The Rougher Explicit Collection of Stories Box Set Compilation

by Amira Bradford

  After a few minutes, Norma arose from the chair. He supposed he should contact the police, the project Blue Book people or maybe even the Globe and warn them about the danger. As if they would believe him. More likely, he would end his days in some loony bin, painting seascapes and drooling as he shuffled unsteadily down some pastel-colored corridor in his open-back hospital pajamas.

  He walked out of his house aimlessly, headed vaguely in the direction of the police station as he considered his options. Suddenly, he noticed his neighbor leaning over the fence and beckoning him. It was Helga Anderson, and her breasts were magnificently tanned as they dangled over the pickets. As was only neighborly, Norman ambled across the lawn to talk to her. As he drew nearer, he could see that something had definitely changed about Helga. Her skin seemed to glow. Her blond hair seemed longer and fuller than it had ever been, her breasts even larger than he remembered. When he came within reaching distance, she touched his arm, and he once again felt the familiar electric charge surge through his body. He became instantly erect, throbbing with the need for better communion with his neighbor. The irises of the Helga-thing's eyes began to spiral, and he gazed into them transfixed. Perhaps he was being too hasty about this police business, he thought. Our new nonhuman friends have much to offer us. All we really need to do is drink our grapefruit juice regularly (and in great quantities). Surely, that would not be too great a price to pay for fabulous relations with our neighbors and friends (although as Norman tongued his cheek, he realized that he would have to do something about all the canker sores this juice drinking was giving him). He smiled back at the Helga-thing. Yes, this was going to be a fine new world to live in, he thought, as he climbed over the fence, wrapped his arms around the Helga-thing, and began to escort her in the general direction of her house.

  The End.

  A Perfect Couple

  Paula and Bob, the perfect couple

  Paula woke up to feel the warm body of her husband at her back. She had a headache from drinking too much last night but as she closed her eyes to try and get some more sleep the phone rang.

  "Hello." She said gruffly.

  "Hi honey. You still in bed?" It was Bob, her husband.

  Aghast, she looked over her shoulder to see who was in bed with her. It was a black man, a nigger, as she always referred to black people. She dropped the phone.

  She quickly picked it up off the floor, to hear bob saying, "What happened, you okay honey?"

  "Yeah, I'm okay, I just dropped the phone. Where are you, are you coming home soon?" She had to know to get this situation sorted out. She was wide awake now, but everything was still fuzzy.

  "I'm still in San Francisco and probably won't be able to get away until tomorrow."

  Thank God she thought, there's time. But he was going on, "....so this thing is going to last longer than....." She didn't hear what he was saying, but trying to think of what had happened at Glenda's party last night.

  He was still talking, "......and with luck we'll be through tonight and I'll call you in the morning. Bye honey."

  "G'bye babe." She said as she hung up.

  She hadn't heard much of what he'd said except that he wouldn't be home until tomorrow morning. It had been a church thing at Glenda's but there'd been a lot of wine, and she'd got drunk. Someone had said she shouldn't drive, so this man, this black man had offered to drive her home.

  The minister, Cal, was changing things, trying to integrate the congregation, and had brought a black man, Clarence, in as assistant pastor to help things along. She and Bob were thinking of changing churches because they wanted nothing to do with niggers. They lived in a totally white part of Atlanta in a gated community. They'd never mixed with those people and never intended to.

  It started to come back to her now. As they drove she started to wonder if it was true what they said, that black men had big cocks. So she'd reached over and put her hand in his lap.

  "Please don't do that." He'd said

  She'd laughed and continued to feel around for his penis, finally finding a soft lump of flesh in his pants. He'd pushed her hand away. Who did he think he was, rejecting her, the homecoming queen at her college five years ago?

  Next thing she remembered was having her hand inside his pants and finding his penis, and as she caressed it it stated to swell.

  Clarence was having difficulty driving. "Please stop what you're doing." He said and tried to push her hand away.

  "That's more like it." She said as it started to harden in her hand.

  Next thing she remembered they'd pulled into the driveway and had stopped. She had his cock out and was trying to get her mouth on it.

  "Stop that!" He gave her a hard shove and got out of the car.

  He came around to her side and opened the door. Her skirt was hiked up over her thighs, and she turned toward him and opened her legs.

  "You wanna fuck me Clarence?"

  The rest was hazy, but she remembered him dragging her into the house and she'd gone limp in his arms. He must have carried her upstairs but nothing was clear from there. She'd clearly kissed him; kissed those thick lips that were so sensual. Then she recalled being on her back on the bed, legs wide open as he pounded her.

  She was still fully clothed except for her panties, and he had just taken his pants off, and he was fucking her hard. She felt his big cock stretching her and was loving it. She had always enjoyed fucking, but this was the first man she'd had since her marriage.

  Now she sat there in bed looking at this black skinned man. Black people had always repulsed her, but Clarence didn't, in fact he looked very handsome. She got up to take a pee, then instead of getting up got back into bed. She reached under the covers and found his now-soft penis.

  He woke up. "I gotta go to the bathroom."

  She told him where the master bathroom was and waited anxiously for him to come back. Then asked him to get back in bed with her. While she was up she'd taken an alka seltzer and was feeling better, and when he got back into bed she'd leaned over and kissed him.

  "I'm sorry about what happened, but you were persistent." He said

  "It was entirely my fault, but I think I enjoyed it – I was so drunk."

  They kissed again, but now a deeper, sexier, lots of tongue.

  "We shouldn't do this." He said. "This is wrong."

  "You mean because you're black and I'm white?" She asked him.

  "No, because I'm the assistant pastor at your church. I could be in a lot of trouble."

  She pulled away from him. "Look, I don't believe in the races mixing any more than I believe in people having sex with animals, but you caught me at the right moment last might."

  He started to get out of bed. "I don't need to hear any of that stuff. I think I'd better be going."

  "No, please. I'm sorry, I want it, I want you now. There's nothing racial about it, I want you as a man." At the same time she was thinking that if anyone saw this man coming out of her house her life as she knew it was over.

  He got back into bed slowly and they kissed again. "Where's your husband?"

  "He's in San Francisco until tomorrow."

  As they kissed his hand touched her thigh and moved over the top of her thigh-high stocking to the soft inner thigh.

  He pulled away, "You've still got your stockings on." He said with a smile.

  "Should I take them off?"

  "No I like the feel of them." He kissed her again, but this time the kiss was deep, all tongue.

  His searching fingers found her wet slit and slipped inside. With his mouth he found her breast, then her nipple, and fingering her clitoris and sucking on her breast he brought her close to orgasm while she moaned with pleasure.

  At the same time Paula fondled and stroked his fat hard manhood that was now dripping. The fondling and kissing went on until she had to have that big thing and she rolled over on her back and as he nestled between her legs the head of his penis found its mark and slipped into her.

  "Oh God, yes.
..yes...yes." She breathed and gave a deep sigh.

  Slowly he moved in and out of her vagina, her wetness lubricating her eager hole as his large penis moved like a piston in and out, gradually picking up speed until he was moving at a steady rhythm. She had never before known or enjoyed such sex. Her husband was really the only person she'd known for a long time, but he couldn't match this.

  She responded with rhythmical grunting and the occasional moan when he hit a sensitive spot and whispered and muttered obscene encouragement.

  "There, there, fuck me...gimme that big cock."

  Then, "Oh so good.....harder....faster..fuck me hard."

  Clarence too was enjoying their love making. This lovely woman had kept on at him last night, and as the new assistant pastor he knew that this was wrong. Finally he thought he'd resisted the temptation long enough, so when he'd carried her up to lay her on her bed and she lifted her skirt and pulled off her panties, he'd taken off his pants and laid down between her open legs.

  She'd reacted like an animal, a demanding animal. Their lovemaking was savage and overheated. Afterward he'd undressed and got into bed with her. He'd gone to sleep and slept soundly only to find her touching him again first thing in the morning.

  Now they were fucking again and again she was like an animal, having multiple orgasms until he finally ejaculated into her hot vagina. They lay together and she wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him.

  "So good. That was the best fuck I've ever had. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm." And he felt her squeeze his penis with her vaginal muscles.

  They lay together like that until they both started to fall asleep.

  He woke with a jerk. "I gotta get going."

  "I'll fix us some breakfast quickly." Paula said as they kissed then he rolled off her.

  They ate breakfast quickly and he said again he had to leave.

  "I'm sorry, but you can't be seen leaving here. I'll put the car in the garage, then we'll both get in it and drive out. The chances are you won't be seen." Paula said.

  The both went upstairs to put their clothes on. As they started to dress he looked up to see Paula bending over by the bed with her back to him, and between her thighs he could see he pubic hair. When he reached out and touched her bottom she stopped what she was doing, then moved her legs slightly apart.

  He got up and stood behind her then slipped a finger into her and she responded by falling forward on her knees on the bed, her back to him and legs spread. His penis was now fully erect and spread her open with his thumbs and pressed his penis into her sopping wet vagina which was already full of his sperm.

  Not a word had been said but she gasped as his large penis thrust deep into her. He gripped her hips in his strong hands and started to thrust hard and fast, with each deep thrust his scrotum and testicles slapped against her labia. This was giving her such intense pleasure that she cried out, almost in tears.

  Suddenly her back arched and she felt a series of spasms jerk her whole body in one huge climax, and her vaginal muscles grabbed his penis so fiercely that he started to ejaculate and shoot deep into her.

  For a few moments he held on to her hips, then released her and she continued to get dressed. Still not a word had been said. They both quickly dressed and Paula hastened downstairs, out the door and moved the car into the garage and closed the door again.

  They had a last cup of coffee before going out through the house to the garage. Even over coffee they hadn't said much because both of them were thinking about the future. How would they react when they met at a church functions? Could they meet again? Did they want to meet again?

  They got into the car but before Paula could start it Clarence leaned over and kissed her, his hand cupping her breast. Then his hand slipped under her skirt to touch her soft inner thigh.

  "I want to see you again." Paula said.

  "I'd like, no, love, that."

  "We couldn't meet in public."

  "I know." His fingers had found their way under the leg of her panties. He pulled his hand away and took a card from his wallet and gave it to her. "Call me."

  "I will." With the remote she opened the garage door and they drove out into the sunlight.

  Epilogue: Bob got home on Sunday morning, and after lunch went to play golf. When he came home he told Paula:

  "You know what Fred said? He said he saw you in town yesterday with a nigger in the car. I told him that wasn't funny, but he insisted it was you."

  "You're friend Fred is crazy." She told him, but she had an awful sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.

  The End.

  With Mrs. Cannon's Help

  "Womp!" was heard as the flying newspaper hit the aluminum screen door.

  I trudged along rolling the next newspaper and winged it at old Mr. Smith's porch. Here it is June. I just had my eighteenth birthday, graduated from high school and still delivered this damn newspaper route. I was accepted into college in the fall but I won't be able to pay for it with this lousy job. Still no word from the construction company that told me they needed help. And to make the whole situation worse I was still a virgin!

  I'd been out on dates and copped a feel a time or two, masturbated daily and sometimes twice but had never gone 'all the way'. I was constantly fantasizing about this one or that one. Who did I think I was???? Those girls would never give me a second look and if they ever knew I was still a virgin they'd laugh and make fun of me. I was still kicking my ass for not going along with Becky. She told me she would reward me very well if I'd let her wear my letter sweater. DUH well to her as I found later rewarding me well was a sweet roll in the hay. So there you have it, dorky me with a lousy job and no prospect of ever getting laid.

  The paper route at least kept gas in my car and that helped me deliver and collect for the paper. Collecting was a major pain, people weren't home, or they couldn't pay until they got paid etc, all in all a general pain in the ass. It was always a treat to collect at the Cannon's house. Mrs. Cannon was the best cook and always had a treat. Her daughter Patty was in my graduating class and a lot of fun to hang out with. She was a few months older than I. There were some sexy fun moments to being a paper boy, like the time Mrs. Beers came to the door in nothing but her husband's shirt and seeing the Lopez sisters sunbathing in two piece swim suits with their tops off. They of course were lying on their stomachs but I could fantasize.

  We were required to have a trained substitute so if we were sick or away on vacation someone was trained to deliver the paper. My sub was Mike who just got on with a ranch and would be leaving. I ran a help wanted add in the paper and the only reply I got was from a seventh grader that lived all the way across town. No way was I going across town to train a kid who probably wouldn't workout anyway. While collecting at the Cannon's I mentioned that I needed a substitute to Mr. Cannon and asked if he knew anyone in the neighbor hood that might be interested. He wasn't sure but would ask around.

  To my surprise as I came down the street the next morning delivering papers Patty was waiting for me in front of the Cannon house. She told me her Dad had mentioned that I needed a substitute and she would love to help out. I was very surprised. I told her that I appreciated it but just because we were friends she didn't have to do that. She insisted and told me the exercise would do her good. She was built like her Mom, medium height, dishwater blond hair, kind of a dumpy figure with large boobs and plump round ass. I agreed and away we went.

  It didn't take Patty long to learn the route. She knew the neighbor hood well and had a good memory. Tomorrow she would deliver the route and I would simply follow to make sure she had it down. After tomorrow if she did well she wouldn't have to walk with me every morning. I liked her company and made the job go faster.

  We met at the drop off station and she loaded the bags with the papers. To no surprise she didn't miss a delivery and even got finished in an hour and forty minutes, a very good time. As we finished she asked me to come to her house for breakfast. Her Mom was cooking. I didn't hesita
te and look forward to Patty's Mom's home cooked breakfast.

  We walked in and her Mom was just finishing the eggs and told us to sit down and make ourselves comfortable. The breakfast was delicious and so was the company. The Cannon's were very common folks, easy to talk to and pleasant to be around. As I finished my breakfast Mrs. Cannon asked when I would be coming to collect. I thought a moment and told her that it would be Wednesday evening. She told me she would have a treat for me. I looked forward to that.

  Wednesday evening I knocked on her door. Patty answered and welcomed me in. She was dressed like she was going out, a white sheer blouse that I could see her white bra through and black slacks that hugged her plump butt very nicely. She smelled so fresh and clean. Mrs. Cannon walked in the room and she also was dressed nicely in a light blue summer dress, sleeveless allowing a peak at her light blue lacy bra.

  "Wow!" I exclaimed. "Are you gals going out? You both look so nice!"

  They both smiled and Mrs. Cannon told me that this was part of my treat. I was confused. A treat at the Cannon's was always cake, cookies or ice cream.

  "What do you mean?" I asked.

  Mrs. Cannon in a very calm voice explained, "You have been so nice to us, so nice to Patty and befriended her when no one else gave her the time of day. I think you must be very popular in school and probably have dated many girls. I bet they love to be with you and I bet you know how to make love to them."

  I looked at her and then at Patty, "No Mam I'm afraid you have me all wrong. I have dated a few times but I am still a virgin." I was so embarrassed I blushed and stood before them.

  "Oh my, that's nothing to be embarrassed about so is Patty and I was going to see if you would like to be her first, now you can be each others firsts," Mrs. Cannon said with a bright smile. "That is if you would like to. Would you?" she asked.

  Was this really happening to me? Was I dreaming? "I really like you Patty and have thought of you in ways that excite me, what do you think?" I asked.