Erotica: No Limits

by BREANNA BENSON

  For now.

  Chapter Two

  A few days later I was sitting with Linda in her parlor while Chad and Bill played with their computers in the office upstairs. We were clearly dancing around the subject of sex between any of the four of us. I thought for sure Chad was going to press the subject more, but he didn’t. Maybe there was a sore spot with Bill. They had been friends much, much longer than I’d known either of them.

  “I still can’t believe Connie Vanda from down the street was caught sleeping with the neighbor boy! Unbelievable!” Linda took a swig of her coffee and clucked her tongue. “I’d be embarrassed if I was her. The whole town knows her business.”

  “He’s hardly a boy, Linda,” I said, swirling my own coffee with a spoon to mix in the cream. I hadn’t gotten to mine yet—I’d been too absorbed in my cinnamon bun. “And besides, I bet she’s pretty happy with herself. I would be in her shoes; I don’t know why you would be. He’s half her age and his biceps could crack walnuts.

  “I never said he wasn’t hot,” Linda corrected, wagging her finger. “Just that she was caught going behind Lector’s back and all. Nobody in this town likes cheaters.” She winked when she said the last part.

  Footsteps thundering down the stairs alerted us that the boys were on their way. They must have grown bored of their toys upstairs and decided to come downstairs and see what the women folk were up to.

  “Speaking of cheaters,” Linda muttered under her breath, shooting me a smile.

  “Hey, ladies!” Chad said when they entered the room, smiling widely. I thought he might have smiled a little wider at Linda. That was okay. I wanted him to enjoy her pussy. He just needed to man up and do it. I wasn’t going to arrange it for him.

  “Lilly,” Bill said, nodding in my direction.

  “Bill.” I was very pointedly staring right at his crotch. If only Chad knew that his best friend was already fucking his wife in every position imaginable with his monster schlong. I hoped that Chad caught me looking.

  “What have you boys been up to?” Linda asked. “We’ve just been chatting.”

  ”Showing Chad some of my layout designs for the new site,” Bill said. “Was missing on you guys, so we came back down.” He leaned in and kissed Linda gently. She seemed surprised by the act.

  Chad was suddenly behind me, his hand on my waist and his breath on my neck. “What’s up, baby?” he asked. “What are you thinking?”

  What sort of loaded question was that? I was thinking a lot of things. “Nothing,” I said.

  “Nothing?” he asked. “Are you sure about that? I saw where your eyes were when Bill walked in the room. He’s packing, huh?”

  “According to Linda,” I said, wondering if the question was an accusation. Had they actually be talking upstairs? Did guilt get the better of Bill and did he confess everything. I struggled to swallow because of the lump in my throat.

  “I guess she would know,” he said, laughing lightly. I eased up immediately. Damn, anxiety. “Just be honest with me. Tell me what you want.”

  I looked over at Linda and Bill. Bill was kissing Linda’s breasts and she smiled up at me.

  “What do you want, baby?” Chad asked me.

  What did I want? I didn’t know what I wanted. Had no idea really. But if I had to choose… If I had to choose, I would want Chad to watch while his best friend split me wide open. Just the fact that he seemed to be so afraid of the scenario made it even hotter to me. Maybe it would be cathartic for him. Sort of , “See babe? I can take a huge cock and still love you!” kind of thing.

  “I want Chad to fuck my pussy,” I whispered back to him. “And I want you to watch.”

  Chad froze before he broke out in a smile. Maybe I’d misread things.

  “You really want that, don’t you? To see and feels what Bill’s packing?”

  “You know she does, Chad,” Linda said between breaths. Her breasts were heaving. She winked at me. “She’s told me. Told me that she wanted to try his cock out. I always tell her how big it is. And how good he is with it.”

  Bill shot me a curious glance from between Linda’s breasts in between kisses and I turned to Chad completely.

  “It’s true,” I confirmed. “And I want you to watch, baby. I want you to watch that monster fill me up and pump me full of seed. Is that something you’d like to see? I know you said you’d like to hear about it… Why not just watch it yourself? Enjoys it in first person. Walk around and tell jerk your cock, tell Bill how to give it to me. Tell your best friend exactly how to drill your wife.”

  He didn’t have to know that Bill already knew how to drill his wife. Bill knew how to drill his wife, and he even knew how to make her squirt.

  “Is that something you’d be into?” I asked.

  “He’s into it,” Linda said, almost out of breath. “Look at the front of his pants.”

  I looked down. It was true. His cock was straining at his pants in a way that must have been painful.

  “Are you?” I asked him. I had to make sure. I had to know.

  He nodded. I broke out in a smile, and when I turned back to Bill and Linda, I was surprised to see that Bill was already making his way to me, his own tent a circus tent compared to Chad’s two-person tent.

  It was time for Chad to watch me take a drilling.

  Chapter Three

  I was practically pulled up the stairs by Bill when my legs wouldn’t work properly for me. Bill was eager to get at my pussy. He knew how good it was, now he just needed to make the leap and take it with initiative.

  “Are you gonna take her, honey?” Linda asked, climbing the stairs behind. “Are you gonna take her or what?”

  “Oh, I’m gonna take her,” he said, nostrils flaring like he was angry. Maybe he could smell my cunt spilling out the scent of it. “Don’t you worry, hun. I’m gonna split her open with this cock like how you get split open. Wouldn’t you like that, baby?”

  “I want to see you do it,” Linda said eagerly. “I want to see her get wrecked.”

  I was led to the bedroom by Bill and pushed onto the bed. Linda and Chad followed us into the room, but I wasn’t concerned with them: I was concerned with the giant cock that Bill was about to pull out of his pants. He was working at his belt, having some trouble getting it undone. I moved forward quickly to help, scuttling across the bed and reaching for his leather belt.

  The second his belt was free he pulled the front of his pants and underwear down, and out popped a cock I hadn’t seen for a few weeks. It wasn’t hard to act surprised because I was so thrilled by it.

  “You ready to get drilled with this cock?” he asked.

  “I’ll join in once he gets you warmed up,” Chad purred from the side of the bed. Linda sat in a chair in the corner of the room working her pussy. Apparently, she didn’t mind just sitting and watching. The fact that she was going to be watching was somehow a turn on as well.

  “You better beat her pussy up with that cock, Bill,” Chad said, admiring the slab of meet hanging in front of me.

  Bill’s hand on the back of my head guided me to his cock and all at once I was bobbing up and down on his monster, or doing as best as I could given his immense size.

  “Ohh, YES!” he said, his eyes rolling back into his head as I worked his piss slit with my tongue. His cock was so massive that the head of his cock took up almost my tired mouth and his flared head popped past my lips. He pushed it even deeper into my mouth and it slid down my throat. I accepted it eagerly, trying my best to get my throat muscles to relax so I could take him easily.

  “That’s it,” Chad cooed from the side of the bed. “Open that throat and accept his monster cock. I can see how focused you are right now. Focused on pleasing him. Isn’t that right, honey?”

  I mumbled in agreement around Bill’s cock, and he took the opportunity to completely slide his cock into my throat: his balls were resting on my chin when he was done. I almost couldn’t believe the entire thing was in my mouth and throat, but then I lo
oked up into his clear eyes with my watery ones and I believed it completely.

  “Good girl,” he said.

  “She is a good girl. She’s also such a good girl. This is her treat for being such a good girl,” Chad said. “Why don’t you gift her completely? Take her in the most intimate way.”

  Bill pulled his cock from my mouth in one long, switch extraction. He’s got my throat so sore from being stuffed with cock that it’s almost uncomfortable to be empty.

  “Show that pussy off, girl,” he said, pushing his hand under my skirt and finding my pussy with his fingers immediately. “Don’t hide it from me.” He pushed my underwear to the side and slides two of his fingers inside of me. I’m so wet from the oral assault that my pussy greedily swallow his fingers. The thing it really wants is his cock.

  “Please,” I whined, looking at him. “Please give me cock.”

  “Yes, beg for it, baby,” Chad said, nodding in approval. “Give it to her, Bill.”

  Bill obliged by climbing into position behind me and mounting me: he pointed his cock at my pussy lips and then drove it forward. The head popped into my pussy easily, and then the pressure grew as Bill pushed inch after inch inside of me. I cried out, and then cried out even louder when the sounds I was making implored Bill to bore into me even more.

  “Fuck!” I moaned.

  “That’s right,” Chad said, nodding. “That’s right. Let him in. How is that cock, baby?”

  “It’s so big,” I whined, tears welling the corner of my eyes. “I can barely take it.”

  Bill was starting to fuck me now. Bill always sweated a lot during sex, and I could feel his sweat beginning to trickle down his torso and meet me. He started slowly, but it didn’t take long for him to work up to an admirable pace. The entire time he fucked me from behind Chad forced me to look into his eyes by holding my face level with his with his index finger underneath my chin.

  “You like that, sweetie?” he asked, his eyes glinting mischievously. “How about I give you something to nurse on? It’ll take all the pain away.”

  “Please,” I begged. I reached for his fly and began to tug at the button. I wanted something to nurse on.

  Finally, Chad’s modest member sprang forth from his fly and I eagerly took it into my mouth. It didn’t take the pain away from being stretched out by Bill’s monster, but I still worked at his cock hungrily, swirling my tongue around it to catch and taste every drop of precum available.

  “I’m getting close, man,” Bill said, looking to Chad for advice. “Where do you want me to nut?”

  “Nut inside of her, man,” Chad said. “I’m about ready to nut just from watching. Nut that pussy. Fill her up nice and full for me.”

  Bill’s strokes became strong and shallow as his cock swelled inside of me. I cried out from the change of thickness—my pussy must have been spraying my own load onto the bed underneath me. I also felt the familiar swelling sensation of Chad’s cock for a few short moments before my mouth was flooded with his sweet seed.

  We collapsed onto the bed together and the small, whimpering sounds across the room almost scared me. That was right! Linda was in the room as well, but she was just now getting herself off after watching the festivities.

  After she releases, she smiled at the small group on the bed. “Next time I’m joining in,” she said with a toothy grin. We all laughed.

  Maybe I was too hasty when I said that I didn’t want to involve Linda in a fling. I mulled it over as she made her way over to the bed to join us. It certainly wasn’t going to be the last time we were all together like this.

  “Was it worth it? Was it good?” Chad asked, kissing my neck.

  “So worth it—his cock was incredible,” I said, smiling at him sweetly.

  I almost fell asleep with my head on his chest right there, happy and content, my cunt full of another man’s seed. My husband’s best friend’s seed. And I was certainly going to have more.

  Chapter One

  I’m going to be honest with you right off the bat: I’m a voracious sex addict. It’s all I think about. Literally, even though I hate how much people use this word. “Like, I’ve literally taken so many dicks” is something I heard a girl who’s slept with three men say at a party. I just want to be like, “You’re literally an idiot.”

  I’ve slept with many more than three men. Three men in a day? That too. I’ve probably slept with eight or nine men in the span of a long, lazy afternoon at some neighborhood’s sex party that I’ve been invited to. I’m free, baby!

  I’m also going to be honest with you about my current predicament: yes, it was caused by sex. These predicaments tend to have a sort of snowball effect in my experience. What is my predicament? I’m hopelessly lost in the middle of the night in a small neighborhood.

  And it was because of sex. Or rather, because I was chasing after it all day. It was Wednesday, and I hadn’t been fucked since Sunday afternoon. It had been a wild experience with two biological brothers, but it hadn’t been enough for me to slam my legs shut for more than a couple of days. The reason I hadn’t had sex is because I have this thing where if a guy breeds more (or especially more than one!!!) I like to keep them inside of me for as long as possible. I want the cum to impregnate every inch of my pussy. I’m on the pill, so whatever.

  I was at work searching through pretty much my entire contact list, texting each and every fuck buddy that I had. After retiring the list, I hit the app world. I used my dating app of choice (geared towards straight no-strings-attached hook-ups, not romance) and managed to find a semi-attractive guy named Will who lived a couple of neighborhoods away. Keep in mind that I work in the ghetto. I hadn’t told you that yet.

  I ran it by a couple of my coworkers. The location, not what it involved.

  “What?” my coworker Maria asked. “That’s not a nice neighborhood, chickie.”

  “Definitely not,” Sandra said when I asked her. “I’d like to see you in the morning.”

  My pussy at this point was aching from the tension and the need. I also have this thing where dangerous situations make me gush like a dam breaking down onto a village beneath it, flooding it. I like that image. I like to imagine myself getting that wet—wet enough to sweep away entire neighborhoods. Like a superhero.

  I texted Will (we’d moved past the app in the span of a few hours—mostly because the app doesn’t allow for sending pictures) and asked him what he thought. “It’s not that bad!” he said. “Just take a cab. Get dropped off right outside of my house and come inside. I want to get a taste of that tight little cunt, Pam.”

  What better way to get your pussy cleaned for the first time since getting bred by two brothers?

  I did as he suggested and hailed a cab using an app and then happily rubbed myself through my pants in the back seat while the cabbie made awkward conversation. He kept licking his lips and I could see it in the rear-view mirror. He was creepy and old, so I substituted his face for Will’s in my imagination and pictured him pushing his tongue deep inside of me.

  “We’re here,” the cabbie said in a confused voice. My purse was on my lip, so luckily he wasn’t going to see my hand in my lap, playing with my lips. My eyes must have been rolling back into my head. Sometimes I get in this automatic mode and I can’t help but zone out to the pleasure. It’s another one of those things that get me in trouble.

  Case in point: I realized as soon as he dropped me off that I was not outside of Will’s house. He had sent me a picture. And I could remember the address: 77 Cooper Ave. This was Lyle St. I pushed my hand into my purse to feel for my phone, and realized in cold horror that my phone was sitting on the seat next to me. I had looked for it, hadn’t I?

  “That fucking cabbie,” I realized aloud.

  “Hey, girl, watch the fucking language,” a large, black man said as he passed by me. “Nice ass, girl.”

  I bit my tongue: I had no phone to call for help with if something went down. I was also so horny that the compliment in this dangero
us atmosphere was doing things to me.

  I just started walking—in the opposite direction of the man who had passed me.

  The cabbie had ripped me off. At least I had insurance on my phone, and I was most definitely going to be calling customer service about the guy stealing my phone and dropping me off in the completely wrong location. They could probably refund me or something. I didn’t delude myself into thinking I’d win some grand lawsuit against the cabby.

  I just kept walking and walking. Nothing started to look familiar. No street names stuck out to me. It must have been twenty minutes before I saw a convenience store on a lone corner of the street, its open sign blinking. I headed inside immediately. Maybe they had a phone I could use.

  At the counter a group of black men were talking to the cashier and laughing about something. When they saw me approaching they quieted up and moved out of the way. I couldn’t help but notice that every single one of them was attractive. They were all in baseball shorts and tank tops, their dark skin shining from the heat of the night and the game they must have just finished—one of them was still holding a basketball beneath his arm.

  The looked-to-be-leader of the group of the group tipped his baseball cap to me and said, “Ma’am.”

  “Evening,” I said quietly. Was my voice shaking?

  Something about that deep booming voice. And that beard? He crossed his arms over his chest: they were all thickly muscled. He smiled, his eyes twinkling. Maybe he liked white girls. I noticed all three of them had that twinkle in their eye.

  The cashier did not have that twinkle in her eye. She rolled her eyes and said, “Whatya need?”

  “Do you have a phone I could use?” I asked. “Mine got stolen.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “That right?” she asked. “We don’t have a phone. Leave, turn right, and keep walking. The way you were heading anyway, I think?” she asked. “You’ll come to the business district after a mile or so. They’ll have what you’re looking for there.”