Nymphomania (Erotic Romance Bundle)

by Dalia Daudelin

  My mouth lets out a hissing sound as my face screws up from the pain. I grip at the bed sheets and try to brace myself as Jake pops into my pussy. The pain and the pressure are almost overwhelming as he slowly sinks deeper into me. The only thing making it better is the feeling of Josh licking, biting and sucking my nipples.

  Josh reaches his hand over my body and fingers my clit. I gasp as Jake bottoms out on me at the same time, his cock head brushing against my cervix and the pain finally giving away to pleasure. He pulls out slowly again, the head of his cock brushing against something inside me that drives me almost over the edge, before he nearly pulls out.

  Again he shoves himself into me, harder and faster this time, and pulls out. Again, and again, until we're at a moderate pace and I'm feeling a flutter of butterflies in my stomach with each thrust. Jake's prick feels so good inside me, so thick and long, I never want my first time to end.

  Jake looks down at me with that same angry lust in his eyes, pulls his cock almost out, and thrusts into me hard. “Ow!” I scream as his cock hits my cervix harder than before. Jake starts to fuck me hard and fast now, thrusting harder into me each time.

  The thrusts are making me a little dizzy, as the hard fucking shakes me, but my mind is more focused on how good my pussy feels. Josh keeps frigging my clit as Jake fucks my pussy harder and faster, groaning the whole time. I can feel my pussy getting wetter, and a strange feeling building up inside of me, when suddenly an orgasm hits me like a train. I'm screaming and holding on for dear life as my juices spill out over Jake and down his thighs.

  Suddenly, with him roaring like a beast, his hot cum starts shooting into me as well, and as we both cum together we last what seems like minutes. My orgasm still isn't over as he's setting me back down on the bed.

  “You know what to do, Josh.” Josh looks up at his brother before coming between my legs and, without warning, licking up his friend's cum. Somehow that makes me horny again, and I find myself sitting up and grabbing his hair, pushing his nose against my clit as he slurps up the cum. I look down and see that his prick is hard again.

  Pulling him up by his hair, he winces. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him into me. It takes a moment before he understands, but when he does he spears me with his prick, pushing himself deep within me. He feels so good inside of me that I nearly cum right then and there. I'm still a little sloppy, and the sex is loud, but Josh starts pumping into me hard.

  He leans over and sucks one of my nipples into my mouth as he fucks me. I look into his eyes and see love and happiness, and I can't help but smile. I wiggle my hips in time with his thrusts, enjoying the ride. Suddenly, Josh flips me over so my ass in the air and penetrates my pussy from behind. He fucks me slowly at first, and then picks up his pace as he holds onto my hips and slams into me hard.

  “Your ass looks so sexy when I slam into you. It jiggles all over the place,” Josh says, sounding winded from fucking me. He fucks me harder and harder until my cunt starts spasming.

  “Fuck! I'm cumming, Josh, don't stop!” I scream these words and grip the bed hard, screaming as another orgasm rips through my body. I feel his balls slapping against my clit as he rides me hard and grunts as he cums in my pussy just like his brother did.

  He pulls out of me and falls to his knees again as I flip back over, pressing his face against my quim and slurping up his own cum. I hear the shower running and realize that Jake left the room to clean up. I run my fingers through my friend turned lover's hair as he eats me out, his nose pressed against my clit again.

  When he finishes cleaning me up, he stands and helps me up as well before pulling me into a deep kiss. “I've always wanted to be with you, Annie.”

  My heart melts and I lean into him, kissing him back. He helps me gather my clothes and I head back over to my bedroom, a sort of glowing feeling washing over me. That was fun. Who cares if I lost my boyfriend today? I found two new lovers.

  I hop into the shower smiling, knowing that this won't be the last encounter I have with my two sexy roommates. I take a longer shower than usual, spending half the time playing with my clit and pulling on my nipples. I think tomorrow, I want to be double penetrated.

  His Apocalyptic Lover

  Nuclear Horror Erotica

  Dalia Daudelin

  The house above my hiding spot creaks against the poisonous wind outside. My dark bunker, far below the house where my husband and I once wanted to start a family, keeps me safe but alone.

  I've been down here for 48 days. 48 days without proper electricity. No running water, no daytime television, no internet. The whole country's gone dark.

  Hell, maybe the whole world has gone dark.

  Luckily I had the forethought to prepare for this. I've been reading over the books I had printed 3 years ago with survival information I found online, articles and papers that I knew would help keep me alive. I'm rereading the self defense section, though it's not like I'll ever need these tips.

  Even if someone breaks into the house above, they will probably never find the door behind all the boxes and clothes in my closet. And if they do find the door, they will never be able to break through. It's been reinforced. Jack, my husband, paid so much money to make my prison- my home- perfectly safe. I'm as safe s a suburban housewife can be while the apocalypse is destroying everything around me.

  Still, I'm so lonely. 45 days ago, Jack went topside to survey the area and maybe bring down some of the vegetables from my garden if they hadn't been picked off by others. He never came back. I have no clue what happened to him, if he's dead or alive. Maybe he just decided to abandon me.

  It's most likely that he's dead. The thought makes me feel ill and restless, so I stand up and put my book away.

  This room is on the first floor of my 2 story basement. It is my library, where I've stored encyclopedias and religious texts and over 2500 fiction books. My e-reader worked until just a week ago, but now I just have these paper books to go over again and again while I'm down here. I have boardgames, too, but no one to play them with. I even stored some trading card games at Jack's request.

  I have as many books as I can possibly fit in this room, with floor to ceiling shelves that occupy most of both floors in the basement. On the second floor, the shelves hold food and water. We had to maximize space to pack in enough resources to keep us safe and sane down here for 5 to 8 years. Jack and I were lucky we even had the forethought and the money to prepare for the massive solar storm and subsequent war that dismantled and destroyed, well, the whole world.

  When he came home from Afghanistan, Jack had a plan for how to keep our family safe if any sort of disaster struck. It took half a million dollars to get this all set up, but it was worth it in the long run. I have a radio that I use use to listen to the news, but I can never bring myself to turn it on and hear how many millions of people are projected to have died.

  I can't cry over what's happened anymore. All of those tears were dry by day 10, and my time is better spent keeping myself safe and sane, in case he ever does come home.

  Of course, I've accepted that I will be alone down here, forever. And I will probably go mad from it.

  48 days ago I was canning some homemade blackberry jam when the 'shit hit the fan'. That's what Jack always called it, instead of the apocalypse or the end of the world. The sweetest blackberries I ever managed to cultivate, and I am savoring every bit of these jars. I don't want them to run out too soon.

  “Well,” I say, the words echoing against the wall of food in front of me. “What should I read now?” Taking my bread with the jam spread thin, I go back upstairs to look through my books. The first section that catches my eye is the religious section.

  The Bible, the Quran, and some more obscure texts adorn these shelves. The Principia Discordia is always a fun one. It's full of dadaist humor and zen philosophy, but I'm not interested in any of that today.

  I turn around and check out my romance novels instead. I realize with despair how damn horny I a
m. I've tried to ignore the itch, but it's becoming maddening. Admittedly, I've never masturbated before. Not even once! I wasn't raised to, and I got married only a month after graduating from high school so I never needed to. Jack was always here to take care of that for me.

  He's not now, though. I pick up one of the romance novels and take it with me to the bed, laying down on my stomach and propping myself up with two pillows. One of them still smells faintly of Jack. His scent only fills me with a more urgent desire.

  Soaking in the words, I take in all of the character's sexual exploits. I let one of my hands slide beneath me, cupping my mound. My breasts ache to be touched, too, but I need to hold the book open with the other hand.

  Pressing against my kitty a little harder, I whisper a small gasp. Pulling the hand back up, I lick one of my fingers and slide my hand under my shirt. Jack always did that, lick his fingers before touching my hard, sensitive nubs. It makes the sensation so much sweeter that way.

  This is only making me more frustrated. I sit up and keep reading, which agitates me more. “Oh, what the hell. I'm all alone.” I set my book down on the bed and stand up, ripping off my shirt and skirt but leaving on my panties. In the mirror next to my bed, I catch my reflection. I look good like this.

  My lips are swollen and my cheeks are pink. I slide my hands down both sides of my body and admire my own curves, relishing in the erotic attention I'm giving myself. I flick one of my pink nipples, which elicits a moan from me. I bite my lower lip as I tweak the nipple again.

  Hooking the right side of my panties with my thumb, I pull them down an inch before glancing at myself again. I feel self conscious even though no one else is watching. Pulling my panties down, I toss them next to my bed and run my fingers through my blonde pubic hair.

  I moan softly at my own touch. My fingers work their way down and make circles around my clitoris, alternating between pressing lightly and pressing more hard. Each circle sends a jolt of sexy electricity through my body. Laying back down, I continue the circles while squeezing my breast with my other hand. I remember my wedding night, the way Jack touched me when we were young and innocent. The thought nearly pushes me over the edge. My moans grow louder, the circles around my clitoris faster, and faster, until I'm about to explode and-

  BAM BAM BAM

  I jump off the bed and let out a startled shriek. No one should know about where I am! Jack always said loose lips sink ships, so neither of us told anyone, not even our best friends knew about the bunker. Who the hell could it be out there?

  BAM BAM BAM BAM

  I dress myself quickly, but can't find my panties. I grab the gun from my dresser and creep over to the ladder that goes up to the door above. Everything is quiet, and I'm hoping that means whoever the intruder is gave up and went away. Jack taught me how to shoot, but I haven't had much practice. I don't want to have to use my gun.

  “Victoria?!”

  The voice is male, and familiar. My heart starts to pound, but I don't give into the temptation of hope. Hope isn't something I can afford while I'm trying to stay sane down here.

  I shouldn't answer. I shouldn't say a damn thing, but... “How do you know my name?” I shout back. Stupid! I should have just kept quiet and pretended I was dead or gone.

  “Victoria let me in right now!”

  I can't move. There's no breath left in my body, and all I can do is stand still until finally I come to my senses. Slowly, painfully scared, I climb the first step, and then the next, taking out my key to unlock the hatch. I pull on the handle before pushing the door open just wide enough to peek out and see two feet. Two pairs of black boots. Two of the same boots that Jack wore.

  “Let me in, sweetheart.” The voice is smooth, soft, reassuring.

  I throw the door open and look up at the face I've wanted to see for over a month. It's worn and sandy and has a few new scars, but it's the same face. It's Jack. It's Jack!

  I grab his hand and we both topple down the ladder. He lands on top of me, and the world goes black.

  I sit up fast and blink my eyes. My shelter is dark and silent.

  Oh, it must have all been a dream. I feel my heart break all over again. Damned dreams... Settling back into bed, I wrap my arm around a body pillow and pull it close.

  Funny, the body pillow is warm. And moving. I sit up again, my head pounding with a headache. I try to see in the dark, but in the end I have to fumble for the flashlight I always leave on the table next to me when I sleep. I click the button with a shaking hand and a trembling lip.

  Still dirty and way too thin, but that's him. That's Jack. It wasn't a dream, and he's really back. I want to wake him up and kiss him for days, but I know he must be tired. Once again. I settle in next to him. Pulling him close, I smell his hair and feel his stomach. His ribs poke through his skin, but he does not seem weak.

  Jack lets out a snort of a snore and I stifle a laugh. He must be dreaming about something. Maybe he's dreaming about me.

  “Wake up, darling.”

  I'm woken up this time by Jack shaking me gently. I look up into his beautiful eyes and suddenly a month of loneliness bubbles forth and I'm a sobbing mess. I pull him down on top of me and hug him close, digging my nails into him for the fear of him leaving me again.

  My sobs are not pretty. The come with hiccups and moans of pain, but Jack never once laughs. I feel his own tears burn into my shirt and his arms wrap around my body. Oh, how I've ached for this embrace.

  Through my gasping sobs, I ask, “Where were you?”

  He pulls away from me before joining me in the bed. Feeling his warmth is so soothing. “Well, when I went topside to get some fresh food, I saw a little girl. She was maybe 10, 11, not old at all. Nude as the day she was born. Victoria, I had to go help her. She was screaming and pointing at a burning house, and I saw these shapes moving around it.

  “Well, when I got over to her, she stabbed me right in the leg.” He pulls up his pants and shows a deep gouge in the flesh. “I fell down and her group of sick sadists dragged me over to the burning house where they threw me in the back of a truck and took me to their camp. They tied me up and tortured me for days. I think they were some kind of cult.”

  He was quiet as a shiver ran up his back. I press my hand against his back, hoping to comfort him. “Well, eventually they got into a fight and killed each other. The little girl saw it all. She cut me loose before running off, and I didn't go find her. After that I tried to find my way back home, but it was impossible until I found a map. Turns out I was a whole state away.”

  “A whole state!” I yell. He winces and guilt washes over me.

  “That's mostly what took so long, aside from fighting some other scavengers. I got lost a few times until I just stuck to the highway. Ain't nobody on the busy roads anymore, though all the gas has been siphoned off.” He stands up. “Come see what I brought. I found new books, and there's a library only a mile away we can go to. I also brought back some more jam. I could only fit a few jars, but-”

  I spin him around and pull him into a deep kiss. I don't care about jam or books or anything. I just wanted Jack back, and now that I have him, I'm going to show him. A month of desire and loneliness and depression has just been lifted from me and I need Jack now more than anything in the world.

  I pull off his dirty shirt and throw it to the ground. My hands explore his torso more, where they find knife wounds and recent scabs. Dog bites. Still kissing him with my tongue deep in his mouth, I unbutton his pants and let them fall to the ground.

  He's already hard. “I've missed you so damn bad, baby,” he says through our kiss. Oh, Jack. The rest of the world sinks away. Nothing bad exists anymore. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

  His warm hand is already up my shirt, playing with my stiff nipples. I let out an involuntary moan. Jack moves to let me lay down, his strong hand supporting my back as it arches during the fall onto the bed. He pulls my shirt up and I allow him to slip it over my head.
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  He drinks in the sight of my tits, licking his lips. Taking my hands, he pins them above my head before dipping his face down to kiss me again. His mouth kisses from my lips, to my chin, to my neck. It flutters against my chest and then his tongue swirls around my nipple while his right hand ventures up my skirt.

  “No panties? Did you know I was coming?” He looks up at me, confused. I blush and shake my head. Jack chuckles and presses his hand against my mound, my clitoris now throbbing with desire. He kisses down my stomach until his face is right above my pelvis.

  He lips graze my pubic hair, then lightly tough my inner thigh. I gasp and arch my back, keeping my hands above my head so that I can let him explore me. Jack's teeth nip at the sensitive skin on my thigh.

  Going back to my kitty, he holds my legs open with his strong arms and dips his head down. His tongue snakes into my slit and I see stars. I moan and grip my pillow as Jack sucks on my clitoris, pushing it around with his tongue. His spit drips down my skin and onto the bed.

  He stops licking my pussy, to my great disappointment, and stands up. He holds out his hand to help me up. My knees are wobbly, but I force myself onto my feet. Jack's penis is so big, bigger than I remember. I touch it again, marveling at how warm and soft it is. His precum leaks down his shaft, the shiny liquid making it look even bigger.

  He turns me around and bends me over our bed. Aiming his huge cock at the entrance of my cunt. With no warning, he gives into his sexual needs and slams his cock deep into me. I nearly have an earth-shattering orgasm right that second. My scream is so loud that it echoes off the walls. Jack holds me up as my knees quack, patiently waiting for me to adjust to his size again.

  He rocks slowly at first, and in no time the pain is gone and I'm taken over by pleasure. My mouth hangs open as he fucks me. Jack's hand reaches under my body and rubs my clit while he pounds into me.