The Eros Coin: Parts 1 - 5

by Molly Madsin

  “Come with me,” I said as I met the shy girl still standing in the hallway. I directed her into the quiet and dark living room. With her close behind I had her sit on the couch while I turned on a light under the pretense of showing her The Coin, but really I just wanted to see more of her. As I held The Coin in the palm of my hand I showed it off, flipping it over and letting her see the worn detail, some of which I still hadn’t seen.

  Then I proceeded to give her the mental impression that she was super warm and that the only way to get cool was to take off her top. She hesitated only briefly, before she crisscrossed her arms, grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it up and over her head. Her glorious tits sprang into view and I just stood there and drooled. They were a little bigger than Abby’s I surmised, probably a C cup. But her areolas weren’t nearly as round or big, I guessed the size of a quarter, while Abby’s were over double that size. Her nipples were nice, a bright raspberry color and slightly poking out.

  I studied her breasts for the longest time, and the best part about it is that she didn’t seem to mind, she just needed to cool down. Then with The Eros Coin still warm in my fingers, I asked Zoey to take off her bottoms. Again, with just a moment of delay, she stood up, turned her back to me and pushed down her pajama bottoms. I watched as her glorious ass came on display. It was round, it was firm and it was fantastic. She turned around just as I was about to ask her to and I got an eyeful of her pubic area. I marveled at the fact that she was shaved bare. Her cunt lips looked smooth and soft and seemed to sparkle in the lamp light.

  Zoey didn’t seem to mind being completely naked in front of me, she just sat down and crossed her legs as I lusted over her amazing body.

  My cock was hard, but my mind wasn’t made up on what I wanted to do with her. I mean, I really wanted to fuck her, but morally I knew that wasn’t right. I also thought about getting my third blow job of the night, but again the angel on my shoulder told me that I should think of something else. So I settled on my plan as The Eros Coin burned in the palm of my hand.

  Zoey laid back on the couch and spread her legs. My head positioned myself at the junction and I began to kiss and suck on her inner thighs, Zoey moaned quietly. Then my tongue licked up to her smooth slit, parting it so I could taste her sweet nectar. And boy, was there a lot of nectar; she seemed to be leaking like a faucet as my tongue lapped at her juicy pussy over and over again. My tongue flicked up over her hooded clit and I felt her tremble in response. I continued to roll my tongue around the tiny nub, until her moans became more insistent.

  With my free hand, I began to finger her pussy all while my tongue continued to dance around her slippery power center. First one, then two fingers entered her tight pussy and I started to rhythmically plunge into her, causing a long, low groan to come out of her mouth. I knew that she was already on the edge, but I wanted to prolong this, so I pulled my head up but continued to feed her cunt my wet fingers.

  Telling her to answer truthfully, through the power of The Coin, I asked her a question.

  “Are you a virgin?”

  “No,” she panted out.

  “Who was your first?” I followed up, my fingers still sliding in and out of her as she worked to spread her legs even further apart.

  “Mr. Vargas,” she replied. Holy shit, I thought, Mr. Vargas was my High School Algebra teacher.

  “How did it happen?” I asked, sounding a little too excited.

  “It was after school and I needed help with some problems. He took me to his office and said ‘I’ll help you, if you help me,’” she whispered between moans.

  “How many times did you ‘help him out?’” I asked, my fingers pulled out of her cunt as I spread her juices around her swollen clit, causing her to gasp and let out a long groan.

  “I’m not sure,” she answered truthfully, “Maybe 20 times…that year.” Wow, lucky Mr. Vargas, I thought. Wait, did she just say “that year?” how many years was there?

  So I asked, “When was the last time you and Mr. Vargas had fun?”

  “Last Saturday, I went over to his house and gave him a blow job,” she replied.

  “Did you swallow?” I groaned out, the thought of her swallowing old man Vargas had my cock throbbing for relief. I returned my fingers to her sloppy honey pot and started to fuck her with them faster.

  “No,” she answered, she moaned as my fingers entered her, and then continued, “He wanted to come on my tits.”

  “Oh fuck,” I blurted out in response. At least I now knew how I wanted to come.

  Done with the questioning for the moment, I dipped my head back down between her legs and proceeded to lash my tongue over her now very engorged clit. With my fingers working over her G-spot and my tongue strumming her over and over again, she was on the verge of release. I mentally told her that this was going to be her best orgasm ever and continued to give her my best oral treatment.

  Within seconds, her hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down on her. She was gasping for breath as my tongue and fingers finally brought her to the ecstasy that she had been building to. With a moan, that she tried to cover with a couch cushion, she bucked her hips up into my mouth and went rigid. Then, with her hands still grabbing my hair and keeping me at her wet junction, she started to quake and spasm and her back arched wildly. And that’s when my fingers in her cunt went warm, really warm and then as if a damn burst, her juices came pouring out, covering my face and the cushions below her with her own ejaculate. It was wildly erotic and I continued to eat her out until her hands gripped my hair and pulled me off.

  Zoey collapsed back on the couch, her legs falling to the floor as I dislodged myself from her. Her eyes were closed shut and she was still breathing erratically as I knelt on the couch, rigid cock in hand, and started to stroke myself. I began asking her questions again, reminding her mentally to answer truthfully.

  “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” I started.

  “Yes,” was her quiet answer.

  “Did you like it?” I continued.

  “Not really,” she answered.

  “What does Mr. Vargas like you to do most of all?” I asked.

  That question seemed to stump her so I rephrased it. “Tell me some the things Mr. Vargas really likes you to do.”

  “He likes it when I lick his balls. He likes to spank my ass when I’ve been bad. He likes it when I talk dirty…” she rambled off each one and was starting another when I stopped her.

  “Tell me what you would say while you’re stroking his cock,” I ordered.

  “God, you’re so big Mr. Vargas. Do you want your little Zoey girl to suck you?” she started telling me in character, speaking like a sweet, innocent girl.

  She continued, all while my hand was sliding up and down my shaft faster and faster, “Do you like my lips on your cock, Mr. Vargas? Do you want me to taste your cum Mr. Vargas? Or maybe you want me to lick your ass again?”

  I shuddered as she spoke and I mentally directed her to reach under and gently stroke my balls. I was tempted to have to her lick my ass as I continued to masturbate, but I decided I would save that for another time.

  Her hand cupped my balls, while her other hand began massaging her naked tits, pulling and pinching at her rosy nipples. And she started to talk again.

  “Do you want to fuck me, Mr.Vargas? I could get on my hands and knees for you again.” My hand was whipping up and down my cock, pre-cum dribbling liberally from the tip.

  Zoey, looked up and me, and began to beg me, “Please come for me.” My balls began to tingle and I felt the familiar surge racing through my loins.

  “Where do you want to come, Mr. Vargas?” she asked, her dirty talk working to bring me to the brink.

  “Do you want to come on my tits again?” she panted, her one hand cupping her nearest tit giving me an inviting target, while her other hand continued to lightly tickle and pet my heavy balls.

  “Or maybe…” she teased, “You want to paint my pretty face?” M
y hand was blur, as I lifted myself up, ready for my release.

  “Please come on my face…please!” Zoey begged.

  As soon as her second “please” left her lips, my climax overtook me and the first blast of cum shot out and roped across her face, covering her cheek down to her chin. She moaned in pleasure as the warm liquid splashed on her smooth, pale skin. Another blast roped out of me and coated her lips, which she greedily licked up. The third one hit her nose and clung to it. Soon little shots were spraying across the moaning teenager, dropping on her neck, on her nerdy glasses, her rosy cheeks and even up to her forehead. Finally, with one final stroke the last drop landed right on her distended nipple.

  Zoey closed her eyes and seemed to savor the warm strings and drops of semen covering her face and upper torso, as I sat back on my haunches, enjoying the work of art that I had created on the young girl. Mentally, I asked my conquest to clean herself up, thinking that she would get some paper towels or something; instead the sensuous teen began rolling the streaks of cum up with her index finger and pushing it between her open lips. She did this until my semen was gone and she was licking her fingers clean, as if to remove all evidence of our naughty encounter.

  *****

  Fifteen minutes later I was back in my room, exhausted from my sexual liaisons. As I lay in bed, I tried to study The Eros Coin; one side had a very faded but still obvious large bird with wings that trailed the ground by its talons, and there was a foreign writing – maybe Greek or Latin I surmised – around the along the outer edge. On the flip side of The Coin was a cloud with a lightning bolt coming out of it. Written in the cloud, in the same foreign letters, was a three-word phrase. The lightning bolt also had a short phrase as well, but that was harder to see, even with my bedside lamp shining on it.

  As I shut off the lamp and closed my eyes, I kissed The Eros Coin and placed it in the drawer of my nightstand. Just before I drifted off to sleep, I made a mental note to make sure to visit Grandpa soon. He was owed a huge “thank you.”

  The Eros Coin

  Part 3

  The next morning, as I blinked my eyes open for the first time, I was nearly blinded; the room was filled with sunlight. I groggily rolled over and looked at my clock. It was nearly noon, but I still felt exhausted. And then my sluggish brain remembered The Eros Coin, causing me to shoot up in bed and reach into my bedside table drawer. With a sigh of relief, I felt The Coin and quickly ran my fingers over it. The sensation reminded me of the previous day’s activities causing a stir in my pants.

  Smiling at the memories from last night, I happily rolled out of bed and got dressed for the day. I was already making a mental list of the things (and people) I wanted to do. As I opened my door and went into the kitchen I was greeted by my step-sister, Susan, and her best friend – the star of one of my best memories from last night, Zoey. Susan glanced at me but went back to staring at her phone, but Zoey gave me a mischievous wink and grin as we made eye contact.

  Idle chit chat ensued as I asked Susan where Mom had gone, and my step-sister reminded me that Mom had gone to visit Aunt Janie for the day and wouldn’t be back until late. My head churned with ideas on how to best use the house while she was away. I asked what Susan had planned.

  “After lunch, Tyler and I are going to the movies,” she replied looking at me. With a look at Zoey she continued, “and you’re welcome to come with us.”

  Zoey smiled but shook her head, “Naw, two’s company, three’s a crowd. I don’t want to get involved with ‘boyfriend time.’ I’m sure I can figure out something to do.” The last sentence was punctuated with another wink at me.

  “Suit yourself. Do you want me to drop you off at home?” Susan asked.

  “I still have to take a shower and change, so I don’t mind walking,” Zoey answered. Susan nodded and went right back to her phone.

  “Or, I could take you home whenever you’re ready,” I chimed in.

  “Sounds perfect,” Zoey giddily answered. Susan just mumbled something and went back to texting her boyfriend.

  Just a short time later, Susan was hugging Zoey goodbye and rushing out the door (Susan was always rushing it seems) leaving just Zoey and I at the kitchen table.

  Zoey broke the awkward silence, “I had a fun dream about you.”

  For a split second, I thought maybe it was just a dream. So I played along, “Oh yeah? What was it about?”

  “You and I,” Zoey teased.

  “So what did we do?” I asked back, knowing full well what we did.

  “Let’s just say we had a lot of fun,” Zoey blushed as she got up from the table and sashayed out of the room. She was still wearing the little, too-tight pajama shorts and as she swung her hips her sweet ass cheeks were perfectly on display.

  She got me wondering, do the people I use The Eros Coin on remember our adventures as reality or do they think of them as a dream? I wondered about the server and the buxom brunette at the bar last night. Would they remember flashing the other guests and making out with each other, or was that memory more like a dream?

  I heard the bathroom door close and soon after the shower started. I wanted to join her, in fact I took The Eros Coin in hand and started thinking about what I wanted, but my morality got the better of me and I shoved The Coin in my pocket and started pacing around the house. I walked into the living room and noticed the couch was still a mess, drops of my cum had dried on the cushions and in fact, the spot Zoey had flooded during her orgasm was still very damp. My cock rose.

  I heard the shower stop and I almost reached for The Coin, but instead I sat on the couch, my head in my hands. No sooner had I given up on the idea of using The Eros Coin on Zoey again, then Zoey walked into the living room draped in a little blue bath towel.

  “Oh, there you are! I was wondering where you were. Are you sure you don’t mind driving me home?” Zoey cheerily asked.

  Surprised, I stood up and just stared at the dripping wet girl; my mouth hanging open as I remembered how perfect a body was hiding under that little towel. “No, I don’t mind at all,” I gulped.

  “Oh you’re the best,” she gushed and ran over to give me a hug. As she pressed against me, my erection bumped into her stomach.

  “Is that for little ol’ me?” she coyly asked.

  “Ummm…yes,” I stammered out.

  “Good,” she said as she let the towel drop to her feet, “because I’ve been waiting to do this for six years.” I watched as she dropped to her knees, freed my cock from my pants and slowly started stroking it, all while she was looking up at me, batting her eyes and smiling like an idiot.

  “You’re the perfect size,” she continued before dropping her head down to my cock and inhaling it into her warm, little mouth. For someone so young she certainly knew exactly what to do. Mr. Vargas really was an awesome teacher, I chuckled to myself.

  Despite my original reservations about coupling up with my step-sister’s best friend, Zoey’s oral skills did more than enough to persuade me that I was on a good path. Plus, The Eros Coin wasn’t in play, so even from an ethical standpoint we were good. We were just two consenting adults wanting to have some fun, I reasoned.

  With my conscience clear, I wasted no time in shucking my clothes, all the while Zoey was sucking and stroking me passionately. Joining the young girl in nudity, I sat down on the couch and guided her to my lap. She didn’t need to be asked twice, she straddled my legs, took my hard cock in hand and slipped down on it, engulfing me with her warmth straight away.

  Once she adjusted to my size, Zoey started doing all the work; I just sat there and enjoyed the view of her tits bouncing and her wet hair splashing from side to side. When I reached up and took a swinging nipple between my teeth and gently bit down, Zoey let out an ear piercing scream and began to grind down on my cock. At first, I was worried that I’d hurt her, so I pulled my mouth away, but the aggressive girl pulled my head down and told me to “Bite my nipples!” I didn’t need to be asked again.

  By
the time I had started biting her other nipple Zoey was coming on my cock. Her wails and groans reverberated off the living room walls, and I’m pretty sure a few of the neighborhood dogs started barking because of her climactic bliss. We continued to ride through her orgasm, until I was ready to take charge, so I lifted her off of me and pushed her onto her back, right there on the living room floor.

  With her smooth legs draped over my shoulders I began to fuck her straight away, causing her to shake and writhe underneath me. Her pussy began to lubricate even more than it already had after a couple more minutes of the steady in and out motions.

  I pulled her legs off of me and she spread her legs even further as I sort of pushed up and changed the angle of my entry. Young Zoey, pushed herself up on her elbows and looked down to witness the union of our genitals. She seemed mesmerized watching my cock slide out until just the tip was at the entrance before sinking down until I was completely impaling her – my coarse tuft of pubic hair tickling her freshly shaved-bare mound.

  With her toes pointed towards the ceiling I began to pound into her faster and faster and soon I was on the verge of another great orgasm. I absentmindedly felt for The Eros Coin to ask her where she wanted me to come, but I forgot I had left it in my pants. Still, I asked the question anyway. She didn’t answer me; her head was too busy moving from side-to-side as another orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy tightened and gripped me like a glove, sending me to the edge of heaven.

  I asked her again, “Where do you want me to come?”

  “In me,” she cried out.

  Needing no further instructions, I surged forward one last time and with my balls contracting against her wet, pulsing slit, I unloaded shot after shot of my semen into Zoey’s deepest depths. I roared out – the pleasure was unreal – craning my neck to the ceiling, watching as the pretty girl’s toes curled in ecstasy.

  “Shit!” was all Zoey could say and I just nodded my head before crashing down beside her, my cock dislodging from her tight, wetness.