OFF-LIMITS WOMEN! (20 ROUGH, SCREAMING HOT TABOO EROTICA SEX STORIES FOR ADULTS)

by Kelsie Spits

  The two young women’s moans and slurping sounds as they kissed each other made his arousal hit the roof. He grabbed Britney’s slender waist and began banging away at Heather. His forceful thrusts hammered his groin into Britney’s bare butt and it felt really great.

  “Now mine.” She yelled, and he obliged.

  Slipping his erect cock out of Heather, her speared it into Britney, and banged her just as hard. The two tight-bodied teens giggled as the huge man began to penetrate them in turns, within minutes of each other. They hugged each other tight and kissed and licked their faces.

  “Holy fuck!” Gordon gasped. “I’ve worked out till I dropped before, but this is really taking me to the wire… two super tight pussies beating the hell out of my poor cock.”

  “Bet your big cock never felt this way before.” Heather gasped from under Britney.

  “Maybe a long time ago… but I don’t remember. This is a blast.” He nodded excitedly. “You girls better give me your numbers… cause this is just the start.”

  “Sure thing, He-Man.” Britney laughed. “Fuck us like never before and we’ll give you everything you need.”

  Gordon laughed out loud and pulled out if Britney, grasping his throbbing cock by the base. He was harder than he could ever remember. Sex with Ruth was never like this, not even their early years. He impaled Heather again, slamming in all the way, making the blonde girl shriek into her best friend’s mouth. Britney pushed her butt up, rubbing her hot pussy against his rock hard washboard abdominals, the sensation making her moan and whimper even louder.

  “Oh, shit… oh, fuck.” Gordon gasped. “I’m going to blow, my darlings.”

  “Oh, please, cum deep inside me.” Heather whined.

  “Which one of you wants it first?” He panted, humping away at Heather.

  “Stick it in me, I want it all.” Britney groaned, reaching back to grasp at his cock.

  “No problem.” He grunted and pulled out of Heather to ram it in to Britney’s dripping hole.

  The blonde squealed and ground her butt back into him. He grabbed her hips and banged her hard like a dog in heat. His breath came in quick bursts and her leaned over her, huffing and puffing down her slender neck. She arched her back and reached up to caress his face. He popped her finger into his mouth and sucked on it as his pelvis slammed into her.

  His loud groan echoed inside the tent as he let himself go. Britney giggled as her belly trembled with the force of his explosive climax. She felt splash after splash of his hot semen erupt deep inside her, triggering off her own orgasm. She gasped and hugged Heather hard as her best friend whispered sexy encouragement into her ear.

  “Fuck, baby.” Gordon gasped out loud. “Your tight pussy’s really taking it out of my cock… what a load, I don’t remember when… oh, hell… here comes one more, freaking back to back.”

  “No, me… give that to me.” Heather cried out. “Fill me up with your hot spunk too, Alex.”

  “Hell, yeah!” He grunted and rapidly pulled out of Britney and skewered Heather on his throbbing pole.

  And just in the nick, as his second orgasm inside a tight young pussy expanded his cock even more, stretching Heather to her limits. She whimpered as his cock spewed out another intensified load, the hot splashes making her squirm and shriek. Britney held her down, her own orgasm shaking her as much as her friend’s. Heather came hard all over Gordon’s erupting cock as all three of them shuddered and collapsed in a heap, trembling and giggling like gibbering idiots.

  They remained sprawled on the ground for a while, unable to move or even speak, paralyzed by the intense pleasurable sensations coursing though them. Spent and satisfied, Gordon sighed deeply, the days of his youth coming back to life in his mind.

  ***

  The warm glow of light from the basement of the large house illuminated the front yard along with the sound of jubilant laughter. It was about five minutes after midnight and the rain continued to fall in a steady drizzle making the streets gleam under the dim lamps that ran along the pavement.

  Inside the house, seven young women lifted large glasses of wine and beamed at each other. The tallest among them, well built and exuding confidence, lifted her hand for silence.

  “Let’s give ourselves a huge pat on out backs, ladies.” Olivia Swede raised her glass. “Phase One of operation Avenging Angels has been a hundred percent success. April Summers’ humiliation stands avenged, at least in part.”

  “Hear, hear.” The rest raised their glasses in a toast.

  “And here’s to Britney and Heather.” Darla Richmond smiled at the two blondes seated across from her. “For bringing down that oak tree of a man.”

  “He was like putty in our hands.” Heather grinned back.

  “Olivia was right.” Britney added, with enthusiasm. “He’s a sucker for hot bodied babes like us and loves threesomes.”

  “Bet his wife will love them too. The remote camera did a great job.” Jillian informed the rest. “The edited video’s been dispatched… she should be watching in about now.”

  “It won’t be a good idea to take a walk around the Gordon household anytime this week, friends.” Olivia laughed. “Okay then, we’ll convene here again in a week and lay out the plan for phase two.”

  “And where is April, the one for whom we are doing all this?” Raven Harley, a doe eyed brunette, looked around the room.

  “She wasn’t feeling too well, so Jenna took her to her mother’s clinic.” Olivia said with a deep sigh.

  “Hey, they’re back.” Darla said, peering out of the basement window. “There’s Jenna’s little pink buggy.

  “Just in time.” Olivia went to the door, opening it for them. “We were about to head out.”

  April Summers and Jenna Westlake walked in. Both of them looked a little pale and April sneezed into a wet kerchief.

  “Jeez, what is it, did you get a virus?” Jenna asked with concern in her blue eyes.

  “We wish.” Jenna answered glumly, brushing strands of her wet red hair away from her eyes.

  “Then what is it?” Olivia demanded, standing with her hands on her curvy hips. “How’d the check up go?”

  “Mom wasn’t in, so we ran a few tests ourselves.” Jenna shrugged, slumping her shoulders. “And… there’s something we have to tell you.”

  “We didn’t really think this through, did we?” April was almost in tears. “We just didn’t.”

  “What the hell happened?” Olivia boomed. “What are you two on about?”

  “All the tests came up negative, except this one.” Jenna held up a piece of paper with a medical report.

  “What is it… holy shit?” Jillian jerked back. “She’s pregnant.”

  “What?” Olivia and Heather cried out in unison, staring at the shivering little brunette.

  “Except that’s not her test result, it’s mine.” Jenna bit her lip and held up another report with the exact same result. “This is April’s.”

  “You’re both pregnant.” Olivia sat down hard, her mouth open in disbelief. “How the fuck did…”

  “Girlfriends!” Darla exhaled deeply and stood up. “I have something to tell you too.”

  “You’re pregnant as well?” Britney’s eyes went wide and she swallowed hard.

  “I just found out earlier this evening, didn’t want to alarm anyone… “Darla smiled sheepishly, waving at April and Jenna. “But now since it’s been going around…”

  “And what about you two?” Olivia turned toward Heather and Britney. “Did the guy cum inside you?”

  “By the gallon.” Heather sighed, reminiscing the pleasure of it all. ‘Oh, yeah!”

  “Well, yeah… he did have a lot of pent up angst there.” Britney laughed nervously. “And we didn’t want to let him get anymore.”

  “First thing tomorrow, we’re getting you two tested at Jenna’s place.” Darla shook her head. “So we all got nailed real well.”

  “What’s with these middle aged guys?” Jenna laughed ne
rvously. “They’re even more virile than the guys our age.”

  “Looks like we babysitters bit off a lot more than can be chewed.” Chloe Simms, the quietest one among the nine shook her head with a wry smile.

  ~THE END???~

  Story 16

  How It Began

  In order to fully convey the questionable content of this incident, I must describe the events that took place in a somewhat sordid, detailed manner. Obscene occurrences will be told, make no doubt of this. Although a great many years have passed since the first episode transpired – it remains fresh in my mind, and rightfully so, as I am sure all will agree once you come to know my story. Now… I guess it is time to begin.

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  My name is Toysin Tinkerbottoms. Others usually just referred to me as Toy for short. Nothing affectionate, mind you. It was simply an abbreviated, almost mocking nickname. How so? Well, as some of you may recall I used to serve as the apprentice toy tinkerer up at ol’ famous amusement workshop. That’s right. I worked in the most highly touted manufacturers warehouse, right in the big man’s very own headquarters. Back then I wasn’t overly jolly about the position. Work seemed to be work. Day in, day out. I remember thinking at the time how strange it seemed that they would even hire a meek lad such as myself. But apparently I possessed a few other desirable qualities. A trait or two that had hidden potential. Now, bear in the mind, the owners, Mr. and Mrs. Moundrammer, always hire new help together. It is their time honored tradition... welcoming in the new help.

  The muscular husband will sit there in his big, red, comfy chair -- while Mrs. Moundrammer rests in a similar, yet slightly smaller one, right there beside him. Hand in hand most of the time. And generally the place is pretty crowded during the hiring season (this takes place a number of months before the big holiday season arrives). There were big lines when I arrived. Huge lines! I remember them stretching out through multiple doorways, several hallways, and even a few adjacent buildings. Countless little hopefuls eager to find a job. I myself went out of boredom. Working was a foreign concept to me. I’d never really had a job at that point – maybe a few chores around the house, sure, but nothing real. Being a young, naïve man, I ventured off to the gigantic, lavish, and spectacular workshop to take my shot at glory. What a first job it would be!

  …Okay, okay!

  In truth my parents forced me out the door and shoved my rump over to the shop. They were tired of me being old and lazy; and after scolding me for it countless times, Dad finally got up the nerve to boot his little son from the nest. He seemed to think twenty years old was old enough to begin working – what a crock!

  And so there I was… waiting my turn for evaluation in the line leading up to the Moundrammer’s chamber.

  But as I did so, I began to notice a gathering of people a short ways off. Another line soon formed in that spot. Over on the opposite side of the main crowd. Only this other line seemed to be in direct contrast to our own. For it was the line populated by the rejected and dejected applicants. Those deemed unworthy, unfit, un-whatever by the Moundrammers. You could tell by their hung heads and slow, plodding steps. Shamed… Poor, heartbroken little critters. Whereas in my line, there were only cheerful faces and hopeful expressions. All those eager men and women wishing to be chosen for this wondrous opportunity.

  There was an odd looking girl exiting from the denied line. She had a pretty face, sure, but I wouldn’t know what to do with a pretty girl! All I could do was blush and turn away. But this girl appears different than the rest. She didn't appear saddened by her dismissal, not in the least. At least her face didn't show it anyway, if she was. This pretty lass looks over at me – at me of all people! And immediately upon making eye contact, she smiles in the most deviant manner. A moment later her fingers rises in a “come hither” motion. Here evidently my face lit up like spotlight. I felt the blood rushing into my cheeks, a searing heat of embarrassment. I could only gulp and look away. But as the seconds ticked by, I held the distinct impression that this girl was still staring. I dared to look up – and she was! Only this time, it wasn’t just a smile that greeted me…

  A cheeky little thing apparently. For as soon as I glanced upward, she brought a hand to her shapely breast (which stood out in bold relief despite the stylish, layered clothing) and jiggled it up and down. I stared, harder than I’ve ever stared in my entire life – fixated on this amazingly provocative body part, right there calling me over. That lascivious smile remained plastered on that pretty face. She made me so hot I could feel the ground melting beneath my feet.

  And still she continued on! The girl’s other hand rose slowly and gripped the zipper at the top of her jacket. It began the slow, heavenly descent… How desperately, yet fearfully I awaited that lingering zipper to be ripped downward, exposing the beautiful bosom beneath it.

  “Lines moving, idiot!” came a voice as I felt myself being shoved forward.

  The impact sent me colliding into the guy standing several paces ahead.

  Oof!

  But no matter, there was still only one thing on my mind as I whirled my head back around just in time to see the young, shapely girl walking off… laughing to herself among a few friends. The lovely breast hanging in its rightful, innocent place.

  However, the dumb woman had done her magic! I felt the lingering jolts of excitement shooting straight down to my naughty bits as the line progressed forward. Thoughts of her heavenly body and the slow, taunting, unzipping tease filled my mind – just in the same way I wanted to fill her full of some burning, white-hot appreciation. Now keep in mind this was at a point in my life where I didn’t possess full control over, well let’s say, I didn’t have the maturity to always control what happened from beneath the waist. And as you know, I’m sure, we men are prone to wearing some tighter clothing when out job hunting...

  Keeping these things in mind, imagine the shock and terror rising in my body as I approached the doorway leading into the evaluation chamber. By this point there was no more than half a dozen hopefuls in front of me. And here I couldn’t control the raging toy in my pants! No matter how hard I tried or what disgusting image I thought of, the picture of that damn girl and her perfect breast would reenter my brain and send a blaring signal below saying MORE FUEL! MORE COAL! STOKE THE FIRE! And each time my already tight pants would grow a little tighter. I even took my suave hat off to cover the area – I sure didn’t want any of the other men poking fun at my poking fun. This provided me with the slightest relief possible, knowing I could mask this issue, no matter how awkward it appeared.

  A teary eyed girl came stepping out of the room. I guess she didn’t make the cut. The droplets of sadness seem to freeze before they even departed from her cheeks. And how pretty they were. Very feminine. Oh no… and there I went again. I could think of nothing else other than seeing her strip me down, pull my trousers low, and beg me to spray this liquid passion all across her pitiable face. Let me warm those tears for you, darling. And she would take me in her mouth—

  “Come on stupid, lines moving!” Yet another shove sent me spiraling forward. Right beyond the threshold of the evaluation chamber. I saw the cheerful red interior colors. The inviting decorations and warmness. An altogether homey sort of place, one very befitting of the legendary Moundrammers, I had to admit.

  “Next, please,” I heard a masculine, yet slightly aged voice call out.

  Uh oh… I looked in front of me and saw no one. Not a single boy or girl stood between me and the big man! That same annoying hand as before prodded me on the back, ushering me forward. And here the realization hit me. Sheer humiliation! My face exploded with redness, so hot, so scorching with embarrassment. For at this moment, as I reached down to cover my still growing excitement, I noticed the dapper hat of mine had been knocked loose from my hand. It lay several paces back; quickly being stomped and walked on. Every attempt I made to retrieve it was met with another shove, another push, another impudent moron moving me forward int
o the evaluation chamber.

  “It’s ok, sonny,” said the virile voice.

  I froze. Nothing left to do but drop my hands over the spectacle in my pants and hope for the best. Those tiny feet of mine shuffled inside. And here I saw, for the first time in person, Mr. Moundrammer! And his wife, Mrs. Moundrammer, of course. There he sat in his chair. Mrs. Moundrammer held his hand, just as I had been told of. She leaned over and whispered something into her husband’s ear. He laughed heartily.

  “Come a bit closer, young one. Let us have a look at you,” Jonah Moundrammer intoned.