The Eros Coin - Part 1 - Molly Madsin

The Eros Coin Part 1 By Molly Madsin [email protected] Publication Date: October 2015 Published by Country Pleasures Publishing [email protected] © Copyright 2015 by Molly Madsin and Country Pleasures Publishing All rights reserved. Cover Photo Copyright: © Saklemesterke | Dreamstime.com

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The Eros Coin Part 1

Mike Morris was just your typical early twenties guy who liked hanging with his buddies and fooling around with his girlfriend, Abby. He had a simple, albeit, boring little life. That was until the night of his 21st birthday, when his weird Grandpa gives him a gift that would change his life – The Eros Coin. Upon discovering that The Coin has powers – special powers, Mikey sets off on his lust-filled adventures and sexual quests all with The Eros Coin at his fingertips.

FOR ADULTS ONLY! Content warning: Voyeurism, exhibitionism, unsafe sex, coercion, mind control, cheating, and altogether slutty behavior with a lot of highly charged M/F, F/F and group sexual activity. The Eros Coin – Part 1 is approximately 4,400 words in length.

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The Eros Coin Part 1 I followed my Grandpa into the Asgarage I couldn’t help but wonder if the old man had finally lost it. Here it was the night of my 21st birthday, I just had a nice simple dinner with my mom, my step-sister and my grandparents and then Grandpa pulls at my sleeve and says, “Come with me.” It’s not that he hadn’t done odd things before; on my

13th birthday he got me a book on Greek gods, when I was 16, he pulled me out of school and took me to an exhibit on rare coins, and then for my 18th birthday he got me The Big Book on Ethics. He was weird, no question, but he was still my Grandpa so I followed him outside. It was a little past dusk and the sky was darkening quickly. Grandpa walked faster than I had ever seen before, and I actually had to trot to keep up with him. He opened the side door to the detached two car garage and flipped the light switch; a brief second later the flickering of florescent lights filled the cold and dirty space and Grandpa

walked around me, filled with nervous energy, and closed the door behind me. “Mikey,” Grandpa nervously started as he paced around in front of me, “I’ve known you your whole life and I know you’re a good kid. And I’ve been waiting for this day since you were born.” Oh god, I thought, he’s either going to give me the ‘facts of life’ speech or he’s going to tell me he’s dying and that I’m the ‘man of the house’ now. Ugh, I thought, and my eyes I looked down at my feet while I kicked at a pebble. “Look at me, Mikey,” Grandpa said, his voice a little less nervous. He paused

until my eyes looked up and then said, “This is important. So please pay attention.” I nodded and looked the old man in the eyes. His frown turned into a brief smile, before returning to the frown that I was used to seeing. Grandpa grabbed my shoulder and began again “When I turned 21 I got a gift from my dad that changed my life. If I’d had a son, I would have given this gift to him, but instead I had your mother and your aunt.” I nodded my head in understanding thinking of my Mom and my Aunt Janie. “Anyway,” he continued, “You’re old enough and responsible enough to use

this gift properly. But you must use it wisely and be extremely careful.” He had clearly had this speech worked out in his head for a long time and he couldn’t have said it any better. In a brief moment of excitement, I thought, oh shit he’s going to give me a car or money or both. But instead the hunched over old man, pulled out a small wooden box and placed it in the palm of my hand. He smiled again; his eyes had a life that I had never seen, he was so excited that he was nearly dancing in place. “Open it,” he said excitedly. I smiled as my excitement level raised a couple

notches and I pulled off the square lid and looked inside. Wrapped in some beat up tissue paper was a beautiful, but worn down coin. It looked to be bronze or copper and it was about the size of a half dollar. It felt heavy but I wasn’t sure if that was the box or the coin. It looked as if it was supposed to be circular but I guessed that over time it had developed more of an oblong shape to it. “Well?” Grandpa questioned, his voice quivering with joy, “What do you think?” I looked at it in disbelief and my face probably showed confusion, but not wanting to hurt my grandfather’s feelings

I said the only thing I could think, “WOW!” He beamed at me, “I know, isn’t she a beauty?” Nodding my head profusely, I asked, “Very nice. Is it a rare or collectible coin?” “Mikey,” Grandpa answered, his mouth still in the form of a smile, but his expression showed deadly serious, “This here is the rarest of all coins. There is not another one in the world like it.” I showed my acceptance of his statement, but in my head I thought, I bet if I google it I will find a thousand just

like it. Still, I smiled and tilted the box a little bit to get a good view of it. “Listen Mikey,” he said as if he could tell my doubts, “this coin can be wonderful and life changing. But in the wrong hands it will destroy lives. You must understand that.” His hands grabbed my shoulders as if to put an exclamation mark on his statement. “I understand Grandpa,” I replied as I smiled at him. “You must,” he stated, his voice going another octave louder as he continued, “The Eros Coin has powers that neither you nor I will ever comprehend; even though I’ve had it for nearly 50 years, I

still don’t know everything that it can do.” Powers, I thought. My intrigue was peaked and I wanted to hear more but as I looked at my watch I could see that I was already late for meeting up with my friends. “Grandpa, it’s wonderful, thank you so much for the coin – The Eros Coin you said?” I asked as I pulled the coin out of the box and weighed it in my hand; it was truly heavier than any other coin I had held. My fingers traced around the completely worn outside and I saw that it had some engravings or something on it. I tried to read them, but in the

flickering light of the garage it was hard to see. “Mikey, you must listen to me,” Grandpa said as he grabbed my ears and directed my eyes to his, pausing for a beat before he continued. “The Eros Coin gives you powers that aren’t human. It lets you control thoughts and some feelings.” I tried to listen intently, but the phone in my jeans pocket started to buzz. I nodded my head as Grandpa spoke but I had only heard every third word, as I thought about my girlfriend, Abby, boy was she going to be pissed if I was late to my own birthday party.

Grandpa kept talking and pointing to the coin. Words like; control, desire and passion kept popping up. I kept nodding my head all while my phone kept buzzing like an overworked vibrator. Grandpa kept talking and his voice seemed to get a little higher each passing second. Danger, blah, blah, blah, love blah, blah, blah. My phone started going off again and I held up a finger to Grandpa as I pulled it out of my pocket. His frustration was starting to show as I turned my back to him as I answered it. “Hello,” I answered tentatively as the caller ID told me it was Abby.

“Where the fuck are you?” Abby screamed into the phone, “I’ve been sitting in the bar with your five idiot friends wondering if you’re ever going to show.” “Sorry,” I mumbled, “I was having dinner with my family and I was just about to leave.” “Get your ass here now, I can’t stand another moment alone with these imbeciles,” she ordered as she hung up on me. I turned to Grandpa and said, “I’m sorry Grandpa, I have to go. Thank you so much for the coin, I love it!” I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and before he

could stop me I rushed out the door and into the house to get my keys and wallet. I realized I still had The Eros Coin in my hand, so I stuffed it into my pocket and whisked out the door.

***** Arriving at The Tap I prayed that Abby wouldn’t kill me as I entered the bar. There in the corner of the room sat Abby – looking like she wanted to kill the next person she saw – and my five best friends: Mark, David, Alan, Pete and Jamal. The guys seemed to be having a good time watching the game on TV as two empty pitchers and a plate full of chicken wing bones graced the table.

Walking up, Abby was the first to see me, and though she couldn’t muster a smile she did stand up and to give me a hug and a half-hearted “Happy Birthday.” Followed by a whispered, “It’s about fucking time.” I smiled as my friends all noticed my presence and greeted me with a tipsy chorus of “Happy Birthday.” Through a fake smile and gritted teeth I whispered back, “Sorry,” to Abby before making my way to each of my friends and giving them all the proverbial bro hug. The guys and I spent the next few hours laughing and joking, each one of them buying me my “first” legal beer. Everyone was having a blast but Abby.

Throughout the night, I would periodically look over at her to blow her a kiss or silently say, “Hi,” and in return she’d give me a scowl and turn her back to me. I tried to tune it out and enjoy my birthday but I knew for a fact that the birthday blow job she had promised me last week was not an option any more. Still, looking at my bitchy girlfriend, I couldn’t help but remember why I had started dating her in the first place. She was stunning. Her long, golden hair which she wore back in a ponytail today, her emerald green eyes which were partly hidden by her thick nerdy glasses, and her thick, pouty lips all drove me

crazy. Even today, in her sullen mood, she was a beautiful girl. And then there was her body. She was truly one of those girls that made guys (and most girls) stop in their tracks and take notice. She was petite, maybe average height with a curvy, soft body. She wasn’t fat, actually more to the opposite, but she didn’t have any of the hard lines or edges that come with years of exercise. Abby’s ample bosom, round, perky ass, curvy hips and narrow waist were more the product of good genes and a good diet and less from working out. As I watched from across the table, Abby was tapping away at her cell

phone, most likely complaining about me to her best friend Amanda, I mused. I decided I needed to go face the music, so I stood up and pushed my own cell phone in my pocket, but it met resistance going in. Before I started to walk around the table to go see Abby, I felt in my pocket to see what could be causing the issue. Reaching in, I felt the heavy coin and thought about it for the first time since I left the house, an hour earlier. I pulled out the coin and studied it, it was still too dark to read any of the writings or see the images on it, but it felt good to run my fingers over it. With my coin in hand, I went to Abby, who was in fact texting with Amanda. I sat

down next to her and waited for her to finish; she would occasionally glance up and me and frown before returning to her texting. As I watched her, my eyes focused on her perfect lips and I again started thinking about that birthday blow job. I could feel my dick rising as the mental image filled my head. Abby, when into it, gives the best blow jobs ever. While twirling the coin absentmindedly between my fingers, I looked at Abby and thought to myself, I wish she weren’t so mad at me because I’m dying for that blow job. At that moment the coin seemed to warm in my fingers, causing me to take notice and then a miracle

happened. Abby froze for a split second, before putting down her phone, and turning around to face me. In her singsongy sweet voice she asked, “Is my baby having the best birthday ever?” Confused, I smiled at her and responded, “It’s okay, but it’d be better if I hadn’t been late and made you so mad at me.” Abby looked at me with her sparkling green eyes and a wicked smile crossed her lips, “I know what will make it the best…” She stood up, grabbed me by the hand and pulled me across the bar. She led me to the women’s bathrooms and we went inside. Another woman was just walking out of one of the stalls, and she sort of shrieked when she saw us,

but Abby was undeterred and pulled me into the handicapped stall, closed the door and immediately dropped to her knees in front of me. “Abby, what are you doing?” I asked, knowing what she was doing but wondering why here and why now. “Giving you your birthday blow job, silly,” she winked up at me and proceeded to unzip my jeans and fish out my rapidly stiffening cock. “But – but,” was all I could get out before my beautiful girlfriend engulfed half of my length with her warm, wet mouth. And soon my questions were forgotten because Abby started working

magic with her tongue and lips. First swirling her tongue around the bulbous head, then slowly dragging her lips up and down the underside of my shaft, before rapidly flicking her tongue over every single bit of my exposed cock, not missing a single spot along the way. I was in heaven. The bathroom door opened and I started to panic, but Abby held onto my hips and continued the wonderful oral torture of my cock, not paying a single bit of attention to the woman on the other side of the stall door. With just the tip between her lips, Abby started sucking me like a straw, all while she deftly unbuttoned and unbuckled my pants. She

sucked down a couple more inches as she opened my pants and pulled down my underwear, freeing me completely. And that’s when she really went to work on my erection. She started bobbing her head up and down on my cock, slowly at first but then she started to pick up some speed. She alternated between going super slow and going semi-fast, just never fast enough to push me over the edge. Abby pulled her lips off of my cock and started to slowly stroke me with her soft hand. I looked down, to see her smiling up at me and I silently wished she would lick and suck on my balls. The warm glow in my hand reminded me I was still

holding onto The Eros Coin, as I glanced down at The Coin, I felt a warm sensation come over my balls. Abby had taken a testicle between her lips and was softly sucking it, all while her hand traveled up and down my slick, throbbing member. I nearly came on the spot. Abby continued her sensational oral ministrations for nearly 15 minutes, bringing me to the edge – only to back off – several times. Finally, sensing my growing desire to climax, Abby really went to work on my cock. With her cheeks caved in, she began bobbing her head up and down my throbbing cock, faster and deeper. My cock was bonking

into the back of her mouth with greater frequency and I felt the familiar tingling deep in my stomach. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations Abby’s mouth and hands were giving me. Soon, Abby’s mouth was moving faster and I began to imagine her mouth engulfing all of me, something that she had never been able to do. No sooner had those thoughts entered my head then my fingers began to warm and her oral technique began to change. My eyes flew open and I watched as more and more of my cock began to disappear between her lips. A few quick bobs and her lips were sliding down to the base and her cute little nose became lost in my short tangle

of pubic hair. A gasp came out of me as I felt the head of my cock bouncing off the back of her mouth and now slipping into her throat. Abby stifled her slight gags and continued to bring me closer and closer to ecstasy. With every head bob my cock entered into her tight throat and soon my load began churning in my testicles and was on the verge of rushing out. Knowing that my climax was immanent, I secretly wished for her to swallow my offering. Again, The Eros Coin warmed in my hand. Abby’s skills were unparalleled and with her throat seemingly milking my cock of its contents, it didn’t take long

before I felt my body tensing up. With a groan, I announced my rapture, warning Abby of my coming release. But this time Abby didn’t stop or pull off, she just increased her speed and her sucking. And I came. The first shot blasted out of me when my cock was in her throat, a short gag followed, but she was tenacious and she continued strumming my cock with her lips, tongue and throat. The next few ropes of cum filled her mouth and I watched (and heard) her swallow. Finally, spent of every bit of semen built up in my testicles, she sucked until I shriveled in her mouth and with a loud popping sound that echoed off the bathroom walls, I pulled out.

“Wow,” was all that I could say as I staggered back against the stall partition, my legs not able to function properly. Abby looked up at me and smiled. I watched as she licked her lips clean of any missed ejaculate. And when she was sure that she had gotten it all, her emerald eyes flashed up at me and she sweetly said, “Happy Birthday!” “Wow,” I repeated, still unable to form a proper sentence in my head. Finally, as I was helping my girlfriend off her knees and adjusting my attire, I asked her, “What the hell got into you?” She stood there for a few seconds as if pondering the question. After a short

pause, she just shrugged her shoulders and answered, “I don’t know, I was just in the mood to try something new…” With a cute giggle and shy smile, she added, “I hope you liked it.” “Oh my god, I loved it, let’s do that every day,” I replied. My fingers again warmed, once again, reminding me of The Eros Coin. “Sounds good to me,” she said enthusiastically, as she unlocked the stall door and led me, hand-in-hand, back to the bar. The guys were still focused on the games playing on the TV, so we were barely missed. We sat down and in silent I

began to ponder what had just happened. Not more than 20 minutes ago I was worried my girlfriend was going to kill me, and here I was on “cloud nine” having just been the recipient of one of the world’s best blow jobs. How did that happen? I looked down at The Coin in my hand and wondered if that was the reason; a quick glow seemed to come off its surface as if to answer my question. Still, I thought, I might be going crazy, so I decided to test it. I looked around the bar before stopping on the empty beer pitcher. With The Eros Coin in the palm of my hand, I made a silent wish for more beer. Not more than 10 seconds later, our server rushed over with a new

pitcher, “I thought you guys needed a refill,” she jokingly said. Holy fuck, I thought. I focused on getting another plate of wings and no sooner had I thought it then the server said, “More wings too, right? I’ll be right back.” A beaming smile came over my face; what the fuck did Grandpa just give me? As I sat there pondering my new toy, doubts crept into my mind. What if they were coincidences? I mean, it was my birthday and maybe Abby just wanted to give me something to remember for my first birthday with her. And the server was really just doing her job, right? I figured that more tests of The Coin were necessary.

I looked around the crowded room again and saw that Mark and Allen were playing darts, I tried to mentally tell Mark to miss the dartboard completely with his next throw; instead he got a bullseye. Hmmm, that wasn’t good, I thought. Then I saw some random girl intently watching a basketball game and I telepathically told her to cheer loudly at the next basket. The next shot was made and nothing, the girl just sipped her beer and made idle conversation with the guy next to her. Oh boy, maybe it was just a coincidence, I reconciled. One more try, I figured, I saw our server carrying a tray with four pints of beer on it. She was headed to a table with two

guys and two girls. One of the girls had a huge rack that I had noticed when I returned to the table; so much so, that her white blouse could barely contain her twins. So, as my fingers rubbed The Coin, I closed my eyes and suggested that the server should pour a glass of beer on the busty girl. My fingers warmed and I watched as the pretty serving girl got to the table and handed out the beers, one by one to the group, the last one being the girl I had targeted. Just as it looked like nothing was going to happen, the serving girl bumped the full glass with the back of her hand and the beer splashed all over the seated girl’s big tits, practically making her

white blouse – and the lacy white bra under it – transparent. I smiled while the server apologized profusely. But it wasn’t over, I mentally thought wouldn’t it be great if the serving girl tried to clean up her mess by using napkins to blot at the girl’s beer covered breasts. Again The Coin burned and the serving girl started mauling the stunned girl’s chest with napkins. I laughed out loud at the comedy playing out in front of me. Before I let the scene finish up, I mentally told the girl with the beer covered tits that she needed to get out of her wet blouse now. Low and behold, the sexy young girl stood up – even as

the serving girl was still blotting away at her chest – and started to unbutton her blouse, all while her boyfriend started to protest. But even with him standing up and trying to get her to cover up, she managed to do a quick strip tease much to the excitement to the rest of the bar’s patrons. Within half a minute, the bosomy brunette was down to her sheer, lace bra, her hard nipples clearly visible. Over the next several minutes I had both the cute serving girl and the beer covered breast girl do a series of unusual things: the serving girl decided that the best way to clean up the beer was to wring the girl’s blouse back into

the spilled glass. Then she, too, decided to strip with her new friend. With no hesitation she pulled her tight t-shirt up over her head, displaying her black bra covering her pert breasts for everyone watching. Not to be outdone, the busty girl decided to pull up her knee length skirt and moon the bar, showing off her near perfect ass and a skimpy pair of white thong panties in the process. With the guys in the bar chanting, “Strip, strip, strip,” both girls started dancing around giving quick flashes of their boobs and asses. For their final act, I mentally asked both girls to lock in a sensual kiss. They did so without hesitation much to the joy of

everyone watching. Their two minutes in heaven ended with every single guy in the room sporting a serious bulge in their jeans, and most of the women in the bar were left breathless, as both girls locked lips, twirled tongues and roamed each other’s body with eager hands. I decided that the bar patrons had already had too much of a show and that both girls had more than enough embarrassment for the night, so I mentally directed everything to return to normal. Within two minutes, everyone involved was acting like nothing had ever happened. I kissed The Coin and said a silent “thank you” to Grandpa. Life was about to get really good.