Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  Mr. Grier went thru his portion of the desk and pulled out a little three footed vibrating hand held massager a student had given him from the former year. He came back over to the group and turned it on and stuck the tiny little massager on each breast for a minute and then down towards her clit and public bone.

  “Oh, My god! Oh right there ohhhh.” She cried as her body responded to the vibrator.

  “Oh yeah baby I like that. Oh yeah right there, that’s the spot!”Cady went crazy at the feel of the vibrations the massager made. Her cunt dripped with cum all over Mr. Drake’s cock.

  “Let me lick it.” She stated having never tasted her own cum. Mr. Drake pulled out just to let her taste her own juices. Her tongue lavished his cock. She enjoyed sucking off the remnants of her own juices. She felt like such a dirty little whore. It felt invigorating. Mr. Drake eased himself back inside her as he continued to fuck her. The three different speeds on the little massager caused her virginal flesh to cum over and over again. Her back arched, her nipples jutted out to be captured by a warm mouth and she squirted.

  They helped her to her feet then and bent her over the desk once more. They lined her up like the picture she drew as she tried to give Mr. Nelson head. With each mouthful Mr. Grier took, he strummed her clit and flicked it causing a bit of slight pain but enough to cause her to orgasm hard around Mr. Drake’s cock than anyone anticipated.

  Mr. Grier wasn’t done just yet with Cady. He helped her put her leg up on the desk crooked like she was trying to climb on it giving him a clear view of her tiny puckered ass. He spit on his semi hard cock and rubbed it in as he spread her ass cheeks and licked the tiny hole causing her to hold nothing back.

  “Oh, you’re such a dirty boy, Mr. Grier!” She moaned loudly. “Oh baby, rim that ass. Yeah you know how I like it don’t you, Mr. Grier.”

  “That’s so hot!” Cady said as she bit her lip and moved her hair out of the way so she could watch Mr. Grier take her in the tightest of her holes.

  “That feels so wicked.” Cadymoaned.The feel of his tongue there was unlike anything she had ever felt before. He eased a finger in and watched as she tried to grind against it. He finger fucked her ass for several minutes helping to loosen her up so it wouldn’t be as painful when he slid his cock inside her. He removed his finger and spit on his cock.

  “Fuck it; fuck my ass like I’m the dirty girl you dream about.” Cady said forcefully.

  “Yeah baby, I like it like that. Nice and hard. That’s how I want it.” She squealed thru clenched teeth as she bore down preparing to take his cock into her even further.

  Mr. Grier couldn’t resist being given the green light to fuck such a sensitive area. It boosted his self-esteem and he began to fuck the hell out of her ass like she asked for. Back there he felt just right not too thick and not too long. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled hard, holding her in a standing position. This only excited her more. Her nipples were left exposed but not for long. Mr. Nelson pinched and pulled on the overly sensitive nipples. Mr. Drake held the vibrator with its three little massage arms at the bottom of her clit just next to her fleshy swollen cunt whileCady rubbed herself frantically. Mr. Grier continued to fuck her from behind.

  “Oh god, I’m cumming!” Cady screamed as she squirted this time, her whole body shook. Mr. Grier came hard too from continuing to fuck her. Her body racked out every drop of Mr. Grier’s cum. Her fingers flew from her juice filled pussy to her nipples as she left behind a sweet trail of cum to lick off. As she lay upon the desk twitching from her final orgasm Mr. Nelson and Mr. Drake lapped at her release while Mr. Grier enjoyed the taste of her cum on her nipples.

  Cady grinned like a Cheshire cat that got the canary. She was in such a euphoric state; it took Cady several minutes to finally sit up on the desk. Her cunt was swollen from the fucking she had received. Her body ached in a way that would make her long for another romp like this one for years to come. This is what good sex felt like. Nothing else could compare.

  Cady couldn’t believe how erotic the sex was. She would have never believed that her virginity would be taken quite like that. Her teachers themselves were as wiped out as she was. At least she guaranteed that she would still have a future in the class considering what all she pulled tonight.

  “Miss Miller, after careful consideration and reviewing of your impressive body form I would be honored for you to be a nude model for the art class any time you wish to pose as long as you keep up with current assignments and respect the authority of the room at least until the final student has left the building and from there we will discuss the matter further. Is that agreeable?” Mr. Drake declared.

  Cady nodded gratefully. Mr. Drakes offer included an innuendo of future couplings on days she wished to test her authority out. She appreciated that especially on nights like tonight. She looked at the time. She had to get up early in the morning for the breakfast rush and the buses stopped running at midnight. Cady unlocked the lecture hall door and savored the cool winds of evening against her damp skin. So this was night classes. At this rate they were well worth it.

  Story 49

  Chapter 1: The New Start

  Sometimes in life, it may so happen that you feel like starting all over again. You get drained from all that has happened and there seems like no hope whatsoever when it comes to fixing up things. This is the time when you feel the urge to take a complete break when you want a fresh breath in your life. Often during these junctures, we end up finding exactly what we have been looking for the whole of our life.

  As I stumbled upon a new phase in my life, I had no clue that I was all set to finally meet the destination I had longed for. I was all set to discover myself after the feeling of being lost had enveloped me in its entirety.

  ***

  It was 4 O' clock in the morning and I kept tossing in my bed. It was now the fifth night when I had been unable to sleep in the week. The exhaustion was overwhelming and no matter, how hard I tried, it just felt surreal.

  I felt like I was stuck in the kind of hole from where you cannot sneak back to your life. So many things had happened together. I had lost my job, my boyfriend broke up with me and mom passed away after fighting a really hard battle with cancer. Life looked like it was going downhill and I badly needed something to get it sorted.

  The dread in my stomach kept growing and I wondered if there was any way things would sort out. I had nothing to do and the day stared ahead of me. I could go and catch up with old friends but what would I tell them – that I may be broke, have no job and no one to call my own.

  I got up and decided to take a walk. The park near my home had always been a great place to clear my mind of negative thoughts. I was wearing my SpongeBob PJs and an oversized tee. I didn’t even bother changing them and strolled out in the park even before the sun had actually filtered the world with its beautiful light.

  There was dampness in the air and the darkness resonated the stage of my own life. I wondered how long it would be before my life too could brighten up like the morning that was beginning to make its presence felt.

  After running for an hour or so, I came back home, sweating profusely. I looked at myself in the mirror. The sole respite for me was that my body looked great. Having no zeal to eat, I had shed a lot of extra pounds. Exercising had kept me in great shape. I surmised that maybe, this was a sign of the good times waiting for me.

  As I sat on my bed, I saw my phone blinking which signaled a text. I wondered who messaged me so early in the morning. As I checked my messages; I saw that it was from my Dad.

  “Hey Marsha, how are you holding up. Call me when you’re free. Love, Dad.”

  I remembered the times I had spent with my Dad. He had always been a great Daddy, but his work often took him to places. He was always busy socializing and his business spanned multiple countries. As I grew up, he started growing apart, but even then he did try his best to stay in touch. Dad and mom separated when I was 12 and ever since then, his visits starte
d to thin down with every successive year. Regardless, I couldn’t deny the fact that he was a good man and so I thought to talk to him.

  Dad was in London at that time and so I figured it was alright to call him up. As I dialed his number, he picked up on the very first ring itself.

  His voice sounded weak and it looked like in all these years, he had literally aged. We filled each other with the different things which had happened in our lives. Although, Dad and mom had been divorced for a long time, and he was really devastated after her death, it was one of the first times when Dad discussed his divorce with me.

  “Marsha, I really miss your mom and the way we used to all sit together during Christmas time.”

  I couldn’t help but remember the good times too. I still remember the vacation we had in Miami where we three had been out on the beach and spent the wildest time. We had stayed at John’s house who happened to be Dad’s friend.

  As I kept talking of that trip, Dad suggested that I should head over to Miami again as it would allow me to unwind myself. I told him about losing my job and the personal problems and he suggested that the two of us should have a vacation in Miami as it will help us together bridge the gap.

  It looked like a great suggestion and maybe, this vacation was exactly what I was looking for. We settled upon the dates and Dad asked me to head to Miami. He had a meeting in London for the next two days so he told he would join me after that.

  He told that he would call up John and he would get the guest room ready for me. After a really long time in my life, I felt like I had something to look forward to. After losing mom, I knew that I should try harder to connect with Dad, after all, life was certainly unpredictable.

  I decided to head to Miami the same day as I had nothing eventful going on here. There was a part of me that hoped that just like old time’s sake, everything would be alright again. Of course, the hole that mom left would be there, but the rest of the things should fall in place.

  Chapter 2: Miami

  I packed my belongings and set out for a new journey. I decided to really find myself on this vacation and then I could start afresh. I wanted to kick start this new journey on a fresh note, leaving all my regrets aside. There was a part of me that believed that things were really going to shape in the right manner.

  I was just 18, but I had seen more than my share in my life. While all my friends had a string of breakups and had made out more times than I perhaps ever would the whole of my life, I was still to feel someone make love to me. I was old school when it came to sex and didn’t want to ruin the experience without being sure about it.

  I had been a result of unwanted teen pregnancy and I had seen my mom curse her life because of the way she had been knocked up unexpectedly. Although, I had a boyfriend and we dated for just 2 weeks, it wasn’t enough for me to trust him completely to let him inside me. Derek had gone on to tell everyone that I was still a virgin and perhaps asexual. I had a horrendous day at college as I saw both guys and girls stealing glances at me. My sex life had become the new gossip and I was so disturbed that I couldn’t even concentrate at work. This had led to my boss firing me as my performance had become miserable. Amidst so much of turmoil, mom had died and it was like the last straw which had totally left me dismantled.

  Going to Miami looked like a welcome relief. I had a great time at John’s farmhouse and even though I had never met him on the last trip, Dad had told quite a lot of tales about how exciting his friend was. Dad told that John used to be a wild adventurer and they both had some amazing times in childhood and they were also known as the bad boys in their neighborhood. John came up with some of the most ridiculous ideas and they were so bad that it gave them a kick and they ended up trying it.

  ***

  When I reached Miami, I felt the memories rushing me by. I could almost feel mom beside me and I saw tears trickling down my face. I was both happy and sad and I wanted to go back to the old moments in my life and hug them again. I took out the picture of the three of us from the vacation and I so badly wanted the picture to come to life.

  As I was glancing at the picture and reliving the nostalgic memories, I didn’t even realize when my car lost the control and before I could control its wild swings, I found myself hitting the car on the bark of a tree.

  My head got dizzy and the next thing I remembered was waking up inside a small room. There was a woman beside me who looked in her sixties.

  “Who are you and why am I here? I asked.

  “How are you feeling now? You hit the car with the tree and fell unconscious. I brought you to my home. Who are you, darling?”

  I told her about John’s place and gave her the address. She informed me that John was the local sheriff and she called her son to drop me at his place. I called my Dad, but there was no network. I headed to John’s place and the moment I saw the sprawling farmhouse, I could see the younger version of me standing outside his doorway excitedly. I remembered how I had held both their hands and had been so excited for the trip.

  I moved inside the house and called out John. There was no response. I wondered what to do and then decided to call Dad yet again. This time, he picked the phone instantly.

  “Marsha darling, where are you? I have been trying to frantically reach you since the last few hours. Your phone seems to have no coverage.”

  “Yeah, Dad. The network isn’t very great here. I am outside John’s farmhouse, but there seems to be no one here.”

  “Marsha, I am so sorry, but my tickets had to be canceled as the meeting was postponed by 2 days. Would it be okay if you stayed in a little longer?”

  I was definitely disappointed, but I knew that Dad did try too hard and so I decided to stay a little longer. He asked me to get inside the house as he had already spoken to John; he assured that John would be back as he was on duty.

  After talking to him for some more time, I decided to head into the farmhouse. The place had changed significantly since the last time I was here. The walls were filled with pictures and John looked smoking hot. He definitely didn’t look as old as he may be. It looked like the years spent working in order to stay fit had been very kind to him.

  His muscles were ripped and his pale blue eyes were shining with all its might. One of his pictures showed him bare bodied and I had to say that it looked all kinds of sexy. I spent a lot of time ogling his pictures and even got a few dirty ideas.

  I unloaded my bag and sat down on the comfortable bed. After a really long trip and the fiasco with the car, I wanted to take a long shower and simply unwind the stress. I had a lot of expectations from the vacation and with Dad not going to join for a few days; I decided how to make the most of it.

  As there was no one in the farmhouse, I undressed in the room itself and then headed for the shower. I really wanted a long hot shower which could make me get the zing of energy which would enliven my spirits.

  As I slid in the bath tub and was scrubbing my body, I could feel something breaking in the corridor. I wondered who it was because Dad had told that John wouldn’t be back until 10 in the night. It was close to 7 pm and I thought he might have come in early. I decided to come out of the shower and greet him; after all, I was staying at his house.

  As I got dressed, I heard another sound and it didn’t quite look like it would be John. Somehow, my inner senses told me otherwise. I slowly tiptoed outside the room and tried to steal a look. To my surprise, there was no one in the corridor, but I was dead sure that I had heard a voice.

  I looked around, but there was no one. I went to the lawn to see if anyone was there. When I found no one there, I thought I might have been mistaken. I went inside and sat on my bed, curling my hair. Miami was perhaps one of the most beautiful places in America and I lied down on my bed, simply existing at the moment.

  I hadn’t realized how tired I was as I fell asleep. When I woke up, I could feel the presence of someone in the home. The windows in my room were all securely locked while I remembered having left them open
. As I looked around in the room, I saw that the drawers have been rummaged too. I got tensed because it definitely looked like someone had broken in the home. I was scared and I wondered where John was.

  I didn’t have his number and my only point of contact was Dad. I debated whether or not to call him. I opened the door and pepped outside. There was still no trace of anyone, but the floor clearly showed a footprint which meant that someone had been loitering around the home.

  I prayed to God that it was either John or some of his relative who had been staying here, but I couldn’t help but feel unsafe and scared. I was looking for help when I suddenly heard a shrill voice say, “Hello, sexy lady.”