by T West
Not that she had any boyfriends yet. The guys in school, even the hot ones, just didn’t interest her. They all needed to grow up a bit.
And that just left her frustrated.
Since puberty, as she became aware of her developing body, Emma had been on another mission. A mission to discover her sexuality. Her mom had the talk with her in a strictly biological fashion. The school sex education was just as inadequate. And her friends were even less help. Everything else she had to learn from the Internet.
Thank God for the Internet. She had learned so much, watching videos, finding forums, reading blog post after blog post. She learned how to pleasure herself because there was nobody that she was willing to learn with. Until now it had just been her fingers and her hairbrush. Not that she would say that she wasn’t a virgin anymore. She hadn’t yet pushed her brush inside her beyond the tip. She wanted that first experience to be with a real penis. But she had come close some nights, the excitement and pleasure pulsing in her loins, daring her, begging her to push that brush handle deeper. She had refrained.
She didn’t know how much longer she would hold out though. She had been looking forward to meeting some more experienced and mature men among the camp counselors. And now, as she stared at Scott, sitting inches away from her, his wavy hair bouncing as he talked animatedly, his muscles flexing as he gesticulated with his arms, now it seemed like her wait was over. Scott had already won her heart in the way that he wrote to her. He was intelligent, sensitive and caring. And now that she could actually see him, she was convinced he was the full package. He was what she’d been waiting for.
She flashed a smile at him to show she hadn’t lost interest in his monologue. Then, she adjusted herself on the seat, tucking her legs in under her, just in case the little wet spot between her thighs was starting to show.
The rest of the day zoomed by. The bus arrived at the camp late in the afternoon. And with all the unpacking and orientation and arranging sleeping quarters, everything was a blur.
Emma and Scott had spent the rest of the afternoon together getting their gear sorted out, packing their things into their respective bunks and meeting some of the children that had already arrived. The bulk of the kids would arrive the next morning in time for their first climb before the sun got too high.
Scott had disappeared soon before dinner, going off to find some of his old camp friends, leaving Emma to eat by herself. She chatted idly with some of the other counselors but no-one else enticed her. A few hours after arriving, Emma left the meal quarters, tired and looking forward to bed.
There was a bunch of boys playing softball nearby, one team playing with their shirts on, the other without. Scott was fielding, part of the skin’s team. He spotted her and waved. Emma caught herself grinning like a smitten school girl. She’d been right; she counted a solid six pack on his athletic torso.
Her loins warmed immediately. Waving back, she turned and quickly made her way back to her bunk. It was still mostly empty. A few bags lay scattered on the ground, some beds were already slept in, but mostly the bunk was empty.
Emma tore off her shorts and T-shirt and slipped under the covers.
Once covered, she pulled off her panties and bra and dropped them on the side of the bed. Closing her eyes, her hand made its way between her legs, rubbing against her pubic bone, she pushed her palm flat against her body, pushing downwards until her fingers touched the engorged lips of her womanhood.
In her mind, she saw Scott, now fully naked, approaching her. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her close to him. She smelled his manly musk and it sent ripples through her body. She looked up at him. He gazed back at her, passively, a subtle smile on his face. Then he placed his mouth on hers and kissed her passionately. Emma melted into his arms. She was sure that if he hadn’t been holding her, she would have fallen to the ground. Her legs were weak, a million butterflies swirled in her tummy and a fire burned in her pussy. All external awareness shutdown, leaving only the sensation of his body, the feel of his lips and tongue on her mouth.
Wetness dripped down her inner thighs. In her bed, Emma rubbed one hand against her wet skin before bringing it to her mouth. She licked her fingers, inhaling deeply, the other hand frigging hard against her clit. She grabbed her left breast and squeezed. A moan escaped her mouth.
Scott was squeezing his body against her, sucking on her tongue, his thick, hard penis mashed against her. Her breasts tingled, squashed against his chest. His strong hands rubbed down her back, one of them grabbing her ass. She squealed into his mouth. Scott moved his hips up and down, the head of his cock playing against her vulva.
In her bed, Emma had replaced her fingers with the head of her hairbrush, pressing it against her in time with Scott’s movements in her head.
He pushed hard against her, his tongue wrestling with hers, both hands now on her bum, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. His hips were thrusting hard against her now, moving faster and faster, the tip of his penis playing against her open pussy.
She wanted him so bad. She squeezed her breasts. She was on fire, panting hard, close to orgasm. She wanted him in her.
The hairbrush moved into her, poised, ready to be thrust deep into her snatch. She took a deep breath, her eyes closed, waiting, already trembling.
Scott pressed himself hard into her.
The hairbrush moved in her but stopped short. The part of her that was still aware held back. Still, it was enough. The image of Scott’s cock pushed her over the edge. Emma arched her back, still in her bed, still alone, as a wave of pleasure washed over her. With her body shaped like a bridge, one hand still squeezing her boob, the other pleasuring her pussy with her hairbrush, she dropped her head back. Her eyes fluttered open momentarily, still glazed with delight.
Her heart skipped a beat. Because there, just on the other side of her bed, someone was watching her.
Emma scrambled in panic around in her bed, pulling the blankets against her naked body. She was fully aware now. She looked out into the room.
It was dark and empty.
There was no sign of anyone. The door was still closed. It looked like nothing was out of the ordinary. Emma breathed heavily from the effort of her orgasm and the scare she had during it. She had a vivid imagination, there was no question about that. Almost every night, Emma closed her eyes and had wild sexual experiences. But those images always remained behind shut eyelids. She was certain that somebody had been watching her.
But who? And where were they now? Maybe I AM just dreaming, she thought, forcing herself to laugh. Just tired. It was a long trip after all.
Looking around the room once more, Emma untangled the blankets and lay down again. This time when she closed her eyes, she almost instantly fell fast asleep.
Hiking through the forest the next day was exciting. She and Scott led a group of ten young grade 7s along the stony path down the cliffs. They had spent the morning instructing the children on how to use the harnesses, tying knots and general safety.
Scott handled most of the instruction. He had a very take-charge attitude when it came down to it and was very good with the kids. They took a liking to him immediately. Emma had to smile at how much more attractive this made him. During their hike, her mind frequently jumped back to their imaginary lovemaking session and she giggled, her pussy twitching happily at the memories.
Scott gave her an odd sideways glance at first but by the time they reached their first crag, he seemed to have accepted her unexpected giggles. In a way, they did make her cuter. He was very chatty again this morning, taking turns talking to her directly and imparting knowledge on their young charges. He was a walking encyclopedia of useful information from what the different rocks were called to what type of foliage to avoid.
Emma knew how to climb and climb well but she didn’t know her granite from her marble, so to speak. She was looking forward to learning so much from Scott during the next few days.
They made it to the first climb
, dumped their bags and got all their gear out. While Scott helped the children put on their harnesses and revisit the rope knots lesson, Emma decided to scout out the area. She wanted to see exactly what they were climbing. It was a simple piece of rock angled at about 60 degrees with plenty of hand and footholds. She’d mastered this kind of climb when she was about eight.
Without the need for ropes and belay devices, Emma scrambled up the rock with ease. She made a note of the good holds so that she could guide the children. It was a short climb as well. They wouldn’t get too tired or freak out.
At the top she looked down at Scott and the kids.
“Helloooooooooo.” She called.
Scott looked up and waved before resuming his task of securing a harness. Some of the kids called back up excitedly.
“Hellllooooooooo!”
Suddenly, their expressions changed. They looked scared. A few pointed.
“Look out!” one small boy yelled.
Scott looked up at this and the blood drained from his face.
“Emma!” he called. “Come down! NOW!”
Emma was already moving in position to descend. She looked above her to see what had spooked Scott and the children. She stopped as panic took over and froze her against the rock.
Above her, standing at an angle on the cliff face as though gravity meant nothing, a being watched her. It stood very still, gazing calmly at her with green, slanted eyes. The thing wasn’t clothed. It looked like a naked man, complete with an 8-inch flaccid penis, but its skin was shiny, almost reflective. The shadows and contours of the rock face were mirrored on its body. Its head was oval and reminded her of elves in fantasy movies.
Her mind went back to the image she had seen the previous night. Could this be the same person? She had only glimpsed the being in the night but the shape seemed to fit. The oval head, the very erect stance, the slim, muscular body. Who is this being? WHAT is it?
“Emma!”
Scott’s call broke her reverie. She fought against her panic and shifted her body to climb down. The creature moved as soon as she did, walking calmly and purposefully down the rock until it was right next to her. It reached down and grabbed her wrist. It wasn’t rough but the grip was tight. It was not going to let her leave, that was certain.
The being flexed its legs, and jumped.
Emma felt like she was flying. The creature lifted her easily as it bounded up the rocks away from the children and away from Scott. She felt dazed, the panic dissipated, moving through the air, almost nothing supporting her. The cries of the children faded into the background. There was nothing now; just the wind blowing past her.
She had no idea how quickly they moved nor how far. All at once, the being stopped and lay her against the ground. The feel of the dirt awakened her senses. The panic returned with a vengeance. She screamed and tried to sit up. The creature, still calm and still, softly placed a hand on her forehead. Emma had never felt a sense of peace as deep as this. She felt sedate, collected, one with the world. Loved.
She had never felt so loved.
She looked up, gazing into the face of this creature, this being that cared so much for her. It looked at her, a caring and serene thing. It moved closer to her. Its face moved almost against her own.
She was naked, she realized. Just like the creature. She had no recollection of what happened to her clothes or even if she’d put any on today. She barely remembered hiking the trail. All that mattered right now, in this moment, was that she was in love. And the object of her love pressed itself against her.
Its cock was hard now, erect, pulsing. It pushed against her pussy, rubbing up and down just like she always rubbed herself with her hairbrush. The creature lifted her up against its body, hugging her against him. Emma nuzzled its neck.
She lifted her ass as he squeezed it, raising her above his cock. He stopped moving. Emma opened her eyes and looked into the most loving face she’d ever known. He was waiting for her.
She nodded. She smiled. It was happening. This was what she came here for.
She felt him enter her, slowly, his schlong filling her up, the tight walls of her pussy clamping against the thick girth. She gasped as the sensation washed over her. This was too much. But she wanted it. She needed it.
He rocked back and forth, thrusting gently but firmly, each thrust taking him deeper. She had never felt this good. He moved faster, drilling harder. Emma squealed. She could feel it building up.
"Oooh," she moaned, swinging her hips hard against him. "Jesus frickin’ Christ!”
Emma was enjoying this position, but the creature had other plans. He wanted to be as deep as possible. He slid his huge phallus out of her, and lowered her to the ground. Emma watched his erection bob about in front of her face for a moment, before he leaned over, grabbed hold of her hips and flipped her over onto all fours. Her bare, peachy ass jiggled in the cool air, and the creature got to it.
He stood behind her, his feet either side of her, and squatted down, lining up his cock with her inviting, pink pussy. He pressed his shiny cock-head up against Emma’s now fully-slick pussy, gripped her thighs forcefully, and speared her deep, every last inch. Her eyes watered and she gasped in pleasure as the creature bucked his hips, sliding all of his long, thick dong in and out of her.
He nailed her rampantly, pulling her hair back and playfully smacking her peachy orbs, as Emma felt an incredible climax build up inside. She screamed at the top of her lungs as she came, squirting around the wide shaft and splattering the large, full balls behind her. It was a much better orgasm than she’d ever had with her hairbrush and Scott was the furthest thing from her mind.
Her climax only seemed to egg the creature on even more, and he pumped her dominantly, needing to reach his own release. With one final twitch of his nuts the creature came, and jet after jet of hot, sticky goo sprayed into Emma’s fertile young body. She moaned in agonizing passion. And passed out.
That had been a week ago. Now she was standing on the top of a cliff overlooking the pine forest. She was naked. Clothes didn’t interest her anymore. She ran her hand over her swollen belly, a mixture of sadness and pride running through her. The creature had left her, naked and alone. Scott and the children had found her soon after and carried her back to camp. She’d lain in bed for a few days, drained from her encounter. She hadn’t felt ill, just tired, and hungry. When her belly grew, she realized where her energy was going.
The creature hadn’t left her completely alone. She would bear his child. Their child.
She had run away in the dead of the night. Emma wasn’t stupid. She knew they’d want to take her baby away from her. For your own good, they’d say. But she knew better. They were jealous. She’d seen Scott’s face change when he noticed her swelling tummy. She’d seen the other counselors as well. The children. They would never know the love she had found. That agonizing passion she had experienced. Yes, they were jealous and they would take it out on her and her child.
She knew it. So she ran away.
She looked out over the pine forest. He was out there, that beautiful reflective creature. And she would find him. She would bring his child to him.
Emma smiled, the wind blowing her hair wildly, kissing her bare skin. With her hand still holding her belly, she walked on to find him.
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Steamy Erotica Story 2
“M ichael is going to be staying with us for a few months,” said Trish to her daughter Emma, who suddenly started listening intently.
“You mean like a lodger?”
“Yeah. He’s going to have the spare room up at the top of the house.”
19 year old Emma looked out of the window as Michael’s BMW pulled into the driveway. “So mum, why isn’t he still with Mellissa? I mean, what happened?”
“They split. I shouldn’t really be telling anyone, but she ended up cheating on him.”
“Oh, that’s terrible,” said Emma, eying up the tall strong man as he got
out of his car. Even though Michael was in his 40’s, Emma still had a crush on him. Now she was of age, a young woman, she felt a wet tingling sensation between her thighs as she perused his muscular torso, rippling underneath his rugby shirt as he walked towards the front door.
“Oh hello, come on in,” said Trish as she opened the door. “The kettle’s just boiled. You remember Emma don’t you?”
“Yes, of course I do,” said Michael in a warm tone. “God, you’ve grown,” as he looked Emma up and down. Ripe, her voluptuous melons jutted out and pressed against the thin fabric of her sweater.
“So, what’s new with you?” asked Trish, purposefully avoiding conversation about Michael’s failed marriage. “I see you’re still playing rugby.”
“Oh yes. Even for an old boy like me, I do still love a good old game of rugger. Ha, it’s something about the mud I think. I’m playing this weekend actually, so it should be a good one.”
“Ok, awesome. Let me show you to your room. It’s at the top of the house.” Emma watched her mother lead Michael up the stairs and eyed up his muscular buttocks through his jeans as he ascended the staircase. Emma checked her phone. Hmmm, I’ve got a date with Spencer tonight, I’d better get ready, she thought.
Later that night, at Spencer’s apartment, Emma was chilling on his bed. The two were watching a porn movie, again. Maybe I should stop dating jocks.
“I’m not sure what it is you like so much about these movies,” said Emma as her wrist quickened.
“There’s just something about the group dynamic that really tantalizes my nut-sacks,” explained Spencer as his breath quickened.