15 Erotic Stories BUNDLE: Huge Collection of Individually Sold Short Sex Stories (10 page)

“Oh, I see.. sorry for breaking up your fun tonight,” said Brian, grinning.

He seemed to be good-natured and genuine. After Jonathan, my 'Asshole Radar' got a major upgrade, and I was confident with my improved character judging ability. We'd presumed the worst earlier on, not even giving him a chance to explain, before assaulting him and holding him at gunpoint. Even Beth looked remorseful, despite the detachment that came with being a law student, and a former soldier.

This wasn't some Meth-head in a dark alley behind a Sea Point club, or a Palestinian insurgent with an IED hidden in his kid's school case. This was a nice, normal guy. He wasn't in the wrong at all.

We were wrong. We were the assholes. We had to make it up to him, right there, right then, the best way we knew how, with the best resources we had available.

We had to initiate a threesome.

I was still amped for sex, and with Brian seeing the vibrator, and knowing what we were doing there, the whole plan just made sense. I took Beth outside, and quietly plotted out the escapade. She was easily convinced by the plan's sheer awesomeness. I though the guy was kinda good-looking, with a nice build. I was pretty sure that by the time we were done, Brian wouldn't know what had hit him - for the second time that night!

We went in together. Beth took out her Gerber multi-tool, and clipped through the cable ties that bound Brian's legs together. She left his arms tied to the bed though. This was done partly because it made it more fun, and partly out of lingering safety concerns. Last thing we needed, was to find out he was faking his nice-guy routine.

Beth and I stood in front of Brian and stripped. I figured naked was better, since we didn't have any really hot-looking underwear with us. We took turns pouring Astroglide over our bodies, starting with our breasts, then thighs and asses. I lubed up my pussy, three fingers sliding in effortlessly. With my free hand, I shone the concentrated torch beam from the Mag Light onto my slick, smooth cunt. I spread my pussy lips, giving him a view of my eager, wet fuck hole.

Beth crawled on all fours towards Brian. She pulled his jeans and boxers down, as far as his ankles. He shuffled and kicked them off. She pulled his shirt over his head, then let it rest on his back. The bonds on his wrists prevented his shirt from coming off completely. He had amazingly nice shoulders and arms; they were strong-looking and deeply tanned. Beth trickled some lube around his balls and the base of his shaft. He was mostly hard already. By the time she finished working his shaft, he was as hard as the vibrator I had in my hand.

Beth licked his cock, slowly going up and down his shaft, and teasing his head. I lay back on the floor, my legs spread wide, and inserted the vibrator. I switched it on, and the head rotated slowly inside me, probing the full depth of my pussy. I arched back, raising my hips off the floor, driving the vibrator as deep as it could go.

I then sat upright, the vibrator still doing its thing, and watched Brian getting his fat, hard cock sucked. He was uncut and average length, but his cock was nice and thick. Like
Cosmo
keeps saying, 'girth is where it's at'. I wasn't fussed at the time. All I needed was hard cock inside me, but Beth wasn't planning on sharing right away. She reached up onto the bed, where her wallet lay near the pillow. She retrieved a string of high-grade condoms. That's one of the things with Beth. She doesn't mind condoms, as long as they aren't those cheap government-issue rubbers – the ones that the whores stock up on at the community clinics. The girl gets around, but she's got standards. Besides, not using condoms in a country with the highest infection rate in the world, is kinda stupid and suicidal.

Beth jammed her pillow behind Brian's back, between his body and the bed frame. She tore open the  foil package and unrolled the condom onto Brian's eager, pulsing cock. She then straddled his legs and lowered herself onto his stiff pole, facing me. She let it go all the way in, then started grinding her hips. I leaned forward and pulled into her, my tongue deep in her mouth. She grabbed at my breasts, roughly groping them, pinching my nipples. I moved back and removed the vibrator from my wet twat. It glistened and shone in the light from the torch, which I'd positioned on top of my rucksack. I moved out the way, allowing the light to fall on Beth and Brian, while they fucked in an ever-faster rhythm.

Brian was getting ridden mercilessly; he lay back and bucked his hips in time with Beth's movements. I was inspired by our fisting session earlier that day, and poured extra lubrication onto the vibrator. I lay down over Brian's legs, and propped myself up on my elbows. I licked his balls and rubbed Beth's clit, as she slowed down her gyrations. Slowly, slowly I pushed the vibrator into her already-filled cunt. I took my time, making sure it could jam in there, pressed against Brian's big hard cock. I set it to the lowest frequency vibration. Beth squirmed and groaned.

“I'm gonna come!” exclaimed Brian. “NO! Not yet!” shouted Beth. I pulled out the vibrator, and Beth raised her hips, freeing the large cock from her stretched hole. I grabbed the torch and watched his cock intently, fully expecting him to come. I had reacted just in time, his cock was incredibly stiff and  throbbing slightly, but he was just short of climaxing.

Beth got behind me and licked my pussy, pushing her tongue into my hole. I pressed two fingers hard against the muscles between Brian's balls and ass. I knew this would delay him coming long enough for me to ride his cock. I faced him, and lowered myself onto his cock. It slid right in. Beth stood in front of me, Brian's face buried in her ass. She opened her pussy with her fingertips, allowing my tongue to explore every part it. I rode Brian's cock, until he tapped my leg, saying breathlessly: “I'm gonna come! Can't hold back!”

I got off him in a heartbeat. Beth knelt down in front of and ripped the condom off. She placed his hard, throbbing cock between her lubricated, shiny, slippery boobs. The soft, huge breasts and the skin-on-skin contact was too much for him. His cock shot out messy, sticky ropes of cum. He was really excited, with cum squirting high enough to reach Beth's chin. She sat back, letting the cum drip down her neck, onto her breasts, where she rubbed it onto her nipples. I set the vibrator to maximum speed and pressed it up against my clit, climaxing moments later.

Beth cut the last cable ties, freeing our captive fuck-buddy. We collapsed on the bed together. I was way too wired-up to sleep, so I scratched around in my bag, and pulled three small rolled-up cellophane balls, each containing a gram of high-grade coke. We did lines, taking turns performing oral sex on each other. It was nothing too hectic, just slow, comfortable sucking, without any goals.

By the time the sun rose, the drugs were finished. Beth was sucking Brian's cock as the first rays came in through the tiny window. She stopped sucking him off, and leaned over to kiss me. She gave him a handjob, and after a minute, he shot a small load. She licked her fingers and polished his cock clean with her mouth and eager tongue.

She got up and rinsed her mouth out with rum.

“Let's get the fuck out of here, guys. Today's going to be a scorcher.”

Beth was quite right about that. We packed up and took Brian with us, making our way down the contour path before the heat of the morning could catch us. By noon, we reached the delicious coolness of the river and streams, between the canyons. The cold water kept us awake, as the coke wore off and our exhaustion set in. By late afternoon, we had one last short section of the trail ahead of us. We were about 10 minutes away from before the parking lot. Our adventure was drawing to a close, and we were sure nothing more could happen to us – until we rounded the last bend in the path.

There was a commotion to left of us, the sound coming from where a couple of tall trees grew, surrounded by large boulders and low bushes. We could see our baboon friends, lazing in the afternoon sun, content as all hell. Beth's hand automatically went for her Norinka, but the baboons made no attempt at stalking us. They just sat there on the rocks, and in the branches of the tree, chilling. One of the baboons had a remnant of Brian's hiking gear: an empty Tupperware container.

Brian chuckled and said: “Dagga cookies, man, dagga cookies.”

We walked on, leaving the baboons to enjoy the stolen space cakes. For a change, they were stoned in a good way.

We made our way back to our cars and drove to the city. I slept over at Beth's place. The extra drive to my apartment was too risky, because we'd been awake for 38 hours straight. We slept for a solid day. By Tuesday, things were back to normal. The routine of working, studying and partying, was in full swing.

Beth and I didn't become partners or regular lovers, but occasional tryst did occur at random times. I added Brian on Facebook, but we didn't pursue any kind of relationship. I didn't have much in common with him, and he lived on the other side of the peninsula. It just wasn't worth the effort.

On the outside, nothing much changed for me after that weekend's events. Inside, a lot has changed. I have decided to explore my sexuality more, push my boundaries, and not tie myself down to relationships that restrict me. I'm eager to experience new things in my sex life.

And I'm looking forward to my next adventure.

To be continued.

B
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Danica Williams

Copyright
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2012 Danica Williams

This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This book contains sexually explicit content and is intended for a mature audience only.

Its amazing how one simple question can force you to analyze your life.

Does Jennifer Hult like to party? Click here to see what your Facebook friends say about you.

Yes, I'm a chick, but I'm not a dumb chick. Clicking on stupid links and willingly sharing personal information to dodgy third parties on social networks, is not something I do regularly. However, my female friends do not practice such restraint, so I'm bombarded with Wall spam on a daily basis.

Still, the question intrigued me. My friends and co-workers certainly knew me as a party animal. I was always game for going out clubbing till sunrise, doing the odd line, all the usual stuff you'd expect from a waitress working in Cape Town. Life is easy in this city, if you have the right job. For me though, partying meant much more than just going out and getting wasted. It meant that I absolutely had to get shagged. Up until fairly recently, this wasn't a problem. I'd always been in a series of steady relationships since high school.

The last one ended badly though, and it's almost a year since I've been in a relationship with a guy. I made a decision to broaden my horizons, try new things. So far, I've had a couple of memorable experiences, and found that I quite like getting intimate with women. Also, I was in a threesome with a girlfriend of mine, and some random guy we met. Now, threesomes are nothing new these days.

In fact, I kinda avoided the whole group sex scene on purpose, mostly because it was just too 'fashionable' over the last decade. Seriously though, I'm attractive enough to be desirable to most swinging couples in my age group. I consider myself to be a good catch. At the age of 26, I'm taller than average, weighing 120 pounds, and I have a fairly good body that I maintain with daily jogging and recreational rock climbing on the weekends. I have fair skin and light auburn hair, along with blue eyes, which are really quite striking.

So, back to the concept of partying: I was talking about our little threesome with Beth Weinstein, reminiscing about how amazing it all felt, and how I felt that I'd accomplished a goal in my sexual development. That's when she said: “Jen, honey, you need more guys in the mix. You don't know what a threesome really is, until you you've had at least two cocks inside you at once.”

Now, I was sure she had a good point there, but I had my reservations about being a receptacle for multiple pork swords. As with most things in life, early experiences tend to influence you the most. If your parents gave you shit-tasting vegetables when you were little, you probably ended up disliking vegetables when you become an adult.

The first significant penis-related incident occurred during Grade 8, when I started High School. My older brother was a senior, and very involved in sports and other after-school activities - me, not so much. I liked running in the forest, but wasn't into team sports. I did things like archery and body boarding on the weekends.  As a result, I used to come home before him on school days.

For about a year, I used to sneak into my brother's room, to steal his girly mags. At first, I just enjoyed looking at all the naked, fully-developed women, comparing their curves to my tall, lean frame. As time went by, I got more interested in the harder stuff, and enjoyed looking at pictorials with couples. It wasn’t long before I discovered my brother's folder of porn movies on his hard drive.

My brother, James, was almost always home late, so I used the late afternoon privacy in the house to do my porn missions. I used to get away with my illicit fun at least three times a week, and I was fairly confident that I wouldn't be caught out.