The Rougher Explicit Collection of Stories Box Set Compilation

by Amira Bradford

  Steve continued, "But I always wanted to do this for my students. Even back when I first started instructing. I just couldn't afford it then."

  "Well, if you keep taking them to places like this, you may not be able to afford it now," she said.

  He replied with a rueful grin.

  "Let's split this, okay?"

  "No, you're my guest. It's okay, really. Besides, I'm very proud of you."

  "Thanks, Teach," She reached for his knee and squeezed. "Or should I say, 'daddy'?"

  "I thought you were going to stop that," he said under his breath, but his tone was too playful.

  Stephanie smiled at him for a few more delightful seconds. She removed her hand from his leg.

  The oysters arrived. Stephanie picked up the nearest one, smeared some horseradish sauce on it, and licked the delicate folded edge as she stared into Steven's face. She took her time retracting her white-tipped tongue, then laughed at his glazed, open-mouthed expression.

  "Gotcha!" she giggled.

  He was just able to shut his jaw.

  "So, want to hear about the checkride?"

  "Please. Anything to maintain my dignity."

  They discussed the oral questions and some of the answers that troubled her. He thought she did well, even now when she expressed uncertainty. The flying presented her with fewer problems, just as Steve had expected. He had spent enough time with her in the Cessna to know she flew well.

  They talked through the entree, and into dessert. They were still chatting through a second round of coffee when the server asked if they wanted anything else.

  "No, just the check," Steve prompted. When it arrived they had a brief tussle over it.

  "No, Stephanie, this is my treat."

  "C'mon, Steven. Let's at least split it—"

  "No."

  "Then let me leave the tip?"

  "Okay," he sighed, a little relieved.

  When they walked out, the darkness surprised them both. The late hour had arrived so quickly.

  "Well, I better get going," he told her. Neither one moved.

  "Thanks for dinner. It was great."

  "You're welcome." Steve had been struck dumb. "Well, I better get going."

  "Okay," she said. She took a step closer.

  "I'm proud of you. Getting your license is a big deal."

  "Thanks," she replied with restrained intensity. Then she hugged him around the neck and kissed his cheek. He turned into her, surprised to find her lips on his. The next moment he kissed her, really kissed her. He felt the mounds of her breasts pressing against his chest. Her tongue traced the edge of his mouth and he responded. When she noticed, she whimpered and pushed her thigh into his growing hardness. His tongue toyed with hers before he pulled away, pupils wide and breath rapid.

  "Wow," she giggled.

  "What was—Stephanie, sorry. That was, well, I mean, that was great, but I shouldn't have. I'm sorry—"

  "For what?' she asked. Her arms encircled his neck and their bodies pressed together. He stirred and she smiled. "You're not apologizing for that, are you?" she asked as she rubbed her thigh between his legs.

  "Stephanie, look, this isn't what—"

  "Steven, I passed my checkride today." She looked at him to let it register. "You're not my instructor anymore. Remember?"

  "Oh, yeah, I know. But— No, you're right. But—" But, his inner voice asked, is this too soon—too soon for someone who's not good at relationships?

  "But—what?"

  "Well, I only got divorced a few months ago."

  "You married now?"

  "No, the papers were finalized—"

  "Good, that's settled." She released her grip and taunted, "Race you back to your place." She turned on her heels and trotted to her car. She thought, In yer face, Mr. Jenkins!

  "Uh, oh," he mumbled to himself through a stupid grin. He had just unlocked his Honda when Stephanie's Mustang bolted from the parking lot. Its tires chattered under heavy acceleration.

  * * * * * * *

  Steve's place had fulfilled several roles over the years, though it had never been a home. But after the divorce Steven's housing need coincided with the flight school's desire to have a "night watchman." Some radios had been stolen from three airplanes late one evening; thus a symbiosis was born.

  Steve let Stephanie in and her eyes darted to the ceiling. There, hanging in all sorts of flight poses, were dozens of model aircraft and spaceships. The back wall was completely hidden behind a huge bookcase. Rows and rows of flying text, pilot biographies, aircraft manuals, aerial histories, and bird books crammed into every sliver until she thought the case might explode in a shower of confetti. She turned her head sideways to read some of the spines.

  A workbench had been built around three walls when a small maintenance shop occupied the building. The surfaces' new roles were counter space and desks. There was a small microwave and dormitory-style fridge that made up his kitchen. The bathroom and shower in the neighboring terminal building provided the missing facilities. The floor was oiled concrete hidden beneath a patchwork of area rugs that dressed up an otherwise ugly surface.

  "You want something to drink?" Steven asked her. "I've got some sodas, juice, coupla beers..."

  "What kind of pops?"

  "Coke, ginger ale, Fresca—"

  "Original Fresca?"

  "Yep."

  "That's good for me," she answered. She pulled a book on eagles from the case and began to thumb through it. She heard two cans open and felt him come up behind her. Her heart beat faster, but she remained with her back to him as she flipped pages without seeing them.

  "Eagles are amazing flyers," he murmured close to her ear. She trembled at the tone of his voice. "In fact, they even mate on the wing." God, he thought, that sounded so damned lame!

  "Really?" She pictured herself as a raptor, high above the Earth, coupled with a powerful male. They came together in bliss as the ground rushed up at them. Her swollen labia throbbed.

  "Yeah. Can you imagine? Feathers blowing and wings beating as you and your partner tumble through the sky. The freedom! The urge to mate much stronger than the fear of crashing." She feigned a swoon and pressed against his lean body. One of his arms encircled her waist and steadied her. He pulled her closer and she felt his bulge insinuate itself between the cheeks of her ass. With a low moan, she pressed tighter into him.

  "You want your soda?" he croaked.

  "Shit, no!" she growled in a passionate whisper. She barely set the book down, spun around and was in his arms. She stretched and found his mouth. Her lips and tongue attacked him in a long, wet kiss. She clung to him and ground her tummy into his erection. Then she leaned back, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his body. Steven managed to set down the two cans and the shirt fell from his arms. He grabbed her bottom and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. The curve of his erection fitted to her and she pumped her hips up and down.

  "Mmm hmmm!" she breathed around their kiss. She established a rhythm that pleased her. Her body jerked from raw shock as her clit bumped against his cock.

  Steve gasped. He wanted to rip her clothes off and fill her in an instant, but he was patient. The anticipation would increase their pleasure. Now he just had to transmit that message to his lower body.

  She broke the kiss and leaned back. Stephanie stared right through him. Her pupils flared wide and her mouth hung open as she fought for breath. She grabbed the back of Steve's head and told him, "God, I've wanted you since that intro flight. Eight long months. Didn't you know how much I wanted you to fuck me?" His cock twitched as she uttered the word, "fuck," and she smiled

  "God, Stephanie, I wanted you, too. But—I just, I couldn't."

  She rolled her hips and more electricity whipped through her. She fought a sublime shudder and asked, "Couldn't, what?"

  "I couldn't take advantage of the instructor/student relationship. It would've been a violation of your trust."

  "Hmmm." She smiled.
"I think there might be a 'violation' in your immediate future, mister man."

  Steve chuckled in spite of himself. When he thrust upward into her steamy pit and her eyes closed, he knew she was right. "Besides, I'm lots older," he continued.

  Her eyes eased half open and locked onto his. "Not lots older."

  "Forty-four."

  "I know. And I'm twenty-six, so that's not lots older. And if I don't care, why should you?"

  "And I'm divorced," he went on, but groaned when she pressured his throbbing tip.

  "As long as you're not married right now." She kissed him again with her eyes open and fixed on his. Her passion rose in leaps.

  Steve's mind refused to let go of the last vestige of worry. He worried that he wanted to be with Stephanie, but they would end up just like his failed marriage. He worried that he might disappoint her. Then she kissed him, and he worried that he might cum if she kept grinding on him the way she was at that moment.

  He pulled his mouth from hers. "If you don't stop that—"

  "What? You're gonna cum?" Stephanie finished for him.

  "Yeah," he hissed.

  "But if I can get another couple of humps in myself," she said. She ground her mons against his zipper. "I might beat you to-ooo-ooo-OOO!" He held her tightly as her body convulsed. His tip flared and he bit his tongue to stop his own orgasm. Just as he thought he might not regain control, his libido staggered back from the brink.

  Stephanie trembled through delightful aftershocks. Finally, she melted from his embrace. Her breath remained unsteady and ragged, and she held onto his shoulders for support. She nipped on the skin of his chest and smelled his body, a pleasant blend of cologne, cumin and perspiration. She let his flesh slip from her teeth and stood on her own.

  "God, that was fun," she grinned. "So, here's the deal. Daddy." She began by pulling her blouse over her head. "You and I are going to have wonderful sex, but this is a one-time thing. I'm not looking for anything long-term. It's just that after watching you fly for months, after watching these big, sexy hands on the controls—" She took one of his hands and sipped at a fingertip. "I just have to have them all over my body."

  Her hands reached between her breasts and unsnapped her bra. She let it hang open and gave him little teasing glimpses as she undid her belt and jeans. "If that's okay with you, then okay." The pants fell, past her tiny lace panties and shapely legs, to the patchwork floor.

  "What if it's not okay?" His dry mouth surprised him. He reached for a soda and gulped down three generous swallows.

  She clasped her bra again. "Well, I guess I'll have to leave." Her mock pout dripped honey.

  He cradled her jaw in his hand and whispered, "Please stay. I really want you to stay!"

  "As they said in the written test guide, that's the 'best answer'." She smiled and opened her bra catch once more. She stared into his eyes as she pulled the undergarment aside. The raw desire on his face pleased her.

  Steven watched in awe as she bared her breasts. They sloped into generous mounds tipped by thick, pink nipples. Stephanie's wrinkled areolas seemed tiny in comparison. He noted in passing that her bra was padded. He worried that this might be a dream. His hand trembled as it reached for her.

  Her skin felt like silk beneath his fingers, and the weight of her breast told him this was real. She sighed at the touch. His thumb and forefinger cupped the bottom of her curve before they moved to surround her nipple. He pinched gently at her erect tip and she gasped. Her hands held his to her and she looked into his face.

  "Do you want me?" she asked in a little voice.

  "Hell, yes!" He wrapped her in his arms and crushed her to him. Her naked breasts pushed into his skin and their mouths met. He ran his hands to her ass and found a thin waist band and exquisitely nude flesh. He grabbed her and pulled her hips to him.

  Stephanie felt his cock pulsing through his jeans. Her own crotch had grown exquisitely wet, and she yearned to taste him. She pulled away, gladdened to see the heightened lust on Steven's face.

  She knelt and her deft hands loosened his belt and opened his fly. His hardness bowed the white boxer briefs and his tip jumped out at her. She swabbed it with her tongue and grinned at his sharp intake of breath. A quick tug and his beautiful dick sprang free. She encircled it with her hand and slipped half its length into her mouth. His end had already dampened with precum. Her tongue lingered and Steve groaned.

  Stephanie's mouth swirled and tickled up and down the thick shaft. She rubbed beneath the sensitive tip and sucked hard on the head. Then she plunged downward until she felt his glans at the back of her throat. She made a sound of encouragement and his knees went weak.

  She pulled back until he slipped from her clutching mouth. Her tongue ran in several tight circles around his rim before she took him into her throat once more. This time she did not stop. She gripped his ass with both hands and pulled until his entire length disappeared in her mouth. He felt her nose touched his tummy and she swallowed repeatedly. Her throat muscles stroked his rim and tip while she made small, erotic gulping noises.

  "Ahgh! God, Ooooh! GAWD!" He held her head, as much for balance as to encourage her. Oral sex had never been like this. It felt as though his entire soul was about to explode into this wanton girl's ravenous mouth. He swelled and they both knew.

  She loved feeling the first spurt in her throat, but she desired his taste. She slid away from him until his thick, pulsating tip gave up its delectable cream. His cum mixed with her saliva as she swished her tongue around his overly sensitive cock. He tasted as good as she hoped he would. Her mouth sucked and swallowed noisily at his shrinking flesh until he collapsed.

  "That was yummy!"

  The only reply Steven could manage was an exhausted groan. It had been years since he had such a powerful orgasm and, when his body jiggled through an aftershock Stephanie smiled her satisfaction. "Did you like that, Daddy?"

  "Mmm hmmm," he mumbled from the depths of a stupor.

  Stephanie looked around and spotted the trundle bed beneath the counters. She rose with the grace of a cat and swayed across the room. He watched her smooth form and rejoiced at her nearly nude bottom. He loved the dimples on her back. When she turned and wrestled the bed into the room, her breasts jostled invitingly. Her nipples were long and thick. He struggled against an overwhelming urge to devour them.

  "Can I ask you something kinda personal?"

  "Jeez, Steve, I'm practically naked and just gave you head—I think we're past having to ask permission, okay?" Her smile captivated him.

  "Yeah, okay. And for the record, that was the best blow job I've ever had in my life!" She grinned at him and slipped off her thong. Before she sat he glimpsed her smooth vee. When he failed to speak she wet her fingers and played with her left nipple.

  "You were saying?"

  "What? Sorry. Yeah, um, I was— Oh, yeah." Stephanie grinned at the effect she had on Steve. After months of seeing him totally in control, the satisfaction of watching him fall to pieces was such fun!

  "Well, I noticed that you wear a padded bra. But, why? I mean, your, well, your breasts are amazing—"

  "Thanks."

  "No, what I mean is, I don't think you need any padding."

  "But just look at these!" She fondled her erect nipples. "They're so big that unless I have something padded to cover 'em up, they're too easy to see. And I only want to share them with who I decide. Not just anyone on the street who can see 'em through my shirt, you know?"

  "Wow," he whispered.

  "Wanna share?"

  Steve nodded, eyes bright. He stepped out of his pants, and stripped off his underwear as he crossed the room. Then he knelt in front of her and kissed her soft, warm lips. He cupped one of her breasts and felt its tip dig deliciously into his palm. She moaned at his touch and her tongue licked his. He tasted his essence on her. He moved down to her neck and nibbled at the tender skin.

  "You know, once I almost came from playing with my nipples." He caressed her and
she murmured, "Oooo, that's nice. Oh, my. Take your time with them, 'kay? I want you to make me cum like that. Oooo, yeah, like that. Just nipple play—leave my kitty for later."

  Steven bent to her chest and sipped one of her thick pink tips. He did as she asked and immersed himself in her firm breasts and succulent nipples. Time stretched and compressed, but he continued to lavish her with licks and sucks and nibbles. Her breathing grew impassioned, heated, and eventually changed to ragged gasps. She twined her fingers in his hair and pressed him to her body.

  "Oh, God, I'm getting so close," she told him in a harsh whisper.

  "Let go, baby," he moaned. His tongue flicked her right nipple. He pinched and rubbed the saliva-coated flesh on her left breast. Stephanie shook at the touch.

  "Oooh," she whimpered, "so cloooose. Don't—oooh, yeees! Don't stop! Aaah, aaah, oooh, God! Yeees! Fuck YEEES!" Her nipples burned and her body convulsed. Raw jolts pulsed and raced through her trembling frame. Her cream ran fast and thin until her labia were coated and she grew wet between her bottom cheeks. She squirmed and writhed and reveled in the climax.

  Steven reveled in it, too. Stephanie was so attuned to her breasts that she could achieve orgasm just from nipple play. He loved it! But he wanted her to explode, so as she seemed to peak he slithered two fingers into her and curled them directly into her g spot.

  "Ungh! Fuck, yeah! Ungh! Oooh, SHIT!" She cried out as her pleasure ratcheted higher and fireworks erupted behind her eyelids. Her thighs clamped hard onto his invading digits. His palm was soon soaked I her volcanic honey as his tongue thrashed back and forth at her tingling red nipples.

  Stephanie came down to earth in stages over the next several minutes. At last she lay back, closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. "Oooo," she giggled. "Damn, I needed that. Oh, Gawd!"

  "You are sooo beautiful," he told her. She turned to look at him and smiled. But she grew a little more serious at his expressive eyes.

  "Thanks, Steven. So are you." She pulled him down to her and kissed him. He suckled softly along her jaw and along her throat. She laughed then whispered words that made his cock twitch with need. "Taste me, Steve. Please!"

  Her hands guided—propelled—him lower. He nibbled his way across the expanse of her flat tummy so quickly that he almost missed the chance to tickle her navel with his tongue. Her giggle turned to a sigh as he passed her waist, and into a moan as he nestled his lips into her bare, soaked opening.