Nyte, by Michael
Crash
© 2012 Human Color Press
Erotica, 6735 words
Published in The
United States of America by: Human Color
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Curious about the sex that comes after the sample ends? Well, it contains the following…
Jennifer spread her sister’s willing ass-cheeks widely, and spit. A long lingering dollop of crystal clear eighteen-year-old girl spit descended slowly, and moistened Sarah’s willing asshole. “Here,” said Jennifer, more turned on than ever by the unrivalled naughtiness of the act she was assisting in. She was not as brave as Sarah, but was tantalized by the thought of what was about to happen. As Benjamin looked on, Jennifer grabbed the shaft of his stone-hard cock and gently worked it into her sister’s asshole.
“Ooooh,” moaned Sarah, her head down on the desk. “Oooh yes. This is how I want you to cum.”
Have the twin teen Nyte sisters found a real man at last—one who can finally make them do to each other what they’ve never dared? Buy the whole book to find out!
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“Nyte”
Sarah and Jennifer Nyte were twin sisters, eighteen years old and seniors at St. Madeleine’s Catholic School for Girls. They sat together on the plastic seat of the hot, crowded school bus full of young girls as it made its way to the Ancient History Museum.
Both Sarah and Jennifer were at the flowering peaks of their sexuality. Though they were twin sisters, they each had a distinctive look. Sarah had curvy hips on top of skinny thighs and a shock of short red hair she kept insolently spiked with gel that she was always fantasizing about a man gripping her by. Jennifer was tall and leggy with high cheekbones and long black hair that fell down her back almost to her waist. The only thing that both girls had in common was their amazing tits. Perfectly circular C-cups that bounced ever so slightly when they walked. In fact, their breasts were so flawlessly formed that people who didn’t know better thought they were fake. Their nipples were small and pink and delicate. Both girls had milky white skin, and were pale all over their bodies.
Sarah and Jennifer were just beginning to notice the effect that they had on men. As their hot mother dropped them off at school every morning in their tight white blouses—nearly fit to bursting—and the little green plaid skirts the school made them wear, Sarah and Jennifer never failed to glimpse the looks that the sweaty young groundskeeper gave them. Sometimes it made their nipples grow erect and they began to have warm feelings in their pussies. Maybe it was because they were twin sisters, but each seemed to know how the other felt. Their bodies were ready for something, even if they didn’t know exactly what it was yet.
St. Madeleine’s was an all-girls school, and it was the kind of place that mothers sent their daughters to keep them away from boys and out of trouble. Many of the girls at St. Madeleine’s were sent there because their parents thought they were becoming too interested in sex. The parents knew all too well that these girls were like sexual dynamite waiting to go off.
Both Jennifer and Sarah were creative, and they hated the uniformity imposed by the Catholic School outfits from which their bodies were every moment threatening to explode. To express their sexuality in ways the nuns at school would never know about, Sarah and Jennifer each had a large collection of sexy lingerie, ordered secretly to trusted friends’ addresses from websites intended for grown-up ladies. They always wore daring frilly bras and lacy thong panties under their uniforms. Just knowing that the naughty underthings were there beneath their clothes made them feel rebelliously turned-on every day during school.
Although they had begun exploring their sexuality with other girls at school the very minute they turned eighteen, both were virgins. They had never been penetrated, at least not by any part of a man’s body. They were excited by the idea of being with a man, but also more than a little scared. Each of them had confided in the other that they hungered for a man and to feel a hard cock inside them. Yet each girl felt apprehension and a tingle of fear at the thought of a hard, virile man penetrating their tight pink pussies for the first time. Both sisters got wet just thinking about it.
The school bus pulled to a halt in front of the museum. It was a stuffy-looking building with marble columns and dark windows. Sarah and Jennifer thought it looked old and boring, but they followed the rest of the girls inside.
The tour leader inside the museum was an old female docent who didn’t wear makeup and had giant orthopedic shoes. She had bad breath and stained teeth, and when she saw Sarah and Jennifer—pictures of perfect femininity—she wrinkled her old leathery face at them. Both Sarah and Jennifer always wore as much makeup as they could get away with at school, and today was no exception. (At night when no one was watching, they would get together in Sarah’s room and wear long fake eyelashes and lipstick and pose for each other in their underwear, and think about what it would do to men like the horny groundskeeper to see them like that.)
The museum was full of pottery and dark paintings that were hundreds of years old, and most of them seemed to Jennifer and Sarah just as old and boring as the tour guide. It was like being in an old lady’s house. Everything looked like it hadn’t been touched in years. Sarah and Jennifer hated it. They whispered to one another about how stupid it was, and the ugly guide kept glaring at them.
Eventually the tour wound its way into a dark room full of ancient Greek statues. Upon seeing the naked life-size bodies of these men and women chiseled in marble, Sarah and Jennifer were transfixed by the raw sexual possibility the statues presented. The girls lost track of where they were and who they were with, and immersed themselves totally in a world of taught backsides, delicate breasts, and carefully-sculpted cocks and pussies. Although they giggled about how most of the cocks on the statues were small, both girls knew that any cock at all would feel huge inside their virgin twats.
Both twins looked at one another, and each knew that her sister was wet and throbbing. The Nyte sisters were sheltered by their mother and never allowed to see things like this up close. The girls knew that these statues hearkened back to a time of more primal sexuality, before the Catholic Church or the nuns or any of that culture that said sex was wrong. These were artifacts from an age of fucking, a time when teenage girls like themselves would run giggling through sunny fields and cheerfully bend over for penetration by eager young boys or even experienced men, because nobody knew yet that it was bad and that they weren’t supposed to.
When the tour group from St. Madeleine’s began to follow the ugly old guide to the next exhibit, Sarah took Jennifer’s lithe hand and pulled her behind a pillar.
“I want to stay here,” said Sarah, tousling her shock of fiery red hair.
“So do I,” said Jennifer. She was breathing hard and feeling a little dizzy as her head swam in the world of life-sized muscled nude statues all around her. Looking around first to make sure that no-one else was in the gallery, the daring girl hopped over to one of the male statues and, standing up on her tippy-toes, gave a swift lick to its cool stone penis before rushing back to her sister in a fit of giggles and blushes.
“Was it good?” asked Sarah, nudging her with an elbow.
“Ooh yeah, he was really hard,” laughed Jennifer in a put-on breathy voice.
“What are you doing?” Sarah said suddenly, looking at her sister. Jennifer looked down and saw that, without even noticing it, she had started twisting her nipple through her shirt.
“Try it,” Jennifer said. “It feels so good.”
Jennifer gave a little giggle, and then reached down and gave a tingly tug to the tip of one of her own perfectly formed breasts. It felt amazing. She looked at the naked statues and imagined they were alive. She wanted one of the men—a tall man who was posing with a sword and shield—to hold her down and fuck her from behind. She also wanted to explore the perfect, pert bodies of the females in the statues with her hands and with her mouth, tasting and savoring their exotic juices.
When Jennifer remembered to look back at her sister, she saw that Sarah’s hands had already crept downwards, and that she was stroking herself between her legs. Jennifer took one look at the pleasure on her sister’s face and became instantly envious.
“Over here,” Jennifer urged. She led her sister over to a dark corner beside the statues. There, the two girls would be virtually out of sight.
Jennifer sat down on the cold stone floor with her back against the wall, letting her luxurious hair fall all around her. The virgin brunette spread her alabaster legs and pulled her checkered skirt up to her waist. She began to touch herself as she looked at the muscular statues. She could feel the bead of her clit getting harder than it ever had, and she loved the feeling of her fleshy pussy as it responded instantly to her touch. Her eyes began to roll back in her head as she fantasized about being fucked by male statues—taking one in her pussy, one in her mouth, and even one in her ass, all at the same time to make herself feel really filled up everywhere.
Sarah took one look at how much pleasure her sister was experiencing and joined her down on the floor. Soon, both girls had their hands down inside their wet panties and were frantically stroking their throbbing girl-parts. Their soft, gentle moans began to fill the empty marble chamber of the museum. It echoed down the dark hallways, and resonated off the stone walls.
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Benjamin Benton was an archaeologist returning from the Middle East to curate an important new exhibit at the museum. He wasn’t young anymore exactly, but he was pretty young to have as cool a job as this, and still ruggedly attractive at an age when a woman would already have begun to crack. He hated being in the Middle East because the women tended to be sexually repressed, even in the countries where they weren’t entirely hidden under veils. He couldn’t even bring porn on his Middle Eastern expeditions because it would get confiscated and he would get kicked out of the country. He had landed back in the US only 24 hours ago, and his body was raging with sexual energy. He was so happy to be home in the land of the free—and the land where women fucked. He was toned by hours of working in the hot desert sun and starved for the sight of a comely young woman.
Benjamin had only come into his office at the museum to pick up his mail, and was about to head home when he heard a strange moaning noise coming from the hallway leading to the statue gallery. It was high pitched—like a frustrated little bird—and decidedly feminine. It reminded him of stories he had read in mythological texts about the ancient Sirens who drew men to seduce them. There was more than one voice moaning, and the sounds were undeniably arousing. Benjamin’s dick was suddenly as hard as a rock.
“Christ, I’ve been in the desert too long,” he thought to himself. “This is probably just some fat cleaning lady humming to herself, and I’m already pitching a tent and ready to fuck.”
Still, Benjamin could not control his sexual curiosity. His raging hardon guiding him, he crept through the long dark halls of the museum toward the source of the moaning, until he stood at the side entrance to the statue gallery. There, secluded in the darkness, he glimpsed the two most beautiful teen girls he had ever seen in his life. They had similar features and perfectly round breasts, but one had fiery red hair while the other was darker and more luxurious. Both girls were lying on their backs and pleasuring themselves. They had unbuttoned their blouses halfway, and each was using one hand to caress the milky white curves of her perfectly rounded tits. Their other hands were busy between their legs, pushing and flicking with an animalistic intensity.
Being away from sexy women for so long seemed to have given Benjamin super-attuned senses. He could smell their perfume and their wet vaginas from halfway across the gallery. He would not have thought it physically possible, but his dick got even harder—now pushing painfully at the seams of his pants, longing to be released. A weaker man might have allowed himself to be overcome by the sight and cum in his pants. But Benjamin was determined and strong, and he kept his raging erection at bay with the certainty that he would get to use it very soon.
Benjamin knew he had to get closer to this wonderful sight—perhaps the most erotic thing he had ever seen—so he advanced slowly across the gallery, moving ever closer to the frantic, needy moans of the two young girls. He hid in the shadows of the nude statues and crept between them, always careful to stay hidden, afraid of startling the little things and breaking the sexual mood.