Belle Hart: She Wants It: An Erotic Story Bundle

He watches me as I moan and pant. He keeps rubbing.

“Oh fuck! Oh! Oh fuck!” I say as I writhe around. I’m about to explode. I feel pleasure rush up to me and burst inside my pussy. “UGGHH!” I groan loudly. Then I relax my body. I look into his eyes. He leans down to kiss me hard on the mouth. His tongue tangles with mine as he reaches down and spreads my legs.

Then he uses his hand to guide his cock into me. He moves slowly at first, and then a little faster, as he shoves his cock in. I whimper as I feel the sting of my hymen breaking.

“Sorry,” he says as he kisses my cheeks. “Ready?”

I nod. We can hear the sounds of a new couple fucking next door. It’s intensifying everything. He starts to thrust into me. Being filled with a cock feels so wonderful. How did I not know this? His dick thrusting in and out feels fucking awesome. I moan as he hits me in a deep spot. He picks up the pace of his thrusting.

I moan with each thrust. I can barely feel the sting of my hymen now. Mostly I feel exquisite pleasure. How can people keep from fucking all day long? He plays with my tits as he fucks me, squishes and massages them. That increases the pleasure too. He is thrusting into me pretty rapidly, grunting and groaning as he fucks.

We are both breathing hard as he frantically shoves his cock into me. I can’t believe I’m fucking someone finally. Damn.

“Oh, God…” he says as he fucks me hard. “Ohhhh…”

I can feel an orgasm raging up quickly in my cunt. “Oh fuck! Uhh!” I moan. It feels more intense than any orgasm I’ve ever had. “Uhh! Uhh! UGGGHHHH!” I grunt loudly as pleasure rips through me. My body shudders as it clenches in ecstasy.

“Ugghh!” he shouts as I watch his face cringe up and he shoots a load of cum into me. Then he relaxes his muscles and lies on top of me, breathing hard. God, that was amazing.

I am still breathing hard as I run my fingers down his back and say, “When can we do that again?”

He laughs into my shoulder. “Give me a few minutes,” he says.

“Okay,” I say, running my hands down to cup his bare ass. He rolls off of me, to the side, onto his back. I look at his cock. It is almost all the way hard again, and glistening with our cum.

“This your room?” I ask.

“Yes,” he says, smiling.

“You have a girlfriend?”

“No,” he says, looking mortified.

“Sorry,” I say. “Some guys cheat like it’s no big deal.”

“Please tell me you don’t have a boyfriend,” he says closing his eyes.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I say quickly.

He opens his eyes and rolls over on top of me again and starts kissing me passionately. He starts playing with my breasts again, massaging and making me moan. Then he quickly reaches down and spreads my pussy lips and slips his rock hard cock into me again. I grunt. He starts fucking me with abandon then, rapidly shoving himself in and out. He stares into my eyes in a haze of lust. I look back at him the same way. His hot cock slamming into my pussy hard is the best thing I’ve ever felt. I ache with pleasure.

We are both panting and groaning now. He is glistening with sweat as he fucks me hard. My tits are bouncing around. He has his arms on the bed beside me now so he can really thrust into me hard. I have my hands on his chest, running them over his muscles. Now I move them to his back and his ass. I shove him deeper into me by pulling his ass closer to me. He starts to fuck me faster.

“Oh, God, Olivia…” he moans.

“David…” I say breathlessly. I feel a shock of pleasure jolt through me as my body jerks and I grunt. He keeps fucking. I moan. I feel another wave surge up and I moan loudly as it crashes. It feels so good it almost hurts. I feel another huge wave start to build up. I whimper and thrash as he drives his cock into my pussy.

“Uh! Uh! Ugghhhh!” I groan loudly as the huge pleasure wave bursts inside me, drenching me with exquisite ecstasy. Tears leak out of my eyes.

“Ugghhhh!” David suddenly grunts loudly as I feel his cock jerk inside me and shoot hot cum into my pussy. “UGGHH!” he grunts as he shoots another load into me. Then he collapses on top of me. We are both breathing hard.

He rolls off of me. His dick is mostly limp now. He climbs off the bed.

“I should get you home,” he says.

I am a little disappointed, but I try not to show it. “Okay,” I say. I sit up and try to catch my breath. He starts putting his clothes on again. I do the same.

We dress in silence, shooting quick glances at each other. Once we are fully dressed again, he pulls me to him and kisses me for a good long minute. He pulls away and I smile. He smiles back. Then he takes me by the hand and goes to the door. He peeks out into the hall. The party is still going on.

“No Marcus,” he says. Then he opens the door for me and we step into the hall. He closes it, hanging a sock on the doorknob. I give him a questioning look.

“I don’t want to come home and find people fucking in my bed when I get back,” he says and shrugs. I laugh.

He leads me through the party. People are being loud and drunk and having fun, music blaring. We see Marcus making out with a blond girl in the living room as we leave.

David drops my hand as soon as we are outside and puts his hands in his pockets. It’s a slightly chilly October evening.

“Where to?” he asks.

“Mariah Hall,” I say. “Room 303… in case you wondered…”

We walk in silence the rest of the way. He stares at the ground or at the beautifully manicured campus, anywhere but at me.

We reach the front door of Mariah Hall and he stops. He turns toward me. It’s awkward.

“Nice meeting you?” I say.

He laughs and pulls me to him and kisses me. He pulls away after a minute or so.

“I would like to see you again,” he says, looking into my eyes.

“Okay,” I say happily.

“Room 303,” he says, “I’ll call you.”

“Okay,” I say again.

He leans in to give me a peck on the lips.

“’Night,” he says.

“’Night,” I say. He smiles and turns and saunters off, hands in his pockets. I go inside and walk down a short hallway. Then I turn a corner. I know he can’t see me anymore, so I start to run down the long hall, totally giddy, trying not to say, “Weeee!” as I run. This night was so fucking awesome!

I turned 18 today. It was nice. I had a few friends over. My mom and my step dad were there too. We had pizza, we had cake, I sneaked a sip of my step dad’s beer when he wasn’t looking, making my girlfriends laugh.

My mother joked to my step dad, “Steve, you should put Leah over your knee and give her 18 spankings.”

He didn’t laugh. He just said, “Very funny,” and went back to cutting the cake into perfectly equal pieces. He’s very proper. He’s good-looking, though. He’s in his 40s, tan, in great shape from playing sports on weekends, has reddish blond hair. He always dresses neatly. He seems uptight to me. But I find that kind of sexy. Which is probably wrong.

I know he finds me sexy too. I’ve seen him check me out. I’m not bad looking. I think I’m pretty. I have long dark hair and small curves. I’m a little short, but nicely proportioned. Sometimes I purposely wear things that are skin-tight, just to see him squirm and pretend not to notice. My mother seems completely oblivious to the sexual tension between me and Steve.

Of course, I am obsessed with sex, maybe I’m just blowing this out of proportion. Then again my mother is sort of a free spirit. Maybe she wouldn’t even care if Steve and I were attracted to each other. Weird.

My friends went home around 10 pm. It’s a school night, so no slumber party. I just took a shower before bed and fantasized about Steve giving me that birthday spanking. That really turned me on. I masturbated quietly while the hot water ran down my back. But I still can’t stop thinking about him.