The Naughty Collection

by Ruby City Books

  “Now, I want you to lie down on the bed and ply her naked, pregnant body with kisses from head to toe...”

  Oh yeah, I thought, Steven was enjoying this immensely, and it was getting harder and harder by the minute to want to argue with his requests. Even Tyler, I think, was beginning to feel less threatened than he was aroused, pulling my body into him and beginning to kiss me passionately on the lips, the two of us making out with a vehemence that verged on shocking given the circumstances, aroused almost by the threat of my husband's presence, and Tyler's cock, I couldn't avoid noticing, expanding beneath the fabric of his shorts, pushing into me, and turning me on even worse than before.

  His lips, as instructed, affixed to every slick, engorged nook and crevice of my pregnant flesh, his tongue sliding in swirls across my body, his teeth sinking into my milk-filled tits and squeezing on my immense brown nipples, the pleasure I felt at his every oral effort turning me on beyond comprehension as he ravished me, and the presence of my husband, for the most part, seeming to fade from our minds as we wrapped up in one another's bodies, to the point that, completely unprompted and unlicensed to do so by Steven, Tyler reached his hand down between my thighs and pushed his fingers into my pregnant pussy, digging deep into me and manipulating me to an agonizing extent, causing me to moan with pleasure, to want to cry from the hormones, and to no longer give a damn what my husband or anyone else in the entire damn world thought about the situation. I squealed and cried and arched my spine as Tyler finger-fucked me into sweet, sweet oblivion, my entire body ravished by his glorious efforts and my head spinning like a top, ready to fly off at a moment's notice, the prospect of things escalating even further perhaps the only thing at all keeping me still alive at that agonizing moment.

  “Eat her pussy,” Steven then commanded from the corner, and I closed my eyes for a moment, my heart thudding in my ears as I struggled to still my nerves, waiting as Tyler clambered his way down along my body, and then feeling my eyelids spring open again, only to flutter shut again once more.

  Tyler's tongue swirled through me, pushing and lapping and circling, and once again it was like heaven returned to me after so many weeks of his absence from my gash, a reunion as grand as any that had ever occurred in the history of man. His lips squished greedily against those of my twat and his tongue pierced repeatedly into me, the warm hot palm of the thing hitting every sweet spot of my most feminine anatomy and causing me to tremble from fucking head to toe. If there was one thing this man knew it was how the fuck to lick a cunt, and he proved that at present with such glory, such expertise, that it was impossible to deny the sheer exquisiteness of his actions. His beautiful head worked and nodded in a series of steady, agonizing pumps, and my thighs began to close in on him as he devoured me, sinking in around him as though to crush him like a fucking vice, to absorb him fully into myself and make him a part of me, my body racked with the agonizing sensations of his splendid efforts, and my eyes, as he worked up against my clitoris, shooting wide open as sin.

  Orgasm began to race through my body in circuits, a climax that was almost shockingly pleasurable, perhaps intensified to some degree or another by the tension of the situation and the presence of my husband in the room, stars flashing before my eyes and my toes curling into themselves, moans shooting up from my chest so loudly that I'm surprised our neighbors didn't come knocking on the front door asking to keep it down, or else to make sure that none of us happened to be fucking dying in here...

  And as I came, as my head spun and as I screamed and creamed like a fucking banshee, it was impossible not to notice my husband over there in the corner, Steven sitting there with his cock whipped out into the open, working the skin vigorously up and down, pumping and thrusting and smashing himself into a frenzy, the smacking of his palm against his pelvis emanating loudly from his seat, KLAP! KLAP! KLAP! KLAP! KLAP!

  I smiled vaguely through the haze of the sheer splendor running through my body in currents, my mind now reeling with the possibilities now that I saw the full implications of what was being set up, the prospect of this union coming to full fruition driving me wilder and wetter even as Tyler pulled his beautiful head away from my twat.

  “Suck on his cock!” came the commandment from the higher power.

  And so it was done, my hand reaching into the confines of Tyler's shorts, fingers curling up around the circumference of his throbbing hot shaft, and whipping it swiftly out into the open. I began to pump my wrist, working him up a bit and feeling him grow fully erect in my grip, then I leaned in, parting my lips as far apart as they could go, and swallowed him whole, or at least as fucking whole as a cock of that astonishing magnitude could possibly be swallowed. I began to imitate Tyler's own motions on me, my own efforts considerably more difficult as I nodded and bobbed and swallowed and regurgitated his immensity, his cock twisting into my tight hot windpipe and then slithering back out again, thrusting and gagging and pumping pumping pumping, again and again and again until the tears began to flow, until I could feel him throbbing, getting ready to spill over the edge, and at last he in fact did. Completely overloaded at this point, I felt his engorged brown tip beginning to launch its hot sticky load all over me, pulsing and splooging and coating me with his steamy white splooge, shooting it all over my tongue, drenching my cheeks and my eyelashes and pumping it up into my hair, so thoroughly coating me with the sticky, glossy little sperms that I positively glistened, coughing as I was as I struggled to down his gnarly, salty load, cum streaming from the corners of my mouth, and my humiliation, if that was indeed what my husband deemed the most just form of punishment, as complete as it could possibly get.

  “Fuck her. Fuck my wife up her tight, pregnant pussy.”

  Tyler let out the slightest of sighs, his cock, I'm sure, getting a little bit worn out by this point in time after having just splooged all over me, but his position one in which he had very little room for negotiation. At any rate, when I at last managed to get a handle on my senses I could feel myself back in the market for intercourse, my swollen body readier than ever for its annihilation, willing and aroused at the prospect of my splitting open and filling up with filthy, violent sex.

  We stuffed a few pillows beneath me to elevate me just the slightest bit, and I lay there on my back, more than ready to receive him as he pushed my legs up, spreading me out wide, and mounting me. I shrieked with happiness as I felt his cock beginning to penetrate the tight slippery sanctity of my pussy, barely just crowning into my cunt and then sliding in its immensity, slipping up into me and stretching me out once more, good practice for childbirth I supposed, nearly as painful, although I'm certain far more pleasurable. He began to thrust into me almost instantly, afraid, I think, that he would lose his momentum if he lazed around and waited a moment longer, his cock already struggling to maintain its brutalizing form. He smashed that cock so far up my cunt that my tits nearly bounced off of me altogether, pumping and fucking and thrusting, his body growing rapidly sweaty with what almost seemed like a sort of desperation, his muscles tensing and the cheeks of his ass clenching as he slammed and whacked and pushed into me, drilling me deep to the core and leaving me shaking from tit to toe, his stuttering cock ripping me the fuck to bits and driving me insane as it rocketed in and out, in and out, in and out of my cunt, screams peeling from my throat like liquid, and my body on fire from the friction as things grew faster and faster and faster...

  And Jesus Christ almighty...

  When that last blast into my body came it was like a sledgehammer to my gash, smacking down inside me and knocking me so far over the edge that it was almost unbelievable, yet another orgasm ripping through my body, amplified, I think, by the throbbing of my pregnancy engorged naughty bits, tingling and crackling and causing me to let out a long, drawn out moan that was perhaps my most intense yet. Tyler, however, did not ejaculate this time around, his snake still drained as it was, I do believe, and I found myself missing to no small degree the pouring of his hot sticky splooge all
up into my throbbing pink gash.

  However, any discontent I might have felt about such an absence was very promptly swept away. Because now, standing next to the bed beside us, was my husband, completely ass naked, his erect cock swaying inches away from our faces with a sticky clear stream of jizz coursing down along its shaft, and a look of lust in his eyes that was unlike any I had seen in that man for a long, long time.

  “Alright,” he said, addressing me but looking at Tyler. “I'll let you keep your big black cock... Just as long as you're willing to share him with me every now and then...”

  Tyler and I gaped at one another, and then Tyler stared looking up at him for a moment, before leaning in, opening his jaws wide, and taking a hot wet suck of my husband's throbbing erect cock. Steven moaned, shuddering from head to toe with what I could only intuit as sheer delight, and I found myself utterly shocked by the fact as Tyler grunted and snorted around his erection, completely unsuspecting as to the fact of these men's apparent bisexuality, and yet, I had to say, not at all displeased by the fact, not by any fucking means...

  The next thing I knew, Steven was climbing into bed with us, our triad a sea of sticky, sweaty, naked and aroused flesh, limbs twisting and entwining and getting locked in one another, body's heating up with friction and moans issuing from every set of lips, mind reeling as I struggled to wrap my head around the sweet, splendid thing now taking place, so aroused and so bowled over by the fact that I could scarcely fathom it all.

  The three of us took turns kissing one another, my husband's lips on mine, my lips on Tyler's, and Tyler's lips, then, tantalizingly, pressed up against those of my husband, the two of them leaning over my sandwiched body and making out like fucking newlyweds over my shoulder, their erect penises, all the while, pushing into either side of my body, and their fingers snatching greedily at every available swath of my flesh, squeezing and touching and pressing greedily, turning me to butter beneath their grips, making me shake and tremble and reel, every progressive touch sweeter than the last, yet no single effort on either of their parts ever anywhere near enough for me.

  After some time of this, we managed to pull our bodies apart, and the two men took turns fucking me, dragging my body over to the edge of the bed and bending me over the side, and then climbing on top of me, mounting me, and penetrating me with stunning efficiency. My husband's cock, while considerably less immense than Tyler's was still adept at hitting all the right spots as he plowed feverishly into me, while Tyler's, when the two of them periodically switched up, was all blunt force and violent, electric jabbing.

  The two of them churned my fucking pussy to a pulp throughout the agonizing, ensuing phase, and when I thought I could stand no more they took a very brief hiatus from plowing me, deciding, instead, to indulge this newly discovered bisexual side to themselves for a bit. They wrapped up in one another's arms and began to make out feverishly, their erect cocks pressing together at the tips as they did so, and the splendid sight of it turning me on like you wouldn't fucking believe. I squatted down onto the floor in my restlessness, and proceeded to seize the two men's wangs in both hands, pumping my wrists, and feeling myself getting hotter and hotter and wetter and wetter as I eyeballed those luscious erections in sheer wonder. My wrists beginning to grow tired, I then began to suck passionately on each man's fat, throbbing boner, gouging my throat with their immensities, deep-throating them so readily as to nearly make myself throw up, on Tyler's big black cock in particular, of course, eventually becoming so confident in my actions that I decided to tackle the two of them hands-free, letting loose of their erections and simply putting my whole body into my throat-gouging, sucking and sucking and sucking, pushing and distorting my lips around them, and unable, no matter how I tried, to seem to be able to get enough.

  Then, oh God, then, I felt my jaw just about hit the fucking floor, as Tyler bent Steven over the edge of the bed with his legs splayed wide apart, swiping his tongue once over his anus, and then pushing into him, anally fucking him into a fucking pulp, stuttering that big black cock so violently in and out of his throbbing body that I thought he must surely be on the verge of passing out, his first experience ever taking cock to my knowledge, and as extreme an example of the act as he might have possibly hoped for in that.

  Finally, after some time of watching this brutal assfucking, it came back around to being my turn for penetration. I climbed up onto my husband and draped my pregnant body over him like a blanket, his cock sliding up into my pussy from beneath, and at last Tyler and his swinging chocolate wang climbed up to the top of the pile, squeezing his immense cock into my pussy as well, and stretching me out so horribly that I thought, for a brief moment, that I was surely going to die from the sweet, sweet agony. This was, mind you, my very first ever double penetration, and there was something remarkable about the sensation as my two lovers' engorged erections came slicing and dicing and pumping through my pussy, smashing me up quite nicely and squeezing out such moans of terror from my body that I nearly made myself go fucking deaf.

  Again and again and again they smashed themselves into me, faster and faster and faster as the moments slipped by, the two of them, at last, ejaculating into my body in sticky, molten waves, filling me up, and setting me flying over the edge as they continued to push one another back and forth through their collective streams of ejaculate.

  I came harder than I had ever done before, my sandwiched body sent spiraling into sheer horror between the two men, orgasm hardly seeming an adequate term for what I was experiencing as pleasure gripped me to my pregnant core, my stretched pussy crackling with sensation and my every limb twitching, sweating, cringing with immaculate carnal pleasure.

  And at long, long last, the two of them pulled out of me, wrapping me promptly in their arms and proceeding to ply me with sweet, luscious kisses over every fucking inch of my anatomy, gobbling me up, and leaving me so content and so exhausted that I felt as though, in spite of my uncertain circumstances, I didn't have a single care in the entire goddamn world right then and there.

  THE END

  Double The Wild

  No one came out of the abandoned barn on the outskirts of the county. That made it the perfect place for Delilah and Matt to meet up. Some people thought ghosts haunted the barn, while others feared Indians would attack since it was so far out in the country. Delilah and Matt knew better. Matt had watched the family that owned the barn pack up and leave seven years ago. Turns out farming and ranching in Mineral Wells, Texas was too tough for them, so they moved back east. Since then, the house and barn sat empty. Delilah and Matt had gone into the house, but the smell was atrocious. The barn was much better. They didn’t fear Indians attacking, because Delilah knew her father had cut a deal with the Totanka tribe that camped just outside the Parker County line. They kept roving bands of Indians away from the county and towns in exchange for three ponies every spring.

  Delilah and Matt cuddled in the hay, her head resting on his chest as she listened to his heartbeat. Matt had his arm around her, caressing her slender back and sometimes running his hand through her rich, brown hair. They had to come to the barn to be together because Delilah’s father hated Matt with a passion. Jake McCoy thought no man was good enough for his little girl, and Matt Jacobs was not the exception. Delilah ran her hand over Matt’s chest, enjoying the feel of the shirt’s fabric, but she wanted to feel more. With very little effort, she unbuttoned Matt’s shirt and moved her hand inside. Instantly she heard Matt’s heartbeat quicken. His hand moved lower on Delilah’s back, until it covered the majority of her ass. He fondled both of her cheeks through her multitude of skirts, pulling a moan out of the young woman. In response, Delilah moved her hand down to Matt’s belt buckle.

  “If you start that, darlin’, you know where it will end,” Matt said.

  “That’s what I’m hopin’ for,” Delilah answered, as her hands undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She reached in and grabbed his cock, which always amazed her. How could it be so
hard and so soft at the same time? Matt groaned as she squeezed the shaft. He then pulled up her skirts from behind, and then slipped into her bloomers so he could feel the bare skin of her ass. As she explored Matt’s cock, he explored her tight little ass, letting his index finger slip between her cheeks.

  “Ohhh, that feels wonderful, Matt.” Delilah said. She moved her hand up and down the shaft of his cock, memorizing the feel of every vein and ridge. Delilah had once told herself that she wanted to save herself for marriage, just like the Bible said she should. That was before Matt had appeared in her life. His family owned a modest farm near her family’s massive ranch. Two years ago, Delilah’s father hired Matt and some other men to help build a new stable. On the first day she saw him, Delilah became infatuated, and by the end of the summer, they were sneaking kisses behind the freshly painted stable. One of the ranch hands tattled to Delilah’s father, and that’s when the trouble really started.

  Matt loved the feel of Delilah’s forbidden flesh. He marveled at the smooth, warm skin of her backside, but he knew other treasures awaited. He disengaged Delilah’s hand from his cock and lifted her so she was on top of him, and kissed her lips. First a small peck, almost innocent, except it was too wet. Then he teased her lips apart with his tongue and kissed again, longer. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting her. Delilah moaned at the invasion, and her body moved against Matt. Her skirts and bloomers still separated their skin, but Matt was working to change that. With Delilah on top of him, Matt moved both of his hands down her back and onto her ass. He pushed her underwear down and Delilah responded by lifting her hips up, so the underwear would move down easier, and her skirts could be moved up. Once the bloomers were down by Delilah’s knees, Matt could push them completely off with legs. His hands danced over the newly exposed region, squeezing, caressing, and pinching her skin. Delilah welcomed his hands by spreading her legs and straddling Matt‘s lower abdomen. She sat up in a quick motion, moving her hips high on Matt’s stomach, so that his seven inch dick was behind her ass.