Hard And Deep - 4 Tales Of Extreme Sex

by AE Publications

  “You’re right,” Shyla said. “That wasn’t so bad.”

  She started to climb up and go for the papers to be signed but Steve stopped her.

  “What?” she said.

  “Not yet,” Steve replied.

  “What do you mean, not yet? We fucked. You came. We’re done.”

  “Yes, we fucked, and yes I came, but we’re not done. The session’s not over. I’m ready to go again.”

  “Bullshit,” she said. “You’ve never cum more than once in a day, let alone twice in a row.”

  “That was the old Steve,” he said. ‘This is the new one. See? My dick’s still hard. And I’m still ready to go.”

  “Too bad,” Shyla said.

  “For you, maybe,” Steve said.

  “You said one last fuck.”

  “I said one last fuck session. And last I checked, an orgasm didn’t end the session.”

  “Last I checked, it did.”

  “Bullshit,” Steve said. “I’ve seen you go for hours at a time with your new boyfriend, with not a single break in between. And I know he came more than once during those sessions. I saw it with my own eyes.”

  Shyla looked at him with a weird combination of anger and resignation. But the resignation was all that Steve cared about. It told him that she knew he was right. Which meant that he was going to get his way.

  “Fine,” she said. “But if you start to soften up at all, we’re done.”

  “Seems fair enough.”

  “Now can I go get a towel to wipe this stuff off my face?”

  “No,” Steve said. “Don’t touch it. I want to fuck you with my cum still on your face. I want it to remind me how much of a slut you really are.”

  A flash of pleasure skittered over Shyla’s face and Steve realized that she actually did enjoy getting treated like this. She was a true slut, through and through. Again he kicked himself for not taking advantage of it sooner. But at least he was taking care of it now. Better late than never.

  He flipped her over onto her hands and knees and went back to work.

  #

  Steve came twice more before the day was up, but that was nothing compared to Shyla, who came at least five more times by his count. Even when he got exactly what he wanted she still was able to get more out of it than he was. Their marriage in a nutshell.

  After the last romp they were sitting naked on the couch next to each other, sharing a cigarette, looking like they could have been a happy couple. Then they started talking.

  “If you would’ve fucked me like that earlier I wouldn’t have started cheating on you,” Shyla said.

  “If you hadn’t started cheating on me I would have never known you liked to get fucked like that,” Steve replied.

  “Well, maybe if you would’ve tried it you would’ve found out.”

  “Maybe if you ever sober enough to fuck me I would have tried,” Steve said.

  “Yeah, well maybe if you weren’t such an asshole I would have been sober more often.”

  “And if you weren’t such a bitch I wouldn’t have been such an asshole.”

  “Whatever,” Shyla said, standing up and grabbing the stack of papers from the table and handing them to Steve. “Just sign so we can end this relationship for good.”

  “Fine,” Steve said. “Just give me a pen and let’s get it over with.”

  Shyla reached into her purse, pulled one out and handed it to him.

  Steve flipped to the last page and scribbled onto the line that called for his signature. He closed the papers up and handed them to Shyla.

  Her relief was painted on her face as she folded the papers up without looking and stuffed them into her purse. Then she straightened herself out and without another word, turned and headed towards the front door.

  A couple seconds later the door closed. Steve leaned back in the couch, pleased with himself. Not only had he just stuck it to his wife, he had done so in more ways than one. Unless she was married to Mickey Mouse, the signature on her divorce papers wasn’t worth the paper it was printed on. Smiling, he turned the TV on and grabbed himself a beer. Life was good.

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  SHE LIKES IT ROUGH

  DIRK ROCKWELL

  Some people like their women and short and stacked. Not me. I prefer them long and lean, fit and athletic. Not necessarily muscular (although I like that too) but toned and tight. Long legs. Firm ass. Washboard stomach. And fake tits.

  I know, I know, I’m in the minority on that last part, but I just love them perfectly round, firm but not hard; as long as they’re not too monstrous I totally dig them.

  There’s another tangible advantage to athletic women too; they can take an incredible pounding. Because they work out all the time, pushing their bodies to the limits, they’re used to pain and discomfort, relish it even, and this applies to the bedroom also.

  Obviously it’s impossible to always judge a book by its cover (I’ve been with plenty of short, stacked types who loved to get pounded too) but as a general rule, if you’re into rough, aggressive sex, find yourself an athletic woman. But be forewarned; they often like to dish it out as much as they like to receive it, so if you’re not into that sort of thing, if you like your women submissive and weak, then you should probably look in another direction.

  That being said, looks aren’t everything when it comes to having fun in the sack. I’ve been with many average-to-below-looking women and had a great time fucking a good many of them. But if you can find a hottie who is great in the sack then you’ve got the best of both worlds.

  It’s hard to quantify what makes someone a great lover. Obviously, attitude is part of it, but it’s more than that. And while looks don’t have a direct effect on how good someone is in bed, it’s certainly easier to get excited the better looking someone is. But looks are far from the most important thing.

  No, what makes a great lover are the intangibles. Flexibility, willingness to do absolutely anything, the ability to be intense or playful or just plain fun, not only from one day to the next but even within the same session. The best lovers enjoy being dominant just as much as being submissive, and will willingly take on whatever role the situation calls for. Add great looks on top of that, and you’ve got something special.

  Luckily I recently found a women with everything. Her name is Tracy.

  She’s incredibly hot, with the tightest, most insane body I’ve ever seen. Long and lean and athletic with fake tits and the face of a model. Plus she’s nasty as hell, willing to do absolutely anything at any time. She’s funny, she’s smart, she’s self-deprecating, she’s well-spoken, kind-hearted, and pretty much everything else good you can think of. And in the sack, she’s a magician. It’s as if she can read my mind; she knows exactly what I want at that particular moment, even if I’m not sure myself.

  It’s incredible, really, how perfect a woman she is. And even more incredible that I somehow got hooked up with her.

  I fondly remember the first night we spent together. It was a chance meeting. We were at a party put on by a mutual friend and were both in the back yard having a smoke. We got to talking and realized we were both in the same situation; drunk and bored out of our asses. So she suggested that we go over to my place and hang out.

  It seemed harmless enough at the time, and although I was hoping something was going to happen, I was by no means expecting it. But as soon as we entered my house, she surprised me, grabbing me and pulling me close and touching her lips to mine right there in the kitchen. It wasn’t long until we were making out like animals, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths with reckless abandon.

  After a couple minutes, Tracy pulled back. Smiling, she looked directly into my eyes and said, “Before we go any further, I have to warn you about something.”

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “This may seem a little strange, but I like to get it out into the open right from the start, before things get too crazy.”

  “O-kay,” I said, not sure where
this was going.

  “I like to get a little crazy in the sack,” Tracy said. “I’m not one for just regular, boring old sex.”

  I broke out in a smile that matched hers. “Just a little crazy?” I said. “Well that’s too bad, because I like to get a lot crazy.”

  “Did I say a little?” Tracy replied, smiling like a demon. “What I meant was I like to get insane. Otherwise I figure, why even bother?”

  “That’s funny,” I said. “Because I like to get insane too.”

  “Good,” Tracy said, continuing to stare at me. “Then I guess I chose correctly this evening.”

  “That you did,” I replied. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head towards mine and we started to make out again, more roughly this time.

  Shortly after we started up again, Tracy ran her hand down my chest and grabbed ahold of my cock through my jeans.

  In reply, I slipped my finger under her skirt and was going to rub her pussy over her panties when I realized that she didn’t have any on. But I pushed ahead anyway, rubbing the outside of her pussy for a few seconds to get her warmed up before sticking two fingers inside her and finger-fucking her.

  Tracy broke off the kiss and stood there looking up at me with her wide eyes full of excitement, watching my face intently as I continued working her pussy with my fingers. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth and her breath was growing more and more rapid as I increased the pressure and depth of my fingers inside her.

  “Do you like that?” I asked. “Do you like having my fingers inside your pussy?”

  “I love it,” Tracy said.

  “Do you want another one inside you?”

  “Yes please,” she said.

  I slid a third finger inside her pussy and angled my wrist upwards to rub the edges of her clit as I finger-fucked her.

  “What about that?” I asked. “Do you like that too?”

  “I fucking love it,” Tracy said between gasps. Her other hand made its way down to my groin and started working the zipper, pulling it down and negotiating my hard cock out of my boxers and jeans until it was sticking straight out of the little slit in my pants. Once my cock was free she started to jerk me off.

  I returned the favor by slipping my pinkie insider her, joining the other three fingers. It was a tight fit at first but she quickly loosened up as I moved my fingers inside her dripping wet snatch.

  Just a few seconds later Tracy’s entire body started quivering and she let out a low moan as an orgasm passed through her, soaking my fingers even further.

  But even though she came, I continued working her pussy, even going at it more aggressively now. She responded by jerking me off with more vigor.

  In return, I reached out and grabbed ahold of her tit and squeezed it while my other hand continued working her pussy.

  She too took things to another level, cupping my balls with her free hand and squeezing them.

  We stood there, face-to-face, staring into each other’s eyes, playing with each other for a full minute before we were ready for something more.

  I suddenly yanked my fingers from her pussy and stuck them into her mouth.

  Tracy licked her pussy juices off my fingers until they were totally clean, still staring directly at me, continuing to jerk me off the whole time. Not saying a word, just staring with a little grin on her face.

  “Do you like the taste of your pussy?” I asked her.

  “I fucking love it,” Tracy said, dropping to her knees, right there in the kitchen. “But now I’m ready to taste your cock.”

  “If you insist,” I said.

  “Oh I do,” she said. “I do.”

  “Then be my guest,” I said, smiling.

  Tracy undid the waistband of my jeans and pulled them and my boxers down to my knees without any hint of restraint. She wrapped her lips around my stiff cock and took the whole thing in her mouth, effortlessly deepthroating my cock for a full 5 seconds before backing off to take a deep breath.

  “Holy shit you’re good at that,” I said, barely getting the words out of my mouth before one of her hands went to the base of my shaft and grabbed on tight while the other cupped my balls. She looked up at me and flashed me a dirty smile then spit on my cock and started jerking me off.

  “You like that, do you?” she asked, jerking me off while she talked. “You like it when I take your cock down my throat? When I swallow the whole fucking thing?”

  “I love it,” I said.

  Tracy’s hand was still working my cock and her eyes were locked on mine. “You want me to swallow your cock again, don’t you? You want me to stick it down my throat as far as it will go. Don’t you?”

  Smiling, I nodded.

  “Damn right you do,” Tracy said, smiling like a animal. She slapped my cock against her tongue a couple times then started blowing me again, her lips moving up and down my shaft with her hand, sucking and jerking me off at the same time. Choking noises escaped from her mouth as she took my cock deeper down her throat. And then her hands were gripping my ass cheeks and she made my cock disappear.

  “Oh my god,” I said as Tracy held my cock in her throat for at least ten full seconds before gagging and finally pulling her mouth off. She took a couple of deep breaths then spit on my cock and started jerking it some more, her saliva coating my shaft, making it extremely slick.

  Tracy shifted her body, sliding further beneath me, then started licking my balls. With her free hand she squeezed my sack tight, trapping my balls in a little sack, then went to work on them, sucking on them one at a time.

  The pressure was so intense that my legs were shaking. I had to grab the counter top to keep from falling.

  Suddenly Tracy released my balls. Looking up at me with her hand still around my cock, she said, “I want you to fuck my face. Do you think you can do that for me?”

  “I think I can manage,” I said, my smile growing.

  Tracy put her hands behind her back and opened her mouth wide. Her lips were mere centimeters from the tip of my cock.

  I took a deep breath then put my hands on the back of her head to keep it steady, then stuck my cock back inside her mouth and started immediately pumping her face. Gagging sounds come from her throat as I pummeled her mouth but she kept it open no matter how much of my cock I gave her.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I said, thoroughly enjoying myself as I looked down at Tracy.

  Saliva was pouring out of her mouth, dripping down her chin and neck and coating her chest. Tears ran from her eyes and down her cheek, smearing her dark mascara.

  My cock was slippery as hell as I continued to give her the whole thing, from tip to base, relentlessly slamming it in and back out of her throat as she gagged and coughed.

  With her tear-stained, puppy-dog eyes still turned up to me, I face-fucked her for another half a minute before I needed to stop lest I take things past the point of no return. I yanked my cock out of her mouth and gave it a couple of smacks to calm it down.

  “It felt that good, huh?” Tracy said, the look on her face telling me that she knew how close I was to cumming.

  “Yes it did,” I said.

  “Just wait,” she replied, climbing to her feet. “Because that’s just the beginning.”

  Tracy bent over at the waist so her upper body was on top of the counter. Her legs were straight, and her perfect ass was sticking out, staring at me, taunting me, just asking to get fucked.

  “Are you ready to slam your cock me?” she asked, rubbing her ass up against me. Her upper body was turned enough that she could see my face as she talked. “Are you ready to fuck me like I deserve to be fucked?”

  “Hell yeah,” I said, so excited I could barely get the words out.

  “Then come on over here and show me what you can do with that huge cock of yours.”

  Smiling widely, I grabbed my cock and slipped it into her soaking wet pussy. As soon as the head got inside her, Tracy immediately slammed her ass back into me, almost making me lose my balance
. But I recovered quickly and I grabbed ahold of her waist and leaned forward to balance myself more evenly.

  Pushing against the counter with her own hands for leverage, she slammed her ass back into me again as I drove my hips forward at the same time, hammering my cock into her pussy.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” she said, slamming back against me with increasing rapidity. “Fuck me like you mean it. Like you’re trying to break me in half.”

  To get more leverage, I grabbed the back of her shoulders and pulled her body towards me with every thrust. After a couple of pumps I had the timing down, and our bodies were slamming against each other, the sound echoing about the kitchen.

  “Just like that,” Tracy screamed. “Just like that! Hammer me with that cock! Fucking destroy me!”

  I did as she asked, giving her everything I had, slamming my cock in and out of her pussy with deep, aggressive thrusts.

  After nearly a full minute of this, I decided to mix things up. I was having tons of fun, but at this rate, I wouldn’t last very long, so I needed to give myself a little break while keeping Tracy excited as hell.

  She let out a little groan of disappointment when I pulled my cock out of her, but quickly recovered once I’d dropped to me knees and buried my face in between her ass cheeks.

  “Goddamn that feels fucking good!” Tracy cried in an excited tone. “Bury that fucking face in there. Bury it in my fucking pussy!”

  So I did, pressing my face against her flesh and jamming my tongue into her pussy. She decided to lend a helping hand, reaching down and grabbing the back of my head, pulling my face deeper into her, practically smothering me

  “Yes, yes, yes!” she said as she bounced her ass up and down, riding my rigid tongue with her snatch. “Right there! Right fucking there!”

  After a good thirty seconds of having my face smashed against Tracy’s flesh, I needed a little break. So I gave her a hearty slap on the ass, startling her enough to allow me to back off and get some air into my lungs.