Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  “Should you go shower?” I asked as I started to feel the fog of ecstasy lift. My wife was covered in the semen of three other men. “I mean, are you…”

  “You have nothing to worry about,” Stacey laughed. “I’m sure we’ll love the baby no matter what.” Stacey sounded like she was kidding, but at the same time I wasn’t a hundred percent sure. “Besides we’re heading to a private beach, and if we wait too long it will get dark before we can have any fun.”

  “When will you be back?” I asked feeling so dejected.

  “We’re all going, sweetie,” Stacey sighed. “I wouldn’t leave you behind.” I felt so good when she said that. “Someone has to take the pictures.” She passed me the camera bag and I started to pick up the equipment. I was so excited about the trip I almost forgot to put shorts on.

  We left for the beach and I watched Stacey have her fill of black men on that trip. It was the beginning of a new life for us. We started a journey and we never looked back.

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 11

  The putty clay melded into Catherine Armstrong’s slender fingers like slivers of sunlight penetrating her splayed extremities. The class watched in awe as Cathy’s skilled hands turned the shapeless clay into a flawless vase. Her eyes were transfixed on her work of art; her mouth was slightly agape as she concentrated on molding the best vase in the world.

  Jena Dixon and Colton Davis enrolled in Cathy’s pottery class because they wanted a distinctive hobby to occupy their free time. There were 20 students in the class and most of them were older women. Colton was the only male and – apparently – the two were the youngest in the class. Jena was 18 and Colton was 19.

  Jena and Colton had been dating for a month, but those dates were always chaperoned because Jena was staying at a protestant minister’s house as an adopted daughter. When Jena turned 18 the past week, she was finally allowed to go out on dates with Colton -alone. This was the reason why their relationship didn’t really take off; they were still young adults innocent to all the sensual pleasures the world had to offer. They had only kissed a few times and these were actually more like smooches.

  “Pottery is an art,” Cathy was saying, as she stood up and walked around the room, “and each work of art is unique because it represents you. You are what you create and every person is a unique human being just as no two fingerprints are alike. You can even mold a roaring lion from that clump of clay.”

  Then she went back to her table and spun the pottery wheel once more. They marveled at how her fingers caressed the clay, almost adoringly, like it was her lover.

  She continued molding the earthen clay, which was still twirling around the wheel. “Now, change into your working outfit and experience how you, as the master, can fashion the clay into any image you so desire. And by the way class, you can call me Cathy.”

  They proceeded to their own tables and got ready to create their own clay masterpieces.

  “This is fun,” Colton smacked his clump of clay on his table.

  Jena agreed with him and they joined the group as Cathy instructed them to knead the clay until the consistency was smooth and there were no bubbles and dry portions. The day proceeded without snags as the class began using the potter’s wheel.

  Colton was busy coiling the base of his pot with his clay when Cathy approached him.

  “You have to consider your clay as a part of you. Close your eyes and feel how pliant it is in your hands,” Cathy covered Colton’s hands with her own and aided him in fashioning the base of his pot. “Think about a woman you’re making love to; you have to do foreplay properly to achieve a mind-blowing orgasm.”

  Cathy’s touch was harmless, but somehow, Colton found it sensual like she was purposely seducing him. Am I too green-minded? He wondered, sensing his skin crawl. Her fresh flower scent and titillating touch made him teeter on his feet. Judging by her appearance, Colton surmised, she must be in her early thirties. She must be hot in bed, he thought, his dick starting to quiver. Damn, she’s so sexy; I can’t help thinking about her naked. He shook his head when he realized his racy thoughts.

  Jena noticed Cathy and Colton’s unusual position and her heart gave a dangerous leap. She felt jealous of the two seeming to cuddle up. Cathy was behind Colton and her arms were around Colton’s body, her palms covering his. It was an intimate and erotic position.

  “Cathy, can you guide me too?” Jena was beside them in an instant. She wanted to grab Cathy away from Colton but her muscles refused to move.

  Cathy looked at her with a lopsided grin and said, “Sure,” disengaging herself from Colton. Cathy instructed Jena the same way she did Colton, and Jena was surprised that she was even more demonstrative with her, her face almost touching hers. Jena hyperventilated when Cathy’s hot breath caressed her cheeks.

  Colton was staring at them with a strange look on his face.

  “Let your spirit roam free. Don’t be bounded by your preconceptions,” Cathy whispered to Jena, as she prompted Jena’s fingers up and down the clay that was spinning. “It’s like living life; you should live your life to the fullest. Doing it half-heartedly won’t do.”

  Jena observed If Cathy did the same to the entire class and she was amazed that she repeated the action with modified versions to the rest of her students. She approached each student with the same passionate approach.

  After class, Jena and Colton left the classroom in silence, each one deep in thought. The spell was broken only when the din of the street permeated their senses.

  “That was quite a class,” Colton remarked testily.

  “Yes, it was interesting. But can I ask you a question?”

  “Shoot.”

  Jena hesitated for a moment and then uttered: “Was Cathy flirting with you? With us?”

  “Hey,” Colton laughed out loud. “I was about to ask you the same question.”

  “Perhaps, she’s only passionate about her job,” Jena countered, trying to ignore the niggling feeling of doubt in her mind.

  Her doubts only disappeared when she was alone with Colton, and he was back to his loving and attentive self. They decided to take a breath of fresh air in the promenade along the coastal area. He stuck to her side, his arms on her shoulders as they walked, basking in the scent of seawater and the fresh, salty breeze. The sun was setting, so they stood for several minutes admiring the incredible view of the sunset. Colton kissed her when the last vestiges of the sun disappeared from view.

  “Hmmm, do you want to go to my house?” he murmured to Jena. He has grown amorous because of Cathy’s suggestive actions – AND Jena’s proximity.

  “Let’s do that,” Jena enthused. She was excited to visit his house and to spend more intimate time with him.

  Colton was equally thrilled, as well. He can’t explain it but, more than ever, he wanted to make love to Jena. But will Jena give in to him this time? The previous times, she had always been on guard and had been uptight about losing her virginity. Well . . . there was no harm in trying.

  Home to Colton was a modest apartment found in the outskirts of town. It was a gift from Colton’s wealthy parents when he turned 18 last year.

  As soon as the door closed, Colton grabbed Jena and kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue seeking and wreaking havoc inside Jena’s mouth. Jena rewarded his advances with a ferocity equal to his own, assailing his tongue with hers and sucking his lower lip as he sucked her upper lip. They groped for each other in the semi-dark room and stumbled on the bed, not bothering to undress. Perhaps, they had waited too long that was why they were as hungry as starving wolves. But they were still virgins and their actions were measured. Within minutes though, they were not able to control the raging emotions inside their bodies, and they acted as their bodies dictated.

  Colton captured Jena’s breasts with his hands and nibbled the nipples, one after the other, through her thin blouse. Then he quickly kicked off his pants and undies
and straddled Jena. He started pumping his enormous dick inside Jena’s vagina that she had no time to get ready. Jena felt the smoldering flame inside her pussy come to a standstill. She felt a stinging pain in her narrow slit and she couldn’t help but cry out in pain.

  He stopped and breathlessly uttered: “Shall I stop now?”

  “No. but please go slow,” she whispered.

  Colton obeyed her, slowing down his rhythm - but it was only for a while. When Colton felt the sweet sensation of her tight pussy clinging to his dick, he raged on like a crazy bull, humping the life out of her. It was his first time to make love and it burned his groin. The feelings gradually expanded to the entire part of his body until his body was enflamed and he ejaculated with one last grunt.

  “Oh, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming,” he writhed spasmodically as the last of his juices squirted from his penis.

  Jena felt she was still hanging somewhere in the heat of the fire after Colton climaxed. Her body was craving for more and she was unsatisfied. It was also sore down there with a bit of bleeding.

  Much to her dismay, she was unable to say anything though.

  “That was unbelievable, babe,” Colton released her and caressed her hair.

  Jena’s body responded to his touch and she wanted him to fuck the hell out of her but when she touched his dick, it was already flaccid. She had fantasized about experiencing what everyone was talking about – the Big O, but her spirit was deflated. She wanted to say boldly, “Babe, I haven’t climaxed yet, please make me cum…” but her mouth was sealed shut.

  Her body was still hot as a furnace when Colton brought her home; however, she remained silent all the way home. He asked her if she enjoyed their first fuck, and she said yes. Inwardly, she was depressed at how inconsiderate and insensitive he was. She had been raised by a conservative family though, so she was still having trouble expressing her sexual needs to him. God, I should have not allowed him to fuck me, she thought. Her first experience was a disaster!

  At home, she went straight to the bathroom to wash but when her hands came in contact with her body, her physical need came to the fore. Her pussy was clamoring to be filled out. She lay in her bathtub and rubbed her tits, slowly, fondling and caressing them until the nipples tingled. She soaped her sore slit gently taking care not to touch the injured tissue. When her fingers soaped her vagina, they involuntarily slipped into the slick passage, responding to the horny opening.

  Jena gave a resigned sigh as she closed her eyes and continued sliding her fingers - in and out - into her eager pussy. If only Colton could do this to her, she yearned. Her fingers went faster and deeper as her womanhood juddered, relishing the slick sensation. Her other hand was busy on her breasts, massaging and toying with its erect nipples.

  She went on for several minutes as the pleasurable sensations continued with each of her strokes. She sensed her orgasm building up and she craned her neck and raised her buttocks as her fingers went faster and faster until she felt like something explode in her groin that crawled to her chest, to her head and down her spine and into her toes. She sputtered as she climaxed and her body jerked upwards to meet her fingers as ecstasy washed over her body and she moaned and sucked on her lower lips. It was her first orgasm, and it was indeed inexplicable. If someone stopped her in mid-orgasm, she would probably choose to die than stop. She lay their spent for half an hour, before she finally took a shower. She slept happily that night, with a big smile on her face and a song in her heart.

  In their next pottery class, Jena and Colton were apparently excited about what their lesson might be. “I’ll give you enough leeway to exercise your own creativity, so I won’t require you to follow the steps religiously. You can do whatever you want. I’ll go around observing and pointing out the essential things that you must remember,” Cathy disclosed. “Any questions?”

  “Do we have practical or written exams?” One student asked.

  “Of course, this is to test whether you’ve learned genuine skills or not. This will be given anytime I deem fit. So be ready,” Cathy warned us.

  Jena stole a glance at Colton and he had a wide grin on his face as if he was pleased with the revelation.

  “What are you so happy about?” She dared to ask him.

  “Nothing, I’m just roaring to go,” he winked at Jena. “I’m sure we’ll both excel in this.”

  Jena nodded reluctantly. He seemed different.

  “You okay?” he looked at Jena when she didn’t smile back.

  “Yeah,” Jena nodded again, “I’m okay.”

  “But you seem unhappy. Yesterday was glorious,” he remarked jovially. “Can we have a repeat performance?”

  Jena blushed, thinking about how she masturbated when she went home that night.

  “Huh?” she blurted, confused.

  “And here are the loving couple,” Cathy was standing next to them, beaming her killer smile. “What have we got today?”

  “We’ll be designing the pot,” Colton smiled back, his eyes twinkling in joy.

  Was Colton falling for Cathy? Jena’s heart flipped painfully in her chest. Perhaps, she was to blame. She was not an expert in satisfying him?

  Jena watched as Cathy made suggestions on what tools they can use and how to use them. From time to time, she would touch Colton’s arms and get closer to him as she gave instructions in using the instrument, their faces almost touching. Jena felt a twinge of jealousy once more. Her hands were itching to pull Cathy away from him.

  “…And this here is used to carve smaller designs. See this pointed tip? Be careful though because it’s sharp,” Cathy informed Colton.

  Cathy glanced at Jena’s unsmiling face and said, “Jena, why don’t you come over, so I’ll teach you both.”

  Jena did so, but her steps were slow and unsure. Cathy queried, “Are you ill or something? You don’t look well.”

  “No, no . . . I’m good,” Jena countered.

  “You can use these tools in creating beautiful designs,” Cathy said, indicating the set of carving tools on their table. “Go on, experiment and let your ingenuity soar. It’s like when you’re making love, you don’t plan everything. Just be spontaneous and act out what your hearts’ desire,” she winked at them, “and you should be open to each other so you can freely express them.”

  Jena stared at Cathy. Was she a mind-reader? Could she have guessed what she was thinking previously? She brushed the thought away. It was mere coincidence.

  “Colton, come see me after classes,” Cathy instructed him as they were returning their tools.

  “Ummm, sure,” Colton replied, uncertain how to react.

  Jena was at her table but she heard their conversation. She was still pretending to tidy up her table when Colton approached her. “I’ll go see Cathy first. I don’t know what she needs . . . .”

  “Go ahead,” Jena replied. She was in pain. “I’ll wait for you at the lobby.”

  Colton was excited and anxious at the same time. Why did Cathy want to talk to him in private?

  “There you are,” Cathy exclaimed. “Come in, come in.”

  The room was cozy and comfortable with its pastel-colored curtains and warm interior. Cathy went to her table and offered a glass to Colton. “Let’s have a drink first.”

  He hesitated, “Well, Jen is waiting at the lobby . . . ,”

  “Oh, yes, I almost forgot.”

  In the lobby, Jena was pacing back and forth; her heart was aching, shredded into tiny bits of flesh. What were they doing? Were they kissing now and fondling each other? The pain in her chest was almost physical, like someone kicked her in the chest. It was her fault! She didn’t know how to please his man. She castigated herself.

  Back in Cathy’s room, Colton was standing waiting for Cathy’s reply to his statement.

  “Relax, this won’t take thirty minutes. Surely, she can wait that long?” Cathy reasoned out. She gently pushed him to the couch, and handed him a glass of wine.

  “Thanks,” Colton man
aged to say, feeling uneasy but thrilled. If she seduces me will I give in, he asked himself. Strangely, there was no denying that he was attracted to her, but what about Jena? He had to choose one – and only one. He tried to control the tempests of his arousal but it was futile. When Cathy sat beside him, the bulge inside his pants became evident.

  ”Such a sweet man,” she traced his face with her fingers. “You’re worried about your girlfriend, but you can’t help staying with me. I’m willing to grant you a lesson or two.”

  Colton’s body flared up. He had tasted Jena’s crack yesterday, and his slab of virile meat was once more hungry for a prey. Would he give in or not? But he treasured Jena and his life with her was all he ever wanted.