The Rougher Explicit Collection of Stories Box Set Compilation

by Amira Bradford

  "I have never been so sure of anything in my life. Come on let's go inside, I am starting to get cold.", she said, as she opened the door of the car.

  As we climbed the stairs to my 3rd floor apartment, my excitement gets the best of me, and I palm that sweet ass that is jiggling in front of me, and a little girl giggle comes from her throat and she races up the stairs ahead of me. As I make it to the landing, I see her standing there at the door of the apartment, her tight ass a wonton sight from this angle, looking at me longingly.

  "Hurry up old man, I am cold...", she teases.

  "Old man? Oh yeah?", I jibe back as I insert the key into the lock and open the door. She walks in the opening ahead of me and I put my bag on the counter of the kitchen in my small, cozy apartment. She immediately starts looking around, as I think to myself, that I was glad I cleaned up the place yesterday.

  I check the phone messages and take off my wet shoes, and she comes over and sits very close to me. She is no longer wearing her tight jeans and sweater. She has one of my t-shirts on, and is snuggling up to my side.

  All she says is, "Hi.", and brings her face up to mine and kisses me. I feel her firm breasts up against my side, and I turn to her and give her a kiss back. She moans into my mouth that she is still cold, so I wrap my arms around her torso and we embrace. I cannot believe what is going on. I must be dreaming.

  She pulls away a little and begins to unbutton my shirt, and removes it. She begins to kiss my chest just under my chin as she unbuckles my belt. As she unbuttons my jeans, I lift my butt off of the couch a little to help with this erotic undressing. Being from New Mexico, my body is well tanned from the sun, and she looks me over as I finish kicking my offending jeans off of my legs.

  "Not bad, for an old man...", she jibes as she reaches for my manhood that has now "tented" itself in my underwear. The electric shock of her touch is unbelievable.

  "Ooh, you're big...", is all she says as she rubs my ,now fully erect, penis though my underwear.

  The heat of the moment finally makes me lose all reason, and I reach over and pull her to me gently but forcefully. She seems to melt as I kiss her, and cup my hands under her beautiful ass. Her tongue begins to invade my mouth as I pull her ever closer to my overheated body. She wiggles into a sitting position, facing me, in my lap. I can feel her hot pussy touching my crotch through my underwear. Her underwear are nowhere to be found.

  She says to me, "I want you to make love to me, but I want you to know, that this will be the only time. I know you are married and I do not want to cause you any problems, but I have to have you, just this once.", and she pulled my t-shirt she was wearing over her head, revealing a pair of beautiful titties. They are not big, but they are firm and pert. A tan line plays across the surface of these magnificent globes where a string bikini had been at some point. The nipples were small and sticking straight out from the middle of the small areoles. She raised up a little and placed one of them in my waiting mouth. As I began to nibble on this presented jewel, a moan came from deep within her, and she started rubbing her pussy on my crotch. We stayed in this position on the couch for awhile as I explored her gorgeous body.

  She stopped us after a few minutes, climbed off of me and headed for the bedroom, beckoning me to follow her. As I stepped out of my now-soaked underwear, I walked from the living room and into the bedroom, to a beautiful sight. This sweet young thing was spread-eagled on the bed calling to me.

  "Michael, come here, I want you...", she crooned sexily to me.

  As I lay down beside her, her hands went straight for my rock-hard cock and enveloped it.

  "Oh, god that is big, I can't wait to feel it inside me.", she moaned, as she slid down my body and planted a kiss on the purple head of my dick. Now it was my turn to moan... She took the head into her mouth and began to rub her tongue on the underside of it. I thought I was going to cum then and there, but she stopped and said,

  "Not yet, old man, I get some use out of it first before you cum and are no good to me anymore.", and she moved up my body and slid her wet pussy along my dick as she kissed me full on the mouth. Oh god, I was in heaven.

  With her on top, she maneuvered her snatch over my now superheated dick, and socketed the head of it in her juicy quim. She looked me in the eye as she slowly slid down over my manhood, crooning softly about how good it feels, and a deep moan as she came to rest against my legs, my blade fully encased in her sheath. She was so tight and hot it was indescribable. As she sat there and begin to slowly move, she closed her eyes and began to moan, and mouth 'yes', as she worked over my body. I regained my composure finally and began to thrust up as she would slide down my hard shaft and grind my pubic bone into her clit...

  "OOOH.... Oh yes, oh yeah, mmmmm...", and she began to scream,

  "FUCK ME! Aw yes, yes, FUCK... FUCK! FUCK!" and she continued to say 'fuck' over and over and over, as we picked up speed, until she started to cum, then it was a screech,

  "AAAGGHHH, oh yessssssss..." as she began to shudder violently, and she bent down to my face and began to kiss me until she could get my tongue in her mouth, and then she began to suck on it, hard... This suction on my tongue was too much for me as I began to cum as well, and I guess she could feel it really well because she stopped moving and sat on my dick for the maximum penetration, and smiled at me as I came like I haven't in years... the sensations were unreal... her milking my dick with her tight pussy, made the orgasm seem to last for several minutes... Then she collapsed on my chest, once again this small girl, snuggling up to my body. She was breathing very hard, and she started tracing around one of my nipples with her index finger, as I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around her tighter and we laid together in this embrace for a long time.

  After awhile like this I asked her, "Well Jennifer, are you still cold?"

  She giggled and climbed back on top of me and began to rub her very wet snatch on my groin again, and I immediately began to rise to the occasion.

  "Hmm," she said, "maybe you aren't so old after all.", and began to kiss my chest, moving down toward my rapidly hardening dick. She wasted no time getting it all in her mouth. She wasn't deep throating me, but by using her hand in front of her lips, stroking while she was sucking, it almost felt that way. After a minute or two of this, she stopped and said,

  "Round two...", and rolled off of me on to her stomach. She writhed a little beside me with her gorgeous ass in the air, crooning,

  "I want you to fuck me like this, and I want you to fuck me hard. Come on Michael, make me come again.", She kissed me and I got up on my knees behind that beautiful ass and placed the head of my cock at the entrance. I grabbed her hips with both hands and plunged forward, sinking my dick into her tight pussy, to the hilt. The screams began in earnest.

  "OH YES! Fuck me, mmmm, yes fuck me, fuck, fuck... FUCK!", as I pounded her young pussy with abandon, fucking her deep and hard. The ecstasy was incredible as I could feel her insides grip my member harder as I would pull out a little and push back in. She was becoming incoherent in her verbal tirade, with an occasional "yes" or "fuck me" the only intelligible words. I was holding my own though, enjoying this young, tight, pussy sucking on my dick. As I continued to ram her very roughly, I could feel her body begin to perspire and I knew she was going to come very soon, tossing her head in wild abandon while I kept burying my cock in her tight hole. This time when she began to come she pushed against me so that I would be at the deepest and began to squeeze my cock on the inside. The grip she had was enormous. We stayed like that for a good minute before she released me and fell forward on the bed. Since I hadn't cum yet I am here on my knees while this beautiful woman is laying on her stomach panting very hard. So, I reached down and rolled her over on her back and moved between her spread legs. I began to rub my very wet dick on her soaking pussy, and she immediately began lifting her ass towards me and wrapped her legs around my waist, sliding my very hard rod back into her. I slid forward as far as I could to penetrate as deep as I c
ould, and she held me there, looking into my eyes in wonder.

  "You are not an old man at all are you?", she questioned with a panting breath.

  I replied, "No, you are right, I am an old man... just not THAT old.", and I began to stroke into her sweet pussy once again. She came twice more before I finally unloaded into her for the second time.

  At that point, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

  I awoke first, noticing that it was noon, and wondering if it was noon Sunday, or I missed the first part of work and it was noon, Monday... I got up, went and turned on the TV to happily find out it was still Sunday. I puttered around the apartment for awhile, making coffee, and picking up the clothing that was scattered around. I must have been up for about an hour when she walked into the living room with another one of my shirts on.

  She came and sat beside me on the couch, and snuggled up to me. I gave her a drink of my coffee, and we sat and watched mindless TV for a little while. She eventually told me that she needed to go, but needed a shower, but didn't want company. I was good with that, because I don't think anything would have made me horny at that point. When she came out of the bathroom, she was dressed, and absolutely beautiful.

  She kissed me goodbye, and told me that she had called her sister to come pick her up. I didn't even know there were more siblings in her family. A few minutes later, I heard a car horn honking and we looked out the window together to see another dark-haired woman in a BMW. She said she had to go.

  I pulled her to me, and gave her one last kiss. She told me that she would never forget me. I thought the same thing myself. As she walked out to the car and got in, she waved at me as I stood on the balcony, and the car drove off.

  The End.

  Hannah

  Hannah Gratz awoke to see her roommate Tiffany Fitzgerald masturbating on her twin bed only a few feet from Hannah's own. Tiffany was eighteen, the same age Hannah was, and her nude body glistened with sweat as she writhed sensuously back and forth on top of her flowered Victorian comforter. Tiffany's left hand caressed her huge breasts, the nipples already as hard as diamonds by this point, while her right hand lightly tickled her swollen outer lips until they opened like a flower, revealing the damp crimson inner labia within. As she watched Tiffany play with herself, Hannah noted with a sudden jolt of horniness that Tiffany was definitely a natural redhead.

  Hannah glanced down at her own body. Her curly hair was mouse-brown, and her breasts were so small she could barely see them beneath her white cotton nightgown, but Hannah's nipples were already as hard as Tiffany's. They poked against her nightgown like two little buttons, just waiting to be pushed. Because she always masturbated at least once a night, Hannah never wore panties to bed. In fact, Hannah thought her best feature was definitely her pubic hair—it was black as midnight and soft as a kitten's fur—but no one but herself had ever touched her best feature.

  As Tiffany slipped her middle finger inside her pussy and used just the tip of her index finger to tease her clit, Hannah thought about Sylaire Blackwood, the girl who was the subject of Hannah's own silent masturbation sessions. Rumored to be descended on her mother's side from French aristocracy, Sylaire was by far the most popular girl at South Harbor Academy, one of the premiere girls' boarding schools on the East Coast. Sylaire's long golden hair and ice-blue eyes made her look like a fairy-tale princess, assuming a princess could reduce her victims to quivering mounds of lust with just a few quick licks of her long pink tongue.

  Although all three girls were seniors at South Harbor, Sylaire was a year older than Hannah and Tiffany. Sylaire had been expelled for a year after the headmistress caught her giving her history teacher a slow, cockteasing blowjob in the faculty restroom. When the headmistress had demanded that Sylaire grant her the same favor right there on the spot, Sylaire had brought her right to the edge with her lips and tongue, then just got up and left, leaving the poor headmistress so horny she'd had no choice but to make herself come right there on the toilet. At any rate, Sylaire was back, and her year abroad in Europe had only made her an even more vicious tease than ever.

  As Hannah's hand slipped inside her nightgown to rub her nipples, she imagined herself kneeling in front of Sylaire. Sylaire would be standing naked with her legs spread and a look of icy disdain on her beautiful face. Hannah would lick Sylaire's pussy, shyly at first, then faster and faster as Sylaire got wetter and wetter. Finally, Sylaire would come, grinding her soaking-wet pussy all over Hannah's face. Then Sylaire would pull Hannah to her feet and kiss her tenderly, and Hannah's life would be complete.

  Hannah had just hiked her nightgown above her waist and begun diddling her sensitive little clit when Tiffany shrieked as she came. "Go, Tiff!" Shelly Harmon shouted from somewhere down the hall. Shelly had been the biggest homophobe on campus until Sylaire tied her down and proved that she'd beg for anything, even another girl's tongue, if it meant a chance to come after hours of torment. Since the dorm was restricted to eighteen year-olds, Shelly's torture session took place right out in the commons room, and all the other girls—even meek little Hannah—took turns masturbating right in front of Shelly's face while Sylaire teased her mercilessly with a remote-controlled butterfly vibrator.

  Still completely nude, Tiffany rolled over to go to sleep, her hand clutched tightly between her legs. Hannah smiled, secure in the knowledge that she could really work on making herself come without worrying that Tiffany might catch her. Hannah knew the other girls would tease and torment her relentlessly if they knew she played with herself, so she kept herself shielded behind her good girl image. Some good girl, Hannah thought with a laugh as her fingers strummed furiously across her clit and a drop of wetness slid slowly down her inner thigh.

  Hannah was like a guy in some ways, and one of those ways was that she could make herself come really quickly if she set her mind to it. She was way too horny tonight to bother with teasing herself the way she sometimes did. Biting down on her tongue to keep from screaming in ecstasy like Tiffany had, Hannah came fast and hard as thoughts of Tiffany's tongue licking her wet pussy raced through her head. Her fingers were soaked by the time she stopped rubbing herself.

  "Having fun again, Hannah?" Tiffany asked softly just as Hannah's pussy finally stopped throbbing. Hannah froze, hoping against hope that Tiffany hadn't seen everything.

  Tiffany stood up, her gloriously naked body still turning Hannah on even though she'd just come even harder than usual, and crouched beside Hannah's bed. "Don't worry," Tiffany breathed. "I know you do it every night, and I always come just from rubbing my thighs together while I watch you. But tonight I put on a whole show just for you, and you still didn't join in!" Tiffany pouted, licking her lips lasciviously. Her hand pushed Hannah's nightgown back up and cupped her exposed mound. Before Hannah could say anything, Tiffany slid two fingers smoothly inside Hannah's pussy. Swiftly and surely, Tiffany's fingers found Hannah's G-spot and led her down the slippery slope toward yet another orgasm.

  Hannah bucked against Tiffany's hand as Tiffany fingered her faster and faster. Just as Hannah was about to come, Tiffany yanked her fingers away. Hannah stared blankly at her, not sure what had just happened, and instinctively lowered her hand to her crotch to finish herself off.

  "Don't!" Tiffany warned sternly, catching Hannah's hand in a viselike grip before it could make contact with her desperate pussy. "I'll make you a deal, Hannah. If you can hold off from coming all night, I'll make you come harder than you ever have in your life, I promise. I'll take you to the special bathroom tomorrow morning, you know, the one where all the girls go when they get horny and they're too shy to play with themselves right in class?" Tiffany chuckled fondly. "Of course you know, you're like the queen masturbator of South Harbor." Hannah blushed.

  Tiffany lowered her head and kissed Hannah lightly on the lips, then continued telling Hannah exactly what she was going to do to her tomorrow morning. "Once I get you in the bathroom, I'm going to pin you against the wall, stick my hand up your skirt and
make you come right through your favorite blue cotton panties. And this time everyone will hear you, believe me." Tiffany climbed into bed with Hannah and snuggled up next to her. "Then once you're satisfied—and I'll make sure you're satisfied at least three times, if you know what I mean—I'll take those nice wet panties and show them to all the girls in school, so they know you're mine and only mine." Tiffany paused. "And I'm yours," she added quietly, but Hannah heard her loud and clear.

  "Is that okay?" Tiffany asked almost shyly when Hannah didn't say anything.

  "Of course it's okay," Hannah assured Tiffany as she squeezed her hand. Sylaire's face was already receding from Hannah's mind like a distantly-remembered dream as she admired her new girlfriend. Tiffany pillowed her head against Hannah's breasts, and in a few minutes she was asleep for real this time.

  It occurred to Hannah, who had masturbated for years in near-total silence, that she could probably finger herself to one more orgasm without Tiffany ever knowing. Hannah considered this tempting possibility, then shook her head firmly. Not disappointing Tiffany was more important than satisfying her immediate physical needs. With a contented sigh, Hannah closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of what would happen in the bathroom the next morning.

  The End.

  Sylvia's Request

  It was the great festival of Leantris in the city of Karana and Valentine was happily in his element. He walked through the familiar districts of his home town, heading towards the parks located in the centre of the city. He had moved away from the poorer Barrio district, where his favourite inn was located and into the large market. Some of the stalls were still present and had been decorated with bright green and yellow ribbons and banners of matching colours, the colours of the Goddess of Life and Nature. He walked passed a small cake stall and purchased a small seed cake to munch on as he walked to the Parks district. There were revellers drinking everywhere he turned; the city had two reasons to celebrate this day. The treaty between Karana and Tamrain had recently been signed, ending the eighteen months of civil war that had ravaged the region. The Spring Festival of New Life seemed like a good day to make the signing official and celebrate the new found peace.