Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  “Did you two have a nice afternoon?” John asked. I blushed a little embarrassed, but Ben just smiled at him.

  “It was good, relaxing. Thank you for getting all of the errands done. It was nice to have the afternoon to chill.” Ben answered.

  “I’m glad you got some rest. Jen, how are you feeling? I know it was a bit of a stressful morning.” Max smiled at me and I melted a little. I turned toward him.

  “I’m alright, I’m glad that I’m spending the night here. It’s a really long drive back to school, and I’d hate to make the whole trip without even spending an evening in my home town. Plus, it’s been nice getting to know you three.”

  “Well there’s lots more to know about us.” John answered. His eyes lingered on me for a minute and I wondered if, when he’d caught me staring before, he’d been thinking naughty things about me as well. John was such a nice, friendly guy. He seemed more innocent than Ben or Max.

  “Our evening is just getting started.” Max added, winking at me.

  I felt Max rest his hand on my thigh. At first, I thought it was an accident, but then I felt him squeeze my leg, he slowly started rubbing his hand up and down my inner thigh, stopping a few inches short of my pussy. It felt good, made me tingle-y and even hornier. I needed release. It seemed like every time I started to cool down and think about something other than sex— an ironic thing for a virgin to be obsessed with— something else happened that put me right back in the mood. I looked up at Ben, expecting him to be upset with Max, but they were smiling at each other. I thought about how amazing Ben’s fingers had felt as he teased and fucked me with them. I remembered how much I loved sucking his cock, learning to be a perfect little cocksucker. I wondered if Max and John’s cocks were as perfect as Ben’s. I couldn’t believe all the dirty thoughts I was having.

  Back at school I touched myself, of course. But I’d never really had dirty fantasies about anyone I knew, much less about three people I was in the same room with at one time. I guess maybe I was just into older guys the whole time? I started thinking about my past crushes, in high school; they’d all been teachers and coaches. In college, however, the professors were a little too old or too nerdy. Not like John or Max or Ben. I looked at each of them, my whole body tingling with desire as I thought about what I liked about each one. John was warm and his glasses gave him a sexy-nerdy vibe. Max’s boyish charm and all American good looks reminded me of the leading men in teen romance novels I used to read. And Ben, Ben was the perfect male specimen. Tall, attractive, successful, sweet, barely unattainable, a bit of a player. I had to shake myself a little to stop myself from imaging how Max and John’s cocks would feel in my mouth, what sounds they would make as I blew them, how their cum might taste.

  Surprising me again, Ben leaned down and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back, turned on by Max rubbing my thigh and the memories of the afternoon. Ben’s hand groped my breast and I pulled back for a moment, not because I wasn’t turned on. I wanted his hand on my boob, but I wanted to make eye contact with him, to make sure that I understood what was happening. Ben smiled and winked at me. I nodded up at him and pulled him back toward me, kissing him deeply. I felt myself get wetter and more excited thinking about what was happening. I shifted, pulling myself onto my knees on the couch and facing Ben. I felt Max’s hand on my ass and I pushed it back against him, encouraging him to explore me with his hands. Ben broke our kiss.

  “Stand up.” Ben said. I smiled at him and obeyed. I noticed that John was rubbing himself through his jeans, staring at me. I winked at him. “Your nipples are so hard, I can see them through your shirt.” Ben told me as I stood in front of him, I blushed a little, “that’s good.” He added. “I like a sweet young thing who’s not afraid of being turned on and sexy.” John stood up and came behind me, he kissed my neck a little, sending shivers down my spine, and then his hands toyed with the hem of my tank top.

  “You’re beautiful” he whispered in my ear as he pulled the tank over my head. I reached back and unclasped my bra, turning to John and kissing him quickly but deeply as it fell to the floor. My heart was racing with excitement at what was going on. I smiled at John, looking into his dark eyes through his glasses. Max was sitting on the couch, he’d taken his shirt off revealing perfect abs; I was surprised and delighted. I couldn’t tell what an amazing body he had while he was dressed, but the sight of his muscles made me shiver, anxious to see more of him.

  “Come back over here, Jen.” Ben pulled me into his lap and started gently squeezing both of my nipples. I let out a moan. “She liked it when you play with her tits.” Ben winked at John and Max. “Don’t you, babe?” I was so overwhelmed with the feeling of his hands all over me that I could only nod. A moan escaped my mouth as I leaned back against his chest. I could tell that Max and John were staring at me, watching as Ben responded to my body, teasing me and turning me on further. I was hot and wet and desperate, incredibly turned on by the thought of how much these three sexy, older men wanted my little virgin body. I kissed Ben deeply and pulled at his shirt, he took it off.

  “You too.” I said, looking at John. He smiled at me and pulled his shirt over his head. He was thin and tan, with just a sprinkling of chest hair. I glanced down and could see his cock straining against his pants. Ben’s hands found the button of my jeans and he unfastened them and shimmied them down over my hips. I expected him to put his hand in my panties and tease my clit, as he had before and as I so desperately wanted him to. Instead, he whispered in my ear.

  “Lie down, Jen.” I moaned, a little disappointed that he wouldn’t touch me yet. But I did as he said. If the afternoon was any indication, listening to Ben’s suggestions when it came to sex would definitely end in experiencing new levels of pleasure. I put my head in Max’s lap as I laid down. John came closer to us as Ben pulled my legs over his lap and slowly massaged my thigh, up and down, moving closer and closer to my desperate sex; never touching it. Max’s hands began to massage my breasts, teasing and flicking at my nipples. I let out a gentle moan. I could feel how wet I was, on the edge of orgasm before anyone had even touched my pussy. I started trying to grind against Ben.

  John kneeled beside the couch and tugged at my panties, slowly pulling them down. Ben stood up and I thought they were going to switch places, but John just moved closer to the couch instead of sitting on it. He pulled one of my legs over his shoulder and slowly started teasing my pussy lips with just one finger.

  “Oh fuck, that feels good.” I whispered, breathless. My whole body was hot and shaky with desire. John pushed the teasing finger into me and I inhaled sharply, his hands felt amazing. I looked up at Max, who took one hand off of my right breast and stuck a finger into my mouth. I sucked it, flicking it with my tongue like Ben had taught me to do to his cock.

  Max breathed deeply and made a content sound as his eyes rolled up into his head. He removed his finger from my mouth and started rubbing his cock through his pants, I could tell he was very hard and the knowledge made me even hornier. John inserted another finger into my dripping sex and started finger fucking me more quickly. Just as I was starting to tighten around him, he slowed and I let out an exasperated moan. Then, he lowered his head and gently sucked my clit. Slowly increasing the speed and pressure of his mouth, tongue, fingers inside me.

  “Oh my god, that, fuck, feels so good.” I breathed. I was so turned on I couldn’t believe it. I felt myself on the edge of orgasmic release when John pulled away. I let out a frustrated moan. Ben pulled me up off the couch and kissed me deeply, his fingers finding my dripping pussy. “I am so wet and horny for you.” I told him. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, matching the rhythm of his fingers sliding in and out of me. I reached down and unbuckled his belt, he pulled his fingers out of me and took his jeans off the rest of the way.

  “What do you want, Jen?” He asked me, his voice was loaded with desire, but still had a sexy confidence that suggested he already knew the answer to his question.

  “I want
you inside me.” I said, “I want to feel your big, hard cock inside my wet, virgin pussy.” I reached up and kissed him again. “I need to feel you fuck me.”

  Ben kissed me deeply and then pulled me over to the couch where he laid me with my ass up on the arm rest, my torso and head lay across the seats. Max was sitting just above where my head was and John stood near Ben, all three men stared at me with hunger and desire. I felt like the sexiest woman on Earth. I was so turned on, I couldn’t wait.

  “Are you ready, Jen?” Ben asked. I could only nod. He positioned himself between my legs and slowly rubbed his cock against my pussy, getting the head and shaft wet with my desire. Slowly, he moved the head of his cock against my opening and started to press into me. The pressure was intense and I felt him push harder against me, breaking my virginity. I gasped a little bit as the tip of his cock pushed into me. The pain was fleeting. Slowly, looking at me intently, Ben pushed his hard cock all the way inside me. I felt completely full, his cock pushed my pussy to what felt like the limit. “Where’s my cock?” Ben asked.

  “Inside my naughty virgin pussy.” I breathed. Ben moaned and pulled back a bit, then pushed into me. Slowly at first, and then faster he fucked me. I moaned. “Fuck, Ben, you feel so good.” His fingers found my clit and gently massaged in rhythm with his perfect, hard cock pounding into me. I couldn’t believe that instead of at a belated eighteenth birthday dinner, I was being fucked for the very first time by my older neighbor and loving it. As Ben’s pace quickened I felt myself tightening around him. “Oh my god, I think I’m gonna cum.” I breathed before I felt the first wave of my orgasm hit. Ben slowed as I came down. “That was amazing.” I said. He pulled out of me.

  “Flip over” he said, I eagerly obliged and he pumped into me from behind a few times. “Jen, you feel amazing, you’re so sexy, so tight. I want you to suck my cock while John fucks you.” The thought turned me on beyond belief, I nodded eagerly. John’s cock was a little shorter and it had more girth than Ben’s. He was uncut and felt intense as he first pushed into me from behind.

  “Oh god, Jen you’re so tight, you feel amazing.” John said as he found a rhythm inside me. Ben positioned himself in front of me on the couch so that I could suck his cock. I tasted myself on him, earthy and sweet. I eagerly sucked and licked and used my mouth and hand together like he’d taught me. After a few minutes, Ben pulled my hand off of his cock and I looked up. Max stood over us with his hard cock out. It was slightly smaller than Ben’s and John’s, but it still looked delicious and I hoped I would get to feel him inside me soon. I moved my mouth back to Ben’s cock while I used my hand on Max. John pushed into me particularly hard and deep, and I moaned involuntarily, surprised. The visual of me getting fucked while his perfect cock was in my mouth must have been too much for Ben, he shot his second load of the day into my mouth. I swallowed eagerly. Max moved behind me as John pulled out.

  “My turn,” Max winked at me as I looked over my shoulder at him. Ben gently scratched my back as John moved into Ben’s old spot so that I could suck his cock as well. Ben’s gentle back scratches made me tingly. Max pushed into me slowly at first, and then fucked me quick and hard. “Fuck, you are tight, you feel amazing.” He said. He reached around me and started rubbing my swollen, horny clit as I took John into my mouth, trying to swallow as much of his length as I could. I tried to focus on impressing John with my newly minted oral skills. His cock felt good in my mouth, and I felt amazingly naughty and dirty with older men in two of my three holes. Max started rubbing my clit more intensely and the sensation sent me over the edge, I convulsed around his cock, my third orgasm of the day made me feel blissfully spent. I kept my mouth on John and doubled my effort to make him cum, relishing the power I had, staring up at his bespectacled face and moaning as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock.

  “Oh, Jen, yes.” John breathed as his salty cum filled my mouth. “You’re an amazing little cocksucker, you know that?” I smiled up at him and nodded. Content and turned on by the knowledge I could make men feel so good using only my body.

  “Oh fuck, yes.” Max breathed from behind me. He pulled out and shot his cum across my ass and back. He gave me a gentle, playful spank on my right ass cheek after I was covered in his cum. “That was… amazing.”

  Ben slipped out of the room for a moment and returned with a towel and a glass of water. Max helped me wipe his cum off of my ass and then Ben pulled me into his arms and put the glass of water to my lips. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was until I felt the cool, refreshing liquid in my throat.

  “I’d say this was a fun evening.” He said. I smiled up at him and rolled my eyes a little.

  “More exciting than I thought today would be.” I yawned. “Ugh, I guess all of that wore me out.” I gave Max and John each a friendly kiss on the lips as I headed toward the stairs.

  “Why don’t you sleep in my room tonight?” Ben asked. “If I remember correctly, we have another lesson planned.”

  Story 28

  The jeep came to a stop in the short, paved driveway, and I unbuckled my seat belt and shot out of the car like a cannonball. It had been a long drive from New York City to Cherry Grove Beach- almost ten hours, with Dustin, Jay, and me alternating driving, and it had never felt so good to press my toes into sand.

  I had taken my flip flops off immediately in order to allow the warmth to seep up through the soles of my feet and comfort my entire body. My NYU friends and I had left before sunrise, and the five o'clock South Carolina sun was beating down sweetly on my back.

  In front of us the beach house towered, our home away from home for the next few days. It was painted a coral pink color and had at least several decks on it. Although I couldn't see it, I could hear the ocean, its waves crashing and breaking against the shore. I couldn't wait to walk along its length and bask in its frothy edges.

  “Someone looks eager,” Melinda laughed as she climbed out of the car behind me. She pulled her long brown hair up into a messy bun and squinted in the sunlight.

  “I thought my legs were about to fall off in there,” I laughed. “I think we should forget about going back to New York. Let's just live here now.”

  Dustin and Jay were already opening the back of the jeep to pull out bags, and a minivan full of six of our friends drove by, honking wildly as they headed for a beach house just a few fronts down.

  “See you bitches at the beach!” Casey screamed out the passenger's side window, her black hair whipping around.

  Jay shook his head. “Man, the neighbors are gonna love us,” He joked. “Twenty college students in two houses.”

  “What's not to love?” Melinda quipped, pulling on her sunglasses. “We're gonna bring spring break to this beach in a way it's never been done.”

  I tried not to laugh at Melinda's attitude. The girl could be unbelievably cocky sometimes- she was, though, loyal and funny, and so she made a great friend.

  I went around to the back of the car and grabbed my duffel bag and rolling suitcase. We were only staying in Cherry Grove for a few nights, but I'd filled half of my duffel bag with text books, figuring the down time would also prove to be a good studying opportunity.

  “Race you inside!” Melinda squealed, already shooting for the front door.

  I sped after her, but my bags were heavy, and by the time I got to the front porch she already had the door unlocked and opened. We stumbled inside, into a gigantic living room that bled into an open kitchen. Directly across from us, an entire wall of windows revealed the beach and the sparkling Atlantic Ocean.

  Melinda was already hitting the stairs that wound away to the right. “Thank God we're the first ones here,” She yelled as her sneakers pounded the steps. “We get to pick our rooooms!”

  Abandoning my bags on the main floor, I raced after her. She flew all the way up to the top floor- the fourth- and by the time I'd caught up with her we were both out of breath.

  We glanced briefly into the first couple bedrooms, finding tw
in beds and walls decorated with seashells and paintings of ships and dolphins- the usual semi-tacky beach stuff.

  “Juliana, this one,” She gasped, entering the room at the end of the hall. I followed her, and my mouth fell open as we walked into what had to be the best room in the whole beach house. It was outfitted with two queen size beds and a plush white couch. In the corner was a flat screen TV, resting on a low table. A large, double sink bathroom was on one end of it and a screened-in porch on the other.

  Melinda threw herself down onto one of the beds, bouncing up and down like she was five. “We're gonna bring some booooys in here!” She giggled, the hair she'd already tied up coming undone as she bounced.

  I laughed and headed to the bathroom. “Oh my God,” I gasped, taking in the bags under my eyes. “I look awful. I should have taken a nap in the car.”

  “Oh, whatever,” Melinda said. “You're gorgeous.”