Can't Get Enough: Erotica for Women Page 4

I tickle his belly. “How about an encore? Is that something you would do with me?”

  Lou leads me up the walkway. “You mean a private show?” he ponders, easing the key inside the lock. “I’m afraid that isn’t included in the ticket price.”

  “That’s fine. Rest assured you’ll get plenty of buck for your bang.”

  “You’re a beast, beautiful,” Lou says, and I can hear the affection—and the arousal—in his voice. He shuts the door behind us.

  When one door closes, so does another. This time it’s the door to our bedroom.

  “Why do you do that?” I query, slipping off my flats.

  “Do what?” he asks, and his innocence is genuine.

  “Why do you shut the door? Ain’t nobody here but us dickens.”

  Lou pushes his hands into his pockets, making his pants bulge in all the wrong places. “I just don’t want opportunity to knock while we’re…knocking boots, that’s all.”

  “That’s right,” I play along. “Opportunity had better find a more opportune time to come and knock on our door.”

  Lou laughs. “It’s just comforting, I guess. Reassuring. I like doing it, so that when we’re…doing it, we’re completely alone together. Stuck on each other, stuck in here. Stuck in a never-ending state of embarrassing statements. Blaire, shut me up, please.”

  I trap him in a lip-lock, effectively shutting his trap. Lou responds with a trap of his own: his arms. They fit around me snugly, securely, like a bodice.

  “Blaire, darling,” he addresses me upon release, “let me entertain you.” Lou bows. It is gallant and grandiose and I can’t help but feel like a princess.

  Lou smiles, kicks off his shoes. “Wish me luck,” he says.

  I don’t heed. “There’s no need. You lucked out with me. You’re going to get lucky with me. Better not push your luck.”

  “I’ll take your advice,” Lou agrees, “and give you a kiss.” So saying, he places a preperformance peck on my cheek.

  Lights up. Showtime. I lean back on the bed, supporting myself on my hands as Lou’s hips begin to gyrate like Pelvis Presley. There is no music, just me and my private dancer, standing before me in his tight T-shirt and Herculean hubris. I can almost hear him humming, “Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?” I used to bring out the best in him. Now I bring out the beast in him, too. I am definitely not losing my touch. Lou watches me watch him—or maybe it’s the other way around.

  He lifts his shirt, curtain rising until the stage is bare. His chest is impeccable: a landscape of crimps and grooves and sinewy delights. I admire the undulation of his muscles as he moves. He is awkward yet graceful, confident yet modest.

  Liquid lust soaks my panties. Each tingle mingles with the next, until my body starts to vibrate and my hips begin to roll.

  “Are you trying to upstage me, Blaire?” he teases.

  “Lou, button your lip and unbutton your pants.”

  Lou buttons his lip and unbuttons his pants, and when they come off, he looks like the Michelangelo’s David but with all the naughty bits covered.

  “Now we know who wears the pants in this relationship,” Lou remarks, looking pointedly at my black slacks.

  “Yes, we do. And it isn’t you.” I take off my trousers. “And it certainly isn’t me.”

  Lou approaches the bed and I sit up as his body enters my space, right where it belongs. I love him—with my eyes, my heart, my hands. I touch the decadent dents in his abs. I touch the sculpted silhouette of his legs, and the thighs that could squeeze the juice out of lemons. I touch the contours of his cock, that hefty bump tucked inside his briefs, which are bright yellow and terribly tacky.

  “I hate it when you wear those. It looks like Pac-Man is eating your package.”

  “Everyone’s a critic,” Lou grumbles. “And that includes me, by the way. Blaire, my love, your underwear is an obscene shade of blue. You look like a tropical fish.”

  I glance down. “They are all wet, aren’t they?”

  Lou nods. He rids himself of his dreadful drawers and then rids me of mine.

  I take a moment to marvel at my unclad lad. His cock is rather…spirited, with its stiff stem and rosy hue. “I can see why they cast you in the show.”

  “Because I’ve got spunk?” he speculates.

  “Yes, although technically it’s your Mary Tyler Moornament that’s got spunk.”

  A slight spout emerges when I tap the shaft. Ah, wood that I could. And I can. So I shall.

  We exchange positions and now he’s seated on the bed and I’m seated on his lap. Our lips unite, stick together for a while.

  Lou’s cock knocks at the entrance.

  “Come on in.”

  There’s a snug tug and he’s inside, feeling right at home. His hands scale my breasts and his lips caress my ear, sharing wishes and kisses and words like Blaire and love and beautiful and others that I can’t decipher.

  “I never understood why they call them sweet nothings,” Lou ponders. “I think they should be called sweet somethings.”

  You got to love a man who wears his hard-on his sleeve.

  Our hips move in harmony, my body thriving on the driving force of his cock. But it isn’t frantic. Bodies bumping, blood pumping, hearts thumping, we make love, not haste.

  His eyes meet mine, and I notice the way he blinks in time with his thrusts, which are restrained yet restless.

  I grind my groin against his—mildly at first, wildly at last.

  He bursts inside me, a hot shot of spunk that causes my body to twist and turn, like the funnel of a tornado.

  I let Lou slip out, but not away. A part of him stays with me—it is thick and clingy and makes me think of maple syrup.

  In its pursuit of sappiness, my hand wanders between my thighs, then to his midsection, where my digits loop and dip and draw Lou’s initial.

  Lou laughs, admiring my amorous artwork. “It’s beautiful, beautiful.”

  “Thanks, Lou.” My smile stretches all the way from my soul to his, where they mate, just like we did. “Coming from you, that’s one L of a compliment.”

  ROCKET FUEL

  Jacqueline Applebee

  It’s simple really: I can’t get enough of cock. I love blow jobs, hand jobs, taking it up my arse or my cunt. I love the feel, the look and the smell of cock. But I absolutely, positively, adore everything about cum. Precum is a shiny, salty drop of promise. Spurts of cum feel like a champagne explosion. The rarest ejaculate of them all, postcum is like a precious essence that has to be treasured on the tip of my tongue.

  People like to call me easy, like there’s some merit in being difficult. I’m a friend, a lover and a good time all in one. I know what I want. I don’t hurt anybody. When I get with a guy, everyone’s a winner. And I do love getting with guys. My fuckbuddies included Steve, a cabdriver who worked erratic hours. There was Lester, a hospital orderly who liked to dress as his favourite comic-book characters at the weekend. And then there was Mukesh Singh, a librarian who hated his job, but refused to leave because it kept his parents from making him work in his uncle’s restaurant.

  I’d started to notice that my obsession with cock resulted in some strange side effects. I’d been seeing Mukesh more than my other buddies lately. Mukesh had long black hair and broad happy lips. His cock was a lovely length; not so long as to set off my gag reflex, but big enough to make me feel like I could suck him forever.

  On one particular evening, I’d swallowed gush after gush of Mukesh’s ejaculate. I couldn’t keep it all in, but he kept on spouting forth the good stuff. We’d kissed after. That was when I felt a tingle deep inside me. My heart beat strong and fast. As I left his apartment, I saw my bus some way down the road. I started running, although I knew there was no way I’d catch it. The world whizzed by as my feet carried me at a dizzying speed. Much to my surprise, I ran straight past the bus. I had to double back to the bus stop so I could board it. I looked down at my feet and then back to Mukesh’s home far in the distance. I was am
azed.

  I suppose everyone dreams of gaining superpowers at some stage of their lives. When I was a little girl, I’d watch colorful butterflies flitter around my garden. I used to wish I could join them in their dance. Well, I wasn’t about to start flying anytime soon, but I was still exhilarated at the thought of what cum could do to me. I decided more experimentation was needed.

  I turned up at Mukesh’s workplace the next day. It was a small reference library with just enough rare books to make it a going concern. Mukesh was just about to go into the copy room when I caught him.

  “Hey, Kim. I didn’t expect to see you so soon.” He patted his pockets, and then checked his mobile phone. “Did you send me a text?”

  I pulled him discreetly into the windowless room, full of noisy copiers and printers. It was stifling hot in there. I fanned myself and undid a few buttons of my blouse.

  “I need you, Mukesh.”

  My friend grinned and adjusted his tie. “Well, I am much in demand nowadays. All the ladies love me.” He was so full of himself, but I tried to not get annoyed at the Mukesh Singh PR machine.

  “Less talk. More cock.”

  “Now?” Mukesh looked around. “Here?” He looked like he was about to object for a moment, but then he puffed out his chest, and grinned even wider. “Damn, Kim. You sure are one kinky girl.” Mukesh pushed the door to the copier room shut with his foot. His hand was at his belt a second later. I sank to my knees. Mukesh wasn’t fully hard, but he was getting there. I kissed the head of his cock. It twitched against my lips. Mukesh tasted great. Even if his cum didn’t have an effect on me, I’d do this every day if I could. I just couldn’t get enough. I licked up and down, savouring the fragrant tang of his pale brown skin, all sea salt, cologne and precum. The copy machines continued to whir and clunk around us. The odd sheet of paper fluttered to the floor. Mukesh made low appreciative noises, but then he squeaked. His hand went to my head. “Shit. I almost forgot, my boss asked me to get a report ten minutes ago.” His hand gripped my hair harder. I didn’t know if he was trying to pull me away, or if he was holding on for dear life. “I’ve gotta get back to his office before he comes looking for me.”

  I ran my hand along the length of his cock, coaxing him to be quiet. I just had to taste his spunk. My wish was granted mere moments later when Mukesh erupted in my mouth. I swallowed once, twice. Mukesh staggered back against a large printer, groaning. I wiped the last traces of sticky fluid from the corner of my lips. I felt a surge of happiness flowing through me. I wondered if it was my new superpower, or just the fact that I’d blown my friend in a library.

  Mukesh tucked himself back in. “Kim, you’re gonna kill me.”

  “I hope not. I need you, mate.”

  Mukesh straightened his tie. “Look, I hate to come and go, but I have to deliver this report to my boss man or he’ll have my head.” Mukesh bent to retrieve a stack of papers from the printer behind him. “Shit. I think the last page of the report is stuck in there.” He started pulling at a drawer on the large printer, but it wouldn’t budge.

  I had a sudden thought. “Let me try.” I gently pulled at the drawer. The whole thing shot out into my hand and slammed against the far wall. My eyes went wide.

  Mukesh looked at the printer, and back to me. “When did you get so strong?”

  I looked down at my hands; they appeared ordinary enough. Maybe my friend’s cum had done something to me after all. I took a chance. I gripped the side of the printer. I lifted the entire thing as if it weighed nothing at all. Mukesh scrambled backward to the door, his mouth open with shock. After a few astonished seconds he moved closer to me. “Do that again,” he said with a smile.

  Mukesh delivered the report to his boss, and then we both snuck out of the library. We went to Steve’s home. I sucked my cabdriver buddy, and then lifted his refrigerator with one hand. After the initial shock and a string of expletives, he gave Mukesh a high-five.

  I was a cum-powered superwoman! It was incredible. I had never needed a reason to enjoy cock before, but now I felt like I was on a mission, energized by primeval forces. Mukesh and Steve were over the moon too; I was rampant in getting them in the sack. They loved my transformation.

  My third lover, Lester, took a different approach to the whole thing. I hadn’t seen Lester in months. I was hungry for a taste of his good stuff. However he kept me at arm’s length. “Kim, I’ve been doing some research on your…” He waved his hand in the vague direction of his groin. “I’ve done some research on your condition. You’re not the first woman to be affected by the properties of spermatozoa.” Lester loved to sound clinical. He clicked on his computer keyboard, bringing up an old-fashioned illustration that I recognized. “There’s a guy I knew once who said Sleeping Beauty was awakened by ejaculate, and not a kiss.”

  I made a disgusted face. “You think Prince Charming blew his load over a sleeping woman?”

  “Maybe the guy who told me that was a horny dog.” Lester brought up another web page. “And then I found this.” A photo of a very pretty woman appeared onscreen. “Meet Paula Carlton. Or the Amazon Punisher, as she sometimes likes to call herself.” Another photo popped up. This time Paula was wearing a skimpy costume, but she had a fierce look on her face and a coiled whip in her hand. “I met Paula at a gaming convention. She was totally into me, I’m sure of it. Anyway, I was drunk as a skunk on a Saturday night, but she carried me back to my hotel room.” Lester made a strange motion. “I mean, she just slung me over her shoulder and carried me to bed. I don’t remember too much, but she told me she could do what you could. I didn’t believe her until now.” Lester sighed to himself, suddenly looking dreamy. “I thought she was just really strong. Boy, I wish I’d stayed awake long enough for her to ravage me.” I hit him on the arm. “What I’m trying to say is, we should all meet and see if we can put certain theories to the test. If this is what happens to you when you’re exposed to male ejaculate, what will happen when you get some from another woman?” He looked deadly serious. “Girls can squirt too, under the right circumstances. And that’s why I’m keeping my dick out of your grasp.” He gave me a rueful smile. “For science.”

  I looked at the photo of the Amazon, surprised at a new stirring inside me. I’d only been intimate with a woman once before. It was nice and all, but I’d never thought too much about it. Now I pondered the idea of being with Paula, and I found it excited me. I just had to meet her.

  Lester organized it all. I sat in my apartment several weeks later, feeling incredibly nervous about meeting the new woman. I wasn’t even sure what to call her. Addressing someone as Ms. Punisher seemed a little formal.

  I wore strappy heels and a short flirty dress that was feminine in the extreme. My reddish hair was styled into a mound of soft curls. Dangly earrings and a dusting of makeup completed my outfit. I wanted to impress upon Paula just how womanly I was. I didn’t want her to see me as any kind of a threat.

  My three lovers lounged about on the floor, all tapping away on their cell phones and their tablet computers. They hardly paid me any mind. That all changed when Paula arrived.

  The Amazon barreled into my room with a look of outright lust on her face. “Lester was right. You’re gorgeous,” she said breathlessly. “We’ve got to have sex immediately.”

  “What?” I squeaked. “Don’t you want to talk about our abilities first?” I tried to step away, but Paula dragged me into an embrace. “We could all have some coffee and a chat. How’s that sound?” Paula ignored me. She just nuzzled the side of my neck.

  My three lovers all stood wide-eyed with shock.

  Mukesh was the first to speak. “I think you should have sex too.”

  Steve was practically buzzing with excitement. “Yeah, it will be great to see what happens when you get some woman’s cum inside you.”

  I looked to Lester. “This has got to be a dream,” he whispered. He ran to his satchel in a corner, pulling some equipment out. “We have to film it too. For the sake of sci
ence.”

  I managed to break free from the Amazon. “Okay. I’ll agree to the sex.” I glared at Lester. “But not to the filming.”

  My mandate didn’t seem to bother Lester at all. “Fine. I’ll just take detailed notes.” He was such a nerd.

  I turned to Paula. “Are you certain about this? You don’t know anything about me.”

  Paula pulled me close once more. She was gentle as she ran a hand over the bare skin of my collarbone. “I’ve felt like such a freak for ages. Everyone’s too afraid to get close. I longed to meet someone like me.” She kissed me briefly. “And now that I have, it’s impossible to keep my hands off you.” She smiled at me. “I just can’t get enough.” Paula seemed so earnest that I couldn’t resist her. I felt myself relax in her arms.

  I kissed Paula lightly on the lips. I felt her fingers travel down my back as I dotted little kisses all over her face and neck. We moved together slowly, dancing a slow-dance of desire that grew with every passing moment. We maneuvred our way to my sofa, landing in a heap. Paula squeezed my breast with a gentle touch. I was really glad that she had calmed down some. This would only be my second time with a woman. I didn’t want to get it wrong. I wedged my knee against her cunt. I could feel the wiry curls of her pubic hair. Of course the Amazon wouldn’t wear knickers. Paula made a low groan. She ground herself against me as I pushed a little harder.

  “I think you should both aim to climax simultaneously,” Lester called out. Mukesh and Steve hit him, urging him to be quiet.

  I turned my attention back to Paula. She drew up the hem of my dress, pulling it over my head in a sweep. My hair became tangled, but I didn’t care at all. My initial apprehension at being with a woman had vanished once she got me naked. I sat astride her hips and then bent down to kiss her again. Paula’s tongue touched mine. I sucked on it just like I would suck on a cock. It was absolutely delicious. I could have continued that endeavor all day, but I suddenly jolted upright as Paula’s fingers nudged my clit. She circled me with sticky fingers, and then she plunged inside with a welcome thrust. I surged atop her as she added another finger inside me. I reached up to squeeze my own tits, rolling a nipple between the fingers of each hand. I’d never expected any of this, but I was suddenly glad that my obsession with cock had brought me here.