Saturday, 1 August 2020

Pound Cocktail By Nick Armbrister

Pound Cocktail

By Nick Armbrister





This story is four chapters of erotic stories about different people doing eroticism during sex, taking place in different locations. Like two young female students getting to know each other in a nice city park, to a shy inexperienced woman on a desert island who meets a sailor who shows her some erotic arts. And a working class man who loves to seduce any woman in the back of his old Russian Lada car, he uses his skills to have his way. Lastly a lady soldier has a mysterious encounter with a martial arts expert on a secluded beach. A sparring contest leads to more than exotic fighting skills being shown off.
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“Please don’t hurt me!” stammered the scared girl.

“Who are you? Why were you spying on me?” asked Jan gruffly, visibly annoyed.

“I live here, this is my home. I’ve never seen you before and wanted to know who you are,” replied the girl, starting to cry.

“I need food and I’m hungry. That’s why I came ashore, I’ll soon be gone. It’s still rude to spy on me,” explained Jan. The girl sobbed violently.

“Please don’t hurt me; I’m sorry for spying on you. I’ve never seen a naked man before.”

“I won’t hurt you and stop crying, little girls do that. Looking at you, you’re not a little girl,” he commented bending down and putting his arm around her. She fell into his arms and cried against his chest, he felt her warm tears. He was responsible for them.

“Shh, don’t cry I didn’t mean to be bossy with you. For that I’m sorry. I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

“I thought you would do, do you promise not to?” stammered the girl, looking away from her new companion.




Lina scratched Jan’s back when she had her final orgasm, her fanny juices cascaded down his huge member like oil down a piston inside a powerful engine. His cum shot up her, she actually felt his spunk jet from his cock with an inner glow that she couldn’t describe. Her eyes remained shut, her mind were fully focused to each sensation and experience; this was something she’d never forget. She didn’t care that soon Jan planned to leave her small island and all that mattered was now but now was over. 


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