55 Erotic Sex Stories (5 page)

They both admitted that they were very romantic men at heart and far from their native country.  The only solace they had was to spend a nice evening with a couple of very attractive women to wine and dine.

I took Angelo’s honest answer at face value.  I kind of liked the fact that they were not on the clock or getting paid by the hotel to walk us down the beach.  Some how if they were, it would seem like they were getting paid to escort us places and I really did not want to feel like I was so old or ugly that I needed to pay some guy to spend time with me.  I am sure my niece would have said the same thing if I asked her.  Now that we knew what the motivation was for the two strikingly handsome young men, I was much more at ease and could enjoy the evening for what it was.  I decided I would put all the questions I had about motivation and situation out of my mind.  The tropical island breeze and the ocean surrounded us and I wanted to enjoy every second of it.  I no longer wanted to be skeptical or negative about anything so I focused on the lovely environment by which we were surrounded.

The night was magical as we strolled along on a secluded stretch of sandy white beach.  The sand was so white it looked like snow in the moonlight.  Angelo turned to Amy and asked if she smoked.  I knew what he meant but I do not think Amy expected to see the joint he took out of his pocket.

The reefer was excellent quality.  I smoked a lot in high school and do not remember anything available that good when I was in school.

We stopped and sat on the sand.  Amy was pretty stoned and suggested we all go for a swim.  I was game, Angelo took little time stripping down to his boxers and I said, if we were going we needed to go skinny dipping.  Angelo and Bruno looked at each other and shrugged.  Down came the boxers.

Angelo had the most amazingly beautiful cock I had ever seen.  I thought his face was attractive but his penis made me shiver just looking at it.  When I kept staring at it, Amy got possessive.  She told me to stop gawking at hers, and to take a look at mine.  I turned my attention to Bruno and realized that his was just as magnificent.  When I noticed the similarities in their shapes and size, I asked the obvious and got the answer I expected.  It turned out that Angelo and Bruno were cousins from the isle of
Capri
off the coast of
Italy
.  We had hit the jackpot!

Forgoing the water, I pulled Bruno over to where I sat in the sand and knelt in front of his dangling cock like I was worshipping it.  I rolled it gently in my two soft palms and it responded instantly.  He became so excited I could actually see a drop of glistening pre-cum ooze out.  I instinctively extended my tongue to a point and licked the salty sweet droplet right off.

Amy, taking the lead from me, wrapped her lips around Angelo’s shaft - picking up where she had left off at dinner.  I glanced her way and saw her holding his thick, rock hard cock, at the base with one hand and massaging his ball sack with the other.  The sight of us both in our white sun dresses kneeling side by side in the moonlight while we sucked off two gorgeous and bare assed naked Italian cousins must have been a sight to behold.

Bruno moved behind me and lifted up my dress as I knelt on all fours, looking back at him. He ran his hands over my ass cheeks, caressing the soft skin as the moonlight bounced off them. He took a long breath and leaned, nestling his nose deep into my crack as he smelled my ass. His lips pressed against my pussy, and he began to kiss it through the soft material of my G-string. Amy was still busy sucking on Angelo’s cock, and I alternated between watching them and peering back at the top of Bruno’s head as he disappeared below the horizon of my back. He gripped the thin sides of my underwear and peeled them down to my knees, binding my legs together. Leaning back in to my ass he took another sniff, and then lashed his tongue over my anus, licking it passionately as I giggled.

Amy turned and looked to see what we were doing, and then rolled onto her back as Angelo kneeled before her, spreading her legs open. He stripped away her knickers, tearing them violently down her legs as she kicked them away. I watched eagerly as he lowered his head and began to taste her pussy, licking her clitoris firmly as he spread her labia apart with his thumbs. He rubbed his middle finger around her lips, coating it in her juices before sliding it inside. She gasped as he rubbed it over her g-spot, pushing his finger over the roof of her vaginal walls and pulling it back towards himself.

Bruno kneeled behind me with his rigid cock in his hand, rubbing the tip over my slippery labia. He teased me for what seemed like an eternity, denying me the feel of his thick penis. He finally slid in inside, pushing the walls of my vagina out as he penetrated me. My body rocked back and forth as he fucked me, slowly at first and then faster as the animalistic lust took hold of him. He spanked my ass, causing Amy to look up in shock, but she could see that I was in the throes of passion. As he slammed into me, my body was pushed forward with my fingers creating trails in the sand. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming out, but it was too much to take and I had to let something go. “Oh yeah! Fuck me!” I screamed at the top of my voice.

Amy giggled, and then Angelo came up for air, having been snacking on her pussy all this time. He leaned over her and kissed her on the lips, moving down her body to suck on her nipples as he cupped her breasts in his hands. I could tell he was a firm, but very sensual lover. His cock was solid and dangling in front of Amy, just inches above her crotch. She reached down to stroke it, barely managing to fit her fingers around its incredible girth. He pressed her legs further apart as she guided it slowly into her pussy. As it penetrated her, she leaned back with her elbows indenting the sand, and sighed as she watched it sliding in and out.

Bruno was still fucking me hard, but I needed to change it up a little. “Lie down” I ordered, and he did, holding his cock in the air ready for me. I unzipped my dress and let it fall to the ground as my knickers effortlessly continued their journey from my knees to my ankles. I kicked them off and then crouched over him, rubbing my pussy as he waited patiently. I slid his cock inside me, pushing myself all the way down on to it so that my labia were touching the flesh around the base. I started to grind my hips, thrusting them forward on top of him as he groaned with pleasure. I couldn’t believe I could take his whole cock, but sure enough it was all in there.

Amy watched in amazement with her head slightly behind me, no doubt she could see his cock sliding in and out of my pussy as I rode him. Angelo was ramming his dick inside her, and she was taking every inch that he could give her. He lay over her with his arms pressed into the sand, placing his head at the side of hers so he could kiss her neck and hear her filthy sex groans as she edged closer and closer to an orgasm. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed his chunky penis sliding in and out of her pussy, and as he nibbled on her ear lobes she started to moan uncontrollably. Her legs shook as she started to cum, and the sudden flush of sexual movement sent Angelo over precipice as well. Amy had grabbed hold of him and had him in a tight arm lock as he pulled his cock out, and he had no choice but to cum all over her chest. As she came down from her orgasm she released her grip and saw the large splatter of warm, salty cum that he had spurted onto her stomach, and up over her tits.

Watching them both cum was too much for me, and I could tell it was sending Bruno wild as well. I climbed off of his cock and knelt beside him as I wrapped my lips around the head, while I stroked the shaft. It did not take long for Bruno’s balls to tighten indicating his ejaculation was near.  I anticipated his climax and relaxed my throat taking the full length of his wonderful unit down the back of my throat.  In an instant he grabbed a handful of my hair and began shooting warm ropes of white salty semen down the back of my throat.  As I tasted his sweet juice I smiled slightly thinking about how I would love to send a video to my ex-husband while he sat in his rotting jail cell.

The gauntlet had been thrown. Laughing at our promiscuity, I told Amy that we were now in competition.  We would spend the rest of our vacation seeing who could get laid quicker and better than the other.  My favorite niece and I had escalated our relationship to a new and exciting level.

I  realized at a very young age the power a woman can have over a man.  I also realized that the power could disappear quickly after giving a man what he wanted.  In my case, a man always wanted one thing.  Every man I ever met wanted sex.  The fact embedded itself in my persona and became a part of my character.  I knew I could use sex to get what I wanted and what I did not want.  More importantly, a woman built like me could get just about any man I wanted.

I do not make the statement that I could have any man I want lightly.  In fact, I never would have realized it until it slapped me right in the face.  One time I met a guy at a party in college.  I saw him from across the room and could not stop staring at him.  He was gorgeous.  He had short black hair, dark features and an amazing body.  His smile lit up the room and all the girls were constantly flocking to him.  I just knew I had to meet him but I had no idea how.  He was clearly the hottest and least approachable guy on campus.

After a couple of hours and countless women approaching him he finally walked over to where I was standing.  My palms started to sweat and I could barely even look at him.  He finally said hello to me and introduced himself as Steven.  I stuttered and stammered for a few minutes but soon realized he was making all the conversation.

After about an hour of saying virtually nothing to the guy and drawing stares from all the other girls at the party, he asked if I wanted to take a walk.  I had loosened up a little from his charming conversation.  I realized that I not only liked his looks, but that his personality was quite engaging.  I also felt like the focal point of distain from the other girls in attendance so a break from the spotlight sounded good at the time.

To make a long story short, Steven and I wound up sleeping together that night.  I never thought I was very attractive but after the sex, which was wonderful, he spoke candidly to me.  He explained that because I was very modest it made my exceptional beauty even more alluring.  He pointed out my finer points like my delicate and sultry features and told me that my body was perfect.  I never contemplated my image from a boy’s perspective, but after he and I had the conversation I began seeing myself in the eyes of the opposite sex.

Even though Steven and I did not have a relationship that lasted past my sophomore year in college, I credit him with enlightening me and building my self esteem.  I am not a conceded person but I began to take much pride in my appearance.  I began noticing the way men looked at me and after a few mistakes I realized the power I had as an attractive and sexy woman.  I began to contemplate the value of my looks and appreciate my newly discovered intellect.  I decided I would use my feminine abilities to advance myself as far as I could.

I finished college and took my first job as a secretary in a medium sized law firm in the city.  I was one among thirty other assistants in the firm.  Most of the other women were young and attractive like me with the exception of the senior partner’s secretaries.  They had been in the firm since the five senior partners started it and were at least twenty years older than most of us other girls.  The most outstanding component to their collective personality was that they acted like they were better than us younger and less tenured assistants.  I was not about to let some old hag determine the course of my future so I quickly went to work using the two most effective weapons in my arsenal, my brains and my looks.

The first opportunity I got, I accepted an offer to have drinks after work with two of the senior most partners.  Robert, the co-founder of the practice, and his partner invited me and another one of the newer secretaries to join them for a couple of drinks across the street after work.  Much to the chagrin of the miserable old hag assistant, I accepted.

The martini lounge across the street from our building was very chic and trendy.  Apparently Robert spent quite a tidy sum of money at the establishment because the staff attended to him like some exotic Sheik.  After a few Cosmopolitans my young coworker began to show her buzz.  She and Robert’s partner began to get a little cozy.  She began to giggle and squirm like a little school girl.  I took notice of the wedding rings all three of them were wearing and formulated the picture rather quickly.  I of course was not married at the time, but knew all too well the allure of strange sex.

Robert was a lot less forward than his partner Steven.  Robert took the more intellectual approach to seduction; Steven was more like a bull in a china shop.  Mary and he were past the giggling stage and were now in the “touchy feely” stage.  He put his hands on her knees as he pretended to listen to her babbling while she flashed her rather prominent cleavage for his visual pleasure.  Robert and I watched, making comments, and trying not to mention the four hundred pound gorilla sitting right between us.