The Naughty Collection

by Ruby City Books

  Jim and Derrick, up above, turned to look at one another, smiling at one another as though to confirm how lucky they each were to have wives like the two of us, not to mention lives like the ones they had, where the each just had the luxury of watching the women they loved kiss other girls on a routine basis.

  On the men's end, then, it was Derrick who broke the ice, the first of the two of them to make himself vulnerable, by cautiously, though enthusiastically, sliding his hand into his boxers, pulling out his erect penis into the open, and beginning to stroke himself, pumping his shaft to the sight of Irene and I licking one another's tits. This, in turned seemed to give Jim some sort of license to let loose to an extent, sighing heavily as though in relief at Derrick going first, his inhibitions now liberated, giving him permission to join in the fun as he so dearly desired beneath the surface.

  He pulled out his cock, and began to wank himself vigorously to the sight of Irene and I loving so passionately. He stroked himself hard, firm, fast, pumping quicker and quicker and quicker, harder and harder and harder, actually pummeling himself with the force of his blows as he grew more and more excited but all the while, not daring to even venture a peek in the general direction of my simultaneously naked husband beside him. And then, suddenly, he froze in place, startled, nerves on edge-

  Derrick had reached over softly and placed his hand on Jim's cock, lightly stroking his shaft, staring into his eyes, until at last Jim was all but obligated to return the look. Jim swallowed hard as my husband slowly wanked him and for a moment he looked as though he might just pass out from anxiety. But then, all of the sudden, he gave in, collapsing beneath the weight of his desire, as he dove headlong into Derrick's arms, and the two of them began to kiss passionately.

  Irene and I had to pull away from one another at the sight of our husbands making out, sweet as it was and excruciatingly beautiful to behold, the two of us playing with one another's pussies as their mouths and tongues and hands slid all the fuck over one another.

  Jim groaned as Derrick kissed him tenderly on the neck, continuing to clutch a vicious handful of his cock and scrotum as he did so, working him up into a frenzy, getting his hands all sticky with the fluids of his pre-ejaculate as he did so. Then, God help him, Derrick stooped his head down into Jim's lap, parting his jaws wide and commencing to suck on his fat, hard cock. God it was wonderful to watch, his compressed cheeks making him appear skull-like as he stabbed his own throat with the man, grunting, groaning, bobbing his neck repeatedly, smothering himself in Jim's lap, and getting me so fucking turned on in that moment that Irene's finger banging got me squealing like a whore with pleasure.

  The two of us decided to join in on the men's fun and before long the four of us had oriented our bodies into a sweet, agonizing daisy chain of exchanged oral sex. Derrick's lips remained melted around Jim's cock, sucking happily away, while Jim proceeded to eat out his wife, rolling his tongue around inside her. Irene, in turn, ate me out as I sucked my husband off and each of us proved a valuable part of this writhing, burning circuit of intense sexual pleasure.

  Irene and I ended up cumming, hard as hell and with surprising quickness, at least in comparison to our men- I suppose we did have something of a head start.

  Therefore, we decided to recede into the background as our men continued to play with one another, the action quickly escalating until the next thing we knew, Derrick was slipping on a condom and Jim was bending over for him, spreading his ass wide open on his hands and knees. We hadn't wholly believed that the two of them would get quite this intimate with one another, but we sure as hell didn't mind...

  We watched, slack jawed and horny as Derrick slipped his sheathed cock up deep, tight, into Jim's tight butthole, mounting him, inserting every splendid inch of us his immense anatomy into his subordinate's tightest, darkest depths. Jim groaned wildly as my husband squeezed remainder of himself inside- he was a butt virgin after all and though he seemed to struggle at first to completely contain my man's lubed up cock, a smile spread wide across his lips when at last Derrick hit his sweet spot and he was left shuddering, clawing at the sheets, at the glorious feeling of having taken in his whole immensity.

  Not wanting to be left out of the fun, Irene then climbed up on top of me, and began to ride me in turn, her pussy grinding up against my own as she swayed and danced on me, her breasts jiggling beautifully with the lascivious winding of her movements, working up quite an agonizing sweat in me, making me burn for her, and my entire body beginning to tremble wickedly beneath her thrusting weight.

  Derrick, beside us, was really starting to fuck Jim, smashing his ass with every brutal thrust he took with his hungry pelvis, delving deeper and deeper into his prey's tight butt with every passing stroke, and Jim, in response, was moaning like hell at the top of his lungs.

  My husband delivered a final, smashing blow up inside him, holding himself in place, and I could tell from his shaking that he was beginning to ejaculate inside the condom. Jim, too, seemed to lose all control in that moment, quivering with prostate orgasm, and staining our comforter with his sperm as he poured himself all over the place- a mess, for sure, but in my present state of sexual abandon, I really couldn't have given a fuck either way.

  Derrick withdrew himself and slipped off the condom, his wang dripping with fluids and becoming quickly semi-flaccid after having been drained. The four of us were, at this point, halfway exhausted, needing to recuperate our strength, and so we spent the next few minutes simply kissing, groping, giggling, trying to work back up into a state of utmost arousal before we got on with our bedroom escapades.

  And when at last we did, it turned out that I was the one who was the object of all three individuals' affections...

  Call it a reward if you like, as though the men wished to thank me wholeheartedly (not to mention whole-shaftedly) for bringing them together. But whatever their motives, I experienced my first ever double penetration on their behalf, something I had craved for a considerable period of time, but had never before had the simultaneous bravery and opportunity to experience.

  I guess this was a day of firsts for more than one of us, at any rate...

  The two men's cocks felt absolutely wonderful inside me, stretching me out tremendously, filling me up with such splendid sensations that it brought tear of the utmost joy to my eyes. Jim slid inside me from beneath, his arms reaching up and his hands on my tits as he fucked me, while Derrick penetrated me on top, his position allowing him far more room for thrusting, his scrotum slapping fiercely up against Jim's as the two of them fucked me and the devastating moans slipping freely from my throat leaving no room for doubt as to the pleasure that the two of them wrought writhing my body.

  It felt absolutely glorious... Their long, hot, wet shafts grinding up against each other inside my tight, throbbing pussy, pounding, pounding, pounding me into submission as they smashed my sensitized cunt to a pulp, and Irene's hands, all the while, feeling absolutely exquisite as she rubbed them all over my overstuffed body, kissing me on the lips as the men fucked me, and my pleasure receptors overloaded to the brim as the bed nearly collapsed to the floor from all the damn rocking.

  And at last, a final, devastating smash, as both men hurled themselves as deep into my pussy as they could possibly reach, digging into such sweet and uncharted territory that it was practically mind boggling, and sending me ringing like mad with sensations.

  They began to ejaculate almost simultaneously, pulse after pulse after pulse of their hot, molten cum drenching my insides, not to mention one another's still thrusting cocks and I was filled up with so much love, so much overwhelming sensation, that I began to see stars as the sensations shuddered to a climax.

  Orgasm destroyed me, coursing through my anatomy in intense, devastating waves, causing every nerve to tense, then burst, my body lighting up like a damn firework and the damage so blissfully intense that I honestly believe I may have blacked out for a moment by the time it was all over.

  And such
were the perks of running my delightfully perverted Bread and Breakfast...

  The four of us continued to enjoy this special breakfast package of ours long into the night and repeatedly through to the end of the Smiths' stay, exhausting ourselves and each experience proving progressively sweeter than the last. It was sad to finally see them go, but as we waved goodbye and they prepared to drive off, they promised us, with kisses on the mouth, that they would be absolutely certain to stop in for a stay again sometime very, very soon.

  My husband and I were already counting down the days...

  THE END

  Better Than Doing It With Myself

  One

  They say that men are from Mars and women are from Venus.

  Men are violent, brutish, warlike. They love women, but only for the purpose of shattering them. Cleaving them apart down the middle, screwing their lights out, and tearing them to bits like savage beasts. They're made from snips and snails and puppydog tails, and testosterone. And penises...

  Women, meanwhile, are supposedly more genteel in nature. Goddesses of beauty, peaceful, keepers of everything lovely and perfect in life. They're made of sugar and spice and everything nice, as well as breasts and vaginas.

  Understandably, being of very different persuasions as they often are can cause a considerable level of strife between the two sexes, for whom it is impossible to see eye to eye on most fundamental issues about anything.

  Perhaps the issue is overstated a bit. It's not as though men and women everywhere somehow see completely past one another. There is generally some overlap, and on occasion it's so substantial that the roles are reversed. The idea of gender is as fluid as any, and the poles can be reversed so that the female in a coupling is the dominant of the two, and the male more passive and submissive. There are endless possibilities, and this just in male-female partners alone.

  Take Mark and Vera, for instance. They'd just gotten done with a romantic evening- Vera in her little black dress, looking especially cute, and Mark in a suit and tie, looking particularly dashing, but with lust in his eyes as he watched his vixen of a girlfriend walk from behind, staring at her just-barely-concealed ass as it teased him from beneath the dress. They'd went to dinner and an art gallery that night, and while Vera had largely appreciated the aesthetic value of so many nude statues, photographs of vulvas, paintings of vulvas, and photographs of flowers that largely resembled vulvas, Mark in his horny manliness couldn't help but become just the slightest bit aroused.

  For Vera's part, she kept hoping that a date like this might harken the relationship back to a simpler time between the two of them. A time when they'd both been much happier, and when they simply enjoyed one another's company for what it was. There was no necessary expectation of a sexual reward for a night's good behavior, nor was a “good night out together” always and exclusively punctuated by sexual activity.

  They'd always been a very physical couple, it was true. But there'd been an era when there was more between them than just sex- when the two of them could simply be content being in one another's presence. Laughing, holding hands, going out to dinner. Maybe snuggling up on the couch to watch TV, or just cuddling, holding one another, without necessarily having to be going at it like rabbits- savoring the mutual company, how lucky they were to have one another, and how rare a thing it was in this life and in this world to come across a connection as special as what the two of them shared.

  But... Well... Since those glorious old days, Vera couldn't help but wonder whether those good old days were actually that special? If the present was any indicator, maybe it had all just been a great big falsehood...

  Anymore, sex wasn't really something that indicated their closeness as a couple- it was more like it was something they did to keep from collapsing apart from one another altogether. There was still plenty of passion beneath the sheets, but that was about the only place where the two of them really seemed to connect on anything. They seemed to live almost entirely separate lives outside the bedroom, and physical intimacy was about the only kind they really shared anymore.

  Mark, for his part, seemed to intuit about the precise opposite of what Vera diagnosed as the problem with their relationship. To him, the only thing that had changed was that the two of them had become comfortable around one another. Apparently, to him, displays of closeness and affection like the ones they'd shared in the past were more of an unnecessary extravagance than anything vital. It was like, now all of the sweet, considerate things he'd habitually said in the past could be eschewed. Vera tended to romanticize any time the two of them came across older couples, elderly lovers whose bond seemed so deep that they didn't even need words to communicate. Each knew what the other was thinking, and the need for speech was obsolete.

  Actually, he supposed, there was just as much chance that the old couples they saw were either senile or annoyed at one another as there was they were genuinely in love as Vera made him out to be- but for his purposes, that was the stage that Mark considered their relationship to have arrived at.

  Comfort to the point of silence.

  And it should have been clear to Vera that he still loved her, shouldn't it have been? After all, her body drove him absolutely crazy!

  Actually, he could barely stop himself from tearing off Vera's fucking clothes on the cab ride home...

  “Stop!” she yelled, swatting him away as he kissed her neck in the back seat, nibbling up and down like a corn cob, reaching his fingers between her legs beneath that short little dress. She smacked him in annoyance. “Cut it the hell out!” She was all for a good roll in the hay, but the goddamn cab driver could see them in the rear view mirror! Voyeurism did not appeal to Vera in the least bit whatsoever.

  Eventually the cab pulled up to their apartment, and by the time they got in the door, Mark had Vera's clothes torn halfway off of her. She finally let him have his way, and began participating in earnest- hot and bothered herself at this point, the space between her legs wet and slick with arousal.

  The two locked lips, kissing like teenagers, their tongues lashing from mouth to mouth, saliva spilling between their lips, lapping one another up sensually, nibbling, biting, swallowing up heated breath, feeling dizzy and lightheaded and absolutely wonderful.

  They began to grope one another through their clothes. Mark's hands roved pervertedly around that kinky little dress that had been frustrating him all night, unzipping it about halfway down the back and reaching inside, feeling up the contours of her shoulder blades, warm and smooth and sharp, lacing his fingers into the strap of her bra, running his palm around the slick central crevice of her spine, the sweat dribbling down along her form, perfect and sensual and exquisite.

  Vera pulled his body into her, seizing him by the ass and tugging, and felt the sharp push of his erection into her waist, stabbing her through the multiple layers of their clothes, and turning her on like you wouldn't imagine.

  Mark's hands roved around to the front of the dress, and touched down firmly upon her breasts, caressing the wondrous marvels in deep, firm circles, pushing them around and around and around on her body, causing her to sigh with passion, her body to tingle, the warmth spreading up between her thighs and then penetrating out through her nipples, everything beginning to heat up, go light, fuzzy, wonderful.

  “Ohhhhh,” she sighed, rolling her head lightly around, soaking in the beauty of the moment, loving everything wonderful about life, and shivering with the absolute grace of his touch.

  His hands dribbled around her soft, firm contours like raindrops dribbling down along a statue after a shower. They followed her curves down along to her tender thighs, then swept back up, the climate of her body getting hotter and hotter as he reached up under her dress, and at last pressed down against the spot he'd been seeking for so long, feeling her heat, radiating sensually into his palms, lacing his fingers into the waist band of her panties as they kissed, and feeling, caressing, savoring, tracing out shapes along the soft, clean-shaven swath of her
pubic triangle, making her sigh, and shudder with passion.

  And then he fell gently lower, lower, lower, lower, and hooked his fingers inside her, evoking a light whimper, as he pressed around the skin, pulling it taut, stretching it out, and then pushing into the warm, pink meat of her vagina, forcing her flesh around and around and around, causing her thighs to close in gently around his exploring fingers, pressing into his palm, flattening his hand, as all the while she moaned, “Ohhhhhh, Goddddddd...”

  What a perfect end to a perfect day.

  He pulled his hand out after sometime, his fingers slick and moist, and he reached over to her, and helped her out of the dress. She pulled her arms inside, and allowed it to be removed from her body, pulled up over her head, so that as the fabric slid sensually off of her her breasts bounced down hard against her body, jiggling much to his liking, and making his erection grow so long and so firm that she thought it might just fill in the gap between the two of them, reaching over to her, and grabbing her.

  It did not, of course.

  Instead, she stood there, turning her body from side to side, fully on display for his delight, showcasing her scandalously skimpy black bra and panties, tiny and lacy and so inconsequential as to be viewed by a magnifying glass in order to see them at all. She could almost hear the drool sloshing out of his gullet, and imagined how damn uncomfortable he must be with his cock so erect in such a confined space that it must be doubling over on itself at this point.

  She decided to have mercy on him.