his dick, feeling his head hit that sweet spot inside her cunt. Her pussy got wetter and wetter as she was close to climaxing.

  “Oh my God,” she said quietly.

  Her body convulsed and shook on top of his with such intensity. For a split second, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had an orgasm that powerful before. Patrick didn’t seem to think twice before swiftly flipping her over, so that he could be on top now. With her legs spread wide, she gave herself completely to him, feeling him fill her up with every inch of his gorgeous cock. Thrusting deep inside her now, he grabbed her throat, choking her as he fucked her. Her cunt tightened as she was about to cum again, and when he pulled out, she squirted all over the both of them at the same time his dick exploded all over her stomach.

  In their post-orgasmic bliss, they lay next to each other for a few minutes. Patrick started dressing himself as Frankie lay lifeless in her bed, completely cum-drunk and dick-high from whatever dickmatizing trance he had just put her into. There had only been two other men in the history of Frankie’s sex life that had the power to dickmatize her with their incredible skills.

  Patrick was the third.

  The following morning, Frankie woke horny and wet. Opening her bedside sex drawer, she grabbed her magical vibrating wand. Its firepower blew any tongue out of the water and could get her off clitorally in a matter of seconds. Thinking about the amazing sex from the night before, she closed her eyes and turned her toy on to max speed. She thought about the way he smelled and the way his cock felt inside her pussy. She thought about the way he choked her and what it would feel like if he fucked her in the ass. She thought about the way they both came at the same time, the look on his face, and how hot it was. Grabbing the sheets, she screamed loud as she came.

  Later that afternoon, Patrick contacted her.

  “Ready for round two?”

  “I’ve been ready. I played with myself this morning thinking about last night,” she confessed.

  “I’ve got to say,” he continued, “choking you out and making you squirt really got me going. I want to be rougher with you.”

  By that evening, he was back again. Round Two. In her bedroom, they made out like high school kids just before he threw her down onto her bed. He climbed on top of her, shoving his cock down her throat, face-fucking her and eating her pussy at the same time. Tears started running down her face as she choked on his cock. He moved his way to the edge of her bed, pulling her into him as she kneeled on all fours before him. Gripping her hips, he slid his dick nice and slow into her tight, wet pussy. He flipped her over onto her back and grabbed her throat as he looked deep into her eyes with his thick cock inside her. As he choked her, her pussy contracting as she was about to cum. Pulling out, she squirted all over herself and his chest. Her pussy was even wetter now, and he slid his dick back into her. Pounding her tiny cunt, he began choking her even harder.

  “Harder,” she could barely speak as he gripped her throat.

  He fucked her harder, and her pussy exploded with more squirt, spraying him in the face. She could tell he was getting turned on the more she did it. Flipping her over onto her knees, he fucked her from behind. Licking her fingers one by one, she inserted them into her ass, while he fucked her pussy. Staring at her, each finger disappeared into her ass. Frankie shoved her fingers down her own throat, producing even more spit, and rubbed it all over her ass. All she could think about was earlier that morning, playing with herself and fantasizing about what he would feel like in her ass. Her entire fist was up her ass now, making her pussy extra tight on his cock.

  Patrick was teasing her butt now, rubbing the head of his dick against her asshole just before Frankie grabbed it completely and shoved it in for him. This was what she was dreaming of. As she felt the head break the seal, she backed herself onto it, while she was still on all fours. He fucked her in the ass for a while until he fucked her cunt again. She was on her back again when he filled her pussy up. He grabbed her throat gently at first, then his squeeze gradually got tighter and tighter. Suddenly both hands were on her throat, choking her.

  “I’m gonna cum,” Frankie gasped as he plowed his cock into her.

  He pulled his cock out, coming all over her, and at the same time, she squirted everywhere.

  Two days back to back with the same lover. Unusual. But that would be the last time she would see him for a while.

  The following few weeks were busy. There was Josh, Mikey, Cody, Alex, Nick, Jordan, Matt, Anthony, Trent, Sebastian, Ben, Jeff, Ross, Robert, and James. There were also the occasional ladies like Monique, Dani, Chanel, Rita, and Nikki. Nikki was a lesbian visiting LA from NYC who Frankie had picked up at a popular gay bar in West Hollywood. She pulled Nikki back to her place, where she dominated her into submission. Frankie licked, fingered, and strap-on-fucked Nikki into a coma.

  Thanks for blowing my mind in bed, she had texted the morning after.

  One hot afternoon, Frankie sat across one of her many conquests in a Hollywood coffeeshop. Jeff was a manly man, standing six-foot-three with dark brown hair and a beard to match his husky, built stature. Like a sexy Paul Bunyan, he was the spitting image you’d find on vintage covers of the Hunky Lumberjack. He was a trainer at her gym and deemed untouchable by everyone because he was engaged.

  Untouchable? Challenge accepted.

  Sex was just sex to her, after all.

  As they chatted over cold brews, Frankie plotted how she would lure him back to her place, which just happened to be down the street. She was determined to unlock the mystery in his pants when her phone went off. It was Patrick. It had been a few weeks since she last heard from him. She felt it, from the moment she saw his name pop up on her phone; she was still captivated by his sex.

  Jeff caught her smiling as she stared at her phone. “Good news?” he asked curiously.

  It was decided then that she would put her conquest with Jeff on hold. As soon as they parted ways, she continued her conversation with Patrick.

  Patrick: My twin brother is in town visiting for a couple of days. We are going to come fuck you up. I want to give him you as a treat, while he’s in town. Will you be our toy?

  She was completely unaware that Patrick had a twin brother. This excited her as she had never been with twins before.

  Frankie: Ok!

  Patrick: Do you have any ropes to restrain your arms? We want to put you in complete submission and destroy you. Also, put on a hot outfit for us.

  Per his request, Frankie threw on a black bikini top on with a tight waist-cincher and short skirt with no panties. Black patent knee-high goth booths with buckles running along the sides matched the leather collar she had received as a gift from someone at her favorite BDSM shop. She answered the door in a long trench coat, hiding what was underneath. The ring from the collar poked out slightly, and as the twins entered her front door, Patrick yanked on it.

  “Good girl,” he said, obviously pleased that she had followed directions accordingly.

  Christian followed him inside. He was precisely identical to his brother. Frankie was seeing double, and this turned her on even more. Why it had taken her so long to scratch this feat off her “fuck-it” list was beyond her.

  Frankie dropped the trench coat to the floor, revealing her outfit. Patrick disappeared, leaving her alone with his twin. Despite having met barely five minutes prior, Christian didn’t waste any time. He grabbed her, pulling her close to him, and caressed her slowly from her lips to her collar down her chest until his hands met her pussy. He tossed her onto her bed, ordering her to display her ass for him. With her face buried into her sheets, she did what she was told, waving her firm butt in the air for him.

  Frankie was unaware of what was to come next. Christian startled her as he dove face-first into her ass and cunt. Like his twin, he was a giver. She li
cked her lips as his tongue glided slowly up the slit of her pussy to her perfect asshole. After Christian tongue-fucked her holes, Frankie didn’t want to waste any more time. She spun around to face his cock, which was identical to Patrick’s in every way. Wrapping her lips around it reminded her of the last two times she’d had Patrick’s in her mouth. Christian grabbed her by the back of the head and slowly started fucking her throat. As she gagged and cried, Patrick returned to join them.

  Like a well-directed porn film, Christian quickly moved onto the bed on his back, while Patrick readied himself for the next position, pushing Frankie on top of his twin. They were in such sync with each other; it was as though they had done this many times before. She climbed on top of Christian, sliding his hard cock into her tight little cunt as she faced him. Without hesitation, Patrick moved in, shoving his dick into the same hole that his brother was currently inside. Squealing, Frankie jumped.

  “It’s too small,” she said in agony. “My pussy. It’ll never fit the both of you.”

  “Sorry,” the twins said in unison.

  “It’s okay,” Frankie said breathing heavily. “Just do it here instead.”

  Recovering from the double-stuffed pussy surprise, she licked her fingers just before shoving them one by one into her ass with Christian still snug in her cunt. As her fingers worked their way up her ass, he began thrusting upward, filling her up slowly, while his twin worked his dick into her ass with her fingers still inside. A ferocious moan filled the room as the twins worked their cocks inside her holes.

  “Yes, fuck me!” she screamed as they double-penetrated her. She came hard, pulling her fingers out of her ass to grip the sheets right above Christian’s head. He pushed her gently off his dick, and moved it towards her butthole. The twins were now cock-to-cock in her hungry ass.

  They moved rhythmically as they shared the same hole, slowly fucking her, feeling her, and feeding into the way her body responded to their every move. She was moving on top now, backing her ass onto both their cocks, fucking them and controlling the depths at which their dicks moved inside her. They sat still for a moment as she did this, grabbing her ass and her hips. In their triangular embrace, Christian’s lips found hers, and they kissed. Patrick spanked her a few times just before her fingers found its way back in her ass again. She was triple-stuffed when she came again.

  The triangle finally broke. Patrick moved on top, fucking Frankie in her cunt again. He plowed his dick into her for a few thrusts before pulling out and blasting his hot load onto her face. Christian began pulling her by her hair, forcing her to crawl on her hands and knees towards the edge of the bed. With her face painted in his twin brother’s cum, he shoved his cock in her mouth. She sucked the cum straight out, feeling it shoot down her throat. After he finished, Christian left her motionless on her bed. Frankie was high again, unsure of what had just happened—not only had she fucked identical twins, but they double-penetrated her asshole.

  She worked her way from the bed to the bathroom, and walked in on the twins sharing her shower. This was clearly not the first time they had done anything like this before, and she wondered what else they might be into.

  As she got dressed, Frankie realized how much she liked variety (she could make an exception for twins). Everyone smelled different, tasted different, looked different. That was her favorite part. New partners meant new experiences, and this was something she craved. Frankie had lovers from different countries who were all young and old, male and female. Nothing seemed to satisfy her completely, and she loved that.

  After the twins walked out her front door and bid her goodbye, a sexy Australian messaged her.

  Frankie: Come over.

  And he did.

  TALES FROM CANCUN

  BY LOTUS LAIN

  Carla was everything her parents wanted her to be—intelligent, healthy, active, obedient, wholesome. Her whole young life, she had striven to fulfill the idea of a Squeaky Clean Teen Dream. She studied hard and received excellent grades. She was passionate about her participation in the student union, and her volunteer work feeding and clothing the town’s homeless. She was the kind of girl who would kindly reprimand her friends for smoking weed during the school week or drinking alcohol at weekend parties. And, of course, during her senior year of high school, three of the better universities in her home state of Arizona tried to lure her with scholarship offers. She did as her parents encouraged, and she never veered off course.

  Danielle, her best friend, was much more popular than Carla. She was an outspoken cheerleader and volleyball player. Carla admired Danielle’s athletically crafted physique, which was likewise admired by the boys. She dated any football or basketball player she wanted, from their high school or any other. Not as smart or gifted as Carla, but at that age, among their peers, that was hardly as important as Danielle’s perky butt in volleyball shorts.

  Leading up to the last week of high school, the buzz of senior trip was in the air. Loads of seniors from all four local high schools were planning on making an epic journey to the sparkling beaches of Cancun, Mexico. But Danielle had some disappointing news for Carla. When her parents had made her choose between her senior trip and a new car, Danielle chose … the new car.

  At first, Carla was upset, panicked even. How will I have a good time in Mexico without my best friend? Of the two girls, Danielle was far more comfortable making friends and snagging guys for them to make out with.

  The solitude of Carla’s vacation journey set in immediately. Neither her mother nor her father was able to drive her to the airport because of their work schedules, so she took an airport bus by herself and, once she got to the airport, watched as other high school seniors escorted onto the airplane by crying mothers and fathers—some even bearing bouquets of flowers for the send-off.

  Oh c’mon, she thought. Really?

  But once she was settled in her seat on the plane, her solitude began to dissipate, replaced by the excitement of a full week in Cancun as the others senior trippers yelled over seats, high-fived each other, took snapshots with disposable cameras, and frenetically buzzed about the adventures they were going to have, what with the legal drinking age in Mexico being eighteen. They one upped each other, anticipating how drunk they would get, which clubs they’d be partying at, and how many times they would get laid.

  En route to the airport, Carla tried to distract herself from the disappointment of not having Danielle with her by pondering things like the snorkeling in Cancun and its Mayan tourist sites, but here, in the midst of this excitement, a new leaf turned within her. A new sense of self. She was emboldened and empowered by her independence. Sure, she had the company of a couple hundred other graduating seniors from her hometown, but she didn’t really know them, having never hung out with them. She could leave her academic and overly responsible self in Arizona and let loose, indulging the part of herself she had never let surface for fear of being judged.

  Carla wasn’t a virgin, but one partner didn’t exactly classify her as a slut. But something within her wanted to let all that pretense go.

  Fuck it, she thought.

  As the plane descended on the shining city of Cancun, the teenagers on board cheered raucously and, ignoring the “fasten seat belt” sign, triggered their belts and jumped up in excitement. Carla, staying put in her window seat, stiffened when a cute, buff, milk-chocolate guy squeezed in next to her to look out the window.

  “Hey,” she said, noticing his deep dimples and big white smile.

  “You ready for a wild week in Cancun, baby?” he said. As Carla opened her mouth to answer, he continued, “I’m Patrick.” He stuck out his hand.

  “Paddy, check it out!” yelled someone a few rows back.

  “But all my friends call me Paddy,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I’m from Cali.” He sounded like he was boasting. “And you are?”

  Guys like this from her hometown wouldn’t normally give her this kind of attention, so Carla was a little surprised by how frien
dly he was.

  “A-A-Arizona,” she said. Patrick chuckled. She smiled bashfully. “I mean, I’m from Arizona. My name is Carla.”

  “Well, nice to meet you, Carla the Cutie,” Patrick said, shaking her hand. “Hopefully we can party together soon!” And with that, he jumped over to the next row of seats to high-five some of his friends as they congratulated each other on making it there. Carla settled back into her seat, basking silently in the excitement of her peers going nuts around her.

  The plane emptied out into a rudimentary-looking airport, which resembled something like a Greyhound bus station. The swarm of teens piled into rows of parked shuttle buses that would take them to their hotels.

  As Carla boarded her bus, it didn’t take her long to notice that this wasn’t a Greyhound. Bottles of Corona were being popped open and passed down the aisles to all receptive hands—the beer provided by the bus drivers themselves. Carla stowed her luggage overhead and, as she sat down, hesitatingly stuck out her open hand and intercepted a frosty Corona. She stared at it like she was examining one of the Mayan relics she hoped to spy on a history tour. She chuckled at the thought, raised the bottle to no one in particular, and, after a trepid sip, happily guzzled down the rest on the road to the resorts of Cancun.

  Because Danielle had left her hanging on this supposedly most epic vacation of their lives, Carla was plopped in a room with two other girls from a neighboring high school that had an extra bed. But upon their first interaction, Carla could tell these girls were much like Danielle—party girls. They brought multiple bikinis, where Carla had merely brought a single one-piece bathing suit. They unpacked thong panties and daisy duke shorts, as Carla unpacked cartoon-character-logo boy-style panties and Bermuda shorts. Carla hadn’t quite realized how childish and prudish she came across until she saw their tube tops and spaghetti-strap tank tops compared to her wide-strapped, full-backed tank tops.