101 EROTICA STORIES (50 page)

The reality of what had happened crashed into Emma. Her eyes widened in horror, but she didn’t loosen her grip on Mr. Carter’s body.

He must’ve seen something in her eyes, because he smiled and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Emma, Emma.” He chuckled. “What’s the matter?”

“Do you really need to ask me that?” she answered weakly.

He shook his head. “I’ve wanted to do that with you for the longest time,” he said quietly. “You’re so lovely, Emma. I knew I just had to have you.” He kissed her again, on the lips this time. “Don’t lie. I know you’ve had the hots for me too.” He shrugged. “I’ve seen it in your eyes, Emma. You are so obvious, you know that?”

Emma had to smile. She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation with Mr. Carter. Heck, she couldn’t believe she had fucked Mr. Carter, and in the bedroom he shared with Mrs. Carter at that! She knew she no longer need to worry about her babysitting job with the family. She was sold, and they were sold on her as well. Nothing’s going to change, of course, save for the fact that she and Mr. Carter would most likely be busy with, well, getting to know each other a little bit more.

She kissed the growing stubble on Mr. Carter’s chin. “Let’s just say I’m glad I slipped after all, Mr. Carter,” she said, giggling.

Mr. Carter laughed and tackled his babysitter again.

Emma was more than ready this time.

Mark and I have been best buds for ages. I am friends with her sister Angela, and we used to be neighbours. It was one of those depressing evenings for a female, when the damnable guy you are dating happened to find someone else who tickled his fancy. I lay on the couch, with a tub of ice cream on one hand and bags of chips and candies all around me. Yeah, you caught me. I am an emotional eater. When things go bad, I find great relief in being surrounded with food. This time, it’s not working.

My phone rang and I just looked at it, thoughts of Sean and that red dressed girl still vivid in my mind. I took a deep breath and munch on my chips. At least these chips are ever faithful and loyal. Damn all guys. I spooned some of the chocolate ice cream and licked at the spoon. I won’t let this thing happen to me again----ever. The phone rang and rang. I took it, determined to throw it away when I saw Mark’s photo blinking over and over. “Yes? I told you--- am not in the mood.”

“Trish, stop sulking there. It’s time to find go out. Come on, I’m starving.”

“I don’t want to go out. I have no energy to play all dressed up and put on my make up. I just want to be left alone.”

“Look, this isn’t like you. It’s not like you at all. I say I’d come over. I’ll cook or maybe we can get some pizza. Please?” His voice was irritating.

“No you won’t. You just want to see me to gloat and add more insult to injury. Look, I know I’ve been pretty mean all those times you had a bad time with the ladies. But please, I can’t bear being dragged down the gutter right now. I am so upset.”

“Please? I promise I won’t say a thing or two about that dickhead Mark. I really just want some company while I have dinner. You know how I hate having to eat all by myself.” He pressed.

I took at deep breath, knowing that there’s nothing that will faze him. “Fine. Will you bring me more Butterfingers?”

He chuckled. “Sure. I’d be there in ten minutes. Is your bulldog there?”

“Damn you. I said you can come over. Who gave you the license to malign my pooch? He’s a pug-----a pug!!!!”

“Okay. Just keep him out of sight while I’m there.”

I tossed the phone and lay back on the couch. I wanted to change clothes but I just feel too tired. Besides, Mark does not care even if he sees me in my Hello Kitty PJ’s. I hid my bunny slippers under the table. The moron will speak to anyone who’d care to listen about the pink “girly” things if he saw them.

Mark arrived a few minutes later bringing some hot Chinese take out. “What’s that?”

“Your favourites.”

“I thought you said pizza?” I asked, already craving for my pepperoni and cheese.

“And pizza. Hand me the phone.”

Dinner went well and surprisingly, he didn’t tease me. He was in fact solicitous and very attentive. Not once did he mention my jammies or the fact that my face is bare and all my freckles are exposed.

“So how have you been?” He asked.

“I dunno. I just don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“Right. There are a million guys out there, Trish. Believe me.”

It was then that something weird came inside my head. “Mark, look at me. Am I unattractive? Why do I always end up with all those jerks? Is something wrong with me?”

Like we always do when one of us is stressed out, I ended up in his arms. “Hush.” He soothed my back and rubbed my hair. For the first time in two days, I actually felt a lot better. I pulled out of his embrace and looked at him, only too grateful for this man in front of me-----the only constant man in my life, second only to my father. I remember all those times he’d been there for me and all at once I was possessed with a deep need to touch him. He’s a reminder that no matter how unlucky I am in love, I am still lucky that I have him.

My arms went behind his neck and I stared at him. The familiar face I’ve known for so long suddenly pulled me towards it. I locked my lips with his and it was the most natural thing in the world for me. I closed my eyes and gave in as Mark took over the kiss. He held my waist and ran his tongue inside my mouth. He is intoxicating and tasted delectable----like sinful cherry wine.

His hands were gentle and found the buttons of my top. I sighed as he kissed my neck and rubbed my silk pyjama top against my nipples. He undid my buttons completely and opened my top, revealing my breasts. It was the first time I stood almost naked in front of him and as I realized that, I covered my tits with my arms. “Trish, please don’t do that. Let me see how beautiful you are.” He cupped my face and kissed my cheeks, my nose, and my lips, all the way down to my neck. His hand went on my waist, moving upwards to tentatively touch my breast. I closed my eyes and let him do what he wants. I felt his hand on my belly, his other hand on my butt. He carried me all the way to the nearby couch and sat me on his lap, so that we were face to face. He bent down and licked my breasts, loving the way his tongue flicked on my nipples. “Oh, Mark...Please.” He sucked one nipple, while his other hand massaged the other breast. The combo made me so aroused and I felt a sexy slickness in between my legs. I stood up and in an instant, his face found the front of my pyjamas. I wasn’t wearing any underwear. As he breathed deeply, the warm air seeped through the fabric, reaching all my sensitive parts. “Tell me what you want Trish.”

I find it so hard to speak and so I just grinded my hips against his face, silently begging for him to taste me. Oh, he took the hint and in one move, I was all naked. He closed his eyes as he breathed in again. His warmth made me so wet and slick. I want him so much. He looked at me as his tongue started its exploration. I moaned as the velvet moving part of his mouth made love to my pussy. He used the tip of his tongue to tease my clit, while he consistently licked me like ice cream. I felt all my juices coming out of me and I held his head, grabbing him for support. “Oh baby...Oh baby...”He parted my kitty lips and licked me again and again and again until I was delirious and heady with arousal. “You’re wet for me?”

I smiled dearly and nodded. Pride filled his eyes and he continued to eat me, again and again until my moans filled the room. He inserted a finger inside me while he continued his languorous feasting. My hips moved like crazy, making as much contact with his mouth. The noises he made shot through me and soon, I was coming and bursting inside his mouth. He undid his pants and sat me on his lap again. His member stood erect in between us. He manipulated my pussy using the tip of his erection and again, my juices came. I closed my eyes and allowed my body to surrender to him. The silky tip of his dick felt so wild on my clit and it was all too much to bear.

I licked his hear and whispered. “Put it inside me, Mark. I want you so badly.”

With that, he kissed me and entered me at the same time. I gasp at his size and almost melted as he filled me entirely. He moved his hips and rocked me gently and I moved with him, my breasts jiggling with every move. “Faster, Mark! Faster!”

He moved in and out of me in a rhythm that drove us both wild. Our hips banged on each other and he held me tight, using his legs to propel in and out of me. He rubbed sexily against me and the friction was almost too hard to bear. I closed my eyes as I felt a big one coming. “More Mark. I’m coming!!!”

I came hard and strongly, my entire body possessed with a ticklish current. Mark held me and his face contorted with pleasure. “I’m coming Trish!” With that, he exploded, his heat sending another heat wave inside my body. He sagged in my arms and when it’s all over, wrapped me inside his strong arms. When it was over, we used my duvet as cover ate Butterfingers.

Tom kicked at a random pebble in frustration as he walked down the dark and silent street that led to his house. His future was over, he was sure of it. Coach had dropped the news early in the afternoon. Tom blew his breath out. No football team meant no sports scholarship, and no sports scholarship meant no college education. He didn’t know how to break the awful news to his parents. He knew, disappointed as they would be, that they would still send him to college anyway. His folks could certainly afford a college education for him, but with the scholarship around, why spend for something you could get for free?

He kicked at another pebble as he went deeper down the street. The pebble was a particularly large one, and when his strong kick sent the pebble flying toward one of the well-manicured lawns in the street, his sneaker slid off his feet and went with the pebble.

“Fuck!” Tom exclaimed.

He saw his sneaker had landed a little far off the Millers’ lawn, and as he went after it, he wondered briefly if Mara and Mindy Miller were home. Mara and Mindy were the Miller twins, blond bombshell beauties who were the stuff of his wet dreams and bedroom fantasies every night. The girls were the same age as he was, and although he was now light years away from the scrawny little kid they had first known, the girls still wouldn’t give him the light of day. Tom may be one of the most popular figures in his college, but when it came to the Miller twins, he might as well be nobody at all.

The house was as dark as the rest of the street, and he had a tough time finding where his sneaker was. He went farther up the Millers’ property. There was a lone light at the window at the farthest side of the house, nearly leading to the backyard. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw his sneaker had landed on the ground right beneath the lit window. He sighed in relief and went to retrieve it.

He was putting his sneaker back on his foot when he heard the sounds.

Tom frowned, adjusting his sneaker. He wasn’t sure he heard correctly, but the noises sounded like moans and soft, fluttering breaths. They were girlish and, although high pitched, were quite raspy.

He looked around him. There was no one else in sight. He squinted at the backyard, thinking maybe there were people out there, but he didn’t see anyone. Then his eyes fell on the lit window, and it was then that he realized the sounds were coming from inside.

Tom decided to take a peek, just to see what was going on. There was something about the noises that tugged at his tool between his thighs, forcing all thoughts about his bombed sports scholarship out of his mind. For now, nothing mattered except the moaning sounds.

The sight that met his eyes took his breath away. It was like he had been pounded in the gut by a three-hundred-pound guy. His breath caught in his throat, and his dark blue eyes, quite large enough to begin with, grew even larger.

The noises were coming from Mara and Mindy Miller. They were standing in the middle of the room, as bare as the day they had been born. They were holding each other in their arms, and their faces were pressed closed together.

Tom’s jaw hung open. His hand found the growing bulge between his jeans. He couldn’t believe his luck. Of all nights for him to be seeing something like this! With expert motions, he had unzipped his fly and was now cradling the dangling piece of flesh between his legs. His penis was stiffening, becoming larger and more erect. His hand began to make the familiar jerking motion on his own dick, and he turned his attention back to the twins.

Mara and Mindy Miller were even more stunning naked. The twins were tall and slim. Their legs looked like they could go on forever. The twins, although both blond, were fraternal, so it was easy for Tom to tell them apart. His eyes couldn’t take in enough the amazing sight that was in front of him.

Mara was holding Mindy close. Mindy was leaning back on Mara’s chest, her arms clasped behind her head. Mara’s hands were roaming all over the front of Mindy’s body. Tom’s tongue slipped out and ran over his lips as he took in Mindy’s body. Her large breasts bounced up and down perkily as Mara’s palms roamed over them. Mindy’s nipples stood out stiffly in all their pink glory. Her legs were spread apart, and her cunt was very visible to Tom’s eager eyes. Her pussy shaved clean, and the bare flesh seemed to call out to Tom. He could make out the pink glistening mound of flesh between Mindy’s long legs. The hand on his penis gripped harder and moved faster. His breath was now coming in short harsh gasps.

“Mar, that feels so good,” Mindy was saying breathlessly. Her head was thrown back, leaning against her twin’s neck. Her long blond hair flew out behind her, concealing Mara slightly. Mara now had one hand on Mindy’s cunt, and as Tom looked, Mara inserted one slender finger inside her twin sister’s pussy. Mindy’s breath came out in a hiss, and Mara planted her lips over Mindy’s graceful neck.

Mara murmured something. Tom was too far away to hear what, but he saw Mindy press her own hand over Mara’s and appear to push Mara’s hand deeper into Mindy’s cunt, pushing Mara’s finger in. Mara removed her mouth from Mindy’s neck and laughed. Her arm moved, and Mindy’s hand flew off from Mara’s. Mara smiled lazily and went on playing with her twin sister’s cunt. Mindy, meanwhile, was squirming and gasping out loud. Her eyes were shut, and she was biting on her lower lip.

“Man, oh, man,” Tom breathed. His face flushed, and his breathing grew more urgent. He felt his hand was a blur now. It was moving faster and faster over the entire length of his cock, which had now grown to its very considerable length. He was built to fuck, all right, as his buddy Ben had joked in the locker room. Up, down, up down his hand went on his penis. He made circular motions with his hand, and he had to restrain himself from crying out loud at the intense wave of pleasure it brought him. He pictured himself ramming his enormous cock into Mindy Miller’s pink pussy. He held out a hand to steady himself. His knees were growing weak now.

He watched with hungry eyes as Mindy cried out softly and shuddered against Mara’s body. When Mara removed her hand from Mindy’s cunt, he saw the hand was shiny and glistening with a clear and sticky fluid. Mindy’s come, he knew. Then his heart raced some more as Mindy faced Mara and wrapped her slender arms around her neck. Mara lifted her come-covered hand to Mindy, two of the fingers held out. Mindy looked at the hand with something like delight and, to Tom’s own delight and surprise, took the fingers into her mouth and began to suck on them.

Tom was now beyond himself. He had never seen anything so hot. He wondered what if would feel like to have his fingers inside Mindy’s pussy and then inside her mouth. He wondered how it would feel to stick his fingers inside Mindy’s glistening cunt and explore the soft, delicate flesh beneath, the soaked corners, and the swollen lips. He imagined her pussy flesh wrapping itself eagerly around his fingers, attaching itself to them the way bees do to honey. In his mental picture, Mindy moaned as his fingers made contact and began to move her hips in time to his thrusting. Her breasts would bounce as she rocked her hips, and he would take one swinging breast into his mouth and suck greedily on the pink erect nub that was her nipple.

Tom’s orgasm came all of a sudden. Unable to help himself, he cried out into the night as his penis released streams and jets of fresh come from his body. His brain refused to let go of his imagined scenery with Mindy Miller, not to mention the actual sight of the Miller twins pawing each other out, and he came again and again. He cried out once more into the dark before he grew slightly limp and had to rest against the wall to catch his breath.

He was reaching for his cock again when he heard Mara say, “Mind, did you hear something?” There was a sound of approaching footsteps.

Tom bolted from the Millers’ as fast as his feet could take him. His cock was hanging out in the open, but what the hell! He had seen enough action to last him a lifetime, and as he rolled into bed that night, he went into action himself.