Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

I let Erica’s leg drop from over my shoulder and wrapped my arm around Erica’s waist as I stood up, lifting her onto my shoulder with ease. Erica let out a playful squeal as I carried her to the bedroom, smacking her on the ass hard before dumping her unceremoniously onto my bed.

I didn’t say a word as I grabbed her by the ankles, flipping her onto her stomach. Erica let me take the lead and pushed up onto her knees, wiggling her perfect ass at me while giving me a sensual, primal look over her shoulder. She wanted what I wanted.

I gave each of her juicy cheeks a hard slap before aiming my flagpole of a dick-still slick with her saliva-at her drenched entrance and slid in with one effortless thrust. I sheathed myself completely inside of Erica’s pussy, growling in pleasure at her warmth and the way she hugged and squeezed at my cock. Then I started thrusting like an animal in heat.

The night was unusually warm, added with the heat from our bodies and the intensity of our rutting, caused the room to swelter in no time. Sweat ran down my chest as I ploughed into Erica’s now well-fucked cunt without reprieve. Erica’s hair was matted with sweat as she clung to the bedsheets like her life depended on it, almost non-stop moaning and growling with pleasure as I bottomed out inside of her with each hard, savage thrust.

I felt my first climax building up suddenly and instinctively slowed my pace to prolong the pleasure, but something in my brain clicked, and I started hammering into Erica like a beast. My orgasm hit hard, and I hilted myself deep inside of her as I filled her to overflowing, then I kept fucking her. My cock was still hard as nails as I continued to plunge deep inside of Erica. My seed was seeping out from Erica’s vagina, running down her thighs to mix with her own juices as she almost constantly rode high on an orgasm that seemed to finish as another started. My body felt invigorated and powerful like I had endless stamina. My erection never wavered.

I had no idea how long I’d been ploughing into Erica from behind, and I didn’t care. Finally, I pulled my harder-than-steel dick from Erica-gave her pussy a smack-then grabbed her legs and flipped her onto her back. The look on Erica’s gorgeous face was pure bliss as she grinned like an idiot up at me. Her body was now soaked in sweat, just as mine was, but I wasn’t done with her yet.

I slid between her legs quickly and slammed home once more. Erica accepted me willingly, spurning me on with curses, moans, growls, and words to encourage me to use her like a cheap whore.

Another orgasm came on me quickly, and I filled her with another massive load as I continued to pump my cock deep inside her. My erection stayed strong, so I kept working my hips as I clutched her body tight against mine. Our naked flesh slapped together audibly, and I could feel Erica’s slick skin slide against my own as we locked ourselves together in what had to have been the most frantic and savage sex of my entire life.

“I love you,” Erica managed to get out between gasps of pleasure.

I wiped away the tangle of hair from her face and marvelled at how utterly beautiful she was. Her makeup was ruined, and her face was sweaty with strands of hair clinging to her skin, a complete contrast to the usually perfectly styled and manicured visage Erica showed daily.

“I love you too,” I said, kissing her deeply as my final orgasm reared its head, and I filled Erica to the brim for what must have been the fifth time tonight.

The room was eerily quiet a few moments later as we lay together on my ruined bedsheets. Erica’s legs twitched and trembled as she lay against my side. The scent of the room was overpowering with sex and sweat, but neither of us seemed to mind.

“Promise me one thing,” Erica said after a few minutes of silence.

“What’s that?

“That we don’t do that every night,” Erica giggled, kissing my chest. “I don’t think I could survive that every night.”

“Deal,” I chuckled. “How about tomorrow night? I make love to you instead.”

“Or in the morning,” Erica said, kissing me softly on the lips.

“Whatever you want.”

“You’re doing a great job, Nick.”

John’s cart pulled up beside me, and the lean, balding man stepped out with a soft groan that was typical among middle-aged men. I tied off the last bag I had emptied from the trash cans and deposited it into the long tray of my own cart. The carts that the University had on site were nothing more than modified golf carts with the rear seats removed and a large tray installed for hauling rubbish and carrying tools. Mine was currently loaded up with half a dozen black trash bags from my rounds.

“Thanks, John,” I said, wiping my hands clean on my grey coveralls. “It feels good to be useful again.”

“You’re more than useful,” John chuckled. “You do the work of three men most days. The others are grumbling about looking bad in comparison.”

“I hope I haven’t caused any problems,” I sighed.

“No. Not at all,” John shook his head. “They can grumble all they want. I’ve gone easy on them for far too long.”

This wasn’t the first time I had encountered men like those. On my first day, John had introduced me to my fellow groundskeepers earlier this week. Mark, Justin, and Corey. The trio were all hanging out by the maintenance office smoking when John and I dropped by. They seemed rather dismissive of their supervisor and even more of me. Well, Mark was anyway. Mark’s curly red afro and pale skin made him look like a clown, which wasn’t helped when he laughed obnoxiously at his own jokes. He definitely led the conversations among the three of them. Justin was almost as bad, feeding off his friend in-between staring at any and all of the pretty students who walked by. His beady eyes constantly showed how high he was at any given time. That hadn’t changed for even an hour all week.

Corey was the odd one out of the three. He was taller than his friends–even tall than me–with a shaved head and an impressive goatee. He was easily an axe-handle wide at the chest, with knuckles that looked like they were made for busting stone. He looked intimidating with a nose that had been poorly set after breaking and the tattoos running down both arms and poking out from under his shirt collar. At first glance, I would have picked him for the so-called alpha, but he was far more reserved. He was also the only one of the three that showed any respect to John, and I had noticed him working twice as hard as Mark and Justin–although that really wasn’t hard.

“Corey does a good job,” I said, pulling my phone out to check my messages.

“He does,” John nodded. “But he has a temper problem and spends far too much time on personal phone calls.”

“I’m sure he has his reason,” I shrugged, opening a message from Erica.

The message showed no text, only a kissy-face emoji and some black love hearts I nearly missed. An image of Erica loaded, and I had to do a quick check over my shoulders to make sure no one was standing behind me. Erica was naked in the image, sprawled out on my bed with her legs spread and her free hand resting on her smooth pubis. Her eyes bore into mine as she looked directly into the camera, and I could almost hear her voice telling me to fuck her like I owned her.

Erica had spent three of the last five sleeping in my bed. Each night we had unforgettable sex that blew away everything I had ever done in the past and put ridiculous expectations on potential future encounters. Well… encounters that weren’t any of my sisters. Emily had slept in my bed for the other two nights–I never knew who was going to join me–and while we still hadn’t taken the final plunge, we shared some truly memorable moments together.

Remembering the nights spent with my goofy sister as we explored one another while being visually stimulated by the very erotic photo of Erica had the desired effect on my body.

“I better get these to the dumpsters,” I said to John, pointing a thumb over my shoulder at the pile of black trash bags.

“Of course,” John laughed softly. “I do tend to prattle on a bit.”

“Always happy for a chat. I just want to clear this out before the smell starts to drift,” I chuckled.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“Understandable,” John nodded. “I’m off early to go pick up my daughters, and we’re heading out to my father’s farm for the weekend.”