Pleasure Island
Copyright© 2022 by MariannaLove
Chapter 15
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 15 - Chelsea Miller is a 25-year-old Makeup Artist. She cohabitates with her boyfriend Aston whom she hopes to marry one day. However, Ashton does not have plans to be tied down to any one woman. He feels variety is the spice of life and lives to his motto. One day, Chelsea arrives home early from work she gets to witness her boyfriend of five years sexing two women in their bed. She threatens to leave. Find out what happens when Chelsea heads to Pleasure Island and goes buck wild.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Cheating Sharing Group Sex Orgy Swinging Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Hispanic Male Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Oral Sex Squirting Big Breasts
Elise ... Getting What I Want
The night I spent fucking both Mick and Ashton, was everything. I was no stranger to fucking multiple men at once. Well, I had only done it one time before in high school. But at that time, I was awkward. I wore braces, had bad acne, and was slightly overweight.
I had the biggest crush on this one guy. I wanted him badly. He hung out with four other guys. They were all on the basketball team and ran track, so they were all fine but he was the finest. One night, I was at a party. He was there with his friends.
There was a pretty girl that I hung with that most of them were after. That night after most of the people left, five guys stayed behind. My friend was outside talking on the phone. We were inside laughing and joking. One of them said I bet you won’t fuck all five of us.
I saw that the guy I liked smiled at the possibility of splitting my center with his long rod. I eagerly accepted the challenge. I would have done anything to be close to him. And I did. One by one they took turns pushing their dicks into my tight virgin pussy as I bent over the sofa.
My friend walked in and said, “Elise what the hell?”
“I’m having fun,” I replied. He was deep in my center with his balls slapping my ass. Since then, I have never forgotten our first time.
As I laid next to Mick thinking about my past with those five young men and the night before, I wanted it again. I needed it again. I eased on top of Mick. His dick slowly grew in my hand. As soon as it was strong enough to enter me, I sat on it and took him for a ride.
Up and down his thick monstrous dick I rode. He held onto my breasts, I put my finger in his mouth and imagined him. The man I wanted. Even though Mick was handsome and fine, he was just a means to an end. He was the path to what I wanted.
Up and down, I rode that big bad boy until I creamed all over his girthy shaft. My eyes rolled. He had some good dick and it left me pulsating and trembling. Yet I still craved another. As soon as he filled my center with his creamy substance, I looked down at him, “Can we go get breakfast?’
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