40 Explicit Adult Stories

by Heather Hearts

  Then, eventually she felt Auburn begin to breathe even heavier as she clenched herself tightly and eased herself down onto Hannah.

  “Oh God…” She quivered as Hannah began to be able to feel her friend’s insides starting to erupt against her tongue.

  Instinctively, Hannah grasped her tighter and pulled her closer, thrusting her tongue further into her and trying her best to excite her clitoris as much as possible.

  “Oh God…” She whined, looking up to the sky and increasing the speed of her thrusts on top of Hannah, “Oh God…Don’t stop…”

  Hannah laughed at this, feeling as though she held an immense sense of power before finally, Hannah felt a squirt of love juice fill her mouth completely.

  Hannah groaned while she felt the cavern of Auburn convulse around her mouth and tongue. It was a glorious, exciting feeling that only turned her on further. However, after the excitement and the need to swallow quickly overcame Hannah, she realized that while her legs were still thrust over Lacey’s shoulders, she had stopped impaling her with those magical fingers she had.

  As though she was somewhat stunned, after she had finished, Auburn leapt off of her and replied, “Oh my God! That was amazing, Hannah…Are you okay?”

  The two women were now close to one another while we breathed deeply, “Yeah…” Hannah panted, just before Lacey came over and grasped Auburn, telling her to take over for her.

  “But…Use your tongue…” She winked at her as she turned Auburn around and she eagerly made her way over to her friend.

  When she reached the end of the table, Auburn pulled Hannah down with a look of commitment and enthusiasm in her eye, before she sunk her head down.

  Hannah felt her friend carefully spread apart her womanly lips, which were already extremely moist with her flingers, before she felt her tongue run up it tantalizingly, causing Hannah to yell out and thrust herself forward; her body begging her to enter.

  Instantly though, she felt Lacey clamp a heavy hand over her mouth and when she looked at her, she giggled and said, “You’re quite a screamer, aren’t you?”

  Hannah smiled shyly behind her hand, before she felt her mouth be released just in time for a shutter to be released.

  “Now, you are going to get what you have been waiting for…” Lacey insisted before she, now completely naked as well, began to mount Hannah’s head, just as she instructed Auburn to do, before she eased herself into Hannah’s opened mouth and waiting tongue. Looking down at her, while stroking her breast in a way that caused her highly sensitive legs to buckle in a thrash of passion, she answered in a sweet tone, “Now you can scream all you want.”

  Hannah smiled, now having a personal mission to make it so Lacey screamed, before she grasped her, almost roughly while she plunged her tongue deeply into her wetted cavern.

  Lacey yelled slightly with surprise, probably more at her roughness, but then groaned with excitement as Auburn then finally embedded her tongue deeply into Hannah and began to swirl herself around until Hannah could not help but yell out again.

  While Auburn deepened the intimacy of her tongue inside of her, her fingers also played with the outer part of Hannah’s loins, which made her yell out in a crazed sense.

  “Oh…Yes…Yes…” Lacey exasperated, grasping tightly to Hannah’s breasts before pulling back carefully as she began to rock herself back and forth over her.

  Hannah supposed that she must have enjoyed the vibrations of the scream that she had let out and so, she did it again, which caused her whole body to spasm and she grasped tightly to Hannah’s breast again.

  This shot a sense of emotion all the way through Hannah, which in turn encouraged, Auburn.

  Eventually, each of the women were moving at their own pace, while Hannah was in the middle, feeling pleasure from every portion of her body.

  By this point, Hannah’s breath was just such a series of agonized gasps that she wasn’t even sure if she was actually breathing any oxygen in, but the pleasure that was racing through her at the moment made it so she didn’t even care. She simply held tightly to Lacey, whose moans of pleasure were slowly graduating to yells and enjoying her very own oncoming explosion of emotion.

  When her needs were finally met, Hannah was far more ready than she was with Auburn’s. When her mouth filled with the squirt of her, Hannah reacted quickly and used the excitement of Lacey’s ejaculation to jumpstart her own.

  While she swallowed, she took control, grasping tightly at Lacey, who was still quaking around her tongue and rocking back and forth with vigor.

  Taking the idea from her, Hannah began to thrust her own body quickly, keeping with the cadence of what Auburn had already set, but just speeding it up a little bit.

  Keeping Lacey where she was, Hannah allowed herself to writhe and scream as much as she wanted, being muted and held carefully by the other women. She had never allowed herself to go crazy like this before and right now, it felt like the best feeling in the world.

  As her body prepared itself for the volatile climax that she was sure to have after such a long, slow burn, she felt as though every essence of her body was completely alive. She loved it that way and all she wanted to do was be a part of everything. She didn’t want to miss even a moment of pleasure, but at the same time, she almost felt as though she was feeling far too much.

  She briefly wondered if she could honestly overdose on all of the euphoric hormones that were being released into her bloodstream right now, but it was a fleeting thought.

  Sadly enough, she soon realized that she felt too high and too enlightened to care.

  Then, suddenly, as though a catastrophic and monuments wave crashed down upon her Hannah felt the tides of her emotions dunk her under and hold her there as she thrashed excitedly and screamed uncontrollably, continuing to be silenced by Lacey.

  Then, she waited a few moments for the soul-crushing, rebirthing climax to finish, before finally, she was able to let her iron grip lose so that Lacey could let her go and she could suck in fresh air.

  After all was said and done the three of them only broke away for a moment, before snuggling close again. Soon, the three just lay close to one another for a long time, in different and strange positions on the table, feeling far more accomplished than they ever had been. Test or not, they had still made a major advancement and all three of them could not wait for the chance to do it all again!

  Then, the next day, the girls went to the class, feeling completely rejuvenated and freed. Even with all of their thoughts and even through every desire that either one of them had for one another, neither of them had ever thought that they were going to be able to pull that off and have it work.

  However, both girls realized as they began to take the test, on the exact table where they had lived out their fantasy, that they had done all that they could do to prepare; they had even used their bodies as delightful, luscious, shining examples of the questions they were facing and therefore, there was nothing more they could do.

  So, as they worked through the questions, they remembered what they had learned, while recounting every touch and relishing in every movement that their lovers made in relation to the subject of the question and believe it or not, that method actually worked quite nicely.

  Both women completely aced that very first exam and from that day on, they never studied with one another the same way again!

  Story 3

  “Esmeralda De Fontaine, are you out of your mind?” Lilac Marston addressed the slim, dark haired young woman standing before her.

  “I… I think it’s my calling, Ma’am.” Esmeralda answered, staring at her hands as she clasped them over her breast. “I feel like I was born to make a difference… to help people in need.”

  “And who will help you when you are in need?” The older woman demanded. “You think you can last a day in that wild, untamed country infested with savages and all sorts of evil things?”

  “That’s why I must go there, Ma’am.” Esmeralda sounded deter
mined, and a little nervous. “I have faith that I will be kept safe and bring help and love to those poor people who suffer there.”

  “You have lost your mind, but who am I to stop you.” Lilac shook her head. “You’re over eighteen now and I am no longer your legal guardian. You have your inheritance and you are free to do as you wish.”

  “Thank you, Ma’am.” The petite young woman bowed. “You have been good to me and for that I thank you from my heart.”

  “Yes, you’re very welcome.” Her former guardian nodded. “And how do you plan to go there?”

  “I will drive… the old Ford will do.” The girl turned to leave.

  “Well, I can only wish you well, young lady. Travel safe.”

  “Thank you, Mrs. Marston.”

  Esmeralda glanced over her shoulder and looked one last time at the old manor that she had lived in for nearly all her life. Orphaned at a very early age, she was under the care of the Marston family, friends of her late family. Now that she had come of age and with the few millions that she had inherited from her father’s estate, she felt she could help people less fortunate than her.

  The old Ford her father owned was kept in good running condition and she had a few months of practice on it, driving around the estate. She tossed her only bag on the seat beside her and started the engine. It roared to life, ready to take her to the mountainside where life was hard and rough. She took a deep breath, convinced in her heart that she was doing the right thing.

  After three hours and a few hundred miles from civilization, she eased the car as it groaned over the beaten path that passed off for a roadway. Before her a small shack loomed up. It had the word ‘Supplies’ written on a crude board over the wooden door. She stepped out of the car and walked inside. An old man in a bear skin coat looked up at her, his eyes narrow and swollen.

  “What can I do for you, Missy?” He asked, spitting tobacco into a cup on the floor.

  She stood silently for a while, eyeing him with wonderment. “Good Afternoon, kind sir.” She began. “I am looking to get to the small town of Shamrock Bells. Do you know the way to get there?”

  “I sure do, young lady?”He nodded, “But let me tell you that is no place for a lady of refinement like you.”

  “Thank you, dear sir, for the advice.” She smiled. “But I know what I have to do.”

  “Well, darling, I don’t think that you do.” He said somberly. “But you seem old enough to make your own decisions.”

  “Thank you, and is there anything I can get from here to help the people in town.” She looked around the small little shop.

  “Why, sure,” The old man nodded, “We have all the supplies the poor folk in town would need… and how will you be paying?”

  “I have gold… enough now for a week’s worth of supplies.” She touched the heavy purse by her hip. “And more for the future.”

  “Another piece of advice to you, Missy.” He eyed the pouch. “Don’t go around saying you have gold on you… it’s not so safe in these parts.”

  “Oh, I am not worried. “She smiled serenely. “I have the protection of the Lo…”

  An eerie howl echoed outside and one of the broken windows shattered inward, spraying the remaining glass all over the floor.

  “Whoever you said was protecting you; you’d best call to them now, Missy.” The storekeeper groaned and ducked under the counter.

  “Why?” She asked, staring at him in surprise. “And who was that?”

  “That’s the Rankler Boys, Missy,” He said from under the counter. “And you’d best be hiding away too.”

  Before she could ask him anymore questions, a loud screech of brakes sounded from the outside, followed by a few howls and heavy foot falls. The door of the store flew open and four of largest, most mean looking men she had ever seen sauntered into the store. They were tall, gangly creatures, with unkempt hair, unshaven chins, and smelling of tobacco and manure. The meanest looking one, a head shorter than the other three, walked right up to her and stared her down.

  “What do we have here?” He growled in a strange guttural, uncultured tone.

  “Hello, kind sir.” Esmeralda looked up at him, a cold shiver running down her spine. “Are you from Shamrock Bells?”

  All four of them threw back their heads and laughed crudely making her wonder if she had said anything amusing.

  “No, wench.” The one she spoke to snarled. “Out of the new moon’s mist we come, from beyond the hills.”

  “Are you travelers seeking to embrace the ways of our Lo…?” She asked and his large, callused hand suddenly clamped over her mouth.

  “We have what we seek.” He growled. “You.”

  Her eyes went wide with fear as he effortlessly threw her over his broad shoulder and stepped outside, walking up to a rusted Jalopy that looked ready to fall apart. His three companions whooped and howled as they followed him out. She noticed them grab up a few things from the store at will.

  “Let’s take her home and feast.” One of the other’s howled, making her feel fear for her life for the first time ever.

  “No, Jimmy, you fool.” The one carrying her snarled. “Do you want everyone to tear her apart there? She is ours and we’ll ravage her on Dark Moon Meadow.”

  “Ravage?” Her voice almost cracked, realizing these brutes’ intentions.

  She knew pleading with them wouldn’t do anything; instead she closed her eyes and prayed.

  “Nice car.” One of the unkempt men looked at the Ford with greedy eyes.

  “Take it, Robbie, and follow our rusty heap closely.” The leader carrying Esmeralda barked and jumped into the rattling jalopy with her still over his shoulder. “Let’s ride.”

  The ride was long and bumpy, through the forested hills until they reached a clearing. Esmeralda’s heart pounded harder than it had ever done before. Her life of sheltered indulgence and prosperity had done little to prepare her to face the world she thought she could help.

  “Hey, Lars…” One of her captors approached the leader as he leapt out of the Jalopy with her still over his shoulder. “You sure those bear fuckers aren’t going to be here… Dark Moon Meadow is their territory.”

  “I know that, Kirk.” Lars snarled. “But it’s too early in the season for those lumbering behemoths to even be a hundred miles of here.”

  “Yeah,” The one called Robbie walked up, leering at her as she hung over Lar’s broad shoulder. “Let’s have some fun with this perdy little thing, then let ‘er roam these woods and leave her here for them to find.”

  “You’ve been reading my mind, Robbie.” Lars laughed and dropped her onto the green moss covered ground.

  She groaned and looked up at them, her bosom heaving and nostril flaring. “What… what are you going to do… to me?”

  “Lady, you sure ain’t got a clue, have you?” Lars sneered, holding his crotch. “Me and my wild boys here are going to light up your life… with these here candle sticks.”

  She shivered as the other three howled with a frenzied look in their eyes. She hugged her knees close to her, but Lars grabbed at her again, pulling her up and close to him, pawing at her, looking over the expensive dress. She struggled against his iron grip but he laughed in her face and licked it with his rough, slobbering tongue. She looked over his ear as he sniffed her neck, sliding his snout along her skin as the three others looked on happily. The chill of fear descended over her and she closed her eyes to their brazen rudeness.

  “Leave some for us, Lars…” One of them slurred.

  “You can have her plenty, boy, once I get my fill.” Lars snarled and pushed her down to the ground again. “This is going to be a fun time, won’t it boys!”

  The other three men licked their own lips, staring on with greedy, eager eyes. They thought this would be their greatest adventure ever…

  Esmeralda sneered at their ugly faces; her screams were only frightened muffled sounds. The youthful girl closed her eyes, shutting them tightly, wishing to be home i
n her warm bed again… When she opened them again to the crude laughter of her tormentors, she gasped at the sight of Lars looming above her, a lewd twinkle in his eye that she didn’t particularly like.

  She had never seen a man gaze upon her like this before. And it wasn’t something she cared to see again, not even from afar or even in any book or journal. And now there were four sets of peepers all peering down at her. She felt confused and even though terror seized her heart, she also felt a perverse sense of excitement that she couldn’t fathom. Why would the prospect of such a thing ever excite anyone, she wondered.