Erotica: Can't Keep Them Apart (New Adult Romance Bundle)(Erotic Sex Taboo Box Set)

by Audrey Drake

  Terri blinked at him, understanding his frustration, but thinking he was being an idiot about things all the same. “But wait... S.H.A.F.T. saved your life... It wasn't their choice to punish you, they just reduced your sentence for you. They did you a favor! And besides, you don't have to worry about that sort of thing anymore. You live in the future now! We're a lot less up-tight about sex then we were back then, and even though there are still rules about when and where you can do it, we're more or less just a bunch of depraved and indiscriminate fuckers anymore. You can be completely free here to do what you want with your own body!”

  Stiff seemed to perk up at this, leaning in slightly with surprise. “Really?” he said, clearly thinking the news over in his mind. “Well... To be honest... I'm actually still a virgin... I mean I was nineteen when they froze me, but I had never once managed to get any action before then. And now I'm, what, pushing a hundred years old soon?” he laughed, but really he seemed pretty upset about it.

  Terri smiled, and it was here that she came in for the kill with her offer. “Well, I'll tell you what. How about if I sleep with you, just to get you acclimated to the new sexual climate of the day, and in return maybe you'll do some reconsidering about your decision to join S.H.A.F.T.?”

  “Done!” said the eager centenarian virgin, and Terri smiled, confident of the fact that S.H.A.F.T. had just recruited its first new member.

  Chapter Two

  In addition to never having slept with a girl, poor Stiffy had apparently never before even kissed one, either. Terri had leaned in, her lips shaped expectantly on a course for his own, and he'd leaned in and planted a quick peck on them, then rushed anxiously away from her face and asked nervously, “Was that right?”

  At this point, Terri had sighed, smiled sympathetically, and pounced on him, pinning him up against the adjacent wall, and attacking his mouth with seventy-five years' worth of unreceived oral love, licking his lips, jousting her tongue down his throat, blowing her heated breath into his body and practically suffocating him with her experienced kisses. She wrapped an arm around his armored waist, and she pulled his body into her, the erect steel shaft of his chastity belt poking her pubic area through her skirt, and her round, ample breasts squeezing tight against his armored chest. She tussled a rough hand through his gorgeous blond hair, and just to torture the poor kid, she bit down like a vampire on his thin neck, sinking her teeth just far enough in to give him something to remember her by, endowing young Stiffy with his very first hickey.

  At last she pulled away, letting the stifled kid breathe finally, and she felt a large degree of satisfaction at his ruffled appearance, his hair looking as though he'd just gotten out of bed, and his face painted as red as the stripes on his patriotic erection with embarrassment.

  This was going to be fun, she thought, giving the poor kid a lusty smile as he counted down the last remaining minutes of his tortured virginity.

  It took some amount of fiddling to remove the steel-plated chastity belt from around Stiffy's waist. When the U.S. government wanted someone's innocence preserved, they really kept their innocence preserved. What was more, the lad's arousal during their initial foreplay had caused his erection to grow long and thick, essentially taking the shape of the belt's hollow shaft, and thereby getting the tight, ill-fitting thing stuck to his pelvis. The force of the suction felt great as Terri attempted to pull the cramped thing off of him, the blood being forced to his member and causing his erection to grow stronger, firmer, more intense. When at last she managed to remove the damn thing altogether, his cock was veiny and throbbing with stimulation, a clear sticky dab of pre-cum seeping out of his penis's gleaming red skull.

  It was far from the biggest cock Terri had ever had the pleasure of pleasuring, but it was still pretty decent sized all the same, and at any rate, it was was Stiff's eager young enthusiasm that attracted her more than his size, and she looked forward to having quite a bit of fun with her inexperienced young prey.

  For the first time in his life, Stiff felt the hot, wet lips of a woman sliding down the length of his cock, saliva dribbling smoothly along and her tongue skimming torturously along the pulsing underside of his shaft.

  He moaned, throwing his head back, savoring his first ever sexual contact with a woman.

  Terri bobbed her head in and out along the length of his erection, purposefully working up an excess of saliva and letting it foam up around him inside of her. It was one of the easiest blowjobs she had ever given, his cock's length a manageable amount to be pressed down her throat, and her audience so inexperienced as to take pleasure in even the most basic of techniques. She loved how much enjoyment she was giving him with even this negligible level of effort, and she swirled her tongue around experimentally a few times just to keep him on his toes. Each time she did he shuddered, and Terri was immensely satisfied.

  She sped up after a while, ramming her face hard against his bush-heavy pelvis, and Slick began to shake rather wildly, the sudden velocity apparently too much for him to handle. She made a few final thrusts of her head and then pulled his body hard into her face, seizing him by the armored ass and stifling herself with his cock pressed as far as it would reach down her throat. She was just about to pull him out of her and switch to another position, when suddenly he began to moan, and she could feel his slick erection beginning to pulsate between her cheeks. She pulled back slightly, knowing what was about to happen, and braced herself. Several long, thick, hot spurts of his cum came gushing out the bulging tip of his penis, a great quantity of sperm having been stored up in his body during the course of seven decades' frozen imprisonment. The warm, bitter stuff went sloshing about within her cheeks, filling up her mouth, and splashing back on to the taut, fleshy surface of his star-spangled boner.

  Stiffy grunted, not with satisfaction exactly, and when Terri looked up at him she saw him staring with a terrified look in his eyes.

  “Oh my God, I'm... I'm so sorry,” he said anxiously, certain that a pre-mature ejaculation was the most shameful thing in the world.

  Terri, without missing a beat, pulled him out of her. Long thick strands of his cum hung off of his cock as she left it, and his erection seemed to be growing rapidly flaccid at the humiliation of his defeat.

  Terri rose back up to her full height, staring with fierceness in her eyes at him, and all Stiff could do was keep apologizing, sure that the angry vixen was about to open up her mouth and blow fire at him for his error. Instead, though, she leaned in to him, and when she did open her mouth it was to plant a sticky kiss on his lips. He felt his own warm, bitter fluids being passed back along into his mouth, long, gorgeous threads of his semen snapping away from her lips as she pulled away. She smiled at his dazed expression, then leaned back in to retrieve the load once again. The cum sloshed from mouth to mouth to mouth to mouth as they kissed, and Terri felt curious as to how goddamn red that adorable little face of his could become.

  By the time Terri had laid claim to the load, swallowed it, and taken both of their clothes off, Captain Erotica's erection had been revitalized to its former glory, blazing triumphantly after what could have been considered a brief and humiliating defeat.

  She cornered him against as the wall as the two of them continued to kiss, her lips still salty with his taste. Her tits were pressed hard against his thin and sweaty body, and his cock pointed vertically upward, forced up against her smooth, pink pubic triangle. Pulling her lips from him despite his desire to continue devouring them she seized both of his hands, tugging them upwards from her waist, and forcing them to seize hold of her firm, ample tits. Then she removed her own hands from his, reached around behind him, and grabbed hold of his ass. The cheeks clenched into one another, and she pulled his body into her, the contours of their forms fitting together with seamless perfection. Shivering he ran his fingers along the round, fleshy spheres of her breasts. tracing out the beautiful ridges of the dark, erect nipples, and causing her to sigh with pleasure.

  Then, just to f
uck with him, she once more grabbed his hand, slid it down along her in the narrow space between their bodies, and hooked his fingers up into the fleshy pink tunnel of her vagina. She shuddered at his touch, and from the look on his face, she half expected him to cum again all over them both. She was glad, though, that he'd already ejaculated once, as now it would take a greater effort before she would be able to get anything out of him, and he might actually stand a chance at lasting a little bit longer this time.

  She would be working the controls during intercourse, she decided, and she turned to unpin him from the wall, spinning him around to face the other way, and dipping him down to the floor to lie on his back. His erection now pointing straight up into the air, she climbed atop his slim body on her knees, straddling his waist cowgirl style, and gently lowering her aroused pussy onto the hard sword of his flesh.

  “Oh... GOD!” he moaned, and she smiled, used as she was to being the partner overwhelmed during sex herself.

  She tore into the kid without a pretense of mercy, ripping away his virginity with a fearsome relentlessness that was entirely too much for him. She could see his overwhelmed expression through the blur of her vision as she bounced up and down on top of him, slamming her pussy into his cock with an intense and dedicated meanness, her breasts hopping up and down like basketballs from her chest, the heavy quantities of sweat pouring off of her skin splashing down on him in a thick, consistent mist. His eyes were wide, unblinking, and his stunned lips were shaped into a perfectly round oval of pleasure. His hands waved awkwardly as they searched for something to clutch onto, and finding nothing, they clenched hard into tight, balled up fists.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God!” they both wailed, as though both had been practicing this exact same chant and were synchronizing perfectly, and then WHAM!

  After several minutes of fucking Terri slammed down hard, grinding the lips of her femininity back and forth against his agonized penis, and then lunging herself forward, her spine arching in toward him, her neck pointed upward, and her breasts pointing straight up toward the ceiling. She dug her painted fingernails into his chest as her body began to shake with orgasm, and as she writhed and rocked and trembled in a fit of climax, she could feel him blasting off his hot wet load inside of her once again, the cum shooting upward and then sinking back down along the body of his cock, a lesser quantity this time after much of his stores had been depleted, but still a decent amount.

  Both of them wailed with their mutual arrival at climax, and outside the door the T&A agents looked at one another. Both grinned, knowing that at long last this meant that their frozen ward had succeeded in losing his hundred-year-old virginity. They gave one another a high five of victory, then immediately shifted back into their serious demeanors, deadly terrified that this brief moment of frivolity had made them each look unprofessional.

  As they lay there tangled in the sweaty mess of the afterglow, Slick's mussed-up head resting on the ample cushion of Terri's heaving breasts, the lad announced seriously that he had reconsidered her previous proposal, and that after giving it some serious thought, he'd decided that yes, he would join S.H.A.F.T., and was certain that he would make a valuable asset to the team in the long run.

  Terri only smiled to herself, and then promptly fell asleep beneath his weight.

  The End

  The Offenders – The Complete Series

  Confessions From Lancaster

  Chapter One

  One can only churn so much butter before they start to develop a dirty mind.

  The slow, rhythmic thrusting of the hard, wooden shaft, up, up, and up, slurping and suctioning as it slides, then thrusting back down into the churn, plunging, sliding, pummeling rhythmically, upppppp, dowwwwwnnnnn, upppppp, dowwwwwnnnnn, gradually picking up speed, gaining momentum, the staff plunging deeper, harder, faster down in, klap, klap, klap, klap, klap, klap, klap, klap, klap, sweat rolling, heart pounding, driving repeatedly into the warm, thick, creamy white liquid inside the churn.

  Ruth became rather hot under the bonnet just thinking about it.

  Even at the risk of being shunned outright, the nubile eighteen-year-old was a profoundly sexual young lass, her billowing layers of skirt hiding a set of loins that oozed, burned to be made use of, abused, plowed into like the fields she stared out at every day, longing for the firm, forceful embrace of one of the workers, sowing within herself the delectable seeds of sin.

  At night she bundled herself beneath her quilts, wrapping her body so tightly that no one could detect any funny business. Her skin prickled with sweat, making her aroused body slick with lubrication, and she had to do her damnedest to suppress the light moans that seeped from her throat as she caressed herself, gliding her hands adeptly across every contour of her slippery body. She would slip her bloomers down to her knees beneath the covers, and the twiddling of her fingers amongst the wet spot between her legs alone was enough to convince her of her eventual exile into hellfire.

  But what she thought about while she did it was as equally a condemnation for her as if she had committed a murder.

  Almost every night during Ruth's quilted and concealed masturbation, she fantasized herself into the most scandalous of erotic scenarios with the men- and sometimes, God save her soul, women- around her.

  She would be milking cows with her friend Mary, squeezing the unpasteurized liquid from the udders with a loud, thick stream into a metal bucket, when suddenly Mary was upon her, attempting to milk her instead, and then breed her while she was at it. She would bend her over, forcing her dairy-weary derriere into the air, her knees in the bedding of gold straw that littered the barn room floor. She would run her hands tenderly up and down along her cottony dress, fingers groping seductively, stopping at her breasts to take a slow, firm squeeze, and then traveling south to her waist, skimming from front to back between her legs, savoring the delectable heat of Ruth's concealed femininity. Slowly, she would peel away her clothing, layer upon layer upon layer, being stripped away and cast aside by the precise same sets of hands that produced them. At last they would be naked, save for their bonnets (even in her fantasies they must at least preserve some infinitesimal modicum of modesty.) Mary would mount her, grinding her loose, wet pussy against Ruth's firm behind, humping gingerly, back and forth, back and forth, rocking, gliding, sliding, the heat between their bodies melting them together, causing Ruth to shiver from the damnable pleasure of it.

  Alternately, she may be out in the fields, harvesting corn, when suddenly Mary's brother, Obadiah, already happily married, would seize hold of her tightly, husking her, exposing her beautiful, perfect niblets to the open air, and would lie her down right their on the ground, square in the middle of the cornfield, her body coating itself in a thick, red dust from the dry soil. Again, she retained her bonnet, because some habits die hard. He would press his lips to her ghostly white flesh, lapping her up like a saucer of milk. Their tongues exploring one another's cheeks, a cocktail of one another's saliva dribbling back and forth between mouths. Lower the kisses would go, spanning down to her neck, making her cringe from the application of his teeth, a hickey that would be easy enough to conceal thanks to her over-layering of anti-sexual clothing later on. To her breasts, ripe and tender, their nipples erect, swirling his tongue around each one, savoring the taste, his bushy brown beard tickling her skin. She would moan, her body writhing snakelike in the dirt, dust clouds rising around their glowing forms, until at last he took his first juicy taste of her fruits, causing her filthy spine to arch into the air, her body rising halfway up off the ground of its own volition. He would climb on top of her, wearing only a skimpy set of undergarments, still strangely held up by a set of suspenders. He would release his erection through the fly. He would drive it inside of her, causing her eyes to grow wide, her body to burn with his enlarged penetration.

  He would shuck her lights out.

  Or maybe, maybe, on nights when Ruth was feeling particularly creative and/or aroused, she would imagine herself at a
barn-raising, bare and exposed among the cluster of big, strong, sturdy men, moist and aroused and ready to raise a few stakes of her own. They would circle around her, swarming her exposed body like bees, clambering to run kisses around her erogenous zones. Two men took her throat, skimming up and down, one on each breast, licking and swirling and sucking and lapping, several around her torso, kissing her stomach, her spine, her armpits, her buttocks, wherever they felt like it. One sat hunkered on his knees, his beard between her legs, eating her out with a slow, savory delicacy. And before long they would have her on her back. Ezekiel would be beneath her, penetrating her anally, while Joshua and Ezekiel Jr. assaulted her pussy from the top, their penises rubbing together inside of her, the scores of other men not doing any thrusting standing around in a circle, churning themselves manually, all of them gyrating fiercely in a race to lather her up with cream.

  Or maybe it was a potluck, featuring Ruth as the main course- or alternatively maybe it was the opposite, with Ruth the only diner amongst dozens of male guests, and an endless supply of long, succulent sausage as the exquisite main course.

  For such a prudish and conservative little community, the possibilities were practically endless.

  But of course, invariably, they were only fantasies.

  Ruth longed for some genuine means of exploring her devilish sexuality, of feeling the warmth, stickiness, and girth of a lover beside her, around her, within her. But in truth it was as good as hopeless. A proud Amish lady such as herself did not get to experience sex save for in the confines of the marriage bed, and even this was infinitely less satisfying, she knew, than she liked to imagine it during her fantasies. It was simple, straightforward, un-exotic, utilitarian. Hump, dump, pull out. Procreate, but do not enjoy. Feel bad about what you've done. She'd heard rumors that married couples did not even remove their clothes during sex, but exposed just enough cock and pussy to get the job done adequately, then tucked them back safely away again to continue pretending that their genitals did not exist.