Very Erotica: Young and Wild
Hanna Reed
Copyright 2011 Hanna Reed
Smashwords Edition
“God I'm tired,” Riley said, her speech slightly slurred from the alcohol.
“Oh, I know what that means,” John replied, sarcastically.
“What the hell, John, I fucked you in the parking lot. Wasn't that enough for you?” Riley shot back with grin.
John rubbed up against Riley from behind, as she rubbed the makeup from her face with a wet cloth.
“Apparently it wasn't. Besides, that was just a quickie. I need some hard-driving, raunchy sex,” John said as he reached around from behind and felt up Riley's large, firm tits.
Riley could feel John's huge bulging cock rubbing up against her ass. For a moment, she thought about how John had literally dragged her out of the bar earlier in the night, threw her in the back seat of their SUV and fucked her wildly. Her pussy started to tingle slightly as she considered John's offer, but exhaustion won out.
“John, I'm just too tired. It's 2am. I promise I'll tear you up in the morning,” Riley teased.
“Damn, I don't know if you can wait 'till morning.”
“Don't even think about it,” Riley blurted out, now turning and facing John.
“What?” John replied with a sly grin.
“The last time you said that, I woke up in the middle of the night being pounded like you were a man possessed. I was sore for days.”
“Fine, I'll just take matters into my own hand... if you know what I mean,” John shot back in joking tone.
“Not before you drop off Jill,” Riley said, her voice now turning serious.
“Shit, I forgot about her.”
“Are you OK to drive her home? You had quite a bit to drink tonight,” Riley said.
“I’m fine.”
“Uh huh… I’ve heard that before. Just make sure you keep your hands off tattoo girl,” Riley ordered.
“What’s wrong with tattoos and earnings? I think they’re hot,” John replied.
“That’s exactly what I mean. I’m not worried about you driving her. I’m worried about you driving your cock into her,” Riley said.
“Oh,” John replied, like a man who’d just been caught. “Don’t worry; I’ll be good this time.”
“Yeah, sure you will. Just remember, if you fuck her, I want to know about it,” Riley shot back.
“Like always,” John replied with a devilish grin.
“Anyway, just make sure you take your time driving her home. I don’t need a phone call from you asking me to bail you out tonight,” Riley added.
“I plan on speeding fast and taking plenty of chances.”
“Don't you dare, John. In fact, why don't you take the back roads?”
“Yeah, actually that's a pretty good idea. There's like only one house on that road between here and there,” John agreed.
“Dark and quit... no cops,” Riley added.
“Just the way I like it.”
“Get going, mister,” Riley said, leaning forward and giving John a sensual kiss.
“Hmm, maybe I should hurry back.”
“John, I'm going to be out like a light in five minutes. NO SEX!”
“Fine... I'll see you later.”
John leaned in and kissed Riley one more time, turned and made his way down the hallway.
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As John entered his darkened living room, he saw eighteen year old Jill lounging back on his couch watching TV. As he snuck up from behind her, he could see her huge cleavage that seemed to be busting out of her low cut top.
Quietly and undetected, John stood behind her and marveled at the spectacular tattoos plastered across her big beautiful tits. He imagined planting his face between them as he felt up her tight, hot body. As he thought about taking her right there on that couch, his huge cock began to rage again inside his pants.
“Mmm,” John said to himself quietly, as his mind began to visualize his huge cock sliding in and out of her tattooed body.
“Hi John,” Jill said, looking behind her after hearing John's moan. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Not, long,” John said, feeling a bit embarrassed after being caught leering at Jill's tits.
John watched Jill's eyes scan from his face, down to his crotch. She had spotted his obvious bulge and was eying it with interest.
John felt a bit uncomfortable by her stare, but as his eyes focused again on her tits, he felt the rush of arousal race through his body and through his ever growing cock.
“Are you OK?” Jill asked, now bravely joking about John's 'condition'.
John nervously cleared his throat and pretended not to understand.
“Um, I'm alright, why?” He asked, his mind racing as he watched her eyes still glued to his growing cock.
“Well, looks like you have a little problem down there,” Jill said in a seductive tone.
John looked down at his crotch, then back at Jill and smiled. Jill's eyes never seemed to drift from his bulging pants.
“So how big does that thing get? I overheard Riley talking about it on the phone a while back. Guess she was right.”
Jill licked her lips as she spoke, sending pulsations through his still growing shaft. John felt the head of his dick begin to push up through his underwear and now trying to force its way out of the top of his pants.
Looking up at John's face, Jill could see the lust in his eyes. She now had power over a man who considered her just a child. She now felt like a woman in control, much the same way she felt with the other guy's she had had sex with in the past. To Jill, sex was about power. No man took her seriously until she fucked them. She like that kind of power and used it often to gain respect.
“Hmm, I'm betting that thing is at least nine inches, isn't it?” Jill asked bluntly, now forcing the topic plainly out in the open.
“Jill, I really shouldn't be talking to you about this. I’ve got a wife, you know,” John responded, trying to diffuse the conversation.
“From what I’ve heard about you two, this is exactly what she likes,” Jill responded.
“Not tonight,” John countered.
Reaching out, she rubbed John's shaft through his pants.
“If you're not going to tell me, mind if I guess your size?”
For a moment, John let Jill message his cock. Watching her tattooed hand slide up and down his pants, he felt like he was going to cum. Jill looked up at John's withering eyes and sensed he was close. Turning completely around on the couch and now kneeling, she reached out with her other hand and cupped his balls. She unbuttoned the top of his jeans and instantly, John's raging cock sprang out the top.