(Or Peter Gets Revenge)
(Or Kyle Gets Therapy)
(Or Erin Gets A Power-Up)
[Author's Notes: While I write most of my stories to be stand-alone, with the 'shared universe' concept of Eroshire being mostly easter eggs and excuses to be that meme of Leonardo DiCaprio pointing, this story is deliberately written as a sequel to 'A Sordid Arrangement'. You don't HAVE to read ASA first, but it helps to understand this VERY long story.
Just like ASA, there's a strong element of casual disregard to biology that fuels the sex; if you don't like guys cuming pints and staying hard, and cervixes being hammered like the gates of Minas Tirith, I'd suggest stopping here and check out something by someone a lot more talented than me.
Finally, this story is VERY heavy on character scenes: if you're just here for the sex, you'll find the long sections of people talking about their feelings and shit probably disappointing. This is a story that focuses on characters first, sex second. Sorry about that.
Finally, finally; this story introduces some fantastical elements to Eroshire. If you find them a step too far, I would like to know where between 'guy cuming pints' and 'eldritch sex gods' you'd draw the line.
Finally, finally, FINALLY; I had a hard time (pun intended) deciding which category to submit this entry in, as there's no Lit category for 'coming to terms with your depression through sex' porn; there's a big focus on voyeurism, and this story also touches on traditional sex, anal sex, mature (age-wise) sex, cheating sex, oral sex, roleplay sex, and ending in a group sex scene that will probably break your suspension of disbelief, so in the end I decided as this story is larger than most traditionally published fiction the 'novels and novellas' category would be a catch-all fit.
You might disagree.
Anyway, on with the show!]
Sprawled across the widest part of the Eroshire Valley like a drunken teen sleeping off the best sex of their life, the University of Eroshire was a diverse collection of buildings that spoke of its long history; from the pale grey brutalist lecture halls built in the late 60s, to the all-glass halls of the recent decade, with many different styles between that spoke of the endless renovations and expansions the university has gone through since its founding.
It was a place of constant change and innovation, of challenging new ideas as the old ideas had been challenged in their own time; a place where hundreds of lecturers and thousands of young, wide-eyed students had entered and left; all departing the campus grounds different from what they were when they first step foot within.
One thing that has never changed, however, is that students (and lecturers, to be fair) are, one and the same, horny fuckers. This morning, across the campus, no less than fifty-one different acts of sex are happening. Oral, anal, vaginal, and a variety of other acts (students are some of the most adventurous individuals when it comes to thinking up new ways to bang) are all taking place at various locations on campus.
On the bed belonging to one student, a certain Erin Elizabeth Winnifred Winters, sex is taking place; between Erin and a man who is not her loving boyfriend Peter Follett, for Peter is, at this moment in time, sleeping in his own bed on the other side of campus, enjoying a rare morning where his roommate, Kyle Matthews, is not having loud morning sex with a recent conquest.
Peter sleeps soundly because he is completely unaware that for the last eight months or so, his dear girlfriend of over five years has been having sex with Kyle, behind his (Peter's) back.
The man Erin is currently having sex with is not, however, Kyle Matthews.
You see, unknown to Peter, his loving girlfriend is also having an affair with, at this moment in her life, about six other men ('about', as at least one, her lecturer Richard Singh, is more 'off' than he is 'on' these days, as an off/on lover; mostly due to his hectic work/life schedule, and already big list of women he is sleeping with behind his own partner's back).
Two of the remaining five other (non-Kyle) men include Kyle's own 'ride-or-die' homies: a tall London-born chap by the name of Bradley Newell, who is himself juggling a long list of sexual partners alongside a new-found addiction to Warhammer, and Ali Khan; who, while being a son of a Pakistan immigrant father (who sounds like it) and a first-generation Pakistan mother (who sounds like someone who grew up in west London), sounds every bit the Eroshite he is; and it is the latter who Erin currently has her legs wrapped around as he drives his eight-inch cock deep into her.
Anyone who might have had the misfortune to hear these two fuck would be treated to sex talk bereft of 't's ('sex alk', if you prefer; or 'fuck banner'; or 'smah'), as the delightful native accent to Eroshire considers that letter wholly unnecessary for day-to-day communication.
(Or 'comoonika-on', as they would say it.)
"OH FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD AND GOOD!" Erin screamed as her nails dug deep down a sweaty dark-skinned back. "FUCK ME BETTER THAN HE CAN!"
"You like that? You like me fucking you hard and better than he ever could?" Ali grunted, as he plunged his meaty cock deep into this slutty twenty-one-year-old's pussy; a pussy that was full of cum from a previous round. Ali came a lot, and his thick seed was gushing out all over the sheets with the force of their fucking.
With her legs wrapped around Ali's waist, Erin was humping her hips up to meet him with all the fury of a woman nearing a good, hard cum. It would be her sixth this morning: Erin came so often when she fucked it was a rare day when her orgasm count wasn't double digits. There was a time when that would be almost entirely self-inflicted, but since becoming a cheating slut Erin had no time to masturbate; there was always someone on her list available to fuck when she had to get her pussy pounded.
Like now: Ali had been the first she called earlier that morning, when she awoke horny as hell, and by virtue of her booty call list being amongst her normal friends list, which was arranged in a perfectly understandable alphabetical order, she had given Ali a call first.
Luckily he had been free, and three hours later they were about to finish round two.
"YOU FUCK ME SO MUCH BETTER THAN HE EVER COULD!" Erin screamed into Ali's ear as she felt her orgasm build to explosion. "YOU CUM SO MUCH MORE THAN HE CAN! I LOVE TAKING YOUR CUM! FILL ME UP! PUMP YOUR HOT PAKISTANI CUM INTO MY CUNT!"
"Erin, what have I told you about making this weirdly racial?"
"Oh shit, sorry," Erin said, momentarily bringing her voice down to a normal level. "You know what I told you about ignoring the shit Horny Erin says?"
"Horny Erin does say some weird shit," Ali said, his hips not slowing down their frantic thrusts as he held himself above his friend's girlfriend, conversing with her like they were sitting on one of the benches around the campus lake having a perfectly normal conversation, and not fucking to cum. "You really ought to be careful, or someone's gonna take offence one of these days."
"Good point. Are we good?"
"Oh, we're good," Ali smirked. "You feel like you're about to cum, Erin."
"And you feel like YOU'RE about to cum!" Erin sassed back. "You ready to fill my insides with all that hot spunk you're brewing? Want me to tell you how much more than him you cum?"
"Please do," Ali said, loving how she sang praises of his sexual performance.
His cock slammed into her over and over, his spongy cock head head like he was going to bust through and deposit all his 'hot Pakistani cum' directly into her womb. Thankfully Erin had had a coil fitted months ago, because there was no way either of them were going to use protection.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME AND FILL ME WITH YOU HOT, THICK, CUM!" Erin moaned, as she used her considerably powerful, gym-honed leg muscles to bring her pussy up to meet Ali's cock as he plunged it down with his own incredible strength. The collision of their sexual organs was making Erin's bed shake furiously, to the point where Erin was beginning to wonder if this was it for her well-used bed, which had seen SO much action this academic year.
"GOD I LOVE FUCKING YOU!" Ali gasped as he hammered away. His cock screaming in that familiar way, informing him that any moment now his heavy, cum-filled balls were going to be pumping a vast amount of potent baby-making fluid up the impressive length of his dick into a horny 5'11" (and a bit) pale skinned brunette, whose large brown eyes were holding Ali's own (a darker shade of brown than Erin's) captive as they both fucked to mutual orgasms. "You're the best fuck I've ever had! I love how good sex with you is, Erin!"
Ali wasn't embellishing for the sake of good smut-talk: ever since his friend Kyle had somehow managed to convince the girl that the three friends (Kyle, Brad and Ali) had been chasing for the first month of uni into having sex with him (Kyle), ever since Kyle had opened the doors to Erin for a life of sex outside her relationship with Peter Follett, ever since that strange week where he (Ali) had been practically jumped by Erin at the gym on campus, ever since their first fuck, Ali's sex life had been dramatically improved by the addition of Erin Winters.
It wasn't just that she was fine as fuck - tall, fit, with beautiful large brown eyes, legs that went on for days, and huge tits that somehow hadn't been reduced in bra size while Erin had burnt all the chubby teen fat from her body through rigorous workout - it was also Erin's natural aptitude to sex. It was the way she adapted to each sexual partner, using their own approach to fuel Erin's performance; and not just replying to how the guy approached fucking her - Erin had an almost supernatural ability to know exactly what her sexual partner was thinking at any given point in a fuck.
With Ali she had fucked close and intimate for hours: holding each other as their bodies rolled on the bed from missionary to her on top, holding her large tits against his muscular chest as he was held captivated by her pretty brown eyes. They had fucked lying on their sides, their legs all wrapped up in positions an octopus would have difficulty in replicating. All the while indulging themselves in a unique way of kissing that Ali knew Erin only did with him: holding their lips an inch apart as their tongues slowly caressed each other. Thrusting and sliding against each other in a manner not too dissimilar to how Ali's huge cock was thrusting and sliding against the tight walls of Erin's pussy.
