Erotica: No Limits

by BREANNA BENSON

  Lust. They were both so lustful and fuck they both knew that they need to whoop each other minds and with haste Tristan took off her blouse, popping some of the buttons as they exchange rapid breathing. He tore her bra and Celina watching his hungry beastly expression only felt tuned on more, wanting to fuck her handsome student and went out of her mind! Celina hands travels to Tristan’s pants and she felt the wet stained of her cunt juice, blushing a little as she realized that she dirtied his pants.

  “You can be dirtier. I would want that..” Tristan whispers on her ears and then his face went down between her huge breast, taking one nipple on his mouth and the other to his hand, feeling the softest flesh being squeezed on his grasp as he nips and bites hard on her pink erect nipples, making Celina moan. “Oh fuck…feels so good…” She grinded her pussy on his lap, directly to the area that was growing rampart on his pants, rubbing the bulge as Tristan rolled her nipples with his tongue, making her crazier. He pinched her nipple between his index and thumb, drawing out a short cry from her as he pinches lightly then strongly, rotating her nipples in every direction as he nibbled and sucked on the softness, biting hard, almost drawing out blood that Celina yelped. He relentlessly cupped her breast, squeezing them in his palms. Harder. And harder. It went on for some time and her breathing was now turning erratic!

  Feeling her wetness, she grew impatient and needy, Celina leaned in for a kiss and gaze hungrily at her man, “I want your cock. Give it to me…” She seductively murmurs, opening his fly with hurried motion that Tristan smirks between the kiss.

  Chapter Four

  Seeing his seven inches thick huge hard cock gave Celina quite a stir, it was so big and so thick that she felt her pussy clenched and dripped some more. A little worry accompanies her mood but the hungry need for something to quench her insane lust makes her want to take it wholly.

  “Should we stop..?” Tristan devilishly smiled as he hauled Celina closer to his body, liking the feel of her soft body as he brought her to his lap. His hands roamed on her thighs, slowly moving up to her waist as he looks at her with lustful eyes, “I really want to make you cry so badly and hear that lusty screaming moan.” Celina was now straddling him and she felt shudders as his cock pokes the entrance of her cunt and as his cock grinds against her clit, rubbing her sensitive area that makes her breath quicken. “Tristan…”

  He smirked. He pulled her head down to kiss her, drowning her with deep wet kisses. She was panting and breathless when the kiss paused, “Tristan...fuck me already…”

  “Should I...?”

  Celina seductively wrapped her arms around his neck, looking at him with a tempting smile, “Can you even make me scream a moan…?” She whispers in a tease, nibbling on his bottom lip and licks over it that Tristan’s control heightens to a dangerous level. Tristan pulled away from the kiss and smiled devilishly. He grabbed her waist strongly, pulling her down onto his hard cock. Her wet moist pussy takes in the vigorous twitching hardness, thrusting in one full long stroke that she moans loudly. In an aggressive single thrust, Celina felt her body exhilarating deeply with pleasure. She was crying out as Tristan’s manhood slides to her very wet love hole.

  “Yes…I think I can make you scream a moan you naughty bitch.” Tristan whispers in a hum, sadistically smiling before he pushed more of his shaft, completely sinking his manhood. Celina gasp and braced her hands on his toned chest. “..Ahhn!” She moaned, feeling the huge length of his manhood rubbing her warm cunt, penetrating the deepest part of her aching pussy. The pleasure that envelopes her and sent shiver to every inch of her body was unbelievable. No man had ever made her feel so full except for the sensation that gives her limitless pleasure that felt up her whole pussy. “Very tight…I fucking love your pussy.” Tristan whispers seductively and he began to slam his dick. She moaned.

  Before she could even get used to having him inside her, he pulled her up by her hips and then slammed her back down vigorously, rubbing the walls of her wet tight pussy to his whole shaft, stirring up love fluids that warms each other’s genitalia. The bliss was too consuming!

  Celina bit her lip to stop herself from screaming at the pleasurable sensation. Briskly, she started bouncing in rhythm with him, slamming down onto his cock with more force in each thrust. Again and again, feeling up to an endless euphoria that Tristan’s cock had jabbed on to her body. Her mind was turning mushy as they both gasp and moan, each of them, fucking each other’s brains out. Every thrust was forceful, commanding and yet so fierce and gentle that made Celina moan as her boobs jounced and her body vigorously follows the rhythm of his rigid strokes.

  She was so tight, very tight that Tristan could feel her pussy clenching around his cock. He groaned and his thrust sharpens, kissing her womb and pussy repeatedly. Every thrust he pushed knocked the wind out of her and Celina couldn’t believe how addicted she was to the sensual illicit game that they played. Her thighs were starting to give out and she feels her body was burning up, turning hotter like a huge steam that stuck to her skin. Everything felt so damn good, she never wanted to stop. So when Tristan pulled out completely, she wanted to yell at him.

  “…I want more…” She whispers and Tristan snickered, he wasn’t even finished yet.

  “Turn over.” He commanded, rousing Celina to comply and do his needs. She wanted his big cock deeply in her, fast, wild and trashing; she couldn’t help but smile when she could tell what was coming. She turned over so that she was on her knees, ass up. Tristan groaned at the attractive sight, pausing to grab at her plump soft ass. Celina lets out a breath, her body waiting impatiently for him to drive the insane thirst away.

  “Tristan fuck me more… I need more.” She wanted to feel him inside her again. Tristan watched her body squirm and he brought one hand down on her ass that yelped, surprised at the act. He was so bad that she was so content to have him eat her up.

  “Ssshh. No need to be so pushy teacher.” He rubbed the spot he had slapped, feeling her soft piece of lump, squeezing it and sizing it up in his palm and then spanked her again on the other cheek. With every moan come a slap and each slap sent a jolt of arousal through her, her love fluids dripping and causing her to buck her hips and accept the thrilling punishment that no one had ever done to her body.

  Tristan positioned himself and poised his cock and swiftly thrust all the way into her hot pussy. Thrusting his cock inside her, feeling her wet tightness and filling her up whole in a nonstop speed as he pushed, shove and jabbed his cock in her slutty cunt. Celina cried out. She balled out the sheets in her fists, completely bent over, her face against the bed, erect pink nipples dragging across the sheets with each aggressive thrust.

  Upstairs on the second floor of the building, inside the empty infirmary, the sounds of an enthralled female voice delicately panting mixed with a male’s rough and heavy gasps continues for a long-long while. Tristan stared down at the beautiful naked woman, her ass jouncing off his hips with each thrust. She was quietly moaning, her eyes closed as she writhed under him in pleasure and desire. Tempted and allured, he slapped her plump ass. Her eyes burst open and she bucked against him.

  “Oh! Don’t stop..! Fuck me more..” She moaned.

  Tristan held her body, keeping one hand on her slender waist as he took the other and smacked each of her ass-cheek in turn while thrusting his piercing cock inside her cunt and slapping her ass that a red blush soon appeared. Celina grips the sheets tighter as she felt him pushing on and on, her pussy fervently accepting his cock. Tristan watches her and hears her moan, getting enticed at her beautiful nakedness. Soon her ass was glowing red and warm to the touch.

  Celina reached under herself and started circling her clit with her fingers, stroking her engorged clit over and over. The added stimulation nearly sends her over the edge and she started to breathe even harder, making her thighs shudder to the intensity that her body felt.

  “..I’m going to cum… I’m gonna-fuck…” She whimpered underneath him.

  “That’s
it baby, cum on my cock.” Tristan said, pushing savagely into her and grinding his pelvis against her, slamming him cock sharply and furiously.

  She tightened even more around his huge cock, sensing her climax as every part of her body receives the pleasure. Wanting to scream loudly and crying out for a moan, she remembers the place and Celina buried her face to the sheets, screaming into the bed as she rode her orgasm. Tristan didn’t let up for a second, thrusting harder and harder into her, but soon enough the tough grip on his cock was too much and with one final thrust, he completely filled her cunt with his thick hot cum. Grunting, he pulled out his wet drenched cock and Celina’s hips falls to the bed, each of them catching their breathing. Tristan leaned back against the headboard and gaze at the beautiful woman that was panting, his eyes lands on her ass and to her pussy that was dripping and dirtying the mattress with love juices, semen and cum. The sight made her want to do her endlessly.

  “That was amazing teacher.” Tristan smirks. His breathing was ragged.

  “….You..really are a bully..” Celina mutters, her breathing exhausted.

  Tristan smirked, caressing her thighs as he leaned in to give her a tender kiss, he smiles sadistically, “Were both no good.”

  Chapter One

  Tamika Westwood rolled out of her bed and onto a heap on the carpet as the alarm bellowed throughout the room. It had scared the shit out of her, forcing her to jolt up abruptly before cannoning herself out of her bed when she realised what it was. It was the fire alarm and it was three in the morning. And once again, for the four-hundredth time since she started college two years ago, her sleep had been interrupted. It was always something on this campus, it was always fucking something. Chances are there was no cause for panic. It was probably just some drunken jockstraps playing a dumb prank. But still, she’d rather be safe than sorry. It wouldn’t be nice to learn the hard way when the flames came knocking at her door. So she grabbed her cell phone and hot-tailed it for the door.

  Out in the carpark at the fire assembly point, the air was far too cold for her liking. She had forgotten that it was the middle of winter and she was in New York, which made standing out at this dumbass time in the morning a little unbearable in nothing more than shorts and a pyjama top. But luckily, she noticed her best friend Tamara Sanders approaching and she had two thick coats, wearing one and clutching the other. “Here dickhead, I knew you’d forget yours.” Tamara could read Tamika like a goddamned book. She always had done and often predicted stupid acts on her behalf such as this one.

  “Thank you, I think my nipples have already iced over.” Tamika said as she laughed and then wrapped the coat around her trembling body.

  “You’re a special kind of stupid aren’t you? I don’t even know how you can sleep indoors dressed so scantily. I freeze my ass off with two blankets, a hot water bottle and three layers of clothing.” Tamara said as she shivered.

  “It’s not that cold you pussy. At least not in my room anyway.”

  They both looked upwards towards the stairs of the building as the fire marshal appeared looking warn-out and pissed off. “False alarm folks, you can head back to your rooms. I apologise on the behalf of the dickheads that pulled the alarm.” A chorus of groans and sighs filled the cool night air as people began to trudge back inside, actually wishing that the building was ablaze so they hadn’t had to drag their sorry asses out of bed for no reason.

  “I don’t get those jerks, what do they get out of pulling the fire alarm? I thought guys gave stupid shit like that up in high school.”

  “Come on Tamika, you know that guys never give up stupid shit. Arron and Daniel are proof of that.” Arron and Daniel were their boyfriends, both of who were incredibly into doing stupid shit.

  “You have a point there. I’m sort of excited to see those jerks though.” Then she became more excited as the realisation hit home. “Holy shit, they’re coming tomorrow aren’t they. That has come around fast.” The foursome had grown up together in Philly and had been in relationships throughout high school and had carried them on into their college lives, even though Arron and Daniel travelled down to Delaware for further education and Tamara and Tamika travelled upwards to the Big Apple. Arron and Daniel weren’t even that close in high school. They used to hang out now and then on double dates, but that was only because their girls were best friends. But since they knew each other and they both ended up going to the same college, they became best buds and often visited the two girls up in New York and vice versa.

  It was difficult, but they made it work. Though the biggest issues lay in the bedroom. It wasn’t a case – as they had expected – of not seeing each other often so they would be at it like rabbits when they did. It was more a case of they went so long without it that they weren’t really that bothered about it when they met up, which was causing huge issues in their relationships. They always accused one another of cheating because of the lack of sex, claiming that they were being pleased elsewhere so they no longer felt the desire to have sex with one another. It was becoming rather poisonous and would no doubt end in a breakup sooner or later. Probably sooner, the way things were headed. But this time when they visited, the girls had a plan which they intended to put into place, in order to help all four of them with their sex lives.

  Chapter Two

  “So you actually think this’ll work?” Tamika asked as her and Tamara got out of the car. Today was a day off so they had made the most of it with an early morning shopping spree.

  “Of course it will. Do you honestly think they’ll say no to something so tempting? Everyone knows that every guy on this planet has it on their bucket list.” Tamara said, closing the door behind her. They began walking up the pathway towards their apartment building.

  “I never thought of it like that. I guess you’re right. So what’s the plan? We head to the bar, get drunk and then propose it?”

  “Correct. Then they agree to it and then we get to it.”

  “I dunno, I think it just sounds a lot easier than it actually will be.”

  “Tamika, everything sounds easier said rather than done, but trust me – when am I ever wrong? I know our guys and I know that they will be just as up for this as we are. If not more up for it.”

  “Yeah you’re right, I can’t remember the last time you were wrong about something. I need to stop panicking.” Tamika said as they walked through the main doors and buzzed for the elevator.

  “I know you do, we’ll get up to my room and chill out a little before they arrive. How about we order a pizza and watch a movie or something? Sound good?” Tamara asked, patting her on the back.

  “Yeah, that should calm me down.” Then they stepped into the elevator, pressed the button for the twenty-eighth floor and discussed how the night would go.

  Chapter Three

  Around four hours later, Arron and Daniel pulled into the parking lot, the anticipation of seeing their girls for the first time in two months taking over them slightly. They had that warm feeling in their stomachs, an excitement to finally see them again. The night was going to be awesome, some nice drinks, some dancing and then a sleepover. But they couldn’t get one thing out of their heads: the fact that at some point, the whole sex argument was going to come up and then the whole trip would be turned on its fucking side. That would kill the fun for everyone and then they would wish that they were back in Delaware. They had spit-balled on the drive up here, discussing ways around the problem. None of which their girls would agree with, or so they thought. They had discussed fucking other people, either together or separately and had thought about going to swingers parties and such, to try and liven things up a little. They had even talked about banging each other’s chicks at one point, but there was no way that they would let that happen. There was no way that a girl could let her best friend bang her guy.

  “New York, New York!” Arron sang as he stepped out of the car and stretched his legs.

  “It is fucking awesome here.” Daniel said as he looked
around at the towering buildings all around them as they lit up the darkening sky. “I just think that it would get old pretty fast. I don’t know if I could be assed with the constant brightness and noise. And the rush hour would piss me the fuck off.”

  “Yeah but everything pisses you the fuck off.” Arron added as they hauled their bags out of the car, but then dropped them to the ground as Tamika and Tamara ran out of the building and threw themselves onto them. “Hey babe.” Arron said as Tamika hurled herself onto him and wrapped her arms around him. Hey kissed her mouth and squeezed her tightly as Daniel and Tamara did the same. They exchanged their I’ve missed you and I love you so much vows and then walked hand in hand towards the apartment building and up to Tamara’s room, where they proceeded to get ready for the night ahead. A night of drinking, laughing and having fun. In some ways maybe a little too much fun. More fun than Arron and Daniel had anticipated.

  Chapter Four

  The night had been a major success. There had been a lot of bad singing, equally bad dancing and a whole lot of alcohol consumption. It had been the one night in ages that all four of them had been able to properly let loose and enjoy themselves without the worry of a due assignment or upcoming test. They freed their minds, let loose and engaged in some well and truly unencumbered fun, and now that they were back in Tamika’s apartment, her and Arron in her room and Tamara and Daniel on the couch, the fun was well and truly continuing in their own private after party. In the bedroom, Arron was laying on the bed and Tamika was straddling his face, riding it as fast as she could and moaning hard as she did so, feeling his tongue stroking against her clit as he switched between fast flicks and slow ones. They hadn’t spoken a word to one another since they had gotten back, they all knew what was happening when they did. They had spent the whole night discussing sex and how they could spice it up and make it good again and it had turned them all on so much that they had even left the club a little early to hurry home and get it on.