Kinky Callie: Five Hardcore Explicit Erotica Stories (5 page)

It didn’t take long for Troy to find his competition, slamming hard into me and stilling as I felt his cock twitch, the hot splash of cum filling my ass and adding another layer that had me cum one last time before my body just went limp, completely and utterly spent.

He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing heavily with eyes closed. A small smile played across my lips as a thought crossed my mind. I guess cheaters do win occasionally.

I’m the Birthday Present!

An FFM Threesome Rough Sex Erotica Story

by Callie Amaranth

all rights reserved copyright 201
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Hot Days and Scorching Nights Erotica

The day had started just as every Saturday normally did. I got up, showered, fixed something for breakfast, and did the typical household chores. Yes, it would have been just like any other Saturday if it wasn’t for the bundle of nervous causing my stomach to twist and turn. Knots of tension forming as I glanced at the clock every five minutes, glancing at the phone in my pocket moments later to see if I’s missed a call from my neighbors to change the time of our meeting or cancel it altogether.

A lunch date I’d had with one of my neighbor’s, Megan Snow, was playing over in my head constantly, the whole reason for my nervousness coming from this simple conversation with a woman who had always seemed to be one of the nicest and, well, normal people I’ve ever met. We’d gone to a casual little café in town, sat at one of the little tables out by the street, and after the normal polite conversation Megan had explained the reason she invited me out. She had a birthday present planned for her husband but she was missing one key thing. Me. I wasn’t quite sure what she was asking me to do and after my inquiry she explained exactly what it was she wanted me to do. A threesome; my neighbor was asking me to have a threesome with her and her husband for his birthday.

I’d known the Snows for about three years now, having lived across the street from them and seen them on an almost every day basis. I’d had dinner at their house and they’d been over to mine multiple times and I’ve even come to think of me and Megan as close but I never would have suspected to be asked this question. Jason and Megan seemed to be like every other married couple I knew. They were both in the mid-twenties, in shape and attractive. Megan had beautiful thick waves of golden hair and warm brown eyes while her husband had chocolate brown hair that just seemed to be asking for you to run your fingers through it. His blue eyes were the same color as the sea in all those pictures you see of people taking a vacation in the Caribbean. They both went to the gym multiple times a week giving them the bodies that everyone was of envious of. Truth be told, I’ve always had a sort of crush on Jason, something I wouldn’t have admitted to anyone but something that I was even more embarrassed about was the fact that I also found myself attracted to Megan.

I’d spent almost a full two minutes processing what I’d been asked, my brain stumbling through multiple responses before finally settling on a rather simple one: Why me? I knew I wasn’t the most attractive woman out there; I had pale skin, a dusting of freckles across my nose, emerald green eyes, and a naturally slim figure. My best feature by far was my bright red hair. Long and straight, it fell to the middle of my back and grabbed attention wherever I went. I knew I was pretty but I didn’t think I could grab the attention of a gorgeous couple like the Snows. I was apparently wrong. Megan’s response was that her husband had developed a bit of an infatuation with me and she’d become quite captivated as well, loving, as she said, how I was sexy without even knowing it or trying. It took some coaxing from Megan but I agreed soon after, blushing and looking around to see if anyone else had noticed the exchange. It only took minutes to nail down a day, this coming Saturday, and a time, six in the afternoon, and then we exchanged goodbyes and went our separate ways.

The next days I spent thinking over the exchange, half of me absolutely ecstatic while another part constantly wanted to call and back out. I was nowhere near a virgin; I’d lost my virginity at eighteen to a high school boyfriend but I’d never even kissed a girl, let alone had a threesome. I’d admit to having always been curious about girls. I’d always wanted to try something with one of them, and I’d constantly sneaked looks at my classmates in the showers at school and college. I’d never had the opportunity to actually do anything about it, not like now.

Finally I looked at the clock and the merciful hands indicated that it was thirty minutes to six. I went to the bathroom, ran a brush through my hair and carefully did my makeup, outlining my eyes in black and lengthening my lashes with mascara, coloring my lips a soft pink with lipstick. I padded into my bedroom and straight to my closet, running my eyes over the clothes in front of me. I pulled of the plain gray t-shirt and sweatpants I was wearing and shedding the comfortable cotton panties. Rummaging through my underwear drawer I dug to the very back, finally pulling out a matching set of lingerie made of blue silk and black lace. I had gotten them months ago when I’d had a steady boyfriend but when the relationship had ended rather abruptly I put them in the back of my drawer, never even thinking of them again. I got the tags off and pulled the panties on, enjoying the feel of the material sliding over my legs. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror hanging on the back of my closet door, turning this way and that looking at them from every angle. They fit snuggly, showing off the curve of my ass perfectly. I gave a satisfied smile and reached for the bra, pulling it on and fastening it. I watched as it pushed my breasts up and together, suddenly turning me from a modest B cup to a C. I spent a few more moments staring at my reflection before turning and looking through all the clothes I had hanging. I finally pulled a simple cotton dress from its hanger, slipping it over my head and pulling it down until it fell over my body just the way I wanted it.

Turning to my mirror again I was amazed at what I saw; the woman staring back at me was sexy, there was no other word for it. The dress she wore clung to her curves, the deep V of the neck showing off just the right amount of cleavage while the skirt came to stop a few inches above her knees, teasing the world with a glimpse of smooth thighs. I’d never seen myself look like this; I’d never felt so confident either. I searched my closet floor, looking for a pair of shoes that would play down the suddenly dressy feeling outfit. I found a pair of black flip flops that seemed perfect to me, pulling them on my feet before finally heading out the door.

I crossed the street nervously, wondering what anyone who saw me would think. Would they think I was just going over for a friendly visit or did they actually have a clue as to the real nature of my visit? My pace quickened as the knot in my stomach tightened even further as I approached the door. Giving it a quick rap with my knuckles twice I waited anxiously for the door to open. When it finally did I jumped slightly as Megan appeared suddenly, wrapping me in a hug.

“Oh, honey I’m so glad you could make it.” Her voice was colored with enthusiasm as she swept me inside. I took a look at what she was wearing, form fitting cut-off jeans and a low cut tank top that had me suddenly feeling very overdressed.

I just gave her a nervous smile as a response, glanced around the house, and wondered where Jason was. Megan led me further in, her arm linked with mine like we were teenagers again as she chatted on about some topic I was too nervous to pay attention to. We stopped in the living room and settled on the couch. She was much closer to me than what was normally considered polite when visiting a neighbor, her leg pressed tightly against mine.

Five minutes passed quickly, we filled the time with idle chatter, me giving the appropriate responses where needed until I finally asked the question that had been burning inside me. “So, where’s Jason?”

Rich laughter drifted to me from across the room and my head snapped around, a deep blush darkening my cheeks to the same color a rose was as I saw Jason walk in. “Right here, sorry to keep you ladies waiting but I needed a shower. Spending a few hours in a gym doesn’t leave one smelling as pleasant as he should to entertain two beautiful women.”

He came to sit on the other side of me, just as close as his wife was. I didn’t think the ball of nerves could wind any tighter but as Jason leaned forward, one arm going behind me to settle on my shoulders to kiss his wife, and squishing me between them, I suddenly felt as if I was going to explode. When their lips parted I was slightly surprised when they didn’t settle back in their original positions instead they just pulled away slightly, angling their heads to look at me. “No need to be shy Amy, you should greet my husband too.” At her words I could feel Jason’s arm shift, his hand moving to cup the back of my head and hold it in place as he leaned forward to kiss me.

The ball of tension in my stomach suddenly exploded leaving my body loose and willing. One of my hands came up to curl around his neck while the other was guided by Megan’s to the growing erection in the front of his pants. Jason’s lips moved down to my neck, leaving mine free to be taken by Megan’s. My first lesbian kiss. I was surprised by how great it was; her lips were softer and fuller than a man’s, sweeter, more coaxing. They made me relax even further into their arms and had my core turning liquid.

I never thought I’d be doing this, never thought I’d be sitting in my neighbor’s living room with one of them on either side of me and their lips on my skin. I definitely never thought I’d enjoy it but that was exactly what was happening. Jason’s lips moved up and down my neck, roughly biting and sucking at the sensitive skin while his wife Megan pressed her lips tightly against mine, eager tongue licking at my lip, begging for entrance. The thing that surprised me the most was my response to their ministrations, eagerly responding, opening my mouth to Megan and returning the kiss with as much enthusiasm as she gave me. As her tongue touched mine her husband found a particularly sensitive spot on my neck making me moan into Megan’s mouth. His fingers were threading through my hair, tightening slightly and giving a soft tug, the slightest pain adding another layer of sensation adding to what I was already feeling. My body squirmed; I wanted attention in more places than above my shoulders.

Jason’s mouth continued it journey down, moving to my shoulders and pushed the straps of my dress and bra. I felt Megan’s smooth hand as it moved up my thigh, caressing the exposed skin gently, her fingers just feathering over it. Her other hand was pulling the straps on my left side down, and her head ducked, mirroring what her husband was doing, my head tilted back as my eyes stayed closed in pleasure. My dress was getting pulled down further until it was bunched at my waist, leaving my bra and the rest of my chest exposed and free to be caressed. I found myself being shifted, moved so that I was now lying along the length of the couch, my back settling against the firm chest of Justin which was still bare and slightly damp from his shower, while his wife pulled the cups if my bra aside, freeing my breasts. My nipples were flushed and stiff, begging for some sort of attention and Megan was more than happy to give it. She leaned forward, hot breath causing the right peak to tighten even further, sensitized even more. Her eyes came up to meet mine, holding my gaze as she slowly extended her tongue drawing just the tip over my flesh. The sensation caused my hips to buck slightly and a loud moan left my throat when she closed her lips over me and suckled deeply.

Jason’s left arm came up to cover my other breast, fingers closing over that nipple and rolling it between them, it drove the fire in me even hotter. His other arm had come up to turn my face, tilting it up so that he could crash his lips into mine. I wound my fingers through Megan’s thick waves, pulling her mouth (and its heat) even tighter against me as my body arched into the sensations that were torturing my breasts. Megan’s hands were wandering down my body until they reached the hem of my dress. They pushed it up, exposing more of my legs as she began to kiss under my boob, her mouth taking the same path her hands had down my body. When her mouth began to kiss and nip down my thigh I spread my legs even further, not thinking about the fact I was opening to my legs to another woman, let alone that I was a woman whose husband was behind me, his mouth pressed firmly to mine as he pinched my nipple. I was surprised to find my body reacted to the roughness of this. I’d never even tried rough sex before, all of my partners being more of the slow and steady type of guys but this was turning me on more than ever before. As Jason’s hand travelled up to tangle in my hair and tug my head sharply to the side I moaned, growing louder as his teeth found my neck and his wife’s fingers began rubbing against the silk of my panties. I knew they were already wet with my juices and when she spoke I became ever wetter.

“Look at who is responding so well. I thought you were only into vanilla sex you naughty little liar.”

Normally if someone had said something like that to me I’d have been appalled but the words only drove me higher, made me wetter. I felt as she pushed the hem of my dress up over my hips and then grabbed the edge of my panties and pulled them down, baring me to her. My eyes came open to look at her as she sat up, she
pulled her shirt up over her head, freeing her D cups and quickly shimmied out of her shorts, reveling she wasn’t wearing any panties. She settled between my legs once again, wasting no time in wrapping her lips around my clit and sucking on it. This made me go wild, bucking my hips and arching my back, my moans filling the house. Jason now had both his hands on my tits pinching the tips and tweaking them making me squirm under them both, I didn’t know what to do; I was helpless under the pleasure.