15 Erotic Stories BUNDLE: Huge Collection of Individually Sold Short Sex Stories (11 page)

One particular Thursday afternoon, I got home early, as usual. James was usually at the local gym until 6pm on Thursdays. My parents were never home before 7pm from their furniture factory, so I reckoned I was safe. My brother's computer was always on, and he was lazy about using difficult passwords and security measures. Besides, my parents were technophobes, so he didn't have to worry about them snooping. I went upstairs, put my case in my room and got changed. I wore tracksuit pants and a long T-shirt. The pants were loose, and the black material was fairly thick. I always wore these for my clandestine masturbation sessions. They provided easy access to my pussy, and they hid the evidence of my fooling around, in case I got interrupted.

I went into his room, sat down in front of the computer and moved the mouse to turn the screen on. I logged on using his password that was written on sticker, attached to the side of his PC. Like I said, James wasn't all that security-conscious.

I navigated through his movie folder, into a sub folder named ‘Special’. This was where he stashed all his porn flicks, ranging from short free samples from websites, to DVD rips he got from his friends at school. I selected a movie with a college sorority theme and turned down the speakers, so I could hear if the phone rang, or if someone was downstairs at the front door. After about five minutes, I was really absorbed in the movie. The scenario looked like a lot of fun: two sorority sisters were discussing their favorite masturbation techniques, and they decided to demonstrate those techniques to each other.

I had my fingers on my nipples, and I could feel the first tingling sensations in my pussy, when I heard what sounded like the front door being opened. I sat upright, paused the movie and listening intently for the sound of keys or footsteps. Maybe James is home early, I thought to myself. I heard voices. James was having a conversation with someone, and they were in the house already!

I panicked. I couldn't just slip away to my room. I needed to shut down the media player software and open search windows. I clicked on the little red 'x' in the upper right corner of the movie window. The visuals grayed out, but the program did not close immediately. 'Program not responding' was the message. “Shit!” I cursed softly, while opening the task manager and manually shutting down the program. James and his visitor were already on their way up the stairs.

I logged out and switched the screen off. By then they were at the top of the stairs. I had no way of getting out from his room to mine, undetected. I really, really did not want to be caught out and embarrassed in front of one of his friends. I dashed across the room and hid myself in the large closet.

I didn't dare close the door to the closet, in case they heard the locking mechanism click shut. I sat in the darkness of the closet, peering out through the crack in the doorway, hoping that James wouldn't stash his gear in the closet immediately – he was untidy and usually just left his bags and stuff lying around for days.

I was in luck. He casually tossed his gym bag next to his bed. He had two friends with him, a guy named Trevor, from his school cricket team. Trevor visited fairly often over the weekends for informal practice at the nearby sports grounds. There was also some other boy I didn't know. They all three stashed their bags next to the desk. Jackets and shoes were taken off, and ended up on the floor. Trevor and the mystery guy lay sat on the bed, resting up against the headboard, while James closed the door, securing it with a chain latch. My parents didn't believe in using proper locks for the bedroom doors, but we had those chain latches for safety and privacy. I groaned silently, knowing that I was trapped in the damn closet for the duration of the visit. I hoped that it would be over quickly, since my long legs were starting to cramp already.

James fiddled around with the computer and turned up the speaker volume. Dammit, I thought, they're going to watch a movie. The prospect of spending at least ninety minutes in the closet was not appealing. On the plus side, I had a decent view of the computer screen and could see most of the bed from my vantage point. I sat still in resignation and waited for the movie title to appear. I hoped it wasn't going to be a comedy – I didn't want to choke myself while suppressing laughter. I'm a big fan of comedies, and my brother and I had similar taste in movies.

The screen went black and James joined his friends on the bed. A familiar logo appeared on the screen, and at first I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Then there was a montage of women in their early twenties getting screwed by well-built black guys sporting gang tattoos. Scenes of facial cumshots, deepthroating and double penetration flashed on the screen, accompanied by a hip-hop soundtrack.

Well, fuck my life I thought, as the first absurd scenario started playing out on the screen. A young woman with big boobs and long flowing blonde hair, was unable to pay her car repair bill, and she was trying to negotiate alternative arrangements. Cue half a dozen big sweaty African Americans, with all sorts of proposals, mostly involving cock insertion. As the chance of being discovered got lower and lower, I got over my nerves and jitters. The porn movie wasn't the kind I usually watched, but the sheer energy and enthusiasm the 'actress' had, was quite amazing. I didn't care if she was faking her pleasure or not, the sight of those large, thick cocks penetrating all three of her orifices, was having an effect on me.

I decided to try and enjoy myself. There was nothing more I could do to avoid discovery. Either they would find me after the movie, or I'd get a chance to escape when they went downstairs. My nipples were already little granite bumps, sticking up proudly on my mostly flat chest. I caressed them with my left hand and adjusted my position to allow my right hand into my pants. I had to lean forward slightly to get onto my knees. As I did so, I peered towards the bed, where the boys were sitting.

The sight nearly caused me to bump my head against the door in surprise. All three of them had their hands down their pants. The situation had just graduated from fucked-up to super fucked-up on my personal scale. 

To my horror, things started escalating. As the hardcore fucking continued on the screen, James and his friends grew bolder. Trevor was the first to drop his shorts and have his penis completely exposed. James followed his lead, but chose to remove his clothing completely. My parents are basically modern-day hippies – financially successful, but still had the free-thinking norms of the 60's. As a result, we were used to family nudity, it was never an issue to skinny dip together, or for my brother and I to share baths and stuff when we were younger.

That being sad, I had not seen him naked for a good couple of years. He was quite athletic and he shaved a lot of his body hair off for cycling and swimming training. It appeared that his shaving extended to his pubic area – even though he was 16, he had perfectly smooth balls and no hair around the base of his penis.

I couldn't help but stare at my own brother's masturbation session. I'm not attracted to him, or anything weird, it just so strange seeing someone I'd spent my whole life around – whacking off like that. He pulled his foreskin back, and his dark pink cock head bulged. It was so hard, that I could make out the reflection of the computer screen on the shiny, stretched skin.

“Come on Chris, you getting left behind here!” said Trevor. The other guy was a little reluctant still, but after a bit of coaxing, he pulled his cock out too. Pretty soon, all three of them were stroking away at their cocks, like it was the most natural thing in the world to do among friends. I was strangely turned on by the scene. My pussy was damp with clear, sticky goo. I gently put one finger inside myself, lubricating it, so I could rub my small, sensitive clitoris with it. The boys were increasing their pace, wanking their cocks faster and faster.

Chris kicked off his boxers, and was naked from the waist down. “This is so fucking good!” he exclaimed, “Just imagine what it would feel like getting that bitch to jerk you off.”

“I'd cum in seconds,” laughed Trevor, “Fuck, I'd probably insta-cum if one of you guys jerked me off.”

“Seriously?” asked Chris.

“Fuck, go for it, I dare you,” said James. 

“Do it! I'm almost ready to blow,” said Trevor, as he took his hand off his cock and angled himself towards Chris.

Clearly, Chris was super-horny and caught up in the moment. Without hesitation he gripped the other boy's stiff shaft and rapidly moved his hand up and down the length of it. Trevor's cock got slightly bigger, and harder. Then his balls contracted. A split second later, his cock convulsed and he bucked his hips as a load of cum shot out. It was over in three quick bursts. Chris's hand was covered in sticky white splooge. He didn't bother wiping it away; instead he used that hand to work on his own pulsing, smaller cock. He came in seconds, his cum landing on his belly, combined with the mess from Trevor's orgasm.

I watched in fascination as my brother leaned against the wall with his shoulder, his waist angled forward, his cock jutting up starkly, like a fat, curved banana. He was as aroused as he could get, his penis had no trace of softness. The skin was all stretched, veins bulging. Without warning, James spurted thick, white tendrils of cum. Hi cum shot upwards, before being deposited on his shaft, thighs and belly. I bit my bottom lip as a pushed my fingers harder against my clit, before climaxing silently in the darkness of the closet.

Suffering from post-orgasm regret, or embarrassment, the boys awkwardly cleaned themselves up, wiping cum off their bodies, and soaking up the blobs on the bed covers with tissues and towels. They got dressed really quickly and didn't talk much. Trevor and Chris picked up their bags, and James walked with them out of the room. I listened as they all three went downstairs. I didn't know if James was leaving the house as well, so I took my chance to escape from his room. I stumbled out of the closet, the circulation not yet restored to my legs.

I limped to my bedroom, pulling the door closed as quickly and quietly as I could, and climbed straight into my bed, pretending to be asleep. James did not come back upstairs until after my parents were home. I spent two hours coming to terms with what I'd seen, and decided to shelve the whole experience in some secluded part of my memory, never to be dealt with again.

Incidentally, James ended up getting a girlfriend later that year, and to the best of my knowledge, did not continue to indulge in slightly odd circle jerk sessions with his friends.

I came to the conclusion that boys were most definitely strange creatures, and that it was probably not a good idea to get a bunch of them naked together. These views persisted into my adult life, not just because of the incident with James, but also due to the following sordid tale.

It was two years later, at age 15, that I had my first real boyfriend. We'd gotten physically involved, but I had not been all the way with him yet. Where I went to school, fifteen was an average age for girls to lose their virginity. I went out with Andrew, a guy in my class at the fancy-ass private college my parents enrolled me in. They offered tuition from Grade 10 to Grade 12, and guaranteed good results, mainly because they forced us to do homework at school. This is way different to the government school system, but the college had a 100% pass rate for Matric, so I guess it worked.

By then, I was no stranger to the mysterious workings of the male sexual organ. After two months of being with Andrew, I had mastered the art of summoning a stiff cock, just by using my fingertips, and I had the ability to make it fire on command, using both oral and digital methods. I was getting used to the feel of warm sperm on my hands, my thighs, and even my boobs. I was also OK with leaving it on my skin to dry, as long as it was far away from my pussy.

Just before the mid-year exams, we were invited to a party at Alice Wessel's place. Her parents were gone for the long weekend, to their holiday house in Plettenberg Bay. Alice lived in Upper Constantia, next to a wine estate. The other side of the property bordered the huge Table Mountain Nature Reserve. The nearest neighbors were a half a mile away, so we could pump up the music as loud as we liked.

Her parents had permanent security guards at the entrance to the house, so there were no unwanted guests. This was around the time that many kids' parties were being gate crashed by friends-of-friends and gangster kids, looking to steal, sell drugs, or just cause trouble. Mobile phones had altered the way teenagers interacted, and most upper-middle class kids had new cars by the time they turned 18. This was way different to what was considered 'normal' as little as a decade before.

Anyway, about a hundred kids were there, basically most of the Grade 10 class, and some older kids from the senior grades. Music pumped from the huge Bose speakers, stacked outside on the patio, next to the pool. Colorful LED lights lit up the garden and the pool, changing colors in synchronized sequences.

The thing with socializing with these kids, was that we all came from money, so wearing expensive clothing, having the latest cell phone and getting large amounts of disposable income, was nothing special. In order to get noticed, and stand out from everyone else, many kids behaved like jerks, or did incredibly stupid things just for attention - which brings me to the incident involving 27 cocks.

Samantha Glass was one of the spoiled rich kids. She was not particularly bright, nor talented, and even though she was attractive enough, people just weren't all that interested in her. To make matters worse, she had zero dress sense, always wearing clothing that didn't match, or that did the wrong things for her figure. She just didn't present herself well at all.  Instead of cultivating a personality, or getting good at something, she chose instead to be as trashy as possible.

Her family was really rich, so she rebelled by dressing like she came from a trailer park. Instead of bringing her juice to school in a regular sports bottle, she used a Jack Daniels bottle. Stupid stuff like that.  Samantha was jealous of Alice, due to her popularity, and because guys found her very attractive. Granted, Alice was hot: tall, blonde and pretty, with large green eyes. She was a dancer, so she had an incredible physique. I'm sure most of the girls in my grade were slightly envious of her. Samantha's master plan that night was to focus attention on herself, away from the host of the party.