30 Depraved & Wicked Stories 2

by Heather Monroe

  Erica locked eyes with me via the mirror. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

  “Not yet,” I said,

  “But I want your cock inside me,” she said in a pouty voice.

  “And you’ll have it,” I said, dropping to my knees. “Just not quite yet.”

  I pulled her skirt up and yanked her panties to the side, freeing up her pretty little freshly-shaved pussy, then dove in, smashing my face against her ass.

  “Okay,” she said reluctantly. “If you insist.”

  I didn’t reply. I was too busy licking her pussy, running my tongue up the length of it, starting at the bottom and making my way up, putting just enough pressure that she could feel it against her lips but not so much that my tongue entered her.

  “Holy fuck you’re good at that,” she said in a breathless rush as she moved her ass against me.

  “I learned from the best,” I said, taking a moment to catch my breath before diving back in.

  This time I went after her a little more forcefully, making my tongue rigid and sliding it deeper into her pussy and working it around, exploring her insides.

  “Oh my god that feels so fucking good,” Erica said. She reached back and spread her asscheeks, giving me deeper access. “That’s right,” she said. “There you go. Fuck that dirty little snatch with your tongue. Give it to me good.”

  She released one of her asscheeks and used her free hand to grab the back of my head and hold it against her, smothering me with her flesh.

  There was enough air to breathe, but barely. My entire world consisted of Erica—her smells filling my lungs, permeating my pores.

  Eventually she released me. I had no idea how long I was pressed against her flesh and to be honest, I didn’t really care. I loved every second of it. But now it was time to giver her what she wanted.

  I stood up and pressed my body against hers. My cock was still stiff; harder than ever, in fact. Eating pussy turned me on just as much as getting blown. I was weird like that.

  “I want you inside of me,” Erica said.

  “All in good time,” I replied. “We’re in no hurry. I want to mess with you some more.”

  “Real quick?” she asked, turning her head up and back so she could look directly at my eyes without the help of the mirror. “Please?”

  I tilted my head and gave her a look of concern, pretending like I wasn’t going to honor her request. In reality I just wanted to hear her beg for me to fuck her some more. “I don’t know . . .” I said, trailing off.

  “Come on,” she said, her voice full of need. “Just for a couple of seconds. I want to suck my juices off your cock.”

  “Well, in that case, I guess I can give you what you want,” I said.

  Erica smiled and clapped her hands together.

  “And only if I can take you from behind,” I said.

  “Whatever you like,” she replied.

  I grabbed a handful of her hair and turned her so she was facing the mirror straight on. I didn’t have to tell her what I wanted. Erica knew.

  I released my hold on her hair and shifted slightly, giving myself a better angle as she licked the mirror then began kissing it, creating the illusion that she was making out with her twin. Her lipstick left marks on the mirror and it fogged up just a little bit from her breath, discounting the illusion somewhat, but it was still hot as hell.

  I slapped Erica’s ass again, causing her flinch and moan. She caught my eyes in the mirror and used them to beg me to fuck her.

  So I obliged, stepping in closer to her and spreading her legs. I grabbed ahold of my cock and smacked it against her ass a couple of times, then slipped it into her waiting pussy.

  Erica gasped slightly and bit down on her bottom lip as my cock slid effortlessly into her. Pressing my body up against hers, I wrapped my arm around her neck and held her in place while I worked my cock in and out of her pussy while her ass grinded against me.

  It felt so good that it was difficult to stop, but I forced myself to, much to Erica’s chagrin, which was reflected by the sound of disappointment coming from her mouth. Apparently she’d thought once I stuck my cock into her it would be impossible for me to pull it back out. And at one time she would have been absolutely right. But not any longer. Thanks to her, in fact.

  “Just a little bit longer,” she said, catching my eyes in the mirror.

  I shook my head.

  “Why not?” she asked, pushing her ass up against my cock, pressing it into my stomach. “Doesn’t it feel good to have your cock inside me?”

  “It feels great,” I said. “But you said it yourself earlier; just a couple of seconds of fucking. Besides, I only agreed to this because you said you wanted to suck your juices off my cock.”

  “And I do,” Erica said. “But I want it nice and coated first. Just a couple more seconds should do the trick. Please?”

  “Fine,” I said in mock annoyance. “I’ll stick it in you again. But don’t say I never give you what you want.”

  “You always give me what I want,” she said. “That’s why I adore you do much.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said feigning irritation. “But one of these days I’m actually going to stand up to you.”

  Erica reached down and grabbed ahold of my cock. “Feels like you’re standing up right now,” she said as she guided my cock into her pussy. “Yep, you’re standing up real tall.”

  Without warning, she backed her ass into me with enough force to almost knock me over. I grabbed ahold of her shoulders for balance as she slammed back into me three, four, five times, before pulling off and spinning around and dropping to her knees in front of me.

  Smiling up at me, she took my cock in her mouth and worked just the tip with her lips for a few seconds before swallowing more of my cock, a little bit at a time, cleaning her juices off it without getting her hands involved at all.

  Erica bobbed her head back and forth, taking my cock further down every time, until she had made it disappear completely. Still looking up at me, Erica deepthroated me for a good five seconds before pulling her head back.

  “I love the taste of my pussy,” she said after taking a moment to catch her breath. “Especially when I’m licking my juices off your cock.”

  I laughed under my breath and shook my head, marveling at just how lucky of a bastard I was to have ever crossed paths with Erica.

  “You like when I talk dirty, don’t you?” she asked, keeping a firm hold on my cock as she stood up.

  “That’s an understatement,” I said.

  She pressed her body against mine and leaned in to whisper in my ear while gently jerking me off.

  “What about when I tell you what I’m going to do to you?” she said softly, seductively, her tits pushing up against my chest. “Do you like that too?”

  “Yes,” I managed to croak out.

  “I thought so,” Erica said, her lips practically touching my ear. “So here’s what’s going to happen. First I’m going to lead you over to the bed. Then I’m going to lie you down on your back. After sucking your cock for a little while, I’m going to climb atop you and ride you until you’re ready to cum.”

  I literally shivered with excitement, not only in anticipation of what was to come, but also from hearing Erica so shamelessly and explicitly telling me about it. Just hearing the words coming out of her mouth was enough to make me want to blow my load.

  “But when you’re ready to cum,” Erica said, “I want you to tell me, so I can finish you off with my mouth and force you to blow your load all over my face.”

  I gulped hard and took a deep breath, trying in vain to maintain my cool.

  Erica saw me struggling and flashed me a little smile. She knew exactly what she was doing to me and was loving every second of it. Just as I was.

  “Does that sound good?” she asked.

  I nodded my head. I couldn’t have spoken if I’d wanted to.

  “Then come on and let’s get started,” Erica said, keeping a firm hold
on my rock hard cock as she turned her body. She walked towards the bed, leading me along behind her by my cock.

  Once we came to the bed, she spun me so my back was facing it then gave me a little push on the shoulders. I fell onto the bed, my back to the covers and my eyes to the ceiling, then scooted back a bit until I was situated in the center of the mattress.

  Erica climbed onto the bed, crawling on her hands and knees up to me, spreading my legs as she moved forward, stopping once her head was hovering just above my cock, which was sticking straight-up of it’s own accord, without any help whatsoever.

  “A little excited, are we?” Erica asked, sporting a wry smile.

  “Just a bit,” I said, returning her grin.

  “Well, let’s see what we can do about that,” she said, grabbing the base of my cock. She smacked it against her cheek a couple of times and then wrapped her lips around the tip.

  Staring up at me, Erica worked the head of my cock with her mouth and the shaft with her hand, both working in unison. It wasn’t long before she was taking my cock deeper into her mouth, more than halfway, still jerking me off all the while.

  Half a minute later, she pulled her head off and dropped a little further down. Still jerking me off, she took my balls in her mouth and suckled on them, first one at a time, then both together, continuing to maintain eye contact the whole time.

  I shifted a bit and took a deep breath and held it for a moment before letting it out, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but it was extremely difficult to do so with Erica working my balls so expertly.

  Reading my body language, Erica released my balls from her mouth with a pop.

  I sucked in a short breath at the sudden absence of pressure, eliciting a giggle and a grin from Erica.

  “It felt that good, huh?” she said.

  I nodded, laughing a bit myself.

  “Are you ready for me to ride you?”

  I nodded again, more emphatically this time.

  Her grin growing wider, Erica rose up higher onto her legs and crawled forward until she was straddling me, one leg on either side of my hips, her knees on the bed, her ass resting on my hips. Reaching around to grab my cock, she lifted her body up just enough to slip my cock into her pussy, then dropped back down onto me.

  I took a deep breath and held it as my cock slid into her. It went in without resistance, her pussy warm and wet and inviting, comfortable and familiar and wonderful.

  “Holy shit,” she said, staring down at me. “Your cock feels so fucking good inside me.”

  I wanted to make out with Erica while she rode me, so I pulled her head down to mine and stuck my tongue in her mouth. She made a surprised little sound and kissed me back, her tongue flicking around in my mouth while she moved her body up and down on my cock.

  She had started slowly but steadily picked up the pace, until it was no longer possible for us to continue making out while we fucked.

  “You like it when I ride your cock, don’t you,” Erica said, her face slightly above mine so she was looking down on me, her eyes holding mine, challenging me, daring me to look away. “Do you want me to go faster?”

  I nodded.

  Erica obliged, bouncing on my cock with more speed, her ass slamming down onto me at the bottom of every thrust. Her breath was starting to come faster now, as was mine. Low moans escaped from both of our throats.

  “Like that?” she asked between breaths. “Is that what you want? Me slamming down on top of you?”

  I nodded again, smiling now, then ran my hands up above her hips and helped her along, moving her body up and down in time with her gyrations. I also got my hips involved, bucking up against her every time she bottomed out, forcing my cock deeper up inside her.

  This last part seemed to have a big effect, causing her to drop an f-bomb every time our bodies came together. Her breath had grown more intense, more ragged, and I knew from experience that she was getting closer to orgasm.

  Erica shifted positions a little bit, lifting her legs up so she could ride a little higher on me and putting her hands on my chest to give her more leverage. Now she could hammer down on me even harder, giving me all her weight with every thrust.

  I was right on the edge between pleasure and pain and loving every second of it. The one big benefit to being this close to the edge was it left me in no real danger of cumming. It felt good—great in fact—but that little twinge of pain kept me from completely losing myself. Erica knew this, which is why she was straddling the line so beautifully.

  Erica, of course, had no incentive to hold off on her orgasm. Unlike me, she could just power through without slowing down one bit, riding the wave of fucking from one orgasm to the next without taking a break.

  Which is exactly what she did, tensing up for a moment before cursing under her breath and releasing a river of pussy juices all over my cock. Smiling a little bit wider, she leaned forward and slipped her tongue into my mouth, still riding me all the while.

  After making out with me for a short time, Erica broke off the kiss and leaned back past ninety degrees, putting her hands on my knees for balance, changing the angle of penetration and putting more pressure on my cock. Her head was tilted up, her eyes were turned towards the ceiling, and the hollow of her neck was exposed. Her stomach muscles were showing beneath the tanned skin of her flat stomach and her tits were pressed out, looking perkier than ever.

  I just couldn’t resist. I reached out and cupped my hands underneath them, lifting them up and arching her back even further backwards. She had stopped bouncing on and now was grinding forward and back against me, my cock all the way inside her, completely engulfed by her pussy.

  I was pretty far along now, just trying to hold for as long as possible before I came. To that end, I squeezed Erica’s tits, hoping to focus my attention on something other than my imminent orgasm. It helped, but only for a moment, as Erica enjoyed it so much that she started riding me with more intensity, hammering her body down on mine once again.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I said, unable to hold on any longer. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

  Erica quickly climbed off me and the bed and dropped to her knees on the carpet. Remembering what she’d said earlier, I scrambled to my feet until I was standing over her, my hard cock right in front of her face.

  Erica grabbed ahold of my cock and started jerking me off. She wasn’t gentle, which was a nice change. All the girls I’d been with since I’d been to college didn’t use enough force; it was as though they thought they were going to hurt me. But not Erica. She knew exactly how much I could take. She jerked me off like I jerked myself off, which is no small feat.

  Because of this, it wasn’t long at all before I was ready to shoot my load. “Holy shit,” I said under my breath, giving Erica fair warning.

  “Are you ready?” she asked, still jerking me off as aggressively as before. “Are you ready to blast my face with your cum?”

  I nodded, my breath deep and ragged.

  “Then what are you waiting for?” Erica asked. “Give it to me already. Paint my pretty little face with your cum.”

  So I did, tensing up for a brief moment before releasing with a rush, shooting streams white sperm out of my cock. Erica continued jerking me off intensely as I came, sending my cum everywhere; all over her face, her hair, her neck, her tits. The first couple of streams were huge, then they were progressively smaller after that, until they petered out completely after seven or eight spurts.

  Erica used her mouth to extract the last few drops of cum from my cock before popping it out of her mouth.

  “Holy shit that was a huge fucking load,” she said, looking up at me with a smile on her cum-covered face, which was so fucking nasty and wonderful that I could already feel my excitement building again. “Is it always that big?”

  Laughing, I shook my head. “Not even close.”

  “That’s because none of the other girls are as good as I am.”

  “They’re not even in t
he same ballpark,” I said, flopping onto the bed, my back to the covers, my face towards the ceiling. “You’re the best.”

  “You’re not too bad yourself,” Erica said, dropping onto the bed next to me. She grabbed a handful of the comforter that was lying atop the bed and used it to wipe the remnants of my cum off her face.

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  While Erica was cleaning herself up, I turned onto my side and just looked at her, following the lines of her body, from her exquisite neckline to her relative small but perky tits to her washboard stomach to the subtle little bump between her legs and all the way down to her knees. I still couldn’t believe the dumb luck that had allowed me to find myself in the position I was in. It was simply unbelievable.

  It wasn’t until I returned my gaze to Erica’s face that I realized she’d been watching me the whole time. She was wearing a little grin and one of her eyebrows was raised slightly.

  “Do you like what you see?” she said.

  I nodded. I didn’t want to say anything for fear of getting sentimental. There was nothing that ruined the mood like getting all weepy.

  “You know, you’re not too bad to look at yourself,” Erica said.

  “Stop it,” I said, blushing. I’d never taken compliments well.

  “I’m serious,” she said, running her hand down her stomach and positioning two of her fingers between her legs. “Just looking at you makes me all hot.”

  I kept my eyes locked on hers but could still see that her arm was moving, pushing her hand back and forth, rubbing her pussy as she talked.

  “Your rugged but boyish looks, that thin but strong frame, and most of all, that gorgeous cock of yours, which is still going strong, I might add.”

  I glanced down between her legs and saw that her hand was moving more quickly now, her fingers pressing down on her clit, rubbing in a circular motion. I took a deep breath and tried to swallow. Despite having just cum less than a minute ago, my cock was still sticking straight up, rearing to go. And the more I watched Erica play with herself the more excited I got.