Free Four Erotic Tales by K. D. West Page A

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    “How’d you like to start right now?” I asked.
    She looked at me, flushed with desire. “I… I have to be at a job tomorrow morning….”
    I smiled. “I’ve already used that excuse.”
    She gave a high chuckle and a smirk, then stood and held her hand out, saying, “Come along, little boy.”
    “ Little ?” I too stood, a foot taller than she, and I took her hand. “Where?”
    “To get my kitty yarmulke.” My face must have communicated my confusion, because she laughed again. “My diaphragm.”
    “I’ve got condoms — “
    It astonished me that someone with a face as cute and as sweet as Veronica’s could take on an expression that was so downright nasty. “Ken, if we’re going to fuck anywhere near as much as I want to fuck you right now, I don’t want to spend all of our time swapping spent rubbers.”
    With that, she pulled me out off of the door and we walked toward her car, our hands straying all over each other.
    It was a warm spring night, and late. Another couple approached out of the gloom, as lost in each other as Veronica and I were. The four of us stopped, blinked, and then laughed in mutual recognition. The guy happily shook his head and gave us a thumbs-up as we continued past each other. I wasn’t the only one who was going to have his brains fucked out that night.
    We got to Veronica’s car, got her purse, and all but sprinted back to my place.
    She had her hand on my zipper before we were even through the door. I shook my head. My roommates both had girlfriends who sometimes spent the night, and I had no interest in being their post-coital entertainment.
    Pouting adorably, Veronica allowed me to push her toward my room. Halfway down the corridor, she arched her back like a cat in heat, and ground her ass hard against my crotch. I could sense rather than smell her building excitement. Unable to stop myself, I nibbled on the side of her neck, revealed by the chignon, and kneaded her breasts. She laughed, squeezed my balls through my pants, and danced into my room, smiling like the proverbial cat that’s swallowed the proverbial canary.
    As I charged through, she closed the door and then leaned against it for effect — I had a life-sized Marilyn Monroe poster there that she was upstaging gloriously — and pulled her hair out.
    The sight of that fine golden mane spilling out around her shoulders filled me with desire almost as strong as the smell and feel of her curving body had out in the hallway. Feral, I began to walk towards her to impale her right there against the door. I reached behind her and unzipped her dress — I would have ripped the thing off if it hadn’t opened so easily.
    I pulled the silken sheath down and it fell around her ankles. I began to pry my fingers under her panties, but she had better ideas. She gently pushed my chest back; off-balance as I was, I stumbled backwards and fell flat on my doublewide low futon.
    Smiling hungrily, she stalked across the room, her curvy, feline body offset by the tiny cotton bra and panties that she was wearing. She kneeled between my legs and ran her hand up the tented front of my jeans. When I groaned loudly, she grinned.
    She began to yank down my pants — always a good boy, and knowing when to take a cue, I lifted my hips to help her.
    When my cock sprang to rigid attention in front of her face, she gave a small “Ooo!” She ran her hand along the length of it, eliciting another groan from me. “Nice and thick. Mmm.” She circled first one testicle and then the other with her tongue, and then licked her way up the stiff length of my shaft.
    Now, I’ve said Veronica was small — she was just over five feet tall. And her mouth was absolutely tiny. As she kissed the purple head of my cock, we both realized that there was no way that she was going to be able to get that into her mouth. “Well,” she mused, kissing her way up my body, letting her nipples brush my thighs, “we’ll have to get this inside me