Sensual Erotica (Vol. 1): 26 Erotic Stories

by Priscilla West

  After mapping me with his hands, his mouth followed, making my skin burn even hotter as he licked me and sucked me wherever he could reach, even biting my skin in some areas, leaving marks. I, in turn, was not even allowed to touch him, one of his hands holding my wrists in an almost bruising grip.

  Suddenly, he tossed me down on the couch and no sooner had my back hit the soft cushion was he on top of me. Without warning, he inserted two fingers deep inside me, making me whimper at the pain. It was only slight, though, since I was already soaked and ready for him and even that totally vanished as he moved his fingers in and out of me, causing me to throw my head back against the cushions and push down against his fingers at the same time.

  “Shit,” he muttered, looking down at me with eyes brimming with lust.

  In the next few seconds, he undid his pants and lowered the front of his boxers, revealing his thick, proud cock, which made me swallow just at the sheer size of it before licking my lips in anticipation.

  He looked at me, grinning at my expression, as he positioned himself between my legs.

  “You asked for it, sweetheart,” he said, which was all the warning I got before he penetrated me with one quick, hard thrust, his girth stretching me with delicious soreness, though not enough to make me ask him to stop. Heck, I didn’t want to stop no matter what the reason, not now when I had gotten this far.

  I took a deep breath as I adjusted to his size and the feeling of him inside me, which I still could not believe was happening, and I had barely released it when he started moving. The pleasure was as amazing – no, even more amazing than I had ever imagined, and I silently praised myself for having set out to seduce him. I had known from the start that there was something special about him, after all, or at least, something that made him different from all the men I had known and slept with so far, which were just boys compared to him, just as I had a feeling that he would blow my mind away in bed. And boy, was I right.

  I lost my capacity to think of anything else but the pleasure he was currently giving me as his cock rubbed against a special part inside of me, making me gasp. With each forceful thrust that moved my entire body, pushing my head against the arm of the couch, I was being brought closer and closer to my orgasm, like a wave being drawn to the shore, and when he reached down to stroke my clit, I came, the force of my orgasm causing my vision to blur as I cried out and trembled all over, digging my nails into the arm of the couch.

  It took me a few seconds to recover and when I finally did, he was still thrusting into me. All of a sudden, he pulled out and flipped me over, then just as quickly as he had pulled out, he was back inside me again, his pace even more relentless, his hands gripping my raised hips tightly.

  After several thrusts, he buried himself balls deep inside me and came, and just the feeling of him coming inside me made me come again so that my body was wracked with shivers alongside his. By the time my second orgasm had subsided, I felt so exhausted that I barely felt him pulling out, though even then, I did not move, lying still until my breathing and heartbeat had slowed down.

  When they had, I turned around, feeling his cum trickle out of me as I did so but not minding it. Then, I looked up at him with a smile.

  “Now, that’s what I call a good fuck,” I said. “Although good doesn’t quite describe it.”

  “Really?” He grinned.

  “I suppose I won’t need any other man from now on,” I told him. “Just remember, I am in your care.”

  He shrugged. “I guess that means I’ll have a lot more broken light bulbs, dripping taps and stuck drawers to fix in the future.”

  I smiled, wrapping a tendril of my blonde hair around a finger. “I’ll be counting on you.”

  Slippery When Oiled

  by Eva Morrison

  I burst into the house and kicked my heels across the room. Chad lowered his magazine and raised an eyebrow at me from across the room.

  “Tough day, Liz?” he asked, smirking because he already knew the answer from my entrance.

  “I demand your therapeutic services immediately,” I said, then laughed in spite of my stress. Work had been a beast, and the only thing that kept me going those last couple of hours was the thought of Chad’s able hands on my body.

  Chad tossed his magazine to the floor and got up from the recliner. He crossed the carpet and gripped my hip. “My services are at your command,” he murmured.

  I tilted my head up to kiss him, then hissed in pain. My neck and shoulders were in knots — physical proof of the day’s tension. Chad made clucking sounds, rubbing my muscles. “We’re going to need to help you relax, first,” he said.

  He led me into the bedroom while undoing each button on my shirt. Reaching around and squeezing my ass, Chad unzipped my skirt. I wiggled my hips, and it fell to the ground.

  Chad drew in a quick breath. “No underwear today? You bad girl.”

  I smiled and unclasped my bra. “It was a surprise for you,” I said, batting my eyelashes. “I knew I could get you to undress me.”

  Chad smiled before laying me across the bed. He ran his experienced hands down my back. My muscles shivered at his touch. I wrinkled my brow at the sudden loss of one hand and the sound of Chad rummaging through our bedside table. “What’re you —“ I started to complain.

  “I want to try something,” he said quickly, cutting me off. I heard the pop of a lid and a familiar scent filled my nostrils.

  “Suntan lotion?” I asked.

  “Coconut oil,” Chad answered.

  “Are you talking about lube?”

  “It’s a little more than that,” Chad said.

  I sat up. “And what, exactly, are you planning on doing with it?”

  Chad shrugged and grinned. “Whatever came to mind, starting with getting those kinks out of your back.”

  I frowned. “I don’t want to get all oily.” Pulling a couple of pins loose, my hair tumbled down from its bun. I shook it out. “Come on, Chad. Give me what I want.”

  Chad dipped into the bottle and rubbed his fingers together. The smell was heavenly — a memory of summer in our bedroom. “I really want to try this,” he said. “I know you’ll enjoy yourself.”

  “How do you know?” I retorted. “I don’t even know if I’ll enjoy it or not.”

  “Let’s try it,” Chad persisted. “I’ll take care of everything.”

  “Everything?”

  “I swear.”

  “Will you even wash the sheets after the fun is over?” I smiled devilishly.

  Chad mulled it over for a moment. “Maybe we’d better take this outside.”

  I laughed and rolled off the bed. We hadn’t had sex outside in a long time. This would be a perfect night, making love beneath the stars.

  Outside, the pool lighting illuminated my naked body with ghostly blue shadows. I positioned myself facedown in a lounge chair, shuddering as the cool plastic shocked my bare skin.

  “Relax,” Chad breathed. I squirmed as I felt the oil splash onto my back. Coconut filled my nostrils, and I inhaled deeply.

  Chad’s fingers danced over my stress-wracked body. The oil allowed his palms to glide over my muscles, smoothing and melting the knots away. He worked his way down my spine, driving tiny groans from between my lips. Chad kneaded my ass, alternating between massage and teasing. He traced circles in the oil covering my skin.

  Slick hands rubbed down my thighs, tickling me behind my knees. I jerked, and a giggle escaped me. The giggle hitched into a gasp as oiled hands pressed against the arches of my feet. Pleasurable tingles radiated from my feet to my crotch.

  I rolled over on the lounge chair, tossing my head. “More,” I moaned. I gasped in surprise as oil splashed over my tits. “Seriously?” I squawked. “I’m going to be shiny for days if you keep this up.”

  “I’ll just dunk you in the pool when I’m through with you,” Chad teased. He raised an eyebrow. “Or hose you off.” I could tell the thought aroused him, and not just from the bulge in his pants
.

  Chad gently raked his nails down my chest, pinching my nipples. My eyes fluttered shut, and I arched my back at the electric pleasure that sent goose bumps erupting over my skin.

  Chad removed his hands, and I whimpered a protest. “I have to go get something,” he explained.

  I opened my eyes and pouted. Chad laughed and kissed me deeply. “I’ll be right back,” he said.

  I groaned in frustration at the loss of contact. The oil coating me made me feel like I was going to slip right off the lounge chair. I trailed my hands over my chest, smoothing the oil in patterns. It felt, I had to admit, completely erotic to be drenched in oil. I was literally dripping with it. Feeling dirty, I pinched my nipples between my thumb and finger, roughly pulling at the pert and slippery skin. God, I was horny. I pushed the oil lower, over my ribs and belly. A wicked thought flitted across my mind: How would the oil feel on my — “Oh!” I didn’t bother stifling a moan as my greased fingers glided over my clit, circling and tweaking. I closed my eyes as I pulled up the hood with one finger and ghosted another over the exposed nub, the oil adding a whole new dimension to my art. Shuddering, I tickled my lips with my other hand and prepared to plunge —.

  “And what do we have here?”

  I jumped, opening my eyes and halting my explorations at the sight of Chad. He shook another bottle and smirked at me.

  “Well, what’s a girl supposed to do when her man leaves her by herself in the heat of the moment?” I asked, pulling at my nipples and biting my bottom lip for Chad’s benefit.

  “Should I leave you alone with yourself for a while?”

  I gave a posh sigh and waved him away dismissively. “Do what you like,” I said, rubbing circles over my breasts and mewling.

  He chuckled. “You look so tempting,” he said. “I just want to rub my body against yours.” He shucked off his shirt and stepped out of his pants. I licked my lips at the sight of his hard cock.

  “Climb on then — careful not to slip,” I joked, holding my arms out.

  “Not so fast,” Chad said, wagging a finger. “I brought us this to try.”

  I sat up on my elbows and squinted to make out the lettering on the bottle. “Strawberry — wait, more lube? Don’t you think we’re going overboard here?”

  “I promise that you will like this one even better.” Chad popped the bottle open and squirted it directly between my open legs. I squealed at the cold liquid against my hot pussy. Chad knelt at the foot of the lounge chair, then began lapping up the oil from my dripping cunt. I twisted and groaned as Chad’s tongue chased down each rivulet meandering over my labia and into my hole. He grabbed my thighs to hold me still, suckling and munching at my mound. I was drenched, completely drenched, in oils and my own juices. I gave a high whine as Chad worked to drink everything in.

  I grabbed his hair and forced him away from my pussy. “What about you?” I asked, out of breath.

  “Eating your delicious cunt is enough to get me hard.” Chad smacked his lips.

  “Uh-uh.” I shook my head. “Lay your ass down and give me that oil.” We switched positions and it was my turn to watch him squirm as I drizzled oil over his cock and balls. The cloying smell of strawberries drew me in as I dipped my head over his crotch. I nibbled the very tip of his penis, sampling the flavor of his skin doused in strawberry sex oil. It tasted glorious. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, making it my goal to clean every drop of the lube from him. Lifting his cock with one hand, I nuzzled his slippery sack. Carefully, I took one testicle in my mouth, swirling my tongue to clean it completely. Chad gave a low moan. With just as much detail, I licked the other testicle clean, pressing my tongue onto the sensitive underside of the base of his dick.

  Chad took me suddenly by the arms and pulled me over him. “Turn around,” he said roughly. I obliged, presenting myself to him as I bent forward to continue the blowjob. To give pleasure while receiving — there was no greater good, I decided, moaning around Chad’s cock as he plunged his tongue into my depths. I licked and sucked his dick, rolling his balls around in one hand while he slurped at my perineum. He squeezed my still-slippery ass and smacked it, driving me forward. I deep-throated him in response, then gagged at the sudden invasion of two fingers deep within my pussy. I drove myself back onto them, seeking more penetration. My world turned white as Chad teased my G-spot and suckled at my clit in tandem.

  “Please,” I babbled around his dick, not even sure what I was begging for. “Chad, please, please.” His pace was maddening, slow waves of pleasure crashing into each other in a deepening tide. Somehow, it was not enough and too much all at the same time.

  I pulled away from Chad and turned back around, straddling his hips and reaching for the bottle of oil lying on the ground. I squirted some into the palm of my hand and rubbed it over Chad’s cock. He writhed as my hands took advantage of the slickness. When he closed his eyes, I struck, impaling myself on his steel cock with no warning. Chad’s eyes popped open as I tossed my hair and groaned at the slickness of him inside me. There. That was what I wanted. Using the armrests of the lounge chair as leverage, I began driving myself up and down on his cock. The smoothness made my movements wilder — I couldn’t get enough. I had the sensation of oil gushing out of me with each stroke. My wetness only made me thirstier for pleasure.

  Chad restrained me in my frenzy, clamping his hands on my hips and pushing me onto my back. He sat up and plunged his dick back into my pussy. With each movement, his skin rubbed against my oil-slicked skin, glowing with the sheen from the lube. Chad took one of my tits in his mouth, sucking my tender nipple in rhythm with his thrusting. I cried out and pinched his nipple in response. He growled and continued to piston in and out, our slippery lovemaking producing gurgling and smacking sounds with every movement.

  Chad leaned down to kiss me hard. I held his head there, leisurely exploring the various flavors of his mouth and tongue — my saltier juices tempered by the sweetness of strawberry and coconut. The tang of Chad’s cock mingled amid the other essences we shared.

  “We taste so damn good,” I breathed, breaking the kiss and running my hands down his arms. I wrapped my legs around his middle, urging him to pick up the pace. The new angle found my G-spot again, and I rocked my hips desperately. The oil seemed to have smoothed the way for it, and my moans and gasps soon turned into screams. Chad lifted my legs, propping one on each of his shoulders, and drove into me in earnest. I clawed at my own slick breasts, shaking my head and howling as I came explosively, squirting against Chad’s abdomen with each thrust.

  “Good girl,” Chad whispered hoarsely, “my good girl.” He kept up the pace, driving more and more sprays from my quivering pussy. I lost my voice completely and just held on to the armrests for dear life. I no longer had any idea if the wetness between my legs was oil or orgasm. Chad pulled out at the exact moment I could take no more and kissed me.

  “Why didn’t you … did you … what are you?” I couldn’t get my brain and mouth to communicate with each other. “Where’s your orgasm?” I finally gasped.

  Chad smiled and pushed a few stray strands of hair out of my eyes. “Was I right about the oil? Did you like it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you trust me?”

  I peered up at Chad through the curtains of my afterglow, still drawn closely around me. “Of course I trust you.”

  “Roll over.” I turned onto my stomach, drawing my knees beneath me and pushing my ass into the air. I knew exactly what he wanted and was ready to give it to him. Nevertheless, I flinched as Chad slopped oil over my ass, then trembled as it dripped down my crack. I felt a finger ghost over my puckered hole, and I tightened reflexively. “Trust me,” Chad repeated. I did my best to relax as he gently popped a finger into my hole and past the ring of muscle, twisting. I squeezed my eyes shut and curled my toes at the slow invasion. Chad added a second finger, a cool drizzle of oil easing its passage. He stroked deeply inside me where I was unaccustomed to feeling anything. The full
ness of my rectum was incredibly erotic, and I surprised myself by getting horny again.

  “Give me more,” I said breathlessly, reaching underneath myself to rub my clit. With my added pleasure, Chad’s fingers became much more than bearable. I had never felt so slick, so dirty, so utterly pornographic. A girl could get used to this.

  More oil dripped down into my folds and over my pulsing hand. I groaned as Chad eased in a third finger, stretching and preparing me for his hungry cock. It was getting harder and harder to resist another orgasm when all I could think about was Chad’s fingers buried deep inside my ass. Afraid I’d cum again without him, I twisted my neck around to look at Chad.

  “Fuck me now,” I demanded. I watched him slather oil over his erection, then cried out at the loss of his fingers from inside me. Immediately, a newer, more urgent presence demanded my attention as Chad’s thick head pressed against my entrance. I whimpered and increased the tempo on my throbbing clit. With deliberate, excruciating slowness, Chad pushed his dick deep into my rectum. I panted, my face against the chair, praying for relief. I felt stretched to my maximum, totally filled up. As he began to pull out, I gave a strangled cry. The exotic feeling was deliciously wrong, knowing that his dick was easing its way out of my ass. A loud moan erupted from my throat as he pushed in again.