Four Erotic Tales by K. D. West

my cock until I felt like I was going to drill a hole in the back of her throat. An explosion began to build up in the space above my balls and suddenly I let loose, a monumental, heart-stopping orgasm. I arched my back like a wrestler, but she wouldn’t break her hold, as I pumped an enormous load down her throat. I screamed into her cunt, which made her begin to shiver and buck. She leaned back, pressing herself into my face, as I desperately sucked and licked her quivering clit. Within a minute, I was gratified to feel her cunt pulse against my tongue and to hear Rachel let loose a scream even louder (and less muffled) than mine. One thing I love about fucking an actress — there’s nothing quiet about them.
    With a last moan, she rolled off of me, turned around, and kissed me, hard. We sucked the taste of ourselves off each other’s lips.
    As we kissed, her hand found its way back down to my cock. “You’re still hard,” she said in surprise.
    I did my best impression of Peter Boyle in Young Frankenstein: “MMMMmmmmmm.”
    She laughed.
    I kissed her again and started to get off the bed. “Wait!” she whimpered. “Where do you think you’re going!”
    “To get a condom,” I said, good boy that I am.
    “I’m on the Pill,” she said, pulling me back to her. “Fuck me.”
    In those days before I was aware of AIDS, I didn’t have to be asked twice. I rolled on top of her and pressed myself in to that sweet, tight hole that I had been admiring at such close range just a few moments before.
    When I had fucked Cindy — back when she was letting me fuck her — she hadn’t wanted me to touch my body to hers. She’d ask me to take her in a sort of push-up position. It was almost as if she would have rather had a dildo, but I was the next-best thing at hand. Without even thinking about it, I lifted up on my arms so that my dick was the only part of me contacting Rachel, but she wasn’t having any of that. She pulled me against her, crushing her wonderful breasts against my chest.
    Again, we kissed hard. She wrapped her long legs straight out around my hips and locked her ankles above my back. I was still breathing deeply, but it wasn’t a relaxation exercise now, it was pure animal instinct. There was no sound for a good fifteen minutes except the slap of my hips against her squeezing thighs, the slurp of my piston working in and out of her wet pussy, and our feral grunts.
    After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, her back arched, I let loose another cannon shot, and I felt her cunt pulsing in another orgasm around my grateful dick. We howled in unison and collapsed.
    I’d managed to come simultaneously with Dana and my other partners a few times, though we’d always had to work at it. This had stunned me: simultaneous and spontaneous — perfect.
    I pushed up on my arms again, and this time Rachel let me. Her white skin was glistening with sweat, and her black eyes seemed like bottomless pools. She reached up and took a fat drop of sweat from the bridge of my nose and brought her finger to her mouth. We both smiled.
    She started to disengage from me, but I stopped her. “Shhh,” I said, touching my finger to those lascivious lips. Slowly, gently, I began to move inside her again.
    “Oh, my god,” she exclaimed, “you’re still hard!”
    It’s a talent I had discovered with Cindy and some of my handful of other previous sweeties, but had never really had the opportunity to explore. If I’m patient, I can maintain my erection through two or even three orgasms. I pushed into Rachel, feeling our combined juices slurping around my gradually reinflating cock.
    “Oh, my god. Nice cock,” said Rachel.
    “Nice company,” I replied, and leaned in to kiss the cooling sweat from her brow.
    As I continued to fuck her gently and my cock began to get harder, I worked my way down from her forehead to her lips to her long neck to her breasts, tasting the salt of our mingled exertion all the way