101 EROTICA STORIES (101 page)

Carrie decided to take revenge by spreading Laarni’s legs wide open as well and plunging her tongue even deeper inside Laarni’s pussy. Carrie inserted one—no, two fingers inside Laarni’s cunt as well, making Laarni pause on whatever it was doing on Carrie’s pussy. Carrie kept on doing her thing: she made her tongue swivel and explore every inch possible of Laarni’s deepest secret, all the while making her fingers thrust in and out of the same hole. It took only a moment before Laarni began to secrete her exotic fluids and Carrie’s face was smeared with Laarni’s come.

Laarni, on the other hand, kept on sucking Carrie’s clit. She decided to make Carrie pay by placing three of her fingers inside Carrie’s cunt. By then Carrie was so wet that Laarni’s fingers slid in smoothly and easily. Carrie bucked her hips, sending Laarni’s tongue even deeper inside Carrie, something that Laarni didn’t mind. Suddenly another idea came to mind. She removed her fingers, now dripping wet with Carrie’s fluids, from Carrie’s cunt. Without warning, she slid them inside Carrie’s ass.

The movement took Carrie by surprise. She had never been fucked in the ass before, and the sensation was new to her. Laarni knew Carrie had never been done in the ass until that very moment, but instead of making nice and asking her if she was okay, Laarni went on and plunged her three fingers deep inside Carrie’s ass. Carrie, her tongue still inside Laarni’s cunt, grimaced in pain, but it wasn’t for very long. After the initial attack of pain came a different kind of pleasure that Carrie enjoyed. Laarni kept thrusting in and out of Carrie’s ass, and Carrie kept thrusting her tongue and fingers in and out of Laarni’s cunt.

Carrie decided to do the same to Laarni. She spread Laarni’s butt cheeks apart. Laarni, sensing what Carrie was about to do, simply let her. Carrie sensed Laarni’s willingness, and she got excited. She spread Laarni’s cheeks as far as possible. When it was spread far enough, Carrie removed her tongue from Laarni’s cunt and inserted it inside Laarni’s asshole instead.

Laarni was so surprised, she forgot to breathe for a moment. The surprise wasn’t for long, though, because desire and arousal suddenly made their entrance. Laarni shut her eyes and began to moan like mad. She had been fucked in the ass several times now. It was one of her favorites. However, until at that moment, she had never been fucked in the ass by a girl. It was a prospect that excited her terribly. She pumped her hips in time for Carrie’s tongue, creating a sort of rhythm that made Laarni squeeze her eyes shut again.

“Carrie, you’re a monster,” Laarni managed to get out. In her sudden surge of pleasure, she had forgotten what she had intended to do with Carrie down there. Instead, she lay her head on Carrie’s mound, although her fingers were still inside Carrie’s asshole.

Carrie kept on doing what she was doing. She varied her motions too; she was thrusting in and out with sudden speed one moment, then slow and steady the next. Laarni could never guess what Carrie was up to, but she liked it that way. Laarni kept pumping her hips, Carrie kept doing Laarni in the ass with her tongue, and a rhythm between the two girls was built.

Laarni arched her back. “I’m coming,” she announced.

Carrie didn’t answer. She was too absorbed with her fingers in Laarni’s pussy and her tongue in Laarni’s ass to answer. Carrie simply spread her legs even wider. Laarni got the hint and began to eat Carrie’s cunt with a newfound zeal and passion. She started to move her fingers inside Carrie’s ass and was pleased when Carrie humped her hips in response.

The girls kept pleasuring each other for a couple more minutes until Carrie began to thrash around the couch wildly. The pleasure was too much and too intense. Being pleasured by Laarni and pleasuring Laarni did something to Carrie that she never thought possible. Carrie felt like she was about to explode from the sheer pleasure that was radiating from her every pore. Without knowing it, she had wrapped her legs around Laarni’s neck, pushing Laarni even deeper inside her.

The sudden wetness that enveloped Carrie’s face let her know that Laarni had come. It seemed like the fluids would never cease to flow. They kept spurting and flowing out one wave after another. Carrie removed her tongue from Laarni’s ass and fastened her mouth over Laarni’s cunt, absorbing and drinking in Laarni’s fresh fluids. The movement made Laarni come even more, and Carrie got lost in the fresh surge of desire coming from Laarni.

A split second later, Carrie came herself. Laarni did the same by burying her face in Carrie’s cunt. Her face was drenched in Carrie’s fluids, but Laarni didn’t mind. She kept eating Carrie up, in turn making Carrie come some more until Carrie could no longer take it. She gave a small shriek of pleasure. Her hips moved up and down, and in one moment of deep arousal, her body secreted the juices of pleasure. Laarni lapped these up as well, making Carrie come one more time before collapsing into a weak and shuddering heap at the couch.

Laarni lost her strength too, and she collapsed on top of Carrie as well, with her face still on Carrie’s cunt and her cunt directly above Carrie’s face. Both girls were breathless. Their hearts were racing furiously, and both girls were trying to catch their breath. Carrie shut her eyes. Unknowingly Laarni did the same. They lay like that for several more minutes, until Laarni sat up and got off the couch.

Carrie jerked awake. With a gasp, she sat upright too. Laarni was now sitting beside her, smiling at her playfully. Carrie seemed to be transported back to her old self, the self which had not been kissed and fucked by a girl, the self which was an integral part of her until an hour ago. Carrie blushed furiously. This made Laarni laugh, and she reached out and gave Carrie’s breast a playful tweak. Carrie started, and she felt another slice of lust and pleasure in between her legs.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Laarni said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “You know what? I think I’ll like having you over here.”

Carrie grinned back. Amazing, but her shyness seemed to have magically disappeared. “I think I’ll like being over here too,” she said.

And was pushed back into the couch again by Laarni.

Working at the Whale’s residence is something Jill always looks forward to. Mr. and Mrs. Whales are simply very good and heart warming people. Plus, the house is gorgeous. It is a ten-room mansion, with its own infinity pool, a lush garden, and a well manicured lawn. Their son, Malik is 7 and is pretty much an adult with a world of his own. He is often on the attic or his room, but his extremely adorable once on the mood.

Mrs. Whales---Gladys, as she wants to be addressed is a svelte woman in her mid-thirties. She’s always dressed elegantly and her hands glitter with enough diamonds that can blind someone if they stare too long. From time to time, Jill would sneak in her closet just to see her collection of stilettos and perfumes. She’s beautiful and filthy rich. She’s often away on business trips as she is in-charge of their chain of restaurants all over the country.

Mr. Whales----Pierre, is someone who could be mistaken as a Hollywood actor with his brown hair and stormy grey eyes that seem distant and aloof, but mellows down to a peaceful deep blue shade when he’s in good mood. Jill never saw much of Mr. Whales during her first few weeks working for the family. He’s been on a Caribbean cruise and had just returned, looking all tanned and god-like.

This particular Friday afternoon, she was all by herself at the living room when Mr. Whales arrived. Malik is still at school and will arrive in half an hour. She went early because class was dismissed an hour ahead and she had nowhere to go anyway. She was watching some chick flick when Mr. Whales handed her something. It was a beautifully wrapped package done in pink, with fine silver strings tied as ribbons. “Open it. A little something, for taking good care of Malik. He can be very unpredictable but he seems to like you a lot.”

Jill smiled and hurriedly opened the charming box and inside was a blue bracelet made from lapis lazuli. “Wow. This is beautiful. Thank you so much.”

Mr. Whales nodded and smiled. “I picked that because they are the exact colour of your eyes. I am glad you liked it.”

“Like it? Are you kidding? This is like the coolest thing. Could you put it for me?” She held out her hand and watched as the clasp clicked. “Thanks, Mr. Whales.”

A bubble of laughter escaped his lips. “Please---call me Pierre. You’re like family to us.” She leaned a bit forward, revealing a shadow slash on her chest. He averted his eyes. It was the first time he has seen Jill up close and noted her creamy smooth skin and her naturally pink cheeks. Her most stunning feature however is her full bottom lip. It looks red and juicy and absolutely tempting. She licked her bottom lip and his eyes were glued to her face. She flicked her chestnut hair and smiled at him. “You’re very nice, Pierre.” She stood up, wearing skinny jeans and a camisole top inside her white cardigan. She kissed him lightly on the cheek and whispered ever so slightly. “Thanks.” She teasingly licked his earlobes. “Sorry. I’ve always wanted to do that. You’re kinda like my fantasy come to life.” She laughed as she stood. 

A few minutes ticked by and Jill’s phone rang. “Hello.”

“Jill, I picked up Malik. We’ll be having an early dinner so he’ll be late. For the mean time, make your self comfortable. Mr. Whales and I will be meeting some friends later so I want you to stay the night. Will that be fine? You can sleep in one of the guest rooms.”

“Sure, Mrs. Whales. That should be no problem.”

“Okay. See you in a while.”

“Mrs. Whales said she picked up Malik and they’d be a bit late.” She told Mr. Whales.

Jill sat on the couch and removed her cardigan. She knows he was watching her so she leaned down to get a magazine from the rack nearby. Her top drooped as she bent, revealing some delectable skin underneath her top. At 18, her figure is phenomenal and Pierre stared to look at the pair of her full breasts so obvious through her camisole top. Pierre sat down beside her and caressed her face. “You’re so beautiful.” Boldly, she took his hand and licked its palm. She drew each finger inside her mouth one by one. “I see you watching me. I know you’re hard right now and you want to undress me bit by bit and touch my body. You are lusting for me, aren’t you?”

“Jill...”

“I’m easy you know. Like I said, you’re like my fantasy come to life.” She took off her cardigan, revealing her bright pink bra and her tits a bit too big for her bra cups. She stood up and shoved her breasts on Pierre’s face. He kissed the valley between her breasts and licked the exposed top skin above her bra. She moaned as his mouth made contact with her skin, loving his slow tentative movements. He carried her and sat her astride his lap while removing her bra. Her young breasts sprang free and she sighed as Pierre took her small nipples in his mouth. “Oh Mr. Whales, give me more.” She gripped his head and held it against her fullness. “I’ve always fantasized you doing this. Whenever I touch myself, I imagine you sucking my tits like this and I come like crazy...” His hands caressed her waist and kissed her mouth with supreme urgency. His tongue teased her lips, sending shivers down her spine. She whispered in his ear. “They may arrive any minute. We should stop.” He was panting like crazy as she dressed up. He nodded and fixed himself. “I’ll go upstairs.”

***

Upstairs, Pierre struggled to walk with a hard-on. He was transfixed by what just happened. He had his share of women but never did he imagine himself being this aroused by a babysitter. Jill was so young for him but she acted every inch a woman, with a trace of vulnerability that was so amazing. He thought about the kiss they shared, the way his breasts felt on his hands. It was mind blowing. The fact that it all happened in this grand house made it all crazy. Crazy steamy. He closed his eyes and vowed never to be near her like that again. She’s a walking temptation and it would do him well if he avoided her for good.

Malik is busy with his computer games the entire night so, it had been quite very relaxing for Jill. She thought about what happened this afternoon at the Whale’s living room and her body began to tingle with the thought. Ever since Pierre returned from his cruise, she became more aware of him. It was true that she did fantasize about him, but the whole thing got worse for her these past few days. It started last week when she happened to be early. She was lazing on the hammock and from her vantage point, she can she Mr. Whales in his black trunks. His body is amazing. He is all muscle, perfectly tanned, and well-endowed. His manly bulge is so evident even from many feet away. She felt a familiar stirring inside her. She had been with two men before---men that are her age, and while she was always satisfied, she always had a thing for mature men. Mature---not old. At 38, Pierre is just perfect. The thought of his strong hands against her skin and that cock entering her is always a welcome thought. She wondered how it would feel like being fucked by someone blessed with that huge dick. Maybe then, she’d totally feel like a woman.

The truth is that even before Pierre returned from his cruise, he had been the constant subject of her thoughts. While she was looking for movies to watch, she happened to see a very strange looking DVD compilation. It was bound and contains more than 10 discs.

Everything was labelled as “PG”----PG Honeymoon, PG Hawaii, PG Maldives, PG Fourth of July, PG Vegas and so on. She took the discs to the computer and copied two on her flash disk out of curiosity. When she got home, she opened the files and she stared with mouth agape in front of her computer screen.

PG Honeymoon and PG Maldives---the files she copied turned out two be sex videos of the Whales. It was the most scandalous thing she had ever witnessed, simply because she knew both of them. Both files were so hot that she had two masturbate twice the night she watched them. In both videos, Mrs. Whales’s orgasms were such a turn on. Truth be told, Jill never even had an orgasm all her life. She would touch herself lightly, but she never reached her climax. She envied Mrs. Whales since then.

Now, as she looked at the garden from the window, she felt so aroused all over again. She wanted to call her boyfriend but all she can think about was Pierre’s lips all over her. A few minutes later, Mr. Whales called her upstairs to say that he is taking her home. She grabbed her backpack and followed him inside his SUV. Her heart pounded wildly as she put on her seatbelt. A few blocks later, she felt a hand on her knee. She let out a soft sigh and led it upward. She moaned over and over as Pierre played with her thigh. He hadn’t touched her directly but she wanted to tempt him by making sex noises. Pierre stopped the car. She looked at him expectantly. “If you don’t stop moaning, Jill, I will fuck you right here.”, he warned. She bit her lower lip and began to touch herself. She moaned like crazy, “Pierre, oh Pierre... fuck me now...oh fuck me now...” He gripped her face and looked at her intently. “I said stop it!” He jerked her so hard that she started to sob. Her entire body rocked with fear. “Ah...I’m sorry. I just...I just wanted to play.” She steadied herself and looked straight. “I won’t do it again.” Throughout the entire drive, they both haven’t said anything more. When he stopped in front of her house, she got out quickly and ran towards the front door and slid a key. Pierre sat there for a while, thinking about her. His temper got the best of him once again. He hopes she take too much of an offense that she won’t bother coming back. Getting another babysitter would do all of them good. He stepped on his accelerator and sped up the car. Women!

Jill went straight to her room. What happened at the car changed the dynamics for her. She may be just an average student but she’s well versed when it comes to men. She knew that after his fit of extreme temper, he wouldn’t be able to sleep without feeling guilty. What she’d do now is to maintain some distance. Yes, he wanted him. But she wants him willing. In no time, he’ll come to her. She’s very sure of that. For now, she’d have to focus her thoughts on more important things. There’s her thesis, Chris---her boyfriend, and the many requirements at school. She’ll do her best not to think about him, but it’s not to say that their over. Not at the very least.

***

She hadn’t set foot 0n the Whales’ house for two weeks and it had done her good. Her long straight light chestnut hair now looks sexier since she had a perm. Her loose locks may have cost her more than she had expected but she didn’t care. At least, she looks a lot better. She also had a tan since went to the beach last weekend. Jill saw Malik watching TV and she greeted him. “Hey, pal.”

Malik looked up and smiled at her. “You want some candies?”, he offered.

Jill shook her head. “No thanks. I can’t have too many sweets.” She grabbed the newest cover of Vogue from the rack and browse lazily through the pages. “Nothing interesting.”, she thought. She felt her self become tense the moment she entered the front door and as she scanned the pages of the glossy, she wished that Pierre and I wouldn’t cross paths very soon. After two weeks and spending the weekend with her friends and her boyfriend, she actually lost interest in him. It’s just too awkward having to see him again and pretend everything is cool. Oh well. She deleted the files she copied----the scandal she saw. She realized that she’s too young for him and after being shouted at, his IT factor decreased.

Malik seemed too absorbed in watching Nick TV that she didn’t bother making small talk. Besides, he’s a kid. It’s best to let him be. Meanwhile, Jill got so caught up with an article about toxic cosmetics that she didn’t hear it when Pierre arrived. Next thing she knew, he was seated beside her, talking to Malik about the junior soccer game. Her entire body tensed but she pretended he doesn’t exist. “How have you been, Jill?”, asked Pierre as he turned to face her.

“Fine, Mr. Whales.”, was her only reply and continued reading about the harm caused by sulphates, phthalates, and parabens. She didn’t know what those are, but she didn’t care. At least, she found some excuse not to look at the devil beside her. After a few minutes of dad and son talk, Mr. Whales stood up and went upstairs.