101 EROTICA STORIES (169 page)

Mr. Pike runs one hand all over my back. The other runs all over my front. He kicks things off from the waistband of my cutoff shorts. He let his finger run over and inside the soft fabric of my shorts, grazing my delicate skin there ever so lightly. His touch, although light, drips with eroticism. It is my turn to moan in his mouth, and I do that exactly.

The element of surprise has gone out from my system, only to be replaced by waves of lust so massive, they have become a single force. I surrender to the giant wave. I let it consume me. I let myself drown in it, and the drowning is fine.

Mr. Pike’s hand is on my belly button this time. His fingers circle it gently, sometimes dipping a finger or two inside its cup. Then his fingers travel upward, toward where my ribs are, and into the underside of my moderately sized breasts. I like to think they’re my best asset. My boobs may not be the biggest out there, but they’re not mere lumps and bumps either. I think they’re just right in terms of size, and Mr. Pike seems to echo the sentiment when he cups one breast with his hand.

“Mr. Pike,” I say breathlessly, and he answers by giving my boob a hard squeeze. I gasp and stiffen. What did he do that for?

Mr. Pike breaks the kiss and whispers in my ear. “You deserve to be punished. You’ve been a bad girl, Andrea. I’ve seen you look at me that way last week. Do you think I let such naughty acts go unpunished?” He places his thumb against my nipple and plays with it while the other fingers squeeze some more.

The squeezing hurts, but it also turns me on. Mr. Pike is just so hot! “Yes, Mr. Pike,” I answer, as I moan again when Mr. Pike presses his thumb against my erect nipple. I arch my back and wrap a leg around his waist. Mr. Pike’s hand, the one that was running all over my back, gives my ass a hard smack.

“What was that for?” I ask, sounding like a whiny little girl.

“That was for being a cunt,” Mr. Pike answers. Then he lifts me off and brings me inside the house, kicking the door shut behind him and placing me on the couch.

Lying on the couch and facing him, I finally understand Mr. Pike and his games. I decide to play along. The smacking and pinching hurt, but surprisingly, they turn me on too. I feel my underwear getting more soaked by the minute. Without waiting for Mr. Pike to say a word, I reach inside my denim shorts and feel my pussy. I am right. I am absolutely dripping. It turns me on so much, I let out another moan.

Mr. Pike’s eyes gleams. “You will do as I say. Get it? Now I want you to get your shirt and those shorts off and play with yourself.” He pulls a chair and sits right in front of the couch, facing me.

“What if I won’t?” I ask him.

Mr. Pike’s eyes darken. “You wouldn’t want to know the answer to that, Andrea.”

I remove my thin cotton top, revealing my round breasts. Mr. Pike nods approvingly. I slide my shorts and soaking underwear off, revealing a slightly hairy mound that has white traces of fluid on it. I swivel and face Mr. Pike directly. I spread my legs wide open and gently pull apart the pinkish lips of my most secret place. I let Mr. Pike see the sticky substance already present in the secret space before I reach down and play with my clitoris.

The sensation excites me, and I begin to moan and groan nonstop. Mr. Pike’s eyes grow wider and wider with every motion of my fingers and with every moan and groan. I stroke my clit harder and faster, and when I think I am going to explode, I hurriedly inserted two fingers inside my pussy. I slide the fingers in and out, making a kind of rhythm that hits the spot. In, out, in, out. My hips begin to move back and forth to their own accord, and I moan again. I let my other hand run back and forth across my breasts. I tweak, pinch, and thumb the nipples as soon as they grow erect. The fingers of the other hand inside my cunt are getting wetter every second, so I remove them for a minute and smear some of my juice on my breasts. I slide in three fingers this time, and the sensation becomes more incredible. The other hand glides smoothly on my twins this time, thanks to the juice I have smeared on it.

I am about to explode. Mr. Pike must’ve sensed this as well because he suddenly declares, “Enough.”

His command takes me by surprise, and I pause with what I’m doing, not quite sure I understand what he said very well. Mr. Pike rises from the chair and walks toward me. With my legs still apart, he kneels in front of me. He removes the fingers inside my cunt and sucks on each one of them. Then he lowers his face and licks off the whitish stuff that is still smeared on my breasts. He licks my boobs slowly and thoroughly, flicking a tongue here and nibbling on a bit of flesh there. He makes a trail of kisses and licks from my breasts, stomach, navel, and eventually to my pussy.

Mr. Pike buries his face in my cunt for a few minutes before his tongue flicks out and makes things livelier. I shiver as Mr. Pike runs his tongue all over the exterior of my cunt. See, I am a total sucker for oral sex, and Mr. Pike is touching me exactly how I want to be touched: softly and slowly at first, harder and faster the next minute.

His hands are grabbing my butt cheeks while he buries his face and tongue in my pussy. Mr. Pike squeezes my cheeks as he inserts his tongue in my already wet slit. I give a loud moan. Mr. Pike, for all his trim physique, has a fat tongue. The walls of my most private cave quiver as he invades his way inside, swirling his tongue in every nook and crevice possible. His licking and thrusting become faster without warning. I move my hips to match the flicking motion of his tongue. Mr. Pike notices my hips moving about. He grabs my cheeks harder, almost to the point of pain, but I am lost in my ecstasy and don’t feel any pain at all. I move my hips faster and faster until Mr. Pike’s tongue can no longer keep up.

“I’m coming,” I announce.

Mr. Pike pulls his tongue out from my cunt, cutting short my ride of erotic heaven.

I gasp. “Mr. Pike! I told you—”

“I know what you told me,” Mr. Pike answers curtly. “But that isn’t enough. Drop on all fours now.”

I have no choice but to follow. I turn and drop on all fours on the couch, bending my chest down low so that my firm ass sits high in the air. Mr. Pike moves behind me and spanks my cheeks lightly.

I gasp. My eyes water a little. Without Mr. Pike’s tongue inside my pussy, the spanking hurt a bit. With the hurt is a strange mixture of shame and lust. I don’t know what I ever did to cross my hunky next-door neighbor, but at the same time, I don’t want him to stop punishing me.

I raise my ass even higher, and Mr. Pike gets the signal. He smacks my bottom harder and faster now. Instead of his fingers, he uses the flat palm of his slightly rough hands. The harsh skin cuts into my smooth bottom, and it isn’t long before I make whimpering sounds.

“You’ve been a naughty girl,” Mr. Pike tells me, enunciating each word with one hard smack on my cheeks, which are beginning to feel sore. “I saw you watching me the other week, Andrea. I know you saw me
see
you watching me.”

So this is what it’s all about! The accidental encounter that rainy afternoon—my girlfriends were right, Mr. Pike liked what he saw. Before I know it, a burst of laughter escapes my lips, only to be cut short by Mr. Pike grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling it hard.

“You think it’s funny, ogling older men like that?” he growls. He hasn’t stopped hitting my bottom. This time, he times each hit with some hard hair pulling. I feel embarrassed to be treated this way, but Mr. Pike is right. I am a naughty girl. The admission arouses me again. I no longer think of what Mr. Pike will do to me because I actually want him to do it. I lower myself on my elbows and reach down into my cunt with one arm. I play with my clit, matching the pressure with Mr. Pike’s smacking and pulling.

He laughs when he sees what I’m doing. “Oh, Andrea!” he exclaims. “I know I’m going to like you big time.”

I groan in response, too absorbed in my moment of pleasure. I had shut my eyes in the process, and when I open them, I came face-to-face with Mr. Pike’s cock. By golly, it is huge, but not in a porn kind of way. Mr. Pike is a teacher through and through, even down to his cock. I giggle and take his huge rod in my mouth.

Mr. Pike runs his hands into my hair again and grabs another fistful. I lower my mouth until it is barely resting on his dick. I let my tongue do its thing, running and swirling it all over the entire shaft while Mr. Pike pulls on my hair and moans like mad. I sit up a bit and grab his balls with my hands. I give his jewels the tenderest squeeze, and he acts like he’s on fire, getting all stiff and erect. And I’m talking about his body
and
cock here.

I slowly move my mouth higher into Mr. Pike’s rod. He moans, and I know he approves. I move my mouth higher and higher until his cock is almost into my throat. I grab a flesh of Mr. Pike’s firm behind in my hand. He answers by placing his hands on the sides of my head and pushing and pulling my head, so that I’m making kind of thrusting motions. My mouth has transformed into a cunt, and I feel Mr. Pike all stiff and firm inside my mouth. I don’t stop what I’m doing, of course. I make humming motions, press my lips firmly down his dick, and make humming motions again. The cycle drives my next-door neighbor wild.

“Andrea,” he says.

I understand he is about to burst. I look up at him. He must’ve seen the glint in my eyes because he suddenly grabbed whole handfuls of my hair, but I don’t let that stop me. I remove my mouth, freeing Mr. Pike’s cock from it. He gave a moan so loud, I will not be surprised if he wakes the whole neighborhood up with his moaning.

“Fair’s fair,” I tell him smugly.

Mr. Pike becomes a possessed animal. With a roar, he pushes me back into the couch and hovers over me. He pinches my nipple, hard, and I groan in response. I’m being punished again for refusing to let him come. The thought of punishment turns me on so bad, I start to get wet again.

Mr. Pike spreads my legs apart. He can only do so much in the limited space of the couch, so he places them on his shoulders instead. With his height, my legs are practically vertical. I am very well exposed down there, but I don’t mind. I raise my hips higher and spread the moist folds of my vagina.

“Fuck me,” I whisper.

Mr. Pike obliges, but not without some so-called punishment. He doesn’t ram himself inside me right away. He let the tip of his already wet dick graze the moist folds of my cunt. The teasing sensation is incredible. I writhe on the couch. He makes to move as if he is about to insert his tool inside my cunt, only to withdraw at the last minute and simply let the tip graze my pussy again. It’s driving me insane. Of course Mr. Pike knows it. It is why he is doing it in the first place.

“Please, Mr. Pike,” I beg him while I writhe on the couch.