40 Explicit Adult Stories

by Heather Hearts

  She had never been touched like this before and her body wasn’t quite sure how to react. Her first instinct was to get him to stop, but deep down, she didn’t want to. She screamed and tried to free herself from his kiss, but he just probed his tongue down her throat deeper and held her head still, so that the noise she made was absorbed into his mouth.

  Feeling a slight sense of panic, she tried again to escape from his overwhelming touch, but he just pressed down harder on her, until it hurt, slightly and she became exhausted with the struggle.

  He then pulled his mouth away from her lips, before pressing his hand over her mouth so she could not speak. He yanked her head back, over his shoulder and she screamed again as the pain and the pleasure he was inflicting upon her virgin form was far too much for her mind or her body to handle.

  She writhed under his hard touch as she felt his lips make their way up to her ear, dragging his scruffy beard across the tender skin of her neck. “You’re right,” He said finally, as hot breath puffed into her ear more with every word. He then stopped to twist his finger in a way that made her scream as it penetrated her lips and tickled her G-Spot.

  Once again, she felt an intense amount of pleasure that could almost be categorized as pain, before she begged him, “Stop…Please…Hang on...” Her words came out muffled, but when she couldn’t take it anymore, she screamed, “Stop!” which made him yank her head back even farther, so that she looked directly into his eyes.

  “I own you,” he sneered, “And we’re just getting started.”

  ***

  With that, he immediately released her and pressed her down, into the hay, before he put his hand between her legs again and pulled her bottom up in the air, before giving it a quick smack. She yelled and then laughed, despite herself, as he began to pump himself against her. He then grabbed her and quickly turned her over, so that he was on top of her.

  Clint didn’t waste any more time. He quickly grasped her pants and pulled them down, around her ankles, before yanking them, along with her boots completely off. Once he did this, he turned her over and positioned so that he could hit her again. He then commanded her to place her arms in the right spot, so that her behind was up in the air more.

  Teasing him, he told him, “Make me!”

  So, he quickly pulled her body up and smacked it, holding her tightly so that she could not get back down. He then pushed her down with one hand and took his other two fingers and lightly made circles around the entrance to her womanliness.

  The slow, intricate touch made Sylvia feel like nothing she had ever felt before. Her body wanted to explode, but she also felt as though she wanted him inside of her. This was a new feeling all together, though, since she had never been so close to a man before.

  The glorious sensation tickled, hurt and felt completely indescribable all at the same time. She groaned with pleasure and he smacked her again.

  She laughed and then, he told her, “Get ready…” he then entered her with his fingers and she screamed as the pain momentarily outweighed the pleasure, but feeling him inside of her made her want more.

  Still, the scream caused him to bring his other hand up and smack her hard on the bottom, before he commanded, “Shut up!”

  He moved his fingers in and out of her for a moment, before pulling them out and telling her, “Don’t move!”

  She felt him kneeling behind her, but she did not feel his hands on her. She wondered what he was doing, but when she tried to move, he pushed her down again and hit her, “I told you to stay!” He then pulled her back and hissed in her ear, “If you don’t do as I say, I will fuck you so damn hard, that might never be able to walk again…Do you understand me?”

  She laughed at him and bit her lip seductively, realizing that he was trying to take off his clothes. Getting into the moment, she turned around and teased, “I would love to see you try…” before she pressed her hands into his shirt, much like she had felt him do to her and pull it apart with a strength that surprised her.

  Feeling his muscular abs beneath her hands excited her and provoked her to go further. She pressed herself against him and kissed him passionately. He seemed surprised by this at first, but when she moved her tongue sensually around his mouth, while she grabbed at his crotch, she felt him sigh with a sense of euphoria and anticipation.

  However, he quickly swatted at her hand and pushed her away, before grabbing at his belt buckle and responding, “You’ll get it when I want you to get it.”

  “Give it to me, now!” She exclaimed, propping herself up on her elbows.

  When he disrobed himself, she made herself aware of the excitement flowing through her. His rancher’s body made the perfect triangle of cascading muscles that pointed to a large, throbbing member, that she knew immediately, she wanted inside of her.

  She knew that if his fingers hurt, his rod would probably hurt even worse, but she was so wet and so turned on by this point, that she didn’t care. She moved up, towards him, but he grabbed her and pushed her back again, before lying down next to her and grabbing the back of her head. He pushed it towards his crotch and said, “Make it wet…It wants to feel both sets of those beautiful lips you have.”

  She looked at him strangely, but he just swatted her breast and then hit her behind and yanked at his own rod with his other hand.

  Sylvia thought about this for a moment, but he tugged at her breast with a slight force, which made her get closer to him. So, she moved towards him and carefully put her tongue on it, licking the head. Immediately, she felt it stiffen under her tongue.

  “Yes…” He groaned, “Please….just out your mouth around it…You’ll know what to do…”

  So, she carefully took his manhood into her mouth and began to curl her lips around it, when she felt him push her head down, so that it penetrated deep within her.

  She almost choked, but as he pulled her hair up again, she naturally got the hang of it and when the next time she went down, she began to get into it. She slowly went up and down on him and began to get into it as she heard groans and satisfied moans from him. Then, once when she pulled up, she flicked her tongue over the head of his rod and it was him who yelled out.

  So, she squished her tongue onto the top of him again, before flicking back and forth with purpose.

  Finally, he told her, “Oh God! I need you!” He then pulled her off of him and before she even knew what was happening, he was behind her, with both hands grabbing around her side, while her butt stuck up in the air again.

  While he held her still with one hand, Clint pulled his now moist, perfectly engorged flesh of manhood up and pressed it against Sylvia’s womanliness.

  As he began to rub the warmth of him all around her soft, receptive center, she felt as though she couldn’t breathe. Her heart raced and her body seemed to be going into a euphoric overdrive.

  “Yes…” She groaned, “Please…” She moaned, pressing herself towards him, just hoping to begin the agony so that the torture of wanting him so badly would finally come to an end.

  She heard him laugh ever so slightly, before finally, she felt him penetrate her. She screamed again, this time completely unbridled and her body began to quiver uncontrollably as he thrust in and out of her, using his arms and body to guide him.

  The pain was intense for a moment, but then, he began to slide in and out of her tight, virgin body fairly easily. This excited her and made her wild. She clawed at the hay and screamed, this time with absolutely pleasure as he pulled in and out of her, holding her securely in place.

  Clint’s rhythm hastened and with it, so did the beating of both of their hearts and the panting of their breaths.

  She wanted him, needed him. She screamed, yelled and begged, to which he responded by slapping her. The sting of his hand against her highly tender flesh only made the experience more uncontrollable.

  As she felt a sensation of unexplainable proportions come over her, she felt tears come to her eyes and begin to stream down her face.

/>   Sylvia felt trapped and freed at the same time and she was happier now than she could ever remember. “Yes…” She said at first and she felt him smack her, “Yes…Clint…Yes…Please…Don’t stop….” She exclaimed. She didn’t know why she was reacting this way, but her screams and the words she was saying, along with her tears flowed naturally from her as she tried to remain in the moment without spontaneously combusting.

  Soon, after feeling Clint smack her one more time, before he clenched her body tightly in his hands, she heard him let out a loud gasp of elation and stop just as warmth spilled into her with a powerful, thrusting gush.

  Then, when he slowly pulled out, she felt the fluidity of the wetness and that only made her feel even more enthralled.

  “Don’t stop…” She begged, right before she felt him give three more hard, deep thrusts, which made her scream louder than she had before, while the whole world seemed to stop and shatter around her.

  Then, as she felt herself convulse and erupt around his extended manhood, she gasped and rocked back and forth in a purposeful manner, hoping the keep the feeling of pure and uninhibited elation coursing through her for as long as she possibly could.

  Once the glorious moment had passed, however, she yelped one last time as he pulled out of her for the last time and the two of them collapsed in the hay from exhaustion…

  A few months later, after not hearing anything from his daughter, Sylvia, or his old friend, Clint, he received a telegram at his place of work that was from his daughter.

  As he read it, his face turned white and he felt as though he was going to be physically ill. He knew that the words typed on that piece of paper for his eyes only, were written with the coldest intent:

  Father,

  You sent me out to this desert hell in order to keep me sheltered from the world. However, I bet you would have never imagined that this would be the very place where my eyes and my legs would open willingly, freeing me from your chokehold. Clint is a very nice man, who fulfills all my needs and I know that he will be just as attentive to the needs of our child; a baby boy. The likes of whom you will never have the chance to corrupt.

  Forever your daughter but no longer a slave to your will,

  Sylvia

  Story 36

  The captain stopped the carriage and stepped down off the driver’s bench. Princess Harmony leaned up and looked through the windows along the side. “Why are we stopping, Captain?”

  “I’m walking back.”

  Harmony thought he was kidding. “If you are relieving yourself, be quick. I’m tired of being in this box.”

  “I’m not,” the captain said. “This is where I leave you.”

  Harmony pushed a strand of blond hair back up into the sculpture her ladies had done with her hair before she left her father’s palace for the last time. She palmed both her ample breasts in her gown and adjusted them. The travel was frazzling her. She was eighteen, the third youngest of all the children and youngest daughter of five princely brothers and seven princess sisters, but being cramped inside was making her feel older than her queen mother after twelve pregnancies. She imagined her mother wished they lived in a kingdom that allowed concubines like her new home and soon to be husband.

  “I don’t find you funny, Captain,” Harmony said as she gave up on trying to return her heavy breasts to their proper position.

  “I’m not trying to be funny, Princess,” he said. “I am allowed no farther and no closer to King Girthton’s domain. His instructions and the treaty that your marriage seals between him and your father are quite clear.”

  “You are serious.” She swallowed. “Don’t abandon me here, Captain. Please. I’m scared.”

  “Keep yourself together. You are to be the wife of a king.”

  “Don’t talk to me like that. Get back in the driver’s seat.”

  Two people climbed up onto the front of the carriage shaking the whole thing as they went. Harmony saw their trousers and shiny, black boots.

  “Thank you,” the captain said. “Give your king the best wishes from my master.”

  The captain bowed up to the bench and moved away from Harmony’s window without acknowledging her. “I said, don’t leave me. Tell me what’s going on. Who is up there? I am a princess in one kingdom and a queen in another. I won’t be treated like this.”

  The carriage lurched forward and she toppled back onto the seat and her legs went up into the air. He shoes clinked together. The skirts of her gown fell up around her face revealing her milky thighs. Lacy frills decorated her undergarments that accented the curves of her womanly folds and her buttocks.

  Harmony scrambled back up and covered herself again. Her father and mother would have her spanked for showing her undergarments when she was little. They would not do it themselves, but they would have one of the attendants do it at their direction. Harmony used to get spanked a lot as she recalled.

  She looked out through the back window. The captain was smiling and waving. Her jaw dropped open. When he saw her looking, he blew a kiss and threw his arm out in a grand flourish.

  She yelled out at him even though in a small part of her mind she knew that he could not hear her. “You terrible man. You never liked me. You are glad this is happening to me. You are not a good servant of the king.”

  She turned her attention back forward and leaned up to try to see her new drivers. She heard their boots thump on the floor of the bench. “Who are you? Where are you taking me?”

  ***

  They did not answer.

  “Are we going to my new king? Do you serve him? If you serve him, then you serve me and I demand that you answer me.”

  They said nothing.

  Harmony pulled at the handle of the door to the carriage, but it did not budge. She tried to reach out through the window, but it was too high for her to reach.

  She fell back to the bench and crossed her arms. She could not find a comfortable place to hold them above nor below her bosoms, so she fell to her back on the seat lying down. One breast slid out of her gown revealing one pert, pink nipple. Harmony sighed and pulled up her skirts to show the outline of her private areas under her lacy undergarments.

  No one was there to see, no one was paying attention, and no one would spank her for her indecency.

  Harmony whispered up to the roof of the carriage. “If no one is meant to see, why do you sew lace upon it to decorate it like an invitation?”

  No one answered and she waited for her long trip to be finished.

  As she stared up at the ceiling and felt the rocking of the carriage, Harmony slid her hand into her bodice and freed her other breast. The material of her gloves was rough as she pulled and twisted at her nipples. She would be raw and her flesh sensitive inside her gown, if she did not stop, but Harmony kept pulling and even flicked them. The shocks of pain traveled through her body and made her feel more deeply. It wasn’t about the boredom of the trip or being trapped in the tight space taken away by strangers any longer.

  They were above her in their shiny, black boots as she punished her hard nipples. Harmony flicked again and sucked in air. She pressed her finger into her thumb over her hot, throbbing nipple until her fingers shook. Her breathing increased as she brought up fear and anticipation of the brutal sensation that was about to come.

  Her voice came breathy and quaking over her lips. “Naughty, naughty girl.”

  She fired her finger tip off her thumb and blasted it across the rounded mountain of her nipple sending an explosion of tense ache through her body that made her buttocks tighten as hard as rocks. Gooseflesh rippled across her breasts and down her stomach. It ended in hot wetness between her legs under her lacy undergarments.

  The wet warmth was so sudden that she thought for a moment that she had peed herself.

  “That would be very bad.” She scolded herself in a whisper.

  Harmony closed her teeth on the material over one of her fingers and pulled one hand free of her glove. She let the glove fal
l from her mouth to the sweaty top of her chest and her neck. She slid her free hand down her gown and teased the lace frills of her tight undergarments. Her folds below were so warm and swollen. She parted the lips of her mouth as she inspected herself.

  Harmony slid her hand under the material and plunged deep between her garment and flesh. She found the wet canyon of her hidden lips and drew one finger through in a slow plowing motion. She was wet from her own sensual touches and nothing else. Surely her new king would appreciate this.