Sexy Erotic Lit
"Nice Twelve," an erotic story by Reen Guierre
It was 2 a.m. and she was sucking his cock. It must've been hard even before he woke up so he didn't know why she kept doing it. The deal was, he didn't have to come, just be hard long enough to have sex with her and give her orgasms, as many as she wanted in one day. So, he thought, she was getting a very early start. He wondered how many she was expecting, and for the first time since they'd made the bargain, some doubt began to creep into his mind. It was a Saturday, but they still had things to do. They couldn't just lay around in bed screwing all day. He took the pill before he went to sleep, just before eleven. It guaranteed him all the erections one woman could handle for twenty four hours. But that was meant for a normal woman, with Tess he wasn't so sure. This whole thing had been her idea. What was she thinking? What would happen if all the women in the world got as much sex as they wanted?
As she pulled a big draw off the end of his dick, he thought, "This just isn't working." He said, "Get on top of me Tess." She complied and she slid down easily over his rod and banged away at him with her weight on her knees. The feeling of being inside her warm, wet body suddenly melted all his fears and he became powerless before the appeal of her sexuality. Graham relaxed back onto the bed as she laid forward and stretched out her legs to take full advantage of his hairy pelvic area. The friction of his wiry hair and engorged cock had her coming in no time. He was tempted to continue, but had to admit he got a very satisfied feeling from hearing and feeling her orgasm which, he was convinced, felt much better than his own. Soon he was sleeping peacefully.
Tess was up around six o'clock, making coffee. The smell was drifting into the bedroom but he had to pee and didn't feel like getting up just yet. He remembered last night and wondered what would happen today. Then he cursed because he was getting an erection and he still hadn't gone to the toilet. "Why do I do things like this?" he thought, as he dragged himself out of bed.
"Graham, we need to run down to Poole for Nan's dishes today."
"What? That's well out of our way. Can't she wait?" He was more irritated than usual today at the thought of fulfilling all of their obligations in addition to his private ones. He was in the bathroom waiting for the anger in his penis to subside so he could have his morning pee when the lights went out. There was no window in the bathroom so he stood there in complete darkness, angry and overwhelmed, but at least finally able to pee. Unfortunately, he had some difficulty locating the toilet. Tess called, "Don't worry it's just a blackout, not our breakers." The lights came back on just in time for him to see what he had done to the bathroom floor. He tucked it in and stomped out to the kitchen. "Tess, what the hell are we going to do? There isn't enough time and I don't have enough energy to accomplish everything we're supposed to do today. I feel like I'm losing my sanity."
She approached him with a mug of their special dark, weekend coffee and said, "Graham, I've timed it out. We'll be fine. Put your trust in me, okay?"
With that she gave him the mug of hot coffee and put the palm of her heated hand on his belly, just above his waistband. She slid her hand lightly over the hair that lay flat and grew in a circle around his navel. She slipped a couple of fingers under the waistband and teased the hair which grew wilder, lower on his abdomen. She suddenly jerked his pajama pants down, upsetting his coffee.
"Let's just not visit any carpet stores today, okay Tess?"
He may have been acting like a grouch, but his hard-on was telling a different story.
She nudged him backwards and sat him in the kitchen bar stool. Then she climbed up on the foot rail and limboed herself over his curved member. With the head touching her slick spot, she moved around a little to find exactly the right place, and then let her weight drop onto his lap. He still held the coffee mug because he couldn't reach the counter top. Tess was grinding herself all over his lap and he was wondering if she would come in this position. He finally decided to drink down the hot coffee and toss the cup into the other room when she came out of her hump haze. She looked at him through her bedraggled hair with that distinctive expression on her face. She was ready and she rasped out an orgasm while looking him straight in the eye.
"Yes! I am so lucky," he thought. "I've got someone who can come like that and I don't even have to do anything." Then he realized he hadn't done anything. He'd sat there with his hard, crooked cock and he hadn't even moved. What did she need him for? She could just as easily have masturbated herself on something else. Probably just the chair, without him in it, would have worked just as well.
"Oh Christ, Tess why do you put up with me. I'm a terrible partner. I complain all the time, I'm Mr. Negativity, and we just had sex and I didn't even move."
"Really? Hadn't noticed."
"What! What didn't you notice?"
"Graham, if you don't like those things about yourself, just change them. It's as simple as that. I'll help, if you like."
She was right. Now that he admitted his shortcomings, he could ask her to help him live without them. "Yes, please Tess. Help me be a better character. Let's begin tomorrow."
They managed to clean up the coffee and other substances from the floor, had showers, and took off with a list of errands to accomplish.
First it was to Dean's, Tess' brother's house. The rain was falling on the windshield as it was wont to do this time of year, creating an ever-changing finger painting of the world outside. He began to wonder about the two of them. They'd been together for six years already and she still had no interest in marrying him. Maybe they weren't compatible--and as soon as he thought it, a terrible feeling welled up inside him. He wanted more than anything to be compatible with Tess. This weekend would surely be the test of that. Perhaps this was a test. Maybe she devised this as some kind of test that he must pass in order to prove something to her, though it sure seemed like just a silly lark at the time.
He glanced over at her and she was already looking in his direction with her lips parted and that glassy-eyed, slightly out-of-focus stare. His heart sank. "Oh my god, you can't be serious. We're driving out in the middle of the country. What am I supposed to do? We can't do it in the car, it's too small. Everything is wet outside." Thank god for that though, he could've been eaten by red ants. Graham sulked, but he wasn't going to concede defeat this early in the day. It was only their third time and only ten a.m. He pulled over where the road widened and they got out of the car.
"Let's go this way, under one of these trees." He led the way as they tramped through the soaking wet grass over to a tree with a large trunk, big enough to hide them from the road. He undid his pants and opened them slightly, looking around to see if anyone was near. He laid down under the large tree and tried to get hard, but all he could think about was what nonsense this all was, and how could she possibly be ready to come again. He looked up at her raising her skirt and caught sight of her pubic hair. It was messy and matted, like a little blond bird's nest. In that instant he wanted to fuck it and he knew she wanted it too. Once again he sprang to life and she enveloped him from above. Before too long she was clutching at his sweater and releasing her unmistakable cum noise into the damp air. There was no way Tess could ever fake an orgasm because she became really slippery inside the moment it was over. The sound of her pleasure, the feeling of her wetness, and being in a risky place piqued his arousal. Graham kept the rhythm going, until he caught sight of a large dog barreling toward them. "Tess! Fuck!" He rolled her off him and covered her body like a cage on his hands and knees to protect her. She saw the dog approaching, understood, and drew her legs up. The dog skidded to a halt when he reached them and began sniffing Graham's backside. He said, "this goddamn dog is sniffing my ass."
He stood and pulled up his trousers with an exaggerated shiver and tried to shoo the reluctant dog away.
"Looks like you've made a new friend," she said. "I can understand the attraction. Seriously Graham, you made a gallant effort at saving my life just now and you didn't stop to think, you just acted."
He smiled humbly. He did do that, didn't he? Not a thought for his own safety, he just protected Tess. She gave him a smile and a hug and he felt, despite the recent interruption, that the day was going rather well. They walked to the car in their damp clothes and turned on the heater to take the chill off for their continued journey to Dean's.
Graham hadn't always made the greatest effort to be friendly with Tess' family. He hadn't understood when he first met Dean that, in Tess' family's eyes, he was no better than a used car salesman and deserving of about as much respect. At that time, unfortunately, he considered his job as an ad executive very "cutting edge" and creative, but truth be told, all he really did was sell stuff. Graham made up his mind to apologize to Dean for not being the person they had envisioned for Tess.
They pulled up alongside the old, refurbished farmhouse and went to the door just as Dean appeared from around the side of the house. Tess went inside to use the bathroom and Graham stayed outside with her brother. There was a long silence and Graham finally said, "I just wanted you to know, Dean, that I know I'm not the academic you and your folks would have wanted for Tess, but I love her, and I'd do anything for her." Lord knows, he thought.
Dean raised his eyes from the ground and asked, "What were you two doing before you got here? You're both a mess."
"We went for a walk in a field and a dog almost attacked us."
"Actually, Graham saved my life," Tess said, coming back outside. "He saw the dog coming and he jumped over me to protect me from the vicious beast."
"Well, the dog turned out to be friendly."
"Indeed," said Tess.
Graham squirmed at the deception and because of remembering the dog's unwelcome greeting. He looked up to see if Dean was buying any of this and Tess' brother returned his gaze and winked at him! Of all things. Tess' brother showing him a kindness! It was a special day after all.
Dean invited them in for some kale and sausage soup and homemade bread, then said he would fetch Nan's dishes himself since he was going south anyway. They could cross that errand off their list and now had time to enjoy their lunch. Dean had already eaten so he departed and told them to lock up when they left. The soup was delicious. They sat huddled in the dim light of the rainy day, the steam rising up to their faces. Graham felt like he was welcome in the heart of her family for the very first time.
He said, "You know Tess, kale is a lot like spinach." He jumped up and struck an exaggerated muscle pose to impress her. She stood up and feigned a swoon, collapsing into his arms. Together they ran to the guest room, peeled off each other's clothes, and slid under the quilted covers, waiting for the bed to warm up. He was on top this time. He rolled his body up over her, effortlessly slipping his cock into her from above. He let it rest there to enjoy the sensation. Nothing had ever felt more right, being in this room and being inside Tess.
He began to fuck her, his serpentine movements involving his whole body. The stroke began in his feet, lifting his legs from hers. Then it graduated to his groin, where his slow, savoring movements made it seem like his cock was of mythical proportions. His chest lifted high with each thrust, further demonstrating his kale-infused, super-human abilities. He knew her well enough to know she would enter another level of lust just about now and want it harder. He ground his body into her cunt, over and over, just the way she liked it. She lifted and spread her knees in response to his penetrations, adjusting her position to get maximum fulfillment.
He looked down at her face to gauge how far she was from coming. The rapture he saw there sent portents of his own orgasm through his balls. He grabbed her wrists, one with each hand, and held her arms while he forced the weight of his midsection into her clit. She began her orgasm with her mouth closed and had to open it or something in her brain would have exploded. His orgasm began a fraction of a second later. Together they writhed against one another's sexual flesh, trying to get closer than physically possible. He was covered in sweat and winding down after the last spurt made its way out of his body and into hers. They had never come simultaneously before and they both wore a satisfied smile as a result.
A sense of well-being washed over him. He felt a newfound connection with women, and other people, and his feelings comprised something of a spiritual awakening. He'd experienced love-making sensations like never before. For the first time, he didn't feel as if he deserved sex and happiness, but that he had earned them. Like the hero in an epic journey, he had gone through a trial and been proven worthy of the reward, which in the end was simply feeling more human than he had before. And it was only noon.
Originally published March 2006 - "Straight Lines and Sexy Curves"