101 EROTICA STORIES (140 page)

Lee once again approached and peeped through the hole he made and saw Mack changing his underwear and Erica fixing herself in preparation for her work that night.

Feeling that he was almost in a close call, Lee felt the need to masturbate once more. He switched on his internet and immediately logged in a pornographic website and watched some hot and steamy sex scenes. While doing so, his hands were once again in his dick.

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Lee came to school a lot earlier because he had to catch up with the previous topic. He was too preoccupied looking at his partner’s breasts that he was not able to write anything the other meeting. So upon arriving and seeing the first friendly face, he borrowed some notes and jotted down for himself. Just as he finished copying, their culinary instructor came.

“Good day future chefs. Today, we will have an overview of what you will do tonight.”

Every student began to whisper with each other. Some were excited, while some were anxious.

Tonight? What the fuck… Learning how to cook in the morning is enough nuisances for my day’s stress, then add up a night schedule? So much for enjoying,
Lee thought.

“I can see that you have your mixed reactions there. But don’t worry. By tonight, I meant that you will cook in your respective homes. And the catch? You will work with your partners.”

Lee’s ears were delighted by this. He can’t wait to work with Jame that night. The drop-dead sexy porn star bodied Jame with him all night sent chills down his spine. Then he suddenly noticed that Jame was nowhere to be found.

What the fuck? She’s not here? Oh my goodness… Just as I thought I won the lottery. Who would I be working with then? Fuck. I wish that bitch would come.

“Class. I will distribute to each one of you this book entitled ‘Cooking Guide: An Introduction’. This material will teach you guys how to intuitively cook. It is fairly simple but the only drawback is that it requires a partner. You know, for someone to evaluate your respective progressions. Do I make my self clear then?”

Everyone affirmed except for Lee, who was distraught. He then asked:

“Sir, what if my partner’s not here today?”

“Well, that is a problem you have to solve amongst yourselves. Try contacting her.”

Lee, knowing that he has no number of Jame and further asking to the chef for solutions would be useless, just replied with a respectful nod.

The class then proceeded with its usual flow – lecture, demonstration, questions and application. Lee was forced to go with the class’ flow as he had no partner to share the labor with. By the time Lee was about to explode from anger and frustration, there was someone who opened the door.

It was Jame.

Lee almost jumped out of pure joy. He can’t believe that he was going to be with Jame that night. So with pure delight, he greeted Jame as the latter approached.

‘Hi Jame.”

“I’m sorry Lee. Traffic jam,” replied Jame in a guilty tone.

“Oh come on, it’s nothing,” Lee said with glee as he added, “By the way, sir gave an assignment. I know it does not sound too culinary school-ish, but we really have one. He gave each group a book and all we have to do is to follow it. It’s pretty instructional so it will be easy.”

“Alright then. You have a place?”

“I live with my childhood friend a couple of blocks here.”

“You live with someone? No. That would not do. I want to focus on this one so let’s work in my place. I live alone you know, so we could stay up all night.”

Lee’s dick started to slowly rise up.
She said all night, that’s gotta mean something,
he thought.

“Uhmmm… O-o-ok-okay then. So when do me meet?” He replied.

“Just go home and get something comfy to wear at your house. We meet here at 8pm.”

“Okay. It’s a date.”

Jame smiled and they proceeded with their cooking activity.

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Jame was late for half an hour after Lee arrived. The latter was too excited about that night that he took a bath very well, brushed his teeth longer, used his best clothes and sprayed perfume all over his body. In fact, he even came five minutes earlier at the rendezvous.

It was Lee’s first time seeing Jame not dressed in a chef’s uniform. That night, she wore a white sweater, her usual tight pants and a pair of good-looking boots.

“Hey Lee, sorry I’m late,” Jame said.

Lee noticed that she was kind of drunk. He immediately stopped observing Jame and replied, “No. It’s okay. I just arrived minutes before you came.”

“Okay then. That’s relief. Where’s the book?”

“It’s here with me Jame.”

“That’s good. Come, let’s start walking. I’m dying to start with the activity.”

When they arrived at the apartment, Jame seemed uneasy and asked Lee:

“You mind if I take a bath and get dressed? I came from the bar before meeting you so I don’t feel comfy with what I’m wearing.”

“Oh no. I don’t mind. Just take your time,” Lee replied.

“Thanks. Just make yourself at home. You can help yourself for some foods at the fridge.”

As Jame left Lee, the latter took the leisure to go over the place. He liked the apartment because it has the neo-contemporary look to it unlike the flat where he and Erica lives in, which was a battlefield scattered with unnecessary clutters. The dining chairs were metal works, there were crazy abstract paintings around, and the overall feeling of the house was just light and artistic at the same time. He visited each room and innocently examined each one of it. The rooms, so far, had the same theme with the apartment in general. As he exited the fourth room, he saw that he is yet to visit the corner room. It was quite hidden and did not have that “welcome” feel to it, so he became curious and decided to visit. Upon opening the door, he saw a room full of books.

It was a library.

He, being a book lover once in his life, went about the room and examined each book. For him, the book collection is the usual bullshit. Old and torn pocket books from sales, rare books, books that were bought only to be abandoned and not to be read, love stories, bandwagon titles, one-hit wonders, among others. Lee decided that he had nothing to do in the room. He closed the last shelf he opened and as he turned around; his foot touched something under the shelf and realized it was a hidden drawer.

Lee opened the drawer and saw every dirty magazine known to men. He could have opened one only to remember that the reader is a woman, so the subject would not quite spark his interest. He just leafed through the page of one magazine and to his shock once again, an old paper fell. He opened it and saw Jame’s writing.

“My First Sex Encounter”

I would always remember that fateful day when my chastity went away. I was only sixteen years old that time and the guy was twenty-two. Yes, I managed to get someone older because I always believed that my first sex should be with someone who knows what he is doing.  I was lucky not only with that fact, but also because I loved that man. We met in a store downtown and dated for eight months. The relationship went very well because I pretended to be eighteen and we adjusted to each other’s personality quite easily. However, there was this one problem I was facing, in fact until now, that I really needed to address. And it was not my age.

It was my nymphomaniac condition.

You read that right, I am a nymphomaniac. Meaning, I am a sex addict and all I think about is sex. I am literally horny for the most time in an entire day but there were times where my attention is diverted to some socially-acceptable activity. But after that, I would always return to sexual thoughts. It just seems to run after me. Even at school, the simplest stimuli relating to sex can get me horny for a long period of time. I can’t escape it so I really feel helpless.

Going back, I was a virgin when I met Jim, the older man I was referring to. My horniness was obviously present during our dating times so when the opportunity presented itself, I never hesitated and submitted my will to the call of flesh.

Seeing that it was somewhat difficult for Jame to express herself in writing, Lee skipped the boring “story-telling” lines and quickly went through the note. After a second, he began to see the interesting part.

My therapist told me to write my first experience so here it goes:

I was lying down on his bed, nervous, of what was in store for me. I always watched porn videos as a child and imagined how sex would be like. But the problem is that I never experienced any prelude to it. I was never kissed by anyone, fingered, touched my pussy, nothing. The first on my list would be that one so it was a cocktail of mixed emotions.

I saw Jim undressing just below my wiggling feet. He took his shirt and pants off, then his underwear thereafter. I clearly saw his dick illuminated by the light of his lamp and it was semi-erected. This sight increased my libido as my juice flowed involuntarily. He looked at my face and gave me a smile.

Jim approached and began to undress me. Slowly and one by one, my clothes flew off until nothing is left for me to hide my body. He began to stroke my breasts gently. It felt really good and stiffened up my nipples a little bit. As he noticed that it has already stiffed, Jim suckled my breasts. He started out by licking and sucking the nipples but as he advanced, he began to act wild by trying to swallow the entire thing. I, on the other hand, was growing impatient as I only wanted that dick of his inside me. The sucking went on for several minutes until the moment I was waiting for arrived. Jim mounted me, led my legs around him and placed my ankles to his neck. He was seated at the bed and his right hand held his dick, pointing it on the small hole of my then-innocent pussy. The first contact, I tell you, seemed to shock my entire senses in a positive way as I knew that anytime from there, I was gonna get torn.

Then as expected, he abruptly inserted his young gun inside me.

Up to this time, I can’t fully describe the feeling of him inserting his penis inside me. But at first instance, it was absolute pain. Just pain, nothing more. It was as if something was forced inside my pussy not intended to be placed in it and just caused it to tear. That was how painful the first insertion was.

I cried silently as he began to slake his lust inside my body. For a moment, I thought that what I entered into maybe was not a good idea. But as he went in and out of me, the pain slowly peaked until I felt none of it, then it was followed by sheer pleasure. I can literally feel every part of my insides touched by his very large dick. The stroking motion even made it more pleasurable as I did not know where to grab for something to hold on. My knees were jerking and legs pressing to make my vagina even tighter for him. I could see him enjoying as much as I do. But Jim, going and experiencing the pleasure before me, was nearing his orgasm. I can’t do anything about it as I felt him rush even faster.