The Rougher Explicit Collection of Stories Box Set Compilation

by Amira Bradford

  "What happened to our threesome?" Colin asked between kisses.

  Electricity zinged through my body as his mouth once again slid down my neck, kissing and nibbling a trail down to the base of my throat, where he bit and sucked my tender flesh.

  "I don't think..." I replied, fighting to control my voice. "I don't think Amanda actually realized we were serious."

  "That's too bad," he said, grinning mischievously, "but I guess we'll make do." His hand cupped one of my breasts, massaging it through my shirt and bra. I closed my eyes in rapture and my breathing grew shallow. Suddenly, he pulled away and my eyes flew open. "Wha—" I began, confused, only to be interrupted by Colin tugging at my shirt. I almost helped him pull it over my head, when I remembered where we were and decided against exposing myself so readily. Instead, I swiftly unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. His hand returned to caressing my breast through the thin barrier of my shirt for a moment, before pulling my tank top down low enough to expose the bare flesh and covering my nipple with the wet warmth of his mouth.

  The blood in my veins felt like liquid fire as my back arched, pressing my breast farther into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the darkened areola, and I gasped when he rolled my hardened nipple between his teeth sending mixed signals of both pleasure and pain racing through my body. When he finally released my nipple, the shock of the cool air made me shudder against him, teasing the hard ridge of flesh resting against my leg. Colin groaned softly as he rolled away from me again. I made as though to follow him, but found myself suddenly flat on my back once more and throwing my head back in exquisite pleasure as out of nowhere, he dragged my vibrator back across my breast. I had completely forgotten I had tucked the little toy in my bra when I changed into my PJs, and I realized he must have discreetly pocketed it when he was busy torturing my breasts.

  I swallowed a moan as he grazed my nipple with the vibrator again. Then he kissed me fleetingly and whispered in my ear, "Flip over."

  I did just as he asked, and then did him one better by pulling my leopard print shorts to my knees and skillfully removing my lacy black underwear and tossing it in the direction of my bra. I could hear him unzipping his shorts behind me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of khaki top off the growing pile of clothing on the floor.

  He sighed with pleasure as he pressed his rock-hard dick into my ass. My tight little hole resisted his efforts at first, but he wasted no time and merely slipped forward, thrusting into my dripping wet cunt to effectively lubricate his dick. When he pressed the head of his cock against my asshole once more, he slid inside me easily.

  "Ohhh..." I moaned, shuddering uncontrollably around his pistoning cock. Colin grabbed my hips with his hands, pulling himself deeper inside of me. After a few more long hard thrusts, he pulled out of my ass and sunk into my pussy. I gasped and rocked my hips back against him, driving the head of his cock right into my G-spot. Biting back a scream of ecstasy, I focused on the feel of him inside my pussy, completely naked.

  "You feel...so good," I whispered shakily. It was as though I could feel absolutely every ridge of his dick as he thrust inside my tight cunt. Soon though, he realized he was reaching the danger zone and pulled out of me yet again.

  "You wanna roll back over and do this a bit more traditionally now?" he asked as he dug in his shorts for a condom and swiftly took care of protection. I grinned wickedly at him from over my shoulder, and rolled onto my back and spread my legs. He leaned over me, lining up his cock with my pussy, and I reached up, took his face between my hands and kissed him fiercely, delving my tongue into his mouth. As he plunged inside me, my pussy clutched tightly around him, and my gasp was lost in our kiss.

  Rhythmically, he glided in and out of me with long, steady thrusts. I bucked against him, driving him deeper inside me than ever before, meeting him thrust for thrust. I clawed at his shirt, yanking it over his head, and relished the warmth of his bare flesh underneath my hands as I held him close. He seemed to notice my urgency.

  "You wanna get on top?" he finally offered. Usually, I turned him down, but tonight...I kissed him hard in response, pushed him up, back, and over on his back, and positioned myself above him. Slowly, I lowered down onto his erect cock. On the air mattress, I had enough room to straddle him comfortably on my knees, which allowed me to ride him in earnest. Bouncing up and down on his cock, I stifled another moan as he stroked my G-spot deep inside me. I leaned forward to press a quick kiss to his lips before I leaned all the way back, threw my hands out behind me to catch myself, and drove him into me at a whole new angle.

  "Oh God, Colin..." I breathed as I rode him feverishly.

  "Dear," he interrupted. "At this pace, you are going to break off my penis." I slowed, smiling sheepishly. I rolled off of him and lay back innocently.

  "I'm sorry, dear," I said quietly. "It's just...I want you inside me so badly. I can't get enough of you."

  He grinned mischievously back at me, kneeling over me again. "Oh? Is that so?" He sunk into my cunt swiftly, and I bucked wildly against him. He plunged into me again and again, sinking in so far that his balls slapped against my ass with each thrust. The intensity of our fucking was incredible; I didn't think it could possibly get any better. That is, until he brought out my little friend to play once more.

  Colin slipped the vibrator between us and teased my clit with the buzzing toy, sending shocks of pleasure sparking along every nerve in my body. Coupled with his fervent thrusting, the sensations proved too much for me. My pussy soon clenched around him tightly and my hips arched completely off the mattress as the waves of my climax suddenly crescendoed and he rode me through the most powerful orgasm of my life.

  Miraculously, he did not lose himself to his own climax, and he continued drive his dick into my cunt to the hilt with growing speed. Dazed though I was and gasping for air, I did have enough presence of mind to wrap my legs around him tightly, forcing him even deeper inside of me. My hand reached down between us and took control of the vibrator still teasing my clit mercilessly. As I tortured the little nub of nerves and Colin's dick rammed repeatedly into my G-spot, I searched frantically for his lips with my own. I kissed him hard as my free hand grabbed his ass roughly, which only renewed the frenzy of his thrusts. My breathing soon grew harsh and ragged, and I bucked against him frantically, trembling as second orgasm sent me spiraling over the edge. My pussy convulsed around his dick in the aftershocks, yet he still managed to hold on.

  "Oh yeah...Fuck me," I purred in low voice.

  "God, yeah," he grunted in reply. Pulling back for a moment, he hoisted my legs over his shoulders. Then he slammed into my cunt even deeper than before as spasms continued to wrack my body from the overload of sensations.

  Unbelievably, I was climbing towards a third orgasm when Colin impaled me with his cock at the peak of his own. I could feel his muscles bunching beneath my fingers as he froze, shuddering slightly as he came inside of me. I milked him for all he was worth, my own cataclysmic aftershocks still shaking me freely. Then he collapsed against me, both of us panting and sweaty in the aftermath.

  I kissed his forehead gently, and just lay in his arms, catching my breath. And I realized, for the first time all week, I had finally managed to beat the heat.

  The End.

  Patience and Self-control

  Abigail didn't know it was possible to fall in love so quickly. Yet here she was falling deeper and deeper in love with him. Jonathan was quite unlike anyone she'd ever met. He spoke with such confidence and authority; his sexy southern accent practically melted her whenever he called. His creative mind impressed her even though it sometimes kept her off balance. Her feelings for him were disconcerting, yet strangely comforting at the same time. Did he have some kind of magical control over her? Was he right for her? Abigail was past caring; she loved him and that was enough for her ... at least for now.

  While the idea of hiking the Shenandoah National Park during the summer wasn't too appealing, Abigail was thrilled at hi
s impromptu invitation. It was an opportunity to be with him again and this would easily offset any discomfort a little hike might bring.

  Upon arriving at the park, they set out upon the Deadening Nature trail and headed off to explore the wilderness. They walked leisurely through the forest, talking and enjoying each other's company. Abigail actually found the canopy of tall oak trees quite comforting. It created a rather romantic atmosphere and served to temper the stifling summer heat.

  After walking for several hours, Abigail asked, "Could we take a break?"

  "Of course," he replied.

  He spied a nice little clearing about 50 yards off the main trail. He walked hand-in-hand with Abigail to that location. After taking off his daypack, he withdrew a blanket for them to sit upon.

  "You think of everything," Abigail said playfully.

  He just smiled, handing her a bottle of cold water.

  "Thank you," she said.

  They sat and talked for what seem liked hours, neither of them in a hurry to go any further. 'This place was wonderful,' she thought. He sensed her daydreaming and placed his hand onto hers. She blushed, realizing he was staring at her.

  Looking intently into her beautiful green eyes, he asked, "Abigail, do you trust me?"

  "Implicitly," she replied.

  "Good," he said, grinning.

  He rose from the blanket, extending his outstretched arms to her. Abigail took his hands and joined him.

  "Close your eyes?" he asked.

  She did as he requested, wandering what his intentions might be. He retrieved a wide strip of black velvet material from the daypack and proceeded to place it securely around her eyes.

  "Now open your eyes," he said.

  "I can't see a blessed thing," she responded. She instinctively brought her hands up to her eyes.

  "Stop!" he commanded.

  "Okay," she said softly, sensing a bit of anger in his voice.

  "Are you sure you trust me?" he asked again.

  "Yes darling, I love and trust you completely," she replied.

  "Okay Abigail, let's see. Extend both of your arms directly in front of you," he instructed.

  Without hesitation, Abigail did as asked. It only took her a few seconds to realize what was being placed around her wrists... handcuffs. She heard clicking sounds as the metal objects tightened around her. Secured and blindfolded, she began questioning her judgment.

  Abigail felt a hand grasp the chain between the cuffs. A gentle pull prompted her to slowly walk in that direction. After a short distance, the pulling stopped. She felt his hands securing something to the handcuffs. Then without warning, her arms were suddenly raised above her head. She staggered backward as the pulling continued. Momentarily puzzled, Abigail soon figured out what had transpired; she had been tied to a large tree.

  'How well did she know this man after all?' she thought. A shiver of fear went through her body as she pondered her situation.

  "Jonathan?" Abigail asked apprehensively.

  Silence was all Abigail heard in response to her plea. She could neither see nor hear him, but was certain he was there. She could sense his presence. His eyes were upon her, watching her intently. Momentarily, she felt his breath on her face ... yes, he was close indeed. His beard tickled her cheeks as it brushed her. By the location of his breath, she knew his lips must be very close to hers. She desperately yearned for him to kiss her and diminish her fears. But the anticipated kiss did not come.

  The dreadful silence made Abigail increasingly nervous. Her legs began to tremble slightly. 'Why wasn't he speaking to me,' she wondered. All she could hear was a faint rummaging sound. She wondered what he might be trying to find.

  Her mind snapped back to reality from a tugging on her white cotton blouse. She felt the top of her blouse being pulled forward. Then a cool pointed metallic object was placed against her skin. It slowly traced the "V" of her neckline. On the second pass, the object paused at the bottom of the "V" and quickly vanished. As the pressure on her blouse relaxed, she realized the top button had been removed. She felt the metallic object touch her chest, parting the material and exposing the top portion of her breasts.

  The next button of Abigail's blouse was pulled forwarded and it too was removed, opening her blouse even further. By now, Abigail had registered the metallic object to be a knife of some sort. Wild, vivid images raced through her mind as he methodically cut each button from her blouse. She wished he would say something, anything, but silence was all she received.

  Abigail's chest heaved as he parted her blouse with the knife. Her breasts rose and fell with each labored breath. He began tracing the outline of her bra. She squirmed nervously as the pointed edge traversed her bosom. Meticulously, he traced the top and bottom curves of her breasts before resting the blade in the center of her chest. With a quick flick, the lacy material was cut through. Abigail's breasts were completely exposed as the flimsy material fell to her sides.

  A bead of sweat trickled its way down her chest. Abigail felt the knife tip as it lightly trailed across her skin, following the path of the droplet. Instead of proceeding downward in pursuit, it stopped in the middle of her chest. Once again, she breathed nervously, feeling it traverse her breast. As the knife tip circled her areola, she took in a deep breath. Unable to hide her excitement, Abigail sighed as the backside of the blade glided lightly across her nipple. The strange but highly erotic touch caused it to harden instantly.

  He continued to tease her, gliding the knife back and forth across her nipples. When she felt his hot breath exhale upon her tender flesh, she wanted him to take a nipple into his warm mouth and suck it. Abigail's legs trembled but not from fear. His assiduous attention to her sensitive buds began to drive her crazy.

  Abigail felt his breath trail slowly down her abdomen. Thinking he must be directly before her, she stretched out her leg, trying to touch him.

  SMACK! echoed through the trees as his hand struck her leg.

  "Ouch," she yelped, her leg stinging from the impact.

  Afterward, she felt the knife upon her skin once again. This time he traced the outline of her day hiker shorts. The metallic object trailed ever so slowly around her waistline and then around each leg. As the knife touched her inner thighs, she noticed the knife point wasn't being used. While still metallic and hard, the surface felt blunt, smooth and rounded.

  He rubbed the knife atop the cotton fabric, progressing its way up her inner thigh. As it passed between her legs, he slid the knife back and forth in an agonizingly slow manner.

  "Ohhhh," she moaned softly as the knife's handle passed between her pussy lips.

  The sensation was quite intense, however brief, as the knife proceeded across and down her opposite thigh. Shortly, she felt the material of her shorts being pulled outward and the warm steel blade sliding underneath. He pulled the knife upward and the material began to give way.

  As the knife scissored its way up the outside of her leg and across her hip, she thought, 'Oh my God, he is literally cutting the shorts off my body.' In a likewise fashion, the other side soon succumbed to the knife. As the final upward thrust was made, the front part of her shorts fell to the ground. Once again, Abigail felt vulnerable and certainly exposed.

  With her panty clad ass resting against the tree, Abigail began to ponder upon her situation. Deep down, she didn't believe herself to be in danger; nevertheless, she wasn't comfortable being in such a vulnerable position. Her 'what if' scenarios ceased as she felt his hot breath upon her loins. He sniffed her panties, inhaling the scent of her womanhood. 'God, he's just mere inches from my sex,' she thought.

  As he slid the knife's handle between her panty-covered pussy lips, Abigail squirmed. God, she loved the sensation. With each inward stroke, the knife handle bumped her clit, sending jolts of electricity racing through her body. She squirmed from of the sheer pleasure it brought her. Her breathing became labored as her moaning increased. Each pass of the knife took her closer and closer to the top.


  Without warning or reason, he stopped.

  Abigail thrust her pelvis forward hoping to feel the knife's handle. Her efforts proved fruitless as it was nowhere to be found. Her mind raced uncontrollably, thinking and questioning: 'Why is he doing this to me?'; 'Surely he could tell that I was about to come?'; 'Why is he denying me?'

  "Why?" she blurted out frustratingly.

  She waited impatiently for an answer but an answer wasn't forthcoming. His actions were perturbing but his silence even more so. Normally, the sounds of nature would have been comforting but now they only infuriated her even more.

  "Jonathan?" she asked insistently.

  There was a long pregnant pause before he responded.

  "Patience," he asserted.

  "Patience?" she grumbled, replaying a number of conversations they had had regarding patience.

  The familiar feeling of the knife returned. He traced a line down the outside of each thigh before returning to the edge of her hip hugger panties. He carefully slid the knife under the edge of the white lace-trimmed material and proceeded to cut through it like it was butter. The opposite side fell shortly thereafter and the two halves fell to the ground. For the most part, Abigail was now completely naked before him.

  He paused again. Later, she heard faint noises again prior to his breath returning to her face. Suddenly, something cold touched her lips, briefly startling her. Her tongue seized the opportunity to touch it, and quickly assessed it to be ice. The coolness was refreshing as some of the liquid pooled on her tongue.

  "Umm," she moaned, enjoying a pithy taste.

  Holding the ice cube to her lips, he allowed her to suck on it, drawing in even more of the vitalizing fluid. He traced her lips with the ice cube, making several passes before trailing the cube along her jaw line. The ice began melting as he ran it slowly down her neck and across her throat. Cold droplets of water fell onto Abigail's chest and cascaded down her tummy.