The Rougher Explicit Collection of Stories Box Set Compilation

by Amira Bradford

  "That too," commanded Dr. Huttenlocker. Cynthia slowly reached behind her back to unhook the bra. She let it fall to the floor. Marvin saw that her breasts were small but full and firm, with rose-colored nipples.

  "Now, you have touched Marvin. I want you to let Marvin touch you. I want you to do this," Dr Huttenlocker said, as she climbed aboard Marvin's chair, straddling him. Marvin could feel the fur of her pubis as it pressed against his throbbing shaft. She moved to the side and placed the nipple of her right breast against Marvin's lips.

  "I want you to let him do this." she said as she pressed her breast into Marvin's mouth. "Suck it, Marvin," she said. "Suck it like a good little baby."

  Marvin sucked, like a very good, very hungry little baby.

  Dr. Huttenlocker moaned in pleasure. She seemed to be enjoying her work as much as Marvin was enjoying his. She rubbed her tit back and forth in his mouth before sliding over to offer Marvin the left breast, which he treated in the same fashion.

  "You can take pleasure from a man. You do not always have to be the one to give. Sex can be ecstasy, Cythnia. It doesn't have to be painful, the way it was for you." Dr Huttenlocker kissed Marvin on the cheek as she slid off him.

  "Now I want you to try," she told Cynthia. "After all, you are going to have to do this for your baby one day. Try it now. See how it feels. He can't hurt you. He can't grab you. He is strapped to a chair."

  Cynthia nodded and climbed aboard the chair, straddling Marvin, her denim jeans pressing against his naked balls. She lifted her left breast and placed it in Marvin's mouth.

  Marvin sensed that he should go more slowly than with the eager Dr. Huttonlocker, so he slowly traced his tongue around Cynthia's nipple, feeling it become erect in his mouth as he nibbled on it.

  He took more of Cynthia's breast in his mouth as she grabbed the top of the chair and pressed herself more tightly against him, rubbing her breast up and down in his mouth.

  She was soon moaning like Dr. Huttenlocker. Quickly she grabbed his head and forced his mouth over her other breast, riding him as though he were fucking her. The bare skin of her torso felt cool and soft against his own flesh, as she bounced on his lap and ground herself into him.

  "Very good, Cynthia. Very, very good. I think we can go even further than we thought today. I want you to try taking him in your mouth."

  Cynthia stopped in her rocking motion and looked fearfully at Dr. Huttenlocker. "I can't. I don't think I'm ready for that," she said.

  "I know what they made you do, Cynthia. But the act can be beautiful. Here, let me show you how."

  Cynthia climbed off Marvin, and Dr Huttlenlocker knelt before him, holding his aching organ up for examination with her thumb and index finger. "You have to lick them here, Cynthia," Dr. Huttenlocker said, indicating the underside of Marvin's shaft and the sensitive spot right beneath the helmet. If you lick them here, they are powerless. They will just lie back and let you work your will on them, even if they are not strapped down the way Marvin is. Here, I will show you."

  Dr Huttenlocker held Marvin's prick out for Cynthia's examination, as she licked up and down the length of it. "It is fun to lick their balls too. You can take them right in your mouth," she told Cynthia as she ran her tongue over Marvin's balls. She quickly took the right and then the left one in her mouth, sucking them and running her tongue over them.

  "Of course the most fun is to take them all the way inside, like this," she said, and she engulfed Marvin's prick in her mouth, her practiced tongue working its magic on Marvin. His whole body felt ready to explode. But he tried to save himself for Cynthia, despite the fact that this was the very first time a woman had ever taken him inside any part of her body. He knew Dr. Huttenlocker would want him to wait.

  He was thankful that he was in the hands of a trained professional. He did not explode in Dr. Huttenlocker's mouth as he feared he would. Dr. Huttenlocker finally took her mouth off of him and told Cynthia, "Of course the most delicious part is when they squirt in your mouth. It is so warm and yummy. But I want to save that for you. It is your turn now."

  Dr. Huttenlocker began rubbing Marvin's organ down with a damp cloth. "I am just cleaning him for you. Don't want you catching any colds from me. Of course, you don't have to worry about Marvin. He has been thoroughly tested for all relevant diseases. You won't get anything from him. Now go ahead. I know you can do this, Cynthia."

  Cynthia knelt before Marvin, but looked back at Dr. Huttenlocker uncertainly.

  Dr. Huttenlocker came around behind Cynthia and placed her hands on the timid woman's shoulders.

  "I know what they made you do, Cynthia. I know what you must be feeling. But you can do this, Cynthia. You have to do this, or you'll never get better," Dr Huttenlocker whispered in Cynthia's ear.

  Dr. Huttenlocker's silky smooth blond tresses were now thoroughly mixed with Cynthia's scraggly dark hair and her breasts were pressed against Cythnia's naked back. Marvin could barely tell where one woman's body began and the other's ended.

  "Just take the tip in your mouth, Cynthia. I will be right here with you. He can't hurt you. He is strapped to the chair," Dr. Huttenlocker whispered, and Cynthia began to lower her head upon Marvin's upright prick. Marvin thought he saw Dr. Huttenlocker flick her tongue in the young woman's ear and then briefly take her earlobe into her mouth. Sexologists must have a fairly liberal code of professional ethics, Marvin thought.

  An electric charge seemed to go through Marvin's body as Cynthia lowered her mouth upon his organ. He was finally going to spend himself inside a woman's body, and he was glad that the first time was going to be with Cynthia. He felt her hurt, truly liked this young woman.

  "Now glide your way down him," Dr. Huttenlocker breathed, her tongue never leaving Cythnia's earlobe.

  Cynthia glided down him, and her breasts brushed against Marvin's naked thighs on the downstroke.

  "Again," said Dr Huttenlocker, and Cynthia plunged her mouth down on him again. Cynthia grabbed his throbbing organ with her right hand. He could feel her fingernails scratching their way down his shaft and over his balls as she began to bob up and down on his engorged prick.

  Cynthia seemed to really be getting into it now as she plunged up and down on his prick. Her right hand now enclosed his balls, which she squeezed intermittently as she sucked him. He could feel her sharp fingernails tracing their way around his balls, as she played with them like Rafael Nadal deciding which tennis ball to serve.

  She took her mouth off Marvin's prick for a minute, gave him a mischievous smile and then lowered her mouth to his balls, her tongue tracing their way around them as she took them in her mouth alternately and sucked them gently.

  Marvin wished he could reach down and stroke her hair, but his arms were strapped tightly to the chair.

  She slowly traced her tongue over the front of his balls, up his shaft and then plunged Marvin into her mouth once again.

  This time there was no gentleness as she sucked Marvin like a famished infant at its mother's breast and squeezed Marvin's balls in her right hand.

  Marvin arched into her as best he could in his shackled position, as Cynthia continued to move her mouth and tongue rapidly up and down his prick.

  Soon Dr. Huttenlocker was behind her again, resting her breasts against the girl's back protectively and licking her ear as the girl sucked more wildly on Marvin's prick.

  Finally, Marvin's whole body went taut, and his legs locked in muscular tension as he came in Cynthia's mouth in a torrent that was unlike anything he had ever experienced before his in life. He seemed to come forever, but Cynthia did not release him from her mouth until every drop was spent.

  She smiled at him when she finally came off him, his cum dripping from her cheek, and she looked at Dr. Huttenlocker and grinned. Both women laughed in delight.

  Marvin sank back in his chair, his body glowing from head to toe. And to think that his high school guidance counselor had told him that he would happiest in a career as a city planner.
/>   No, if he was certain of one thing in life, it was this. He had definitely made the right career choice at last.

  The End.

  My Brother's Lover

  I was washing my hair, bent over the bath as I felt a pair of arms slide around my waist and lift me a few centimetres off the floor. "Oh!" I gasped, wriggling in the arms of my boyfriend and throwing the handful of soapy water in my hands at his grasp, "you do pick your times, don't you?!"

  He laughed, the low growling timbre of his voice hot against my neck as he loosened his hold to let me down to floor-level whilst keeping his arms loosely hooked around my body. "I don't know, there's something very cute about you with bubbly hair," he whispered in my ear, before giving me a playful swat on my ass and letting me go.

  I was staying at his for the first time in our short relationship so far and was enjoying it enormously - the only fly in the ointment was the fact that, like him enormously as I did, I was beginning to realise that that was it - I liked him. I wasn't about to fall in love with him and I very much doubted I could, lovely as he was, he just didn't have the -pow- factor that I needed to get me to fall head over heels for someone. I sighed, and continued to wash my hair, rinsing the shampoo out and sliding conditioner through the strands as I became conscious of someone standing behind me. Assuming it was Greg, I smiled into the bath and held out my hand to take his. Feeling fingers sliding around my proffered hand, I continued to wash my hair clean before a very different, yet strangely familiar, voice to his began to say in a wryly amused voice; "well, it's not often I find strange women washing their hair in my parents house, that's for sure...". I whipped my hand away and flicked my hair out of my face in surprise, inadvertently splattering both me and the strange man, who - oh, SHIT - it appeared was Greg's brother.

  "Oh, God - I didn't think anyone else was here - " I began, only realising as I spoke that if he didn't know who I was, this would just incriminate me further... "I mean... I'm here with Greg, I take it you're his brother?" Much better.

  His brows raised, and he looked me up and down, only now did it cross my mind that we were standing much too close and the realisation sent a flutter of awareness down my spine as his lip quirked and he opened his mouth to speak. "You don't really look like my brother's type, that's for sure..." he said to me, his hands on his hips.

  "Oh really? And what type is that, exactly..?" I responded, realising too late that the flirtatious tone in my voice was blatantly obvious to the most thick skinned of people, and this man did not strike me as particularly obtuse. His brows raised, but he didn't seem particularly put out, as he suddenly grabbed my hips and lowered his head to meet mine. The shock of the kiss sent shivers through my bones as I arched my back towards him and looped my arms around his neck before I realised what I was doing and pulled away, barely five seconds after the kiss started but out of breath and red cheeked.

  He was looking at me with a smile on his face, his hands still on my hips as we stared at each-other.

  "Well," he said softly, "my brother doesn't normally go for my type, so I don't get the urge to kiss them quite like that..."

  His words reminded me forcefully of the situation we'd created, and I pulled away from him, running my fingers through my wet hair as I turned my back on him and switched the water off. "That didn't happen, okay?" I said with my back still turned away from him and I could feel him moving closer towards me with every cell in my body - God help me, but I wanted to feel his lips on mine again. I was so close to turning around and taking away any credibility to my words when I heard Greg in the doorway.

  "Oh, hey, James..." he said, surprised. "I didn't realise you were staying here tonight as well," he continued, his voice trailing off slightly as he noted how closely we were standing. "I see you've met Fran, then..."

  "Yes," James replied, and as I turned around from the bath, he was walking out the door. "I'd say we're quite well acquainted now, wouldn't you?" he directed at me, throwing a wink over Greg's shoulder. I glared at him and then focussed my attention on my boyfriend, his brother! Oh, my God - what was I even thinking of? I couldn't do this to Greg, and honestly, I shouldn't even have come tonight, knowing as I did that the relationship was doomed to failure. I closed my eyes against his face, lined with confusion at the situation I'd put him in.

  "Greg, listen - we need to talk."

  -x-

  Unfortunately, having broken up with him, he was my ride home so as I packed my belongings to return to the city, I was preparing mentally for an incredibly awkward journey as I became aware of someone standing in the doorway behind me. Knowing from earlier that the one person who could make me so aware of their movements was not the man I had just dumped, I stiffened before he even said anything.

  "Yes?" I snapped, as I sensed him moving closer towards me, and jumped out of my skin as he placed his hands on my hips. "Just what do you think you're doing?"

  "You didn't need to break up with him, you know - but I take it I was a big motivator in that decision, right?" James said, letting go of my hips and standing back a little. I crossed my arms over my chest and turned around.

  "Well, you don't say? I don't normally go around letting my boyfriend's brothers kiss me," I told him, trying to inject a little bit of sternness into my tone but failing miserably. I guess it was a testament to the sizzling atmosphere between us that it somehow managed to come out flirtatiously - I closed my eyes and shook my head, giving up on any kind of moral high ground attempt. "Honestly, it wasn't you - I just knew things weren't right and what happened just proved it."

  He shook his head and took a step closer to me again, "Fran."

  "What?"

  "I know I must seem a total ass for kissing you, but honestly, I'd do it again. I don't normally go around kissing girls my brother's dating, you know..." he shook his head, and ran his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes for a second, "but I guess you don't believe that."

  I considered for a moment. I mean, yeah - the guy was obviously a bit of a jerk if he was still trying to come on to me but really - I couldn't be imagining the electric heat between us, and if he was a jerk... what did that make me? Honestly - he didn't strike me as a bad guy, if you ignored the fact that he was even making me think about this, but insane as it might sound... I believed him. I didn't think he did this regularly.

  My body relaxed slightly and I took a deep breath in, closing my eyes as I opened my mouth to talk before being interrupted. "Greg's gone, by the way," he told me.

  My eyes snapped open in shock, "what?!" I asked sharply. "He can't have, he's my ride!"

  "He asked me to take you back tomorrow - incidentally, he guessed what had happened," James said, a note of wry amusement in his voice, which was somewhat at odds with the guilt that I could see in his eyes. "He was a bit pissed, I think it's fair to say..."

  "Oh, God - that's awful," I muttered, before something else he'd said sunk into my brain. "You mean - we're spending the night here, together?"

  "Yeah," he replied, then understanding lightened his gaze. "Not together as in, together - but you know..." his hands moved to my hips again and he kept looking in my eyes, moving slowly as if waiting for me to say stop - but, God help me, although I knew I should halt him... I didn't. I let his hands move over my hips and his body slowly get closer to mine until our hips were touching and if I leant forward just a bit our lips would meet and we'd be kissing.

  Our eyes were glued together and I knew how easy it would be to succumb to the heat burning me up and lower my eyelashes and let our mouths join, but I shouldn't - I really shouldn't, but, oh - my eyelashes closed and his mouth brushed my lips gently, so gently that I let out a soft sigh and his mouth attacked mine passionately, our tongues fitting sensuously together and his hands holding my hips against his, no sound in the room apart from the soft kisses that he moved down my neck as his hand quickly unzipped the shift dress I was wearing. The metallic clinks made me pause for a second and brought reality home but, oh God, as his mou
th moved over my neck and over the hollow in my shoulder I moved even closer to him and let the dress slide over my body and land in a heap of fluid material on the floor.

  I didn't know how it had reached this point so quickly, but I knew that we only had tonight and we had to make the most of it - this was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so right that as I pulled his t-shirt over his head and brought his bare torso to mine, skin against skin, all I wanted was to feel him inside me and I didn't care whose brother he was, much less that Greg probably knew exactly what we were doing right now.

  His body was hot against my skin, his jeans already halfway down his legs and his heavy shaft poking a tent inside his black boxers, as I pulled him backwards onto the bed and we toppled down, him on me and my legs open as the shape of his erection nudged between my legs and I wanted him deeper, much deeper.

  His mouth was wet on my neck and I opened my eyes, the white ceiling feeling so alien as we writhed on the bed, his hands pulling off my panties as he freed his erection from the fabric and the tip of his cock was pressed against my wet pussy, beginning to slip inside as he groaned and thrust his hips forward. He leant back and took hold of my legs and bent them back, my spine bending to open my hips totally to allow him access. He slid totally inside me, slowly now, the fiery rush we'd burnt up to get to this point forgotten for the moment - just me and him, his cock stretching me wide open as i felt it throbbing inside me. He looked down over my body, his eyes devouring my skin before they reached the sight of him deep inside me, our hips meeting as our bodies merged into one. He let out a soft moan and slid out of me almost completely before slamming inside me, fast and hard as the fire burnt me up again and I let out a cry, "James, please," as he fucked me now, holding my legs back as his hips jackhammered into mine and the sound was loud in the quiet room.

  Sounds were tearing out of his throat as I moaned loudly, so close now to orgasm but not quite able to slip over the edge until he lowered his hand to my clit and began to massage it, hard and quickly as his thumb beat a pattern into my brain as I shook and screamed out his name as I came hard, my pussy contracting around his cock as he thrust one last, hard time and groaned loudly and harshly into my ear as he came, the condom ballooning inside me as his body shuddered in the aftermath.