The Eros Coin: Parts 1 - 5

by Molly Madsin

  I started at her toes and began by kissing and sucking them softly. Then I traced up her body with my fingers and mouth leading the way, until I got to the beautiful junction that I had lusted over for years. Leaning in close I inspected her; it looked like she had been recently waxed as there was not a hint of hair or stubble around her swollen lower lips. Looking at her mound it was as perfectly manicured as I would have expected, there was an inch-wide landing strip bleached the exact same color as the hair on her head, otherwise she was smooth as silk.

  Hearing Mr. Oliver’s heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, I stopped looking and began my plan of action. I started kissing and nibbling on her vulva, spreading her slit apart with my lips and fingers. Her gash was already gooey and seemed to be leaking more by the minute. My tongue dipped between her lips and lapped up her juices, causing the trophy wife to hold her breath. I ran my tongue up and held it over her very puffy clit and flicked hard and fast for a few seconds, her moans and gasps were loud and were surely heard by her husband, who was fast approaching the bedroom.

  “WHAT THE FUCK?!” the man bellowed, announcing his presence in the room. With The Eros Coin clutched tightly in my left hand, it burned into me as I directed the lumbering idiot to sit quietly in the chair in the corner of the room. His heavy body crashed back into it, signaling that he had followed my silent orders.

  With the man of the house taken care of, the plan was to present him with the show of a lifetime. With his young wife still responding to my touch I proceeded to eat her out as if hers were the last pussy on earth. My finger speared into her tight, wet cunt and my lips sucked and slurped over her clit. Before five minutes were up the blonde’s hair was a tangled mess; her head tossed from side to side repeatedly, as I brought her to the mountain top only to back off and let her come down a little bit, before I pushed her over the edge.

  This edging up and letting her back down, was just creating a taller and taller mountain peak and I knew that when she came it was going to be epic. Finally, I figured the tortured MILF had been teased enough and my mind asked her to beg for release. And boy did she beg.

  “Oh fuck, please let me come,” she whined, followed by a long chorus of, “Oh god, oh god, I’m so close, please, I just want to come!”

  With the proper motivation, my lips clamped around her swollen little nub while my tongue began to flick up and down the smooth bump, all while my two fingers started strumming her hidden G-spot with a perfect rhythm. With a groan that could have woken the dead, Wendy’s perfectly painted fingers grasped my head and held me to her seizing crotch. Then every muscle in her body tensed up and she arched her back emphatically. A long, high shriek came out of her mouth as she announced her climax.

  “Ohhhhhhh Fuuuucck, Miiiikeeyyy, I’m commming” she exclaimed after her ear piercing cry subsided. She came long and loud and I was beginning to wonder if her orgasm would ever ebb. But sure enough, her toes began to uncurl and her back returned to the bed and soon after her hands loosened their grip on my skull. It almost felt as if Mrs. Oliver had just sunk back into the bed and passed out.

  If she had passed out she was in for a rude awakening, I thought, as I climbed out from between her legs and positioned my steel pole at her very juicy target. Without any warning, I bucked forward and split into her, causing her high shriek to return. I started riding her hard and fast and she seemed to not only love it, but need it.

  Her red nails scratched into my back as I had her on the brink of another orgasm within just a few seconds. She pulled herself onto her elbows and her minty-fresh mouth sought mine, as we started a passionate kiss. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever experienced – having the sweet woman’s lips pressed into mine as she panted, moaned and groaned her way through her second orgasm of the morning.

  The passion of the moment was certainly having an effect on me as the tingling in my testicles told me that I was fast approaching climax. But since I had an agenda, I slowed my strokes down and went from fucking her hard and fast to screwing her long and slow. Mrs. Oliver showed no preferences as she just continued a steady stream of moans and cries every time my cock bottomed out or split into her.

  Mentally, I told Wendy to talk dirty to me, taking into account her husband watching silently just a few feet away. Wendy didn’t disappoint.

  “Fuck me with that big cock,” she started but continued a verbal onslaught that almost made me blush. “Oh god, I love your big cock.” “You’re so much bigger than my limp dicked husband.” “I can’t remember the last time I was fucked this good.” “Teach my husband how his slut wife needs to be fucked.”

  Each word out of the southern girl’s mouth brought me closer and closer to my goal. When she begged me to fill her with my “baby batter,” I lost it. I plunged forward, engulfing my flesh sword in her tight velvety sheath. As Wendy came loudly again, I pumped seemingly gallons of “baby batter” deep into her. Shot after shot firing straight against her womb and cervix, causing her pleasure to rise to even greater heights.

  Finally, spent, I slumped forward, my chest pressed hard against her firm bosom, her nipples seeming to cut into me as she locked me in a tight embrace and began Frenching me sensually. My slowly deflating cock was still embedded in the blonde beauty queen and her kisses were starting to bring it back to life. But while her kisses had me thinking about starting a round two with her, I still had plans to enact.

  Despite her weak protests, I pushed up and held still. My dick acting as a plug for her sperm and juice filled pussy. Internally, I directed Matt to strip naked and come to the side of the bed. I watched as the big lump followed my instructions. As he pulled off his briefs he revealed a small, squat dick; that didn’t surprise me in the least. No wonder Mrs. Oliver was so happy to get some real action, I laughed.

  As I pulled away, my dick unplugged the dam and it burst open. White, frothy semen combined with Mrs. Oliver’s clear juices came gushing out. At my orders, Mr. Oliver dove between his wife’s legs and began cleaning up the sloppy mess I had created. I watched as the horrible man ate his wife’s pussy and the contents inside of it as if it were to be his last meal. I remembered back to my Grandpa’s statement, “You can’t change people’s minds, if the desire wasn’t already there in the first place.” Clearly Mr. Oliver has had this desire before, I chuckled to myself.

  While the married couple was preoccupied with their cunnilingus coupling, I got up and began looking through Wendy’s bedside drawers. On my first pass I found exactly what I was looking for: a big black dildo.

  Wendy’s panting and moaning told me she was getting close to another orgasm, so I casually got dressed as I watched the elegant housewife wife grab hold of her husband’s balding head and shove him into her used cunt. Her orgasm was about to race out of her. For no reason, other than to torture her dickhead husband, I had her do a little more dirty talk, “Oh fuck,” she whined, “Yeah, that’s it, clean out Mikey’s pussy.” He seemed to eat her with even more gusto. “That’s it, that’s it…make me come Mikey,” she screamed.

  I was ready to go but I just needed a couple more things to happen. The first one happened within seconds; with her patented shriek, Wendy came hard all over her husband’s sloppy wet face. The second one required Wendy to pull herself off the bed, which after four or five orgasms in quick succession, was no easy feat. Still she did it and had her husband take her place on his back. Then she told him to spread his legs and close his eyes, which he did, as he anticipated getting return oral from his sexy wife.

  However, the only oral that Wendy was giving was to the big black dildo she now had in her hand. With her wet tongue she licked it and slobbered all over it, before carefully sliding it down between Matt’s legs. Then with the one hand ready to push the fake black cock up the douche bag’s rectum, the other hand slowly started stroking his small penis. As I walked out the door, I gave my last mental order.

  As The Eros Coin heated my fingertips I heard the man loudly groan, “OHHHH FUCK.”
And I knew Wendy had just plunged her thick black dildo up her husband’s ass. A smile came over my face as I got to the top of the steps. However, before I could go down them, I heard some words that I definitely did not expect, “Oh shit, oh shit...I’m coming,” the gruff voice announced. I shook my head and trotted down the stairs.

  Well, there’s a man who’s always wanted Vanilla ice cream, I thought.

  *****

  The day passed by quickly and before I knew it my mom was getting home, followed closely behind by my 18-year-old step-sister. We all ate dinner together and talked; although the only thing I wanted to talk about – The Eros Coin – was something that I knew couldn’t be discussed. So I just sat there quietly and listened to their conversation. When Susan, talked about going to some party at the college, I instantly knew what I wanted to do with my evening.

  After dinner, I asked my step-sister if she needed a ride to the party. With a shocked expression she nodded her head and said, “Sure, that’d be nice.”

  On the ride over to the college, I prodded her for a little information, with the help of The Eros Coin.

  “So who’s going to be there?” I asked.

  “Zoey, Amber, Ellie, Megan and a few guys,” she answered sincerely.

  “Is your boyfriend going to be there?” I asked; thinking about her idiot boyfriend made my skin crawl.

  “Oh hell no,” she said straight away.

  “Why not?” I prodded.

  “If he’s there, there’s no way I could hook up with Craig,” Susan said as she worked at putting her hair into a ponytail or twin pigtails, I wasn’t sure which, but I didn’t care, I wanted to ask her more questions.

  A devilish smile came to me. “Have you hooked up with Craig before?” I slyly asked.

  “Yeah, we fucked in his car, a couple of weekends ago, and I’ve given him a few blow jobs since,” she answered while looking at herself in the mirror of the passenger’s sun visor.

  “So why do you want to hook up with Craig?” I interrogated.

  “Because he’s got a huge cock and he can fuck like a stallion,” she replied as she painted her lips with a pink lip gloss.

  Man, I thought, wouldn’t the world be a better place if everyone answered as honestly as they do when The Eros Coin is being used on them?

  I continued to ask Susan raunchy, revealing questions and she continued to answer them as if she were taking a random quiz in Cosmo. Before arriving at the college, I found out that she’d had a lesbian fling, had a threesome with two guys, had also done Mr. Vargas, and gives out blow jobs like they’re Halloween candy. Fuck, my step-sister’s a slut, I said to myself. I couldn’t have been more proud.

  Pulling up to the college, I had Susan invite me along, which didn’t take any persuading. As we arrived at the dorm room I figured out that this wasn’t so much a party as much as it was a small meet up for couples trying to get laid. Besides Susan and myself, there were three other guys – Tom, Dylan and Craig – and just two other girls – Zoey and Ellie. Four guys and three girls. This was certainly going to be a test of my skills with The Coin.

  Susan immediately paired up with Craig, and before I could even see what he looked like, they were walking down the hall, presumably to fuck each other’s brains out. Zoey seemed happy to see me. However, Ellie, a cute, frail looking Asian girl, with short black hair didn’t seem to even notice me. But she sure did notice Tom, and I wondered if they, too, were going to partner up and start fucking straight away.

  Curious to see what I could do in a group setting I mentally ordered Ellie to remove her shoes and cuddle up next to Tom on the couch. She did kick off her shoes, but even with The Eros Coin working in my hand, she sat back down on the floor and just looked over at the seat next to Tom. I tried to get her to remove her top; instead she flopped back on the floor and stared at the ceiling. Not weak minded, I guessed.

  I moved on to Zoey and she had no trouble removing her shirt and sitting down between Dylan and Tom. I watched Ellie and saw she was jealous. I tried to control her again, yet even with her blood boiling because of the perky-titted Zoey moving in on her man, she refused to act. So I upped the stakes.

  Zoey’s hands now moved down to the college guys and began running up and down their legs. Ellie burned, yet all she did was watch. Then Zoey flipped off her bra and the guys started groping her luscious melons. Zoey fished out both of the guy’s cocks and began to slowly stroke them. Again Ellie shot daggers, but even with my mental suggestions she just sat there and drank in the action.

  Before long I didn’t even need to control Zoey or the guys, nature just took over. Before the next minute was up, she had shucked off her jeans, revealing she was going commando, and was down on her knees sucking Dylan’s long, thin cock, while still stroking Tom’s.

  I moved The Eros Coin to the tips of my fingers and rubbed a little extra hard and concentrated on Ellie. She stood up and walked a few paces toward the threesome, but once again, she paused and then walked out of the room. Well, fuck, I thought to myself, not being able to control Ellie was bothering me more than it should have.

  But with the live porn show happening right in front of me, I gave up on Ellie…for now.

  In the room, Zoey was now on her feet but bent over with her head in Tom’s lap. Dylan had moved behind her and was lining his cock up with Zoey’s tight entrance. The moaning around Tom’s cock, told me that Dylan had entered her and I watched the guy grab hold of her hips and really begin to go to town on the 18-year-old. In the meantime, Tom was enjoying the oral sensations that I knew so well; a twinge of jealousy sparked through me, but I laughed it off. I knew if I just thought about it, Zoey’s mouth would be wrapped around my dick in two seconds flat.

  The ménage continued on with the three of them trying a new position and a new hole every few minutes. After Dylan slammed her from behind for a little bit, Zoey climbed up on Tom and lowered herself on his fairly thick cock, riding him like he was a wild horse, fast and erratic. Then Zoey laid on her back and Dylan mounted her again, while Tom sidled up by her face and directed his cock to her lips, which she eagerly opened.

  Finally, Tom laid down on his back and pulled Zoey up on top of him, his cock easily slipped in to her wet hole and they started a leisurely fuck. Then Dylan knee walked behind her, spit on his thin dick and lined it up with her back door. Zoey felt the tip bump her tiny ass and turned around to discourage the frat boy, but he was undeterred and soon Zoey’s cries told me that his dick had pierced into her butt. At first her groans were more of pain than pleasure, but soon something changed – thanks in large part to The Eros Coin.

  Zoey began bucking back into the two cocks in her and with her hair tossing from side to side she started an earth shattering climax. The “Oh Fuck,” that escaped her lips was surely heard by the entire dorm, but she was lost in pleasure. The guys also didn’t seem to mind her vocals because they too were groaning and chanting expletives. With a nearly simultaneous cry from the sexing threesome, I watched three orgasms happen, back to back to back.

  First there was Zoey, with a strained cry I watched her muscles grow tense and her body jerk hard. No doubt her ass and pussy spasming were milking the guy’s cocks, and that sent Tom into his bliss. He thought of pulling out but The Eros Coin and I wanted to see him fill up the young slut, so through gritted teeth, Tom held Zoey’s hips tight and plunged up into her one last time, gyrating as if to drill into her even deeper. The surging sensation Dylan’s cock must have felt was likely mind blowing, because no sooner had Tom shoved up then Dylan had pulled out – again at The Coin’s bequest. With Zoey deep in her climax, Dylan’s cock went off like a firehose and sprayed her luscious ass and back with stream after sticky stream of white, ropey cum.

  While the three of them came down from their climactic high, I decided to go in search of Ellie. I didn’t have to go far; she was sitting in the hall a few doors down, undoubtedly listening to the sex noises that were coming from the dorm room. I sat down next to her
and started talking to her, but she was in no mood for chit-chat. Not long after I had sat down, Tom strolled out of the dorm room, and paused to look at Ellie and I before continuing on his way toward the other end of the hall.

  Sex sounds were once again coming from the dorm room, meaning that Zoey and Dylan were likely working on round two. Zoey’s lusty cries echoed in the hallway suggesting that Dylan was bringing her to yet another triumphant climax. That girl is insatiable, I thought.

  “Come on,” Ellie said loud enough that Tom could hear and grabbed my hand, actually touching The Eros Coin in the process. She stopped for a moment and looked down at my hand, but I quickly pulled it away and hid the coin in my pocket. Her delay was only brief because she grabbed my hand again and pulled me down the hall and into another dark dorm room.

  Ellie whispered into my ear, “I want to suck you, but let me change out of these clothes first. Wait here.”

  Eager to start something with the hot Asian girl, I stripped off my pants and whispered back, “Okay, hurry up.” She kissed me on the cheek and scampered further into the pitch black dorm room. I heard a murmur and the rustling of clothes before I felt Ellie’s hot breath around my groin. I moaned as her tongue snaked across my length before engulfing me into her hot mouth.

  She moaned as my cock filled her, driving me crazy with lust. Soon her mouth and tongue were moving over me in perfect harmony and then her warm hand reached up and began to fondle my balls. This girl knew her way around a cock, I smiled to myself.

  Before long, Ellie’s mouth was moving up and down my cock with ease. I felt her nose bury into my short curls and hold me still. My cock was in her throat and she was the one not wanting it to leave. I need to marry this girl, I said to myself, but a low moan was all that could come out of my mouth. Again I felt that wonderful tingling deep within and I knew that Ellie was about to get a mouthful – or throatful – of me.