Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

“Fucking hell,” Erica hissed.

Her curses and moans echoed mine as I felt her tunnel envelope my shaft completely. I pulled hard against her hips, wanting to bury myself deeper and deeper inside of her body. I need more and more of this wondrous woman. Every time we made love was just as intense as that first time.

There was no time for words, no time for sweet whisperings to one another. The risk of being caught made the moment highly erotic, and I doubted I would last very long with the pace my lover had set. Erica worked her hips and rode me like she tried to get an entire week of cardio in, in just one session. Sweat glistened on her chest–rolling over her bountiful breasts that danced enticingly before me–and all the way down her tight stomach. The small break room was filled with the creaking of the couch, the slapping of naked flesh, and moans of pleasure as Erica and I worked in tandem to reach a climax. I hurtled towards mine far quicker than usual, and before I knew it, I was clutching one of Erica’s breasts as my fingers dug into her hip. I let out a primal growl of pleasure as I pulled her hard against me, slamming my hips upwards and burying my cock deep inside her as I started pumping my load. I felt Erica’s pussy convulse and tighten around my shaft almost immediately as my orgasm triggered her own climax. She bit into my shoulder as she let out a wail of pleasure. Her nails raked at my arms, nearly drawing blood.

We sat there together on the couch as my cock pulsated and spat my seed deep inside of Erica’s convulsing tunnel. Her legs trembled, and her breathing came in heavy pants. Like she had run a marathon at a sprint.

“Fuck I love you,” Erica managed to gasp out after a minute or two passed.

I opened my mouth to reply, but she silenced me with a deep kiss. I was still hard as rebar and could easily go for another round, but I was conscious of where we were and that Corey could return at any minute. Plus, I still had work to do.

We finished up with Erica insisting on cleaning my cock, with her mouth–of course–and I was never one to refuse. She did a fantastic job, after all. My second climax was still way off, so I decided the clean was enough and basked in the feel of her tongue, lips, and mouth along my shaft, balls, and the areas all around my groin. Erica was thorough with her cleaning. Once we were dressed, we shared some more groping and kissing before straightening ourselves enough and heading back outside

“Thanks for lunch,” I said with a wink. “Perhaps we can do dessert too.”

“As much as I’d love that,” Erica said, planting a wet kiss on my lips. “You have a date with someone else tonight.”

“I don’t get to decide, do I?” I asked, grinning.

“Not even in the slightest, my love,” Erica smiled and patted me on the cheek. “You’ll just have to deal with the multiple women in your life deciding amongst themselves.”

“How-ever will I manage,” I chuckled, wrapping Erica in a hug. “I’ll see you at home then. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Erica said.

We shared one last peck on the lips before regretfully parting ways. Even that was a bit risky outside where anyone could see us, but we couldn’t live in fear our whole lives. I still watched Erica’s ass as she sauntered across the freshly cropped grass of the campus towards the visitor parking lot. A bell rang suddenly, and it was then I realised that Erica and I had spent an entire session of class together. Time really did fly when you were having fun.

I completely missed seeing Mel approach her sister–as my eyes were glued to Erica’s gloriously bouncy behind–but enjoyed the friendly embrace they shared. The two looked to be talking in hushed whispers with grins spreading across their luscious lips, and it wasn’t until they both looked my way–Erica with a playful wink and Mel waving with a waggle of her fingers–that I started to feel like this whole thing had been planned.

“Oh well,” I shrugged, talking to myself. “Doesn’t matter. Had sex.”

The rest of my afternoon passed by without incident, although I was expecting Corey to make a comment while we packed up in the maintenance office at the end of the day. He didn’t, though, and I wasn’t sure that was any better. Now I was forever going to worry if he suspected what was going on between my sisters and me.

“Hey, Corey,” I said, shouldering my backpack after changing. “Do you mind not mentioning my visit to anyone? I only just got this job, and I’m not sure what John would do or say.”

“What visit?” he asked with a straight face.

“Thanks,” I chuckled.

Corey gave me a nod then gathered his things before heading outside. He was gone by the time I followed him, already striding towards the staff parking lot around the rear of the building. He wasn’t really one for small talk, but I already liked him more than most people I had met since coming to Australia.

I had my first rehearsal with Craig’s band, The Sufferers, today. I had learned the songs that Craig had given me without too much trouble and had practiced a bunch with Emily in the garage. Emily had tried to convince Erica to jump in and give us a hand, but she refused, saying she would rather have her nipples pierced with toothpicks than playing any of their mediocre music. I thought it was a little harsh, but as usual, Erica was just being brutally honest.

Not only was the name; The Sufferers, not a great pick, the music was dull and repetitive. Sure, it was fast and had an element of brutality that I liked in my music, but each song lacked originality, even among the other pieces. Every good songwriter had a particular style, a flair to their work, and it showed through the scales and chords they utilized while writing. I already noticed it with Emily whenever she and I were rehearsing. It was just natural. But Craig seemed to have a firm grip on the songwriting–along with his brother–and it showed in the music. It wasn’t terrible, but neither was it anything to write home about. Regardless of how good or bad the music was, I was quite excited to rehearse with a band.

A honk from a car horn caught my attention, and I stopped as Amanda pulled up in her beat-up, mustard-coloured Honda Civic. The eldest of my four siblings shot me a beautiful smile from the driver’s seat.

“Ready to go?” Amanda asked.

“Yep, all done,” I nodded, rounding the car to climb in the passenger side.

“Are you excited?’ Amanda asked as she pulled out of the parking lot.

“Yeah. It should be a lot of fun,” I said. “Are you hanging around for rehearsal?”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“I was thinking about it. I hope you don’t mind,” Amanda replied.

“Not at all. Maybe you’ll take over and show us all how it’s done,” I chuckled.

Amanda smiled a soft, sad smile, and I immediately felt terrible for bringing it up. Emily had told me more than once that Amanda was an amazing musician, but she didn’t play anymore because it always reminded her of our father. He had taught her to play, and it had been an exceptional bond between father and daughter. Being the oldest, Amanda had spent far more time around our father than any of our sisters. The twins were relatively young still when he died, and Erica had attached herself to her mother at a young age. Amanda was definitely Daddy’s little girl, and it is evident that she hadn’t fully healed from her loss.

“I’m sorry,” I said, running a hand through my hair.

“It’s okay,” Amanda shook her head gently. “This is all still new to you.”