15 Erotic Stories BUNDLE: Huge Collection of Individually Sold Short Sex Stories (13 page)

I had a striking figure too, but it was much leaner and harder than Beth's. I have B-cups, and the rock climbing keeps me in tone, especially my legs and arms. Many of my female friends had mid-20's pudginess. All those years of excess when they were teenagers caught up with them. Then there was the complacency that comes with steady relationships. I'd been single for fairly long time by then, so I was always looking good, just in case I found the right someone. The tall roofing guy, Pierre, seemed very interested in me. He tackled me a couple of times in the surf. My body responded to his touch, and my mind was made up: I absolutely had to shag him that night.

Although playing around in the water was vast amounts of fun, the cold air was getting to me. I suggested we make our way back to the bonfire. The others agreed, and it was Beth who said we should keep our clothing off while we sat around the fire. Everyone was a little horny, I'm sure, and there were no objections to the plan. The guys knew that at least two of them would be getting lucky that night.

We collected the discarded clothing, and put it in a pile inside the lounge of the beach house. James and I got some glasses, ice and Amarula Cream. We wanted to chill for bit, not get blind drunk. Beth went upstairs to get something from her bag. She joined us a couple of minutes later at the fire, carrying her traveling weed kit. She'd brought with some compressed Swazi Gold. I poured drinks while she rolled a huge joint. As planned, we were all naked, sitting around the fire, chatting and enjoying the calming effect of the strong, rich marijuana.

Beth got up and entertained the guys with a solo dance routine. I moved across to my brother and lay next to him. Weed always forces me to become quite introspective. I held his hand and lay there, looking up at the magnificent starlit sky.

“You were right, James, this trip has been wonderful,” I said to him. “We haven't spent any quality time together, for many years now.”

“You got that right,” he said, “I can't even remember the last time we saw each other naked. I think it was during the summer before you went to high school.”

“Well, to be honest, I've seen you naked more recently than that,” I said, glancing sideways to see his reaction. He had a puzzled look. He knew that we'd gotten too self-conscious about our bodies when were teenagers, to gallivant in the nude in the pool and around the house. He got especially shy when my boobs showed their first signs of developing, and I got my first visible hairs on my pussy.

He laughed: “I suppose you saw me getting changed after showering, or something like that?”

“Something like that,” I replied, “maybe something more.”

“Since we're being all honest about stuff from that long ago, I have to admit that I used to peek through the open bathroom window when you were showering, after you got your boobies,” he said, grinning.

“Oh really?” I said, not fazed by this revelation. “How about that time you and Trevor came to the house with – what was that kid's name again – Chris?” This got his attention. “I was home. In fact, I was hiding in your room, while you three were watching porn and whacking off. I've seen you cum. Beat that."

He was speechless for a little while. Eventually he said: “Did you enjoy watching us?”

I admitted it was weird, but a big turn on, and that I'd rubbed myself to a climax in his closet. We discussed it a little further, and hatched a plan for the night's proceedings, laying down some ground rules for ourselves.

“Okay, so whatever happens tonight, we're cool, right?” he asked. “We're cool,” I answered, then added: “anything goes, but we aren't crossing the line, you won't be inside me at any point.”

As I said this, I leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips, while gently brushing my hand against his half-erect penis. He was taken by surprise, and his cock responded to the suggestion of taboo I'd made. It took just seconds to go completely stiff. There was no hiding it while he was lying down. I pushed down on his shoulder, pinning him to the ground. I called out to Beth: “Hey, Beth honey, James has an incurable condition; I think he needs your expert attention.”

She gracefully walked over to our side of the fire, with all eyes on her and on my brother's obvious state of arousal. I don't think anyone cared if I had a part in getting him that excited, or if it was just Beth's seductive dancing. Beth wasted no time, and lowered herself on his prone body, rubbing her big tits over his chest, and letting his eager mouth engulf her large, hard nipples. She had her ass in the air. The light from the fire highlighted thin, sparkly tendrils of girl goo that dripped lazily from her smooth, wet pussy.

I stepped up the action, by gently using two fingers to spread her pussy lips, allowing her glistening cunt hole to be seen by the five naked men, clustered together at the other side of the fire. I fingered Beth's pussy, and spread her moistness around her clit and labia. She sat upright, getting ready to lower herself onto the hard cock. I grabbed it, wanking it with fast strokes.

A thrill coursed through my entire body, and I could feel a sensation deep inside me, spreading outwards from my belly to my boobs, and my wet pussy. It was intense, and it felt like there was a strong magnetic force field around my midsection. My clitoris was tingling in anticipation for a man's touch. I so badly wanted large, slightly rough fingers probing my small tight pussy.

I stood up, legs apart and angled my hips forward. I spread my pussy lips apart, beckoning for a cock to fill it. “I don't care if I fuck you guys one at time, or all at once, but I'm doing the lot of you,” I said. It was almost like I wasn't actually saying the works, like I was just watching myself say and do these things from a distance.

There was no hesitation, all five guys came forward, eager to get fucked, sucked and to fill me with their hard cocks. Despite my overwhelming desire for cock, and the need to push myself to new limits, I insisted they all wear condoms; as my favorite saying goes: “This is Africa.” Yeah, I know the racial demographics of AIDS infections in my own country, and we were all in the low-risk group, but I didn't want to expose myself to unnecessary risk for one night's fun.

With five cocks all wrapped up, and the last of my sensible side out of the way for the night, I proceeded to suck the nearest cock. It belonged to Pierre, and I was glad to have him inside me first. I got into a rhythm, before jerking off the two Afrikaans guys (Lubner and Gerrit) at the same time, while sucking Pierre's huge, fat cock.  Grant, the sparky, was also eager to get his cock sucked by me. He dangled his long cock in front of my face. I started alternating between sucking Grant and Pierre, while maintaining the hand jobs I was giving. This took quite a bit of coordination, but I could handle it.

The odd guy out, until then, was the plumber, Bret. He amused himself with just stroking his cock slowly while watching us. He then got bolder, and went behind me, fingering my wet cunt, and probing its opening with his jutting tool. I glanced back and nodded to him, my mouth too full of cock to use words. My unspoken consent was given, and I had to steady myself, as his cock traveled the depths of my moist vulva. I pushed back against his pubic bone, feeling his large balls swing against my ass.

As he started thrusting inside me, I responded by slowly lowering myself to my knees. Bret ended up underneath me, as I rode him in reverse-cowgirl position. I had difficulty keeping up with the handjobs, so I simply sucked the four guys in sequence, keeping them hard and happy, until they too got their chance to penetrate my wet fuck hole.

I moved onto all fours, on my knees, submitting my cunt for domination by all five men. I felt multiple fingers pushing inside me at once, from different guys. My tits were being groped, violently and gently, depending on which hands were on them. My nipples were on fire, as they were tweaked, stretched and rubbed.

All the time, there was a cock in my pussy, and a cock in my mouth. I was being fucked hard, too hard to keep my balance on one hand. I ceased trying to give handjobs at this stage.

“I need more cock inside me!” I commanded. I felt my ass cheeks being spread open, and a finger exploring the rim of my anus. I looked back and saw it was Pierre. “Slowly,” I said, “I'll tell you if hurts too much.”

I relaxed my sphincter muscles as best I could. Despite the excitement, I had a kind of calmness inside me. I tapped into this internal quietness, and prevented the automatic tightening of my asshole, as Pierre's swollen cock head poked into it. He took his time, just like I'd asked, and eventually he was inside me, my ass taking the full length his massive cock. Bret stood next to Pierre, and managed to squeeze his cock into my gaping pussy. They alternated their thrusts, and I had both of them fucking me from behind.

At the same time, I had Lubner's cock in my mouth. I could feel his cock throbbing with the first stage of orgasm. I released it from my mouth, and managed to tear the thin membrane of the condom with my teeth. Thick wads of herbal, slightly salty-tasting cum hit me in the mouth and on my face, as they shot from his pulsing cock. Gerrit couldn't hold his orgasm back, and he slid his condom off, before shooting his load on my face. I could feel Bret shooting his load inside me, nicely contained in the condom. He pulled his cock out and emptied the load of sperm onto my back.

I just had Grant and Pierre left to satisfy, so I said: “I want both your cocks in my pussy, think you two can handle that?”

Grant lay on the ground, and I mounted his cock, facing away from him. It was Pierre's eyes I wanted to look into, while I was getting fucked deep and hard. Grant's cock slid effortlessly into my soaking wet pussy. I'd been close to cumming many times during the marathon fuck session, but each time I was denied by the constant change in pace of stimulation and varying techniques the guys used. Besides, I wanted to keep my pleasure until the very end.

Pierre rubbed my clit, making sure my pussy was as lubed up as it could get, before slowly inserting his  huge fat cock in me. I'd done it! Two cocks inside the same hole. I'd experimented alone with anal insertion, using a dildo. I knew my ass was too tight to try anything more than one cock in there. My pussy, well, that's designed to stretch, so I was more than willing to get two cocks in there.

With their cocks rubbing together in the tight confines of my warm, wet cunt hole, their thrusting did not go on for long, before Grant had his orgasm. His penis popped out, and he pulled the condom off, squirting blobs of cum into the air. Pierre followed soon after. He pulled out, tore the condom and jerked off, inches from my wide open mouth. I licked his shaft and balls, tasting the residue of my pussy, my ass and some of Grant's cum that shot onto Pierre's balls when he climaxed.

Pierre's big cock did not disappoint me, as he pumped a massive load from it, all over my face. It pulsed three times, leaving a sticky white mess trailing from my mouth to my breasts. In all the action, I'd lost track of Beth and James. They were still busy at the other side of the fire.

As I approached, they switched positions to missionary. I knew that even though it was a vanilla position, Beth seemed to climax easier like that. She wrapped her legs around James, and groaned as she came.

“Let him cum on your face,” I said. “I want him to cum on both our faces.” James pulled out and stood up. Beth knelt next to me, and we both looked up at James, and his hard, naked cock, as he jerked away at it. I rubbed my swollen pussy lips and clitoris with expert fingers, timing my own orgasm to coincide with my brother.

Waves of pleasure built up inside me, then crashed in a mind-blowing orgasm. Tears rolled down my face as my pussy throbbed and its walls contracted. Hot cum landed in my open mouth, and also on Beth's massive tits. She kissed me, sucking his sperm from my open lips. She played with the blob of cum, drawing it out of her mouth, then letting it fall onto her tits. We all three collapsed, limbs tangled, tongues eagerly in each other’s mouths.

We were lost in a haze of weed, exhaustion and fulfillment. We fell asleep next to the fire, our bodies entwined.

I woke at the first light of dawn. It was freezing, the fire had burned down to coals, but someone had thoughtfully provided us with warm blankets. I left Beth and James in the love nest, and dashed to the house, to get dressed.

Pierre was awake. He had my outfit neatly folded on the couch nest to him, and hot water in a pot on the gas stove, for coffee. He made two cups of instant coffee while I got dressed, and we spent the breaking dawn together on the balcony, in comfortable silence.

A week later, Beth and I were back in Cape Town. Despite the intensity of the sexual experience of that night, all the participants were seemingly okay with it. Work went on as usual on Monday, and James and I behaved like regular siblings.

Yes, I’m a lot closer to him now, but we aren’t lovers or anything bizarre like that. What we did that night, was just an extension of the mutual curiosity and sexual tension we shared as teenagers. I promised to make an effort to see him more often in the future, even if it involved more traveling. Beth wasn’t smitten by him, well not yet I suppose, but she was keen on hooking up with him again.

I decided to document my experiences, to keep it all in perspective. I finished today, then logged into Facebook. I added Pierre as a contact, and looked at the post on my Wall again.

Does Jennifer Hult like to party?

Indeed I do.