The Naughty Collection

by Ruby City Books

  “Is that so?” said Kevin, moving in closer to her, and she felt herself burning between the legs, and her face going hot with anticipation. “Well, I'd say they sent the right person to convince us then... And we'll gladly accommodate you... But well, see, my friends here and I have been having a bit of a discussion about you as well... You’re such a nice woman, and we thought maybe you wouldn't mind having a little fun with us? All of us?”

  Holy hell...

  This was the sort of thing she could tell had been on their minds, but that she didn't actually imagine would ever make it past their lips into speech.

  “Uh, uh, uh, uh,” she stammered, but of course she couldn't resist an offer like that, and nearly the instant the word “Yes” passed through her lips they were swarming her like a pack of dogs attacking a slab of meat.

  Her head was spinning, the bodies flowing around her like mad, each scrambling for their piece of the action, strange hands trickling along the contours of her body, grabbing at her tits, pinching her plump ass, lips pressing up against her face, her neck, her fucking thighs, tongues rolling into her mouth...

  She felt them beginning to peel her out of her clothes like a fucking banana, hands tearing at the fabric, destroying her blouse as they ripped it off of her torso, slick with sweat from the intense proximity with seven goddamn testosterone-fueled monsters, and burning with desire as the laced their fingers into her skirt, pulling it down along her wet thighs, until she was at last down to nothing but her lacy black bra and panties, hot and ready and vulnerable, aroused beyond belief but scared shitless at the intense prospect of what was about to happen, her knees quaking, her pussy clenching as though nervous for the oncoming challenge...

  And they peeled her out of her skimpy negligee, stripping her to her taut, glistening bare body, her tits blazing like flags in the wind, her nipples growing erect with arousal, and her cunt sparkling like a flowing river, ready and willing despite her hesitance.

  The men plowed up to her, so abundant in their quantities that she occasionally lost track of who the hell was doing what with her. She kept finding herself looking around for Kevin, the one familiar face, as well as the black guy from the front door, thinking it would provide her at least some semblance of a landmark to focus on as the bodies swarmed around and around her body. One of them stood behind her, pulling her body into him from the front, and grinding his huge cock in-between the cheeks of her ass, not penetrating her, but digging up and down, up and down, up and down inside the narrow black sliver of her ass crack. In front of her, someone was kneeling down and had his head between her thighs, bobbing as he lapped up her sopping wet gash with his tongue, tumbling in hot, wet circles, tracing out shapes, twiddling on her clit, making her burn uncontrollably with his efforts. Two additional man were clamped onto her nipples, their lips suctioned onto each of her tits as though suckling on their MILF for nourishment, nursing, in essence, and she whimpered with delight, scarcely even comprehending how the hell this was happening, how the hell she'd been so lucky, and how the fuck she was going to survive the ordeal when it was all said and done. She sighed yet again when she felt a fifth figure leeching onto the side of her neck, nibbling up and down, biting her, giving her God only knew how many hickeys, his tongue sliding around her as he leaned in from behind and kissed her on the lips, his hot breath blowing into her mouth, making her shudder, her body pouring with torrents of perspiration, slick and sliding and oiled up, yet not even beginning to break the surface of what was to come.

  Soon, she was on the floor. Or rather, she was on a man on the floor. Kevin, actually, back to where she'd begun, her tits pooling up on the strong, muscular torso, sliding around on his slick, sweaty body, as he slid his cock into her from below, the tender lips of her pussy dissolving around the engorged head of his erect penis, the shaft following along inside, cleaving her flesh apart like a spear, climbing in with mesmerizing slowness, inch by inch by agonizing inch, until at last he touched down to his base, and she lifted up slightly off of him to allow him some leverage. Their routine now familiar, he tore in almost instantly, thrusting his pelvis like mad, his cock slamming deep, deep, deep into her body, his testicles dribbling like basketballs with the intense force of this movements, slamming into her with the pummeling of his erection, shooting like a piston into a shaft into the wet, pink meat of her vag, jackhammering up into her deepest depths, pulling back out so far that he nearly extricated himself each time, only to come shooting right back in at full speed, again and again and again, their soaked bodies slapping together in short, quick, supersonic bursts, KLP KLP KLP KLP KLP KLP, and Karen was screaming at the top of her lungs, “Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh FUUUUUUUUCK!”

  She hit a mild climax after only a few seconds, the orgasm ripping through her body, causing her to convulse and writhe on top of her fucker's slapping body, and by the time he settled down beneath her she was panting for dear life, nearly exhausted, but far from finished.

  Now, it was time for the others to mount...

  ''HOLY... SHITTTTT... FUUUUUUUUCK!” she roared, as suddenly the curved, thick blade of a big black cock speared into the tight black asterisk of her clenched anus, sliding inch by inch by agonizing inch up the tight meaty tunnel of her ass, stretching out its circumference to an extent that was unbearable, making her body shake with pain, and the new penis grinding up against Kevin's through the layers of her flesh as it slid through the tortured meaty tunnel of her asshole. He started thrusting, pumping into her like a motherfucker, cruel, relentless, and overwhelming wonderful, jackhammering away at full blast, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, cramming into her deepest reaches, with Kevin still pummeling from beneath, her body bursting with pain and pleasure and every manipulation of the nerves imaginable, “Ohhhhhhh, fuck, ohhhhhhh, fuck, ohhhhhh, fuck...”

  Soon, though, they shut her up, as the third cock slithered into her body, plugging up her pretty little gullet, stuffing down into her throat as a means of silencing her fucking yapping. The cock plunged so far down into her throat she thought she might suffocate, choking on its immensity, fluids dredging up from her insides and coating the veiny thing with a sort of gross, sticky lubricant. The stranger hunkered over her face, bending across her body on his knees as he throat fucked her, his balls smacking her in the face as he pummeled her, the fluids gagging her nearly to death at this point, trickling out the corners of her lips, dribbling down her slutty little chin, making her face a gooey, ridiculous, beautiful mess, her eyelashes coated with globs of the sticky shit, tears rolling from the corners of her squinting eyes, her head spinning, the room spinning around and around and around above her agonized head-

  And then the orgasms came.

  The black ass fucker blasted her first, ejaculating a gross, steamy torrent of cum into her anus, hot, gnarly, sticky, and so thick and abundant that it came rolling back out of her bung just as quickly as it could enter, seeping out down her body and coating Kevin's thrusting cock and scrotum down below, spilling into her vagina- and this, in turn, setting poor young Kevin over the edge with an orgasm of his own, blasting into her cunt in long, quick, gooey spurts, cording through her and once again spilling back out of her body, oozing sensually from her vagina, and dripping onto the floor.

  Finally, the face fucker discharged, his load overwhelming her, choking her so that snot and mucus and semen all came bubbling out her nose, curdling from her lips, seeping down her chin onto Kevin's face below her, his mouth open to catch the falling semen, his tongue darting as each drop landed.

  And Karen exploded, her entire body shaking with a swirling rage of anal and vaginal orgasms, her flesh convulsing, her knees knocking, her fingers curling into Kevin's wet flesh as she struggled to contain herself, but failing miserably, her form writhing between the three bodies as though possessed by a demon, a long, agonized moan seeping out from her lips around the girth of the strangers cock, the semen and saliva bubbling as she cried, “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”

  And all three of th
em pulled out of her, with long sticky strings of their ejaculate cording out of their respective orifices as they extricated themselves, and she started hacking up her lungs as she choked on the fluids in her throat, her face turning red and shimmering with sweat where it wasn't otherwise coated with miscellaneous fluids, and it was some time before she could see straight again, struggling to stand back upright, but stopping on her knees as she took note of what was happening around her pretty, dizzy head.

  All seven of the guys, including the three that had just ejaculated their hot sticky cum inside her, were now standing around her pretty head in a circle, each with their erect penises in their fists, working the skin insanely around on their thick, veiny shafts, pumping and pumping and pumping, her three fuckers having apparently made a leap through the world's shortest refractory periods as they jacked themselves off. And despite her weariness, she decided, what the hell, and elected to lend a hand or two, as well as a throat, pleasuring the men manually, running the loose skin of their cocks through her fingers as though kneading them up like bread, leapfrogging back and forth and back and forth and back and forth between a few of them with her mouth, giving rapidfire blowjobs, her lips dissolving around the bulbous head of an erection, her tongue twirling down along the great expanse of a shaft, and her face pressing up against any number of bushy pubes, before slowly sucking off again, building up suction, until at last POPping loudly away and moving to the next guy in the procession, one after the other after the other, their tastes losing their distinction as she kept on, until at long, long last she pulled away from them all, and let them all finish off on her of their own volitions.

  She opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue, and let the wrath of seven young, erect penises rain down upon her, dozens and dozens and dozens of long, quick spurts of ejaculate blasting her pretty head, the hot sticky stuff cording through the air, glazing her face with a nearly solid spray of semen, only a small fraction of the nasty, bitter stuff making its way onto her receptive tongue, and the rest plastering her to excess, pouring down her cheeks, tangling up in her eyelashes and obscuring her so perversely it was like her face became lost underneath the layers of cum.

  At long, long last Karen's facial was over, and she sighed contentedly with the fact that these new young neighbors had finally managed to tear her from her stagnant discontent on this dead end cul-de-sac of a neighborhood.

  She already couldn't wait for the chance to do it again...

  THE END

  Hot For Teacher

  Chapter 1

  God, what a long, harrowing day. At long, long last, around seven o'clock or so in the evening, I found myself collapsing back in my desk chair, head throbbing and vision blurring, trying to see straight as I reached up and shut off my computer, thinking sadly that it would be scarcely twelve hours before I was right back at the office again, rebooting the damn thing, day in and day out.

  It was just too much for me to consider.

  Once the screen had faded to black, I couldn't help myself, couldn't force myself to do anything more, and I found myself closing my eyes, head tilted toward the ceiling, and fingers pinching tight around the bridge of my nose, as though somehow this might aid me in reducing the migraine that was threatening to smash into me like an oncoming train.

  It seemed like no matter how hard I worked, no matter for how damn long I stayed over at the office typing away and developing eye strain and carpel tunnel at my desk, I was always just barely keeping up with the pace at which I truly needed to be, and in fact I tended to be several paces behind the mark of where I really wanted.

  What was worse, even though I should have been feeling an immense degree of relief that I could finally drag my ass to the car and head for home after one of the worst days of my career, I felt more trepidation than anything, and for a reason that I felt ashamed as hell in myself to even admit.

  As horrible as it sounded, I didn't want to go home and have to deal with my family. I just didn't. My headache intensified as I thought more and more about the prospect of doing so, as did my guilt, and the guilt, conversely, worsened the headache in turn.

  I could just picture it, coming through the door and my eight year old racing for me, screaming, wanting to tell me everything that had gone on during her day at school. And Christ, I should have wanted to hear what was happening in her life. This should be my entire reason for living, and knowing how she was progressing should have thrilled the hell out of me, my little pride and joy growing up and developing the way that kids are supposed to, and excited about it, no less.

  I loved her to death, of course. I would have done anything for her, as evident by my late hours at the office and my dedication to a job that I was truly beginning to hate. I mean hell, if it had just been me I was providing for, I would have been out of this awful place in a heartbeat, the blink of an eye, on to greener pastures and a job that didn't make it seem impossible for me to drag my ass out of bed every day to get up and face it.

  God help me, even the thought of hearing her voice tonight made me cringe, and I wondered what the hell was wrong with me as a mother. When my head felt like it did, her innocent angel's voice could seem like the shrillest, most agonizing sound in the world, and once my migraines got past a certain level, it made it really hard for me to get any sleep afterward.

  And then there was my husband... God, some nights facing him could be even worse. He worked hard for our family, I knew, but when he came home he was just so damn lazy. Completely lacking in emotional investment, unwilling to do even the bare minimum to even try to help keep up with things around the house. Maybe I would have understood it a little bit more if he was the sole provider of the household, and I was a stay-at-home mom instead of a working one. But in actuality, I worked as hard as he did, and in fact harder, most nights, and so I couldn't figure out where the hell he got the nerve to go on thinking that all the chores around the house were my responsibility and mine alone.

  Regardless, I never really put my foot down about it. Because really, what the hell was the point? If I tried to protest, or I refused to do his share of the things that needed to be done around the house, it would all just end up piling up around me. He could just as easily live in a puddle of his own filth without seeing a damn thing wrong with it, and it would be Emily and I who suffered for my own efforts at equalizing our marriage.

  I honestly felt so, so trapped by the crummy life that I'd been building up for myself these past ten years... I just couldn't help it. That was honest to God how I felt. On the outside, I had most of the things that a person should value in life- a loving spouse, a beautiful child, a home, a well paying job... And like I said, I loved my family, to death. Rob, with all his annoyances, was still a pretty amazing man, handsome, strong in a number of ways, and I knew in his way he cared deeply about me. By and large, I was extremely lucky to have him.

  But, I don't know... maybe our mistake was that we had married young. We'd only been nineteen, and then it had kind of been a rash decision. We'd thought we were as in love as two young people could ever be, and that it would last from then until the end of eternity, just like all dumb young lovers believe.

  And honestly, we sort of had some social pressure leading us into marriage, too. We came from a small community, the kind that valued chastity before marriage, and I think both of us had kind of gotten fed up with sexual frustration by the time we came into one another's lives. Marriage was the one and only legitimate way that we could start having sex as far as we were concerned, and we just got so swept up in one another that it seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

  He'd been with another girl or two before me in spite of the things the people around him tried to enforce on him. When the two of us started dating, though, I made it very clear that I wasn't that kind of girl, even though I might have secretly wanted to be, and after a while he ended up wanting me so badly that he ended up on one knee, and I, in my own eagerness for consummating with this sexy stud, accepted
in a heartbeat.

  He'd been the only man I'd ever known intimacy with. At first, it had been like a dream come true, as he explored my body and pleased me in ways that I'd only ever had the opportunity to imagine. As far as I could compare him to anyone else, too, he was an exquisitely skilled lover, touching me in ways that I didn't think a man could possibly know how to touch a woman, filling me with so much pleasure, and making me feel so very, very close to him, that I honestly really believed that whatever it was the two of us shared was going to last for the rest of our lives together.

  And then Emily had been born, my beautiful little pride and joy. Both of us were thrilled, though me far more than Rob, and I guess to some extent I should have recognized some of the early signs of fracturing between the two of us right about that time.

  A lot like marriage, I think Rob had stumbled into having a child with me out of a sense of obligation more than anything. It was just what was expected of him as far as he was concerned, and who was he to go against the grain? I think he'd only ever considered the prospect of a baby from a safe, sterile distance, but once he became confronted with the reality of dirty diapers and spit-up, early morning feedings and ear piercing screams at all hours of the night, things sort of sank in for him in a fashion that was just a little bit too real, and that took place entirely too late.

  And so, the years had gone by, and this rift between the two of us just kept getting wider and wider and wider. So now, I was staying late at the office on my weeknights, dreading my once dreamed about domestic life, and trying to think of any damn way on earth that I could ease myself back home without my head positively bursting.