The Rougher Explicit Collection of Stories Box Set Compilation

by Amira Bradford

  'Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me hard!' she gasped. 'Come on, pump it into me, cum in me, fill my cunt with your spunk!' I had never heard such words from Jan's polite lips before. It sent me over the edge. As she convulsed with another orgasm I erupted and fired jet after aching jet of sperm up into her. My balls were milked dry, and still I pulsed.

  Even before her own spasms had died away, Jan lifted off my cock and straddled me. Her pussy, the labia swollen and gaping, trickled whiteness onto my chest. She turned around and bent her head and took my softening cock into her mouth. Her crotch dripped onto my neck. Heedless of the mess, I gripped her hips and pulled her down over my face and speared my tongue deep into her hot wet tunnel. The taste of my spunk mixed with her tangy juices was heady, and to my amazement I felt my cock start to swell again in her mouth.

  What Jan lacked in expertise she made up for in enthusiasm. Her lips and tongue bathed my erection, cleaning the cum off and replacing it with saliva. One fist cupped my balls while the other squeezed the base of my shaft. She sucked and licked tirelessly. Soon I heard her gagging and coughing as she tried to force my cock down her throat.

  I was not idle either. I made love to her pussy with my mouth and tongue and nose and face, relishing the cocktail of fluids which oozed out of her tunnel. I sucked her labia into my mouth and nibbled and chewed and licked them. I teased her taut perineum and sweet little anus with my tongue tip, and licked her ridged walls of her vagina. And of course I fastened onto her firm little clitoris and gave it the benefit of my years of practice with my own wife. Soon Jan was cuming again, hot breath rasping against my cock.

  I don't know how long we stayed in that sixty-nine. Time seemed to stop and we entered another dimension where the only objects were our sexual organs and our mouths, where Jan seemed able to climax repeatedly without tiring and my cock stayed as hard as rock. Her fluids trickled down around my ears.

  After many eons my tongue began to ache, and maybe Jan's jaws did too. Our caresses died away gradually, and she slid off me onto the bed. I struggled up. Jan was lying on her back, arms and legs akimbo, with a beatific smile on her face. Her slim body was blotched where it had been pressed against me, and a pink flush covered her chest. Her sparse pubic hair was dark and matted with wetness. I knelt between her thighs, my cock red and still rampant, and inspected her body, waves of love and renewed lust surging through me. She watched me through smoky eyes. I knew that she would let me do whatever I wanted to her.

  'We should definitely have done this sooner,' I said, trailing my fingertips across her stomach and thighs. 'About 35 years sooner.'

  'I was a fool,' she whispered. 'I decided I would save myself for when I got married.'

  My fingers almost of their own accord were playing with her labia, and soon two of them slipped inside her entrance where they were gripped and sucked further in. I curled them round and stroked the front wall of her vagina, holding her eyes.

  'Oh, that's lovely! I never knew what sex could be like until this week. I think I'm going to cum again!'

  She did so, pumping her bottom into the bed, dragging my hand with her. I could see the muscles in her abdomen tensing and relaxing as the climax coursed through her. My cock ached. When she could breathe again, she said 'Fuck me again! Oh, I need to be fucked so much!'

  I turned her over – quite roughly – and dragged her hips up so that she was kneeling on the edge of the bed. Her labia stuck out from between her slim thighs. I plunged my cock gratefully into her hot tunnel, hitting bottom on the first stroke. Jan gave a cry of delight. I gripped her hipbones and pumped into her with renewed lust, watching her anus distort with each stroke, marvelling at the way her labia clung to my shaft as it was withdrawn, as if they didn't want to release it. My erection felt as if it was carved from granite and would be quite able to fuck her all night and the next day too. I remained standing and just pulled Jan's hips back and forth, almost masturbating myself with her body. In a few minutes she was tensing her muscles and climaxing around my cock.

  I crouched on the bed and Jan rested her head on the duvet, her arse in the air. In that position I could use my weight to shaft her deeply from above, but however hard I pounded her poor pussy she didn't complain, just grunted with delight and sooner or later convulsed in another orgasm. We collapsed onto the bed and I reared above her, thrusting against her clenched buttocks, cock head rebounding off the front of her vagina, which she made it noisily obvious that she enjoyed.

  I rolled us over so that I was on my back and Jan was on top of me, on her back also. Her thighs flopped either side of my legs, my cock was still buried deep inside her. I cupped her pubic mound on my hand, squeezed her right breast with the other, and started to masturbate her, a finger either side of her clitoris and one caressing its tip. Jan commenced a series of almost continuous orgasms, her pussy squeezed my cock in a slow rhythm, waves of contractions moved up her vagina as if trying to pull me even further in. I closed my eyes to let the sensations drown me, and drifted away to an altered state of pure bliss ...

  I was brought back to reality by hot breath against my ear and my wife's voice whispering hoarsely, 'We guessed what you'd be doing.' Her tongue licked my ear sloppily. 'He's fucking me from behind,' she gasped. 'I'm going to cum!'

  She did so, loudly. I don't think Jan even noticed, she was so completely absorbed in her own orgasmic heaven. I turned my head to see Debbie, naked, on all fours next to me. Russell knelt behind her and plumbed her vigorously, his eyes shut, the sinews in his neck standing out. Debbie's breasts swung back and forth, her lips were swollen and her mouth open with lust. I kissed her wetly while continuing to stroke Jan's clit.

  'It's the room,' I said. 'We're stuck here for good now.'

  The End.

  Surprise Encounter

  Graduation is only a couple of weeks away and I just turned 18. I sit and wait under the stairs in the deserted part of the school. I look at my watch, he's late. I am giving him an opportunity that many would love to have and he may not even show. Have I made a mistake in making him this offer?

  Then I look up and he is there. "I thought you weren't going show."

  "I almost didn't."

  "Why is that?"

  "I have never had a girl offer me sex before. Let alone even have a girl kiss me before."

  "I knew you were an 18 year old virgin but I didn't know you had never kissed a girl before."

  He just looks away and shrugs his shoulders. I can see his face flush in embarrassment. I walk up to him and tell him, "It will be ok." "We don't have to do this if you are not ready."

  "No, I am ready. Just go easy on me."

  I smile up at him and say, "This is your pleasure. You set the pace. You make up the rules. What you want is what you get. Just remember we have only until the bell rings."

  He steps to me and we look into each others eyes. He leans for his first kiss. Our noses bang but then I take his head in my hands and our lips meet. The kiss starts slow, awkward but then our lips part and kiss heats up. We touch the tips of tongues, quickly, almost as though it never happened. Then I feel his tongue on my lower lip, invading my mouth. Our tongues intertwine as he pulls me tighter into his embrace. My head starts to swim with the feelings that this kiss is invoking within me.

  The kiss ends and I am left speechless. I just look up at him, breathless, unable to believe he never kissed a girl before. With his hands still on my waist, I feel him slip his right hand under my blouse and make its way to my lace covered breasts. He runs his thumb over my erect nipple, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

  I reach down, crossing my arms as I go, taking the ends of my blouse in my hands and pulling it up over my head, exposing my lace covered breasts to his bulging eyes. He looks up at me as if asking permission to touch them. I just nod. He reaches up cupping both breasts in his hands, squeezing and massaging them. I reach back to unhook my bra and he stops me by grabbing my arm.

  He shakes his head and says
, "Let me." He wraps his arms around my chest, taking the bra ends into his hands, he stumbles at first but then the hooks snaps free. He places his hands on my shoulders, hooking his index fingers under each strap and slides them down my arms and off.

  I am now standing there exposed to his eyes; my nipples harden even more with the coolness of the area. He bends over and takes my left nipple into his mouth as he takes the right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinches it lightly. I close my eyes, lean my head back and moan aloud. He flicks his tongue over my nipple, then bites down and tugs ever so softly. He goes between each nipple teasing them to the point of torture.

  Then he stands back up, taking his shirt off, showing off his a well toned torso. Then pulls me into his embrace and kisses me deeply. Our bodies pressed tightly together, I can feel his bulging manhood press against my stomach. I feel his hands slide to my ass and give it a squeeze. Then his hands slide under my skirt, feeling the moist cloth of my panties. He rubs my mound with his whole hand before pulling away my panties. With my skirt pulled up around my waist, he kneels before me, looking up smiling.

  With his hands on the inside of my thighs, he gently pulls my legs apart. He kisses the inside of my knee letting his tongue trace its way up my thigh, stopping just before reaching my center. He switches to the other knee and repeats the kisses up my thigh but this time he doesn't stop. He kisses and nibbles my outer lips.

  His hot breath giving me goose bumps and sending shivers up my spine, all I can do is moan in pleasure, to pleasure no boy has ever given me before. I have been with plenty of boys, even some amazing men but none that have made me feel like I am floating above the world. How can this amazing boy, being a virgin who has never touched a girl before now, make me feel this way?

  All of a sudden his tongue licks my slit from ass to clit and my legs begin to quiver. His tongue slips into my now soaking wet pussy and licks feverishly at my swollen clit. He encircles my clit with the tip of his tongue at first before assaulting my clit with the flat part of his tongue. I feel his finger penetrate my lips and slide into my steaming hot vagina. As he licks my clit, he now fucks me hard with his finger. In and out, lick lick, my body is going crazy with emotion. My legs begin to shake and twitch. My breathing becomes ragged and my moans louder as my orgasm approaches. I call out his name as I cum on his tongue. He laps it up like a thirsty puppy suckling at its mother's nipple.

  Now leaning against the wall, unable to hold myself up, I slide down to my knees in front of him. I look up at him as I undo his jeans and pull them down to expose his pulsating cock. I am in awe at the site of him. He is so large. I reach up and wrap my right hand around the shaft unable to touch my fingers on the other side. My left hand cups his balls, rolling them around I can feel their fullness. As I start stroking this massive cock, I notice the moisture oozing from the head and I lean in flicking the tip of my tongue over the wetness; I savor the taste. I hear him moan and I can't take it any longer. I have to feel him in my mouth.

  I swirl my tongue around the head before engulfing his cock within my mouth. My tongue does a dance on the underside of his cock as I bob my head up and down, taking more in as I go. I feel the head hit the back of my throat and I shake my from side to side, all the while my tongue is still dancing across his shaft. As I come back up, I let my tongue flick over the head before I repeat my way back down. I can feel him begin to swell so I give his balls a slightly tighter squeeze. Then I wrap my right hand around the shaft, squeezing hard as stroke him, my mouth working the head of his cock. I hear him take in a sharp intake of air, and then I feel his cock twitch within my mouth. Just then I feel the first splash of cum hit the back of my throat and I hear ringing.

  "Wow," I think to myself, "bells go off when he cums." Then it hits me, it is the class bell going off, yet I want every drop of his sweet nectar. He pulls me up and off his cock, looking me in the eye with a smile of utter satisfaction.

  He pulls up his pants and fastens them closed, then takes me in his arms, kisses me quickly and says, "Thank you."

  He turns and starts to walk away. I call out, "Steve!" He turns around. "You have plans this Friday night?"

  "No." He says.

  "Good. Pick me up at seven and we will finish what we started here."

  He says, "You mean it?"

  "Yes."

  "Ok. Then I will see you on Friday."

  With that he smiles and disappears around the corner, leaving me with nothing on but my skirt hiked up around my waist...

  The End.

  Gaining Experience

  CHAPTER 1

  Nicola Cox knew what women mean when they talked about someone 'having an affair' but had never contemplated committing adultery. Um not really.

  Occasionally seeing a guy smile at her in a certain way or seeing a guy's butt tighten under his pants when he lifted something had sent her thoughts into improper fancy, but that's all. The only guy she'd unzipped since her wedding was her husband Mick. Dreary Mick... oh for heaven's sake, where had that tag come from to contaminate her mind like that?

  The 41-year old fading blonde beauty whose looks were going and her hair now required very regular highlighting, grabbed her leather handbag that contained the accountants of the Bainbridge Hiking Club and went to Chloe's Cafe for a working lunch with the society's president, Dave Reed, a rather handsome divorcee.

  According to gossip Dave allegedly had had sexual relations with seven club members all aged less than thirty. No one apparently had seen him in action, apart from the recipient of course, so it was unclear how accurate the allegations were. Well Nicola had seen more than one new female member hanging in close to Dave but to her orderly and analytical mind that meant nothing beyond, um, hopefulness.

  She blushed when thinking why couldn't Dave take on an older woman like someone of say forty-one? Perhaps he did although she knew for sure it hadn't her.

  As usual Dave stood when she arrived and went to kiss Nicola on the cheek but she turned her cheek at the last moment and they lip kissed.

  His eye shot open.

  Nicola felt empowered and was delighted how easily it had been. Within the hour in all probability she'd be riding his cock.

  Yes in all probability. The reality was they parted outside the cafe, Dave giving her a funny look. She knew what that was about. She'd almost sat on his knee rather than maintaining the usual 'safe' gap between them and during the examination of the accounts she'd adjusted her bra straps twice, something she never did except in private. And once when she noticed Dave glance at the breast looming beside him she'd stroked it, just a quick brush, and for a moment was dismayed he to moved away slightly. In confusion she thoughts her breasts were okay to look at weren't they?

  Walking back to her office Nicola wondered what the hell had she been doing. She had no intention of laying the guy. Um she didn't? Suddenly she didn't know what to think and knew in her usually orderly mind the reason for this was she hadn't been working to a plan. Although Dave was forty-five he probably thought at her age she no longer had sex. Men thought like that, didn't they?

  She decided she'd call Dave and invite him to have sex with her. But when she entered her office where she operated as a sole practice as a public accountant, both of her assistants required her advice and the receptionist was waving urgent messages.

  Almost an hour later Nicola's phone went.

  "Hi it's Dave."

  Nicola's heart almost fell out of her chest.

  Oh god, he'd be chasing her for sex. She wouldn't know what to say. She had to say something. "Oh thanks for lunch."

  "You thanked me inside the cafe and out on the sidewalk?"

  "Oh did I?"

  He ignored that and said he'd found her behavior that day a little unusual, in fact quite scary.

  Oh for goodness sake, what was scary about her body? Her breasts had no more than usual sag and her pussy looked, as far as she could tell, almost cute. She shaved it regularly and her upper thighs remained
firm.

  "Have I shocked you Nicola? Am I off course? I thought you might have been emotionally disturbed or something."

  Blood was racing through her, stiffening her breasts and engorging her pussy lips.

  "Nicola please say something."

  "I want sex Dave."

  There she'd said it and now would follow the rejection.

  But Dave was okay. He said he was hoping he'd not misinterpreted the situation. "I often think of shafting you Nicola."

  "What with a hand on your dick?"

  God was that her talking?

  She heard him laugh and say, "No but I will from now on in the understanding you'd not find that offensive but you must understand I find this scary because your husband is a police sergeant. I have no desire to have a .45 slug fired up my ass or whatever the police brutality squad do under orders."

  "You're being unduly pessimistic Dave. We would be too smart to be caught, wouldn't we?"

  "Enough of that Nicola. We are on the phone. Let's have lunch at Julie's Place tomorrow"

  "That boring cafe? Virtually only old people eat there."