101 EROTICA STORIES (123 page)

She saw Bruce’s eyes go white when she was seated at his abnormally large dick. To make her partner even crazier, she circled her hips around like playing a hoola hoop. This made Bruce moan as he felt an extremely tight yet wet pussy covering and massaging his dick. Doreen was not aware but her pussy was the best Bruce had ever tasted. It was just built to give extreme pleasure to mankind.

“Doreen baby, I think I’m about to cum. You’re pussy is just intense. Oh fuck,” said Bruce.

“Cum? Too early babe. Try to control it or I’m gonna hurt you again. Don’t make me do that,” replied Doreen.

Bruce, thinking that being put in a frightful (and painful) experience once again would already be intolerable, controlled his cum from flowing over his big penis’ body. He always knew how to control it every time he fucks with a lady but there was just something with his partner that made him seem like a teenager. The pleasure was just lingering at the root of his penis.

Doreen now commenced with the motion. She was the one who dictated the pace of the fuck fest. She placed her hands on Bruce’s chest and planted her feet hard on the bed. After that, she lifted her ass, placed it down once again, and lifted her ass again, down yet again, ass up, down, up and so on. Her pussy is just slippery that it facilitated a smooth in and out movement.

She was practically fucking with Bruce – literally.

Bruce was used to be the once who fucks with his partner but the one he is experiencing that moment was different. It placed him in an entirely new world where he wishes to throw everything away and just fuck. All he could see was Doreen’s image illuminated by his dim lamp. Her eyes were closed, she was biting her lips while giving out gentle moans, and her boobs were bouncing up and down like jellies. Everything was just perfect but worse for his dick, which was minutes away from explosion.

“Hey Doreen, you about to cum?” he asked.

Doreen just ignored and thereafter said, “Shut up. I’m almost there.”

But Bruce can’t take it anymore. He was beginning to feel his cum overflow because controlling it reached the point where it was not enough. However, Doreen was still grinding. Then in a risky but urgent need, he planned for something to satisfy his urge.

“Doreen, I’m sorry.”

Bruce instantly lifted his ass up to corner Doreen’s pussy and spill all filth that was inside him. When his hands were already secured to the ass, he released and felt all the cum explode like grenades going in on a staggered basis. It was pretty endless. His sperm was flying straightly inside Doreen’s system and he did not care. All that mattered was his extreme joy of fucking was released with someone who the entire school wants to fuck with. It was very priceless.

On the other hand, Doreen expected this to happen. What she felt inside her was a series of hot fluid occupying her insides like a tidal wave. It was so intense that it gave her a pinch of pleasure, though not enough to send her to orgasm. But she has to act in order to commence with her antics.

“OH BRUCEY BABY THAT IS FUCKING DELICIOUS! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME EVERYDAY. YOUR CUM IS SO HOOOOOT!”

Bruce was pretty convinced with this and even dug deeper inside Doreen’s pussy. But by the time his ass was already tired of stretching, he returned it to rest.

After that round of fuckathon, Doreen stood up to clean her defiled body. While doing so, some sperm Bruce had cast inside her dripped on the sheets then eventually to the floor. But they did not care. Doreen went inside the comfort room to fix herself.

Bruce was breathing hard and at times, his body would shake because of extreme pleasure. By the time Doreen exited the restroom, she was once again holding her belt and started to hack him again. Bruce just gave in. Anyways, he knew that he was getting another round after that and his body is too painful to feel another pain from coming. It was perfectly fine for him.

After their hot and steamy sex, Bruce and Doreen just laid down on the bed. The latter only released the former when she was sure that her sexual urge was completely satisfied.

“You were so wild,” said Bruce, who felt rejuvenated because of fucking Doreen’s pussy.

“
Am I? Hahaha. I was just being curious and tried out something new. Usual sex is too mainstream and I believe that humans should be radical. Did you enjoy it by the way?”

Bruce replied surely as he said, “Of course. I have to admit it. Even though your lashes were extremely painful, the feeling was the best.”

“Well, that’s good to hear. Sorry about those lashes. I think I’ve gone a little too much.”

“No. It’s fine. I liked it so it’s just alright.”

A momentary dead air filled the room after that conversation. Bruce was just staring at the ceiling as Doreen watched the news. The news’ headline was a rumored vampire who was reported to be seen around Bridgettesville. Doreen gave no shit about that topic and decided it was a waste of time to even open it up with Bruce.

When the deafening silence was already too much, Doreen gave the first word:

 “You almost killed me back there. You really are a good prankster. Even on the road leading here, you just ran too---“

“What road are you talking about?” asked Bruce, who genuinely seemed bewildered.

“The road. You ran in front of my car right?” replied Doreen.

“Hey, I did no shit. Like, seriously.”

Doreen’s fear once again resurfaced.

If that thing was not Bruce, then who the fuck was it? My imagination? But it was too real.

After her realization, Doreen just gave in and decided to give Bruce a chance to fuck her once again without any pain.

Little do Bruce and Doreen know, there was something in the trees watching their activity.

*****

Hours ago in Bridgetesville…

An old truck was roaming around the town. No resident recognized the truck because it was seemingly an unfamiliar one. It has the sound of an unmaintained engine to it, more like a bigfoot in terms of audibility. Everyone was irritated because of this. The man driving it was irritated as well but he had no choice. It was the only vehicle he managed to drop by at the outskirts leading to the town.

He even was almost hit by an old Cadillac driven by a hot chick when he chased after the truck.

It was at the dark of the night while the truck was roaming around Bridgettesville. The driver inside it does not know where to go. All he wanted was to find somewhere to live before sunrise, and then meal-finding would come thereafter.

Every place he went was already occupied. It was about nine at night so he had a couple of hours to kill. And just in case he fails to find one, a motel would surely do. But it’s quite risky. It offered no privacy because any chambermaid could come and peep anytime. He can’t trust anyone when it comes to his life.

Little did he expect, hunger came a lot earlier. His tummy was now grumbling and caused him to feel weak. It was his specie’s fault. He can’t control hunger not because he wants to, he can’t control hunger because it is his character – a purely natural one dictated by destiny. So driving a lot faster that time, he quickly searched for a meal to restore the imbalance that bothers him.

After a few minutes of quick-searching, there was something that heightened his sensitive senses. A small boy was walking at the pavement a block away. He can see it with his falcon eyes. Stepping at the gas a little harder, the man pursued his meal. He was about a meter away from the boy when the door at the house behind the latter opened. It seems to be the boy’s father.

The man grew irritated with this. He knew that causing a commotion would do him no good that time. His latest victim, the owner of the truck he’s driving, was reported to be lost and it would surely spread like forest fire in the news. He heard it in the radio so it has probably reached the television. He decided to drive further.

An hour dropped and still, his stomach was empty. He thought why the residents were too disciplined. While he was contemplating, his fingernails grew longer.

He knew that there was no time to waste. His mind was also beginning to blacken out and his ultimate fear was to transform, where reason gets overshadowed by extreme aggression. He was shocked to learn that his nose flattened out and his eyes were turning red when he viewed the rear-view mirror.

The man opened the truck door and ran away. He knew that his natural speed would be more efficient to land a meal. Everything was falling all around because of the dim lights that flashed before him. He should eat by now.

In the middle of his stealthy run, he heard a wild bark.

It was a huge great dane.

The man, without second thought, jumped at the dog and ran at his ridiculously fast speed. He brought the poor dog at an alley behind the town hall. There, he drank the dog’s blood dry.

After eating, he noticed his mind turn a little more lucid and the sharp fingernails were gone. It gave him about an hour of being in a normal state before transforming again. He realized the truck was too slow and distracting and that walking was the better option.

The man started to walk around the town. It proved to be a better choice because his blind trip gave him several more dogs to feast upon. Dog blood is not as satisfying as human blood, but it offers a good substitute especially when time if of the essence.

A long period of walking landed him in a new residential area. It was as silent as the places he visited but there was a faint sound far away, coupled with a scent that he seemed to have encountered hours ago. He hid behind a tree and waited for the sound approaching.

It was the old Cadillac driven by that beautiful lady.

He knew that the girl would make a beautiful meal and fuck partner. He planned to drink half of the girl’s blood to make her weak and thereafter do the fucking. It was as easy as one two three and a textbook method of fucking for years.

The girl stepped down the car. This hinted the man to prepare for a one-burst flight. It would take about a second to fly to the place. All he wanted was to capture that perfect moment to catch his meal without noise.

“Okay, this is it,” he whispered. It was the first time words came out from his mouth that night.

When he was about to fly towards the girl, another figure distracted him. A tall and broad man dressed in black. It also entered the same house but this time, at the back part. The man wondered because it seems to be hiding from the girl. Before he set his eyes back to his prospect, the latter was already gone.

“Fuck this. She went inside.”

The man flew up the ceiling to know what was going on. He heard the girl’s heartbeat. She must be scared, he said to himself. Though he was not seeing the girl inside, he was nonetheless feeling it. He, thereafter, felt the girl walked and after another set of minutes, screamed.