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  26 Erotic Sex Stories

  Ethan Taylor,Layla Mills and Hanna Love

  Copyright 2012 by Ethan Taylor,Layla Mills and Hanna Love

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and events are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously.

  Table of Contents

  Addicted To Cum by Ethan Taylor

  Cowboy on Heat by Ethan Taylor

  Finally Free In The Caribbean by Ethan Taylor

  My First Time Lesbian Sex by Ethan Taylor

  Mystery Woman by Ethan Taylor

  Sexual Symbiosis by Ethan Taylor

  The Gift That Keeps On Giving by Ethan Taylor

  The Startup GangBang by Ethan Taylor

  The Trade Off by Ethan Taylor

  To Rise From The Ashes by Ethan Taylor

  Fucked by my Friend’s Partner by Hanna Love

  Keeping the Wolf from the Door by Hanna Love

  My Big, Beautiful, Busty Woman by Hanna Love

  Summer of Love by Hanna Love

  Trial and Punishment by Hanna Love .

  Fishnet Fuckers by Hanna Love

  Threesome in the Mountains by Layla Mills

  Strip Football by Layla Mills

  Intimate Personal Training by Layla Mills

  Educating the Younger Man by Layla Mills

  Couples Night Out by Layla Mills

  Confessions of a Babysitter by Layla Mills

  All My Fantasies in One Night by Layla Mills

  Affair with an old Flame by Layla Mills

  A Crush in Bondage by Layla Mills

  A Sexual Break from Homework by Layla Mills

  Addicted To Cum by Ethan Taylor

  Within ten minutes of their first meeting, Jan was making love to his cock as if she worshipped it. She had slowly freed his swollen penis from the confines of his trousers with a fascinated gaze on her face, and she had slowly lowered her parted lips to his tender flesh. Jeff watched, transfixed, as she covered every inch of his straining flesh, and then engulfed the helmet shaped glans. She said nothing to him, but she uttered a constant stream of words that pushed his excitement to the limits from the very beginning. She told his cock how beautiful it was, and how much she enjoyed taking it into her mouth. She told it how smooth and hard it was, and how desperately she wanted it to erupt in her mouth…she told it how much she adored the taste of cum, and how much she wanted it to cum in her mouth.

  Jan slipped her hands beneath the cheeks of his ass and raised it up, and she tantalized and teased his perineum and the tight puckered ring of his ass. Penetrating even that with her pointed tongue as she delicately rubbed his glans against her rigid nipple, Jan encouraged Jeff to cum in her mouth. Her insistence paid off, and Jeff began to pour his cum into her greedy mouth. He tried to warn her he was cumming, but Jan already knew and she would not be denied. The old familiar surge was rising in her pussy as she felt the swollen cock in her mouth begin to jump. With a moan that sounded more like a muffled scream, her body convulsed in orgasm as the first of the hot semen touched her tongue. To say that Jan was multiorgasmic would have been an understatement…she was still convulsing at intervals as she sucked the last of his cum from his cock.

  Jan Reynolds had no memories of her personal life earlier than her eighteenth birthday…the day a florists van had T-boned her little Camaro convertible and left her in a coma for two months. When she came to she knew who she was, she had forgotten none of what she had been taught in school…but she had no memories of home, a family, or friends. Her insurance company had supplied information to the hospital that she was an orphan and a modestly well off orphan at that, revealing that she had two trust funds held by a local bank. The trustee had been able to shed little more information than that her parents had been killed in a commercial plane crash and that her great aunt had cared for her until the old woman died the year before. Jan had filed for emancipation after that and lived off the proceeds of her trust fund, and then after her graduation, she had worked in various places as a temp.

  Jan was informed of all this by the psychiatrist who had been assigned to her case…she was young and healthy and apparently had no regular doctor. When she had first awakened she realized that her tawny reddish blonde hair had been completely shorn (it had grown back to about a two inch long shaggy mess by the time she had come out of the coma), partly to treat some large but shallow lacerations, and partly to facilitate the myriad of X-rays, MRIs, and other imaging techniques used in attempting to find any evidence of brain damage. They had found nothing out of the way and were stumped by her selective amnesia.

  She had found herself listening to the Psychiatrist absently while she was staring hard at the crotch of his trousers. Jan was an extraordinarily beautiful young woman, with a slender but elegant body, her breasts slightly oversized for her slim frame. She had the hard , washboard belly of a dedicated swimmer and slim muscular thighs, with small, delicate feet. Her hazel eyes changed color depending on her mood. There had been no one to bring her clothes from her apartment, not even a friend, and she wore no underwear beneath her hospital gown.

  The Psychiatrist tried hard to be professional, but Jan noticed that the lump at his crotch got larger when she exposed more of her legs or twisted in such a way as to expose a little more of her breasts. His continued reaction made her horny, but not in any way she expected. She began to salivate, and her lips quivered, her tongue licking nervously at the corners of her lips. When she wasn’t talking, her full pouty lips were staying half open, as if she were about to eat something.

  As soon as the shrink left the room, she put her thumb in her mouth and she felt a mini orgasm run through her slender frame. Jan began to stare at the crotch of every male who came in or past her room, and her entire body resonated with what she fully recognized as desire. Her pussy was damp, but rubbing it only relieved her for a short while. Jan became very frustrated and difficult to deal with during the next few days of her stay in the hospital. A friendly candy-striper left her a romance novel to read, and Jan read it out of sheer boredom. She was ready to leave the hospital, but the doctors kept telling her, “a few more days.”

  At first she read the novel out of boredom, but she started to identify with the heroine and she read late into the night. She reached a certain paragraph that set her heart racing…the young heroine had broken through her own defenses and grabbed the erect penis of her soon to be lover and was gasping in awe at its sized and beauty…and the page ended. Jan knew what was coming next, and she felt her heart jump and the saliva began to flow in her mouth as she flipped the page. The book was not very descriptive, it was, after all, just another bodice ripper.

  Jan didn’t need the description. The book faded away from the scene discretely as the young heroine’s head descended closer. Jan’s imagination kicked in and the next part of the scene, the part not described by the book, was as real to her as if it were taking place on her own bed. The heroine’s lips parted softly, and she could see her breath moving the tight curls of his pubic hair as the gorgeous helmet shape of his glans approached her lips. Jan could feel the smooth texture of the skin and she could feel its heat and rigidity on her lips as she opened wider to allow the fat glans into her mouth. She immediately began to suck, laving the soft skin at the bottom of the glans with the flat part of her tongue, and then narrowing her tongue to a point and trying to insert it into the slit on top.

  Jan’s hips began to writhe and quiver as
she imagined taking more and more of the fleshy rod into her mouth, and her throat muscles worked caress the imaginary flesh. With the first burst of hot semen in her mouth, Jan crested once, twice, and then a third time. One fist clenched the crisp white sheets or her hospital bed and the other was squeezing one of her nipples hard enough to leave a bruise.

  A very nervous orderly stepped into the room as she finished her orgasm and at first she was extremely embarrassed. “Are you OK?” he asked, “Do you need for me to call the nurse or something?” Jan was aware that her hospital gown was awry, and that the orderly could see between her spread thighs at her now exposed pussy, and she had pulled the top of the gown down far enough to see at least part of the breast her hand was on. Instead of reaching for the sheets, Jan found herself stretching, and parting her thighs so that he could see better. She asked him to bring her a glass of water, and he said he’d have to check at the nurse’s station to see if she could have it. Jan could tell she had provoked the desired response in him, there was clearly an erect cock in the pants of the scrubs he wore.

  Jan looked up at the clock on her wall and saw that it was three a.m. and she heard laughter down the hall at the nurse’s station. The orderly soon returned, and nervously held out the small Styrofoam cup to her. He was kind of nerdy looking and not particularly handsome, but a glance at his crotch was enough to tell her that this young man had something she wanted. “Are the nurses eating?” she whispered. He gulped and nodded yes. “Do you want to see me naked? I saw you staring at my pussy earlier.

  He was sweating now. She read his name tag. “Todd,” she said, pull the curtain around my bed so there isn’t so much light coming in…it’s hard to sleep.” When he did as she asked and turned to give her the water, her gown was up around her neck and her legs were spread wide. “Do you want to touch me Todd?”

  “Oh jeez I’m going to get fired,” he said.

  “No you’re not Todd,” Jan whispered. “You just do one little thing for me and everything will be alright…and you can touch me anywhere you like.”

  He stood nervously, closer to the bed. Jan was apparently experienced enough to recognize the lust in his eyes. Jan’s nipples were both rigid as she freed his cock from the scrubs and held it in both hands. “Come closer,” Jan whispered hoarsely.

  It took Todd all of three minutes of teasing before he could no longer contain himself and Jan greedily swallowed his seed. She must have cum a dozen times before she released him, but he was young and he was still hard. His hands were squeezing her nipples and she was still feeling tingly, but she was tingly all over now. His left hand wandered lower and she felt his fingers in the sparse hair on her pubis, and she realized that she must normally shave there and wondered what that said about her. His hand felt good on her, but he seemed reluctant to let his fingers go any further. “It’s OK,” she whispered, “You can touch my pussy, I don’t mind.”

  Todd turned beet red and started to lift his scrub pants up when Jan realized what his problem was. “You’re a virgin!” she said. His flush turned darker and she knew she was right. It took her a few minutes of cajoling and encouragement to get him to climb on top of her on the bed and place his penis between her legs. Jan held him tenderly as he spurted deep within her, and she stroked, encouraged and praised him as he fucked her thoroughly a third time. She looked at the clock and realized her virgin had cum four times in forty five minutes…she was amazed at his powers of regeneration.

  She thanked him and she kissed him before she let him out from between her surprisingly powerful thighs, but she was very reflective after he left her alone. The fucking was fun, and, well, kind of exciting…but what made her cum was the splash of hot cum in her mouth. Was she some kind of weirdo?

  Jan was released a couple of days later, and she found her apartment by looking on her insurance papers. A lady she didn’t recognize came out to greet her when she arrived at her apartment by cab and introduced herself. “I feel silly introducing myself after your having lived here for eight months,” Mrs. Hawkins said, “but your trust fund manager Mr. Davis called and explained what had happened. Now, if you need anything you just call me…I see they haven’t brought your replacement car yet, you’d better callMr. Davis and talk to him. He’s been making sure that all your bills have been paid on time, you know.” Mrs. Hawkins walked away, still babbling, leaving Jan at the entrance to her small apartment.

  Jan noticed that the apartment was comfortably and well furnished, and very neat. There was a stack of mail on the kitchen counter and the cabinet shelves were all fully stocked. When she opened the refrigerator she found it had been stocked that very morning. There was a note on the refrigerator door. “Give me a call at the office, I’m sorry I couldn’t get loose to bring you home this morning. They tell me your memory has not come back, so it is imperative that we talk as soon as possible…in my office. You’ll understand why I must put you out by making you come all the way down here after our talk. I did not order your car replaced because I didn’t know whether you wanted the same kind or not. When you’re ready, go to any dealership you choose and simply have them call the office…we’ll take care of tags and insurance from here, all you have to do is drive it away.” The note was signed “Walt.”

  Jan took a long soak in her bathtub, exploring the “girly” things that lined the shelves in her bathroom and selecting the honeysuckle scented oil to put in the hot water. She washed her head gently and decided she’d have to have her hair styled in a super short bob because it wasn’t long enough yet for anything else.

  She was intrigued at the selection of dresses and other outfits in her closet and drawers, noticing that nearly everything she owned either zipped, buttoned, or tied down its front. Even the light sundresses were either halters or wraps. Her underwear was a slight shock too, everything she had seemed to be from Victoria’s Secret. The shock largely went away as she dressed, everything seemed comfortable and natural to her.

  She wandered around her apartment, trying to get a sense of who or what she was, but there was nothing that gave her any clues to her past. Finding nothing, she decided that since it was early in the day, she would go to the mall to find a walk in styling salon for her haircut, eat a light lunch, and go select her car. When she opened her purse to make sure she had enough cash for the stylist, she found a considerable amount of cash and a large assortment of credit cards. She also found buried treasure. It was a picture of her, her hair hanging in a fluffy cloud around her shoulders and sitting in a dark crimson sports car with white seats. It was a Camaro convertible and she knew instantly that she loved it. A quick trip to her computer verified that all her credit cards had sizeable limits and no balances, and that her bank account had a very healthy balance indeed.

  The hair stylist she used was an attractive young man, and her mouth began to water as he leaned against her, brushing his limp appendage against her until she realized that he wasn’t reacting to her at all…when she realized that he was probably gay. It was confirmed a few minutes later when he greeted his lover, a startlingly beautiful young man. The stylist caught her eying his boyfriend and smiled at her. “Sorry missy,” he giggled, “my boy only swings one way!” Jan made a fake pouty face and then grinned.

  Her lunch was better than the hospital food, but the proximity of so many penises distracted her, and she had a hard time eating. By the time she reached the dealership, she was barely able to contain her lust. The salesman who asked her into his office to call the bank got a huge surprise when she pushed him inside and kicked the door closed. His look of surprise and his initial objection disappeared when her sundress hit the floor and her lacy Victoria’s Secret bra followed immediately behind it. Jan pushed him back into his chair and knelt between his legs.

  A look of simple adoration swept across his features as she sucked his member into her hot mouth. He was in his mid-fifties, was balding, and had the start of a beer belly. His wife hadn’t given him oral sex in years and he had long since give
n up on any fantasy even remotely resembling this. Al Jamison would remember this moment with fondness and disbelief for the rest of his life. His cock perked right up as if he was eighteen again, but try as he might, he only lasted four or five minutes before he exploded into Jan’s mouth. Jan felt his hands pulling her head towards him and she happily took as much of him into her throat as she could as she came with each jet that struck the back of her throat. When it was over, she was a little embarrassed, but she climbed into his lap like a little girl telling Santa what she wanted for Christmas as she explained what she needed. Jan wiggled on his lap and let him play with her nipples as he called the Service Department.

  “I have one on the lot and I can have it ready for you in forty five minutes,” he said. He wanted to say they had time for one more round, but he knew he was unable to do her any good that soon. Jan understood (or thought she did) and she was very empathetic with the older man. She sat and let him fondle and caress her as they waited…he was really a nice man.

  She made them put the top down, and then she dialed up the coordinates for Walt’s office, having plugged the address into the system. The GPS told her the drive would be about thirty five minutes and she called his office to let the secretary know she was coming. Jan spent the time enjoying the drive and wondering what in the hell had possessed her at the dealership. Was this normal for her? Did she need to talk to a different Psychiatrist? She worried about it…whatever she was, she wasn’t normal.

  Walt’s office building looked more like the restored antebellum home that it was than like the office building of the county’s oldest and largest bank. The sign out front was discreet, but it indicated the bank had been in business for over one hundred years. When Jan went inside, a well-dressed secretary escorted her to a mahogany paneled office that reflected enormous wealth and impeccable taste. The desk of polished mahogany was huge and ancient, and it was lovingly polished to a gleaming shine. There was an old gleaming carved sideboard along one wall that appeared to be made of ebony, and there was a Lalique crystal tray, decanter, and tumbler set atop a large lace doily. Beside the drink tray was a silver coffee service that appeared to be incredibly old and highly polished.