The Rougher Explicit Collection of Stories Box Set Compilation

by Amira Bradford

  "It's funny how I need to listen to something with you when we are apart." I whisper in his ear as the elevator stops at the 11th floor. "Harley man, my core is heating if you know what I mean!" I purr in his ear and laugh as we enter the room and close the door.

  "Are you teasing me? Maybe you need a hose to cool you down?" he puts my hand on his crotch as he kisses my lips gently. Long and tender. Tongues dueling. Rubbing each other.

  "We are clothed little girl, but not for long. We will take off one piece at a time. Teasing, building up. Both of us so hot but not wanting to go too fast." He gushes as he unbuttons my blouse. One button at a time, slipping it off.

  "Mmm, baby. So nice." I purr.

  "Let me rub your sweet breasts through your bra Beth." He stammers and starts fondling me harder.

  "I love you George. You can't even speak when you hold me." I laugh. "Georgie boy, I understand you're cum babble and I love it. Remember you don't have enough blood to run both brains at the same time. You are a man after all!" I jibe, as we start massaging and rubbing, making each other moan. I unzip his jeans. He is squeezing me. I slide my little hand in to his shorts.

  "Oh you are damp baby; been thinkin' of me?"

  He takes my nipples in his strong hands rubbing and twisting them. Making me cry out. My nipples harden as he sucks them through the fabric of my bra. My left nipple is throbbing under his kiss. He sucks the right one hard and bites it. I throw my head back and my red hair flies. I rub his ears, and pull him tighter to me. He reaches behind my back and unsnaps my bra, letting it drop. Freeing my 38 "C"'s for his hungry green eyes, hands and mouth. We both look down as we hear the thud of my cell phone hitting the carpet of our room. We smile, knowing that phone is our cumline when we are apart.

  "Ouch!" I cry out as we both bend for the phone at the same time and bump heads. His cock is throbbing from the attention I'm giving it. It sticks out and I pull off his shorts and him bob to life in front of my eyes. I get on the floor as he kisses down my belly following me. I giggle as he unsnaps my jeans and pulls them down. I squirm and feel myself get so wet I'm afraid I'll make a puddle right here on the rug. I'm wearing only my green satin panties now. They are damp with my desire. He rubs my pussy with his palm. Feeling my sex, his thick uncut cock throbbing. I watch it move with a life of its own as he fingers me through the soft fabric. Stimulating me. My cum trickles out of my slit onto my panties as he slides a finger inside and feels me. As he rubs my lips and flicks my clit, he pushes my panties inside of me.

  "I can't take this Beth!" He rips them off and slides his finger in me. His hand is rubbing me and flicking my clit and it's so hard for him.

  "Ohhh fuck George!" I scream as he kisses lower and lashes my pussy with his tongue. Back and forth, back and forth, over and over again, sending me to climax as I cream in his mouth.

  He feels me trying to hump his face as his tongue lashes me. He bites my clit and sucks it harder. He slips two fingers into my pussy and they suck him in. Oh, he is pumping me now. Another one! Fuck. Three fingers deep in me, driving me harder.

  I push back on him. "Give me that cock!" I demand as he pushes his fist from pussy to clit. "Oh it's 69 time! I'm hungry!" I exude as he turns me over, placing his cock over my face. So hard, over 6 inches of uncut wonder just pointing at my face. Precum leaking onto my cheek. He rubs it over my nose and eyes as I suck him between his balls and cock then softly blow on the damp skin.

  "Oh fuck Beth! Ohhh. Jesus! That is so hot!" He pants. "Oh Baby!" he screams as I lick and lick, just under his tip. My spot, just where the head of his cock meets the shaft. I plant little tiny kisses on the side of his shaft as his hard cock drips. I feel his tongue in me and a finger pressing my tite asshole.

  "Oh Georgie! Fuck! How you lick!" I pant, "I think I'll call you Drambuie," I tease, " 'cause you're the BEST Licka!" I laugh as I cum on his face. Feeling him drink me. Getting drunk on our cum.

  "Oh Beth stroke Me." he begs needlessly as I lick the head of his cock and pull the skin back to bare his head. "Feel my hardness, you make this happen!" he gushes as I take my left nipple and press it into his little pee hole, squishing his foreskin around my nipple and pushing its hardness into him. The cum oozes out and I scoop it down coating his shaft. I cup his balls.

  "Oh baby I'm going to shoot a load any minute!" he warns as I continue to rub down his shaft, stroking him. "Oh my God! I will cum soon. All over your titties, face and mouth."

  I take his cock and rub it on my left cheek, then slide it over to my right. Painting cum along me, glistening streaks on my pretty face. I trace it down my neck.

  "Good God girl, I can't take it! My dick is so hard!" He moans as I lick the head of his cock a little. Now the side... mmm... sucking little kisses all over, then blowing softly. "Beth baby you must stop or I will cum! I'm so close, so very close."

  "Oh baby!" he screams as I push him away from me and onto his back. I crawl up his body and straddle him. My cunt is on fire. I try to mount him and his cock bends as the swollen tip plugs me and stops.

  "Help me... help me..." I beg as I pull on his arms to try to shift positions. "It's hopeless", I fret. I'm swollen tite and his head is so hard.

  I scramble to my knees and look back at him. His face tells me he needs to fuck now. His eyes light up. Oh 'Doggy Style', his favorite! We both smile and our green eyes match as does our craving for cum. He slips his cock between my ass cheeks as I stretch my pussy wide for him.

  "Fuck this you bitch!" he yells as he takes his cock and spreads the cum around my pussy and spanks my clit with his hard dick. Whap! Whap! The feeling sends tingles through me and my skin rises in bumps showing my desire for this man.

  "Oh spank me baby! Splash me I'm so fucking wet!" I say as he takes his cock and pushes into my soaking cunt driving his meat into me.

  "Now take that!" he scolds "I'm going to fuck you silly! Take it all!" His balls bang against my ass hard as he throbs in me and hits my cervix. "No holding back." He warns.

  "Oh don't hold back! Don't! Don't! Fuck me George, oh fuck me hard!" I beg. His cock curves up in me and rubs my cunt all over – hitting places never reached by another man. He was made for me; my orgasm explodes as tears escape my eyes. Making me take every last inch as his balls slap their rhythm. Driving me faster and faster. He drives his finger into my ass as I reach back to grip his balls pulling him tighter to me as I cum. He slaps my ass hard, again and again then drives two fingers into my ass as he fucks the life out of me. I feel myself weaken and slide my finger into his tite ass. My manicured nails creating sensations in him he can't control. I feel the animal take over as he fucks me.

  "Oh fuck you slut! Fuck! Baby!" he screams as he shoots his seed so deep into me. Blasting me. Sloshing as he pushes in and stops then slides back and spasms back into me like a machine. My knees scrape the floor as I scream in uncontrollable orgasm. Babbling incoherently. Rolling onto my side, and hugging him to me. Feeling him breathe. He guides me over him so he can lick me clean as I suck his softening cock. I lick his thighs in delight.

  "MMM, we taste so good baby" I coo. "What a wonderful Tuesday this turned out to be." I roll back to my side and kiss his lips.

  "The hot tub is ready downstairs." He says. "It's risky, but maybe you want to play 'hide the winkie' with Georgie with the jets blasting that pretty pussy? Hmmm?" he teases.

  The End.

  Young Man's Fancy

  Summer 1973 had just begun, and Brandon Mathers had just graduated from high school. He was supposed to be out looking for a job, like he had promised his mother, but Brandon had discovered a hobby in recent days, a hobby that coincided with the arrival of the woman who moved into the house next door.

  ***

  "Hello," Brandon chirped, his voice warbling like it had when it first began to change a couple of years back, but puberty was no longer the reason for that.

  "Hello again," the woman said as she leaned against the handle of the push mower than she had been forcing throug
h the high grass which was getting mowed for the first time this year. "Brandon, isn't it?"

  "Yes ma'am," Brandon said, trying not to look at his new neighbor's body and concentrate on making eye contact instead, although the red tube top that held her cantaloupe-sized breasts made that very challenging indeed.

  "I'm Carol, remember?" she asked in a playfully scolding manner, her voice with a distinctly Western twang.

  "Oh yeah. Forgot," Brandon said, recalling their conversation of the day before when they had first met. "Sorry."

  "It's a hot one today already," Brandon's neighbor said, wiping her brow with the back of her hand, and as she did Brandon's eyes went right to her unshaven armpit, the strawberry blonde hair pasted against her moist skin.

  "I - uh," Brandon said, shifting the weight to hide his erection which was poking at the crotch of his shorts. "I could do that for you, if you want. Mow I mean."

  "Oh?" Carol said, catching the look on her young neighbor's face when he looked under her arm, which he seemed to do a lot of in the several meetings they had enjoyed over the backyard fence since she moved in. "What would your mother say? You mowing my lawn? After all, yours could use a little attention too, right?"

  "Uh, I can do ours anytime," Brandon said, knowing that after he got done talking he would be running upstairs to do what he had been doing almost non-stop since Carol Brown had moved in. "Kind of like a welcome to the neighborhood."

  "Well, in that case," Carol said. "Be my guest."

  "I'll be right over," Brandon said excitedly as he ran into the house and upstairs to his room.

  "Oh man," Brandon groaned as he ran to his bedroom window while his shorts came down.

  Brandon's cock was hard, as usual, and he was peeking through the blinds with one hand while yanking down his underwear with the other and looking for his neighbor.

  "Come out wherever you are," Brandon said as he looked at the unattended mower and prayed for Carol to reappear. "Look what I've got for you."

  Brandon didn't dare stroke his throbbing cock because he would orgasm instantly, so instead he stood motionless, his fingers squeezing the base of his member to hold off his ejaculation.

  "There you are," Brandon said as he saw Carol come over to the fence and look up at his window.

  It was almost as if she could see through the walls, but that didn't stop Brandon from cumming as his cock erupted all over the wall in front of him. As if the woman could tell what he was hoping for, she ran her hands through her hair as she looked up at him, those beautiful tits straining against the fabric as she gave Brandon an exquisite view to cum with.

  "Shit!" Brandon muttered as he saw his semen drooling down the faded wallpaper, and as he cleaned up the mess he noticed that the wall was getting a lot cleaner in that spot, having been cleaned like this at least a dozen times this week already.

  ***

  Brandon made quick work of his new neighbor's lawn, in part because her yard was so small and mostly surrounded by trees, which meant the grass didn't grow around the edges. The other reason for his speed was the fact that the neighbor wasn't out there distracting him. Without her to look at, Brandon was able to focus on the job at hand.

  "Good work, Brandon," called out the voice from the back porch, and when Brandon squinted in the direction of the screened-in back porch he saw his neighbor Carol standing there. "Come on in and have a drink if you're done."

  Brandon headed for the porch, which looked dark and cool, but his eyes were fixed on his neighbor. Carol had apparently taken a shower, because she looked cool and fresh. Her red tube top had been replaced with a lime green halter top which cradled her breasts and made them look bigger still, like eggplants instead of cantaloupes.

  Carol had a pitcher of lemonade, and after pouring them both a glass half full, waved a bottle of Southern Comfort at Brandon.

  "You want some?" Carol drawled. "Or will you get in trouble?"

  "I can drink," Brandon said with some bravado, and when he saw Carol pour a generous amount in the glasses he swallowed hard, hoping he wouldn't get sick like he had the other time he drank.

  "Here you go, partner," Carol said, going over to the Adirondack chair leaning against the wall of the house. "Pull up a chair and rest your ass."

  Brandon sat down and took a sip, wincing at the strength of the drink, and his reaction drew a chuckle from his neighbor.

  "Not much for kids to do around this neck of the woods, is there?" Carol asked.

  "I'm not a kid," Brandon said with as much attitude as he could muster.

  "What are you, 14?"

  "Eighteen," Brandon said defiantly, even though he was used to being kidded about his boyish looks.

  "That so?" Carol said, setting her drink down and raising her arms, grabbing the high back of the chair in her hands and stretching.

  Brandon swallowed hard as he watched his new neighbor move in the chair, her actions causing her breasts to thrust out father as well as exposing the wild tufts of hair under her arms, which after her shower were now fluffy and soft looking.

  "Am I grossing you out?" Carol asked, smiling as she nodded over to her armpit.

  "NO!" Brandon said, feeling goofy about accidentally yelling his response. "I mean no. I think it's sexy. My girlfriend - ex-girlfriend I mean. She didn't shave her pits either."

  "So you like that, I guess?" Carol surmised, and Brandon nodded his agreement. "She a hippie?"

  "Sort of. Not really," Brandon said. "We don't have real hippies around here."

  "Guess I'll be the first then," Carol responded.

  "I thought hippies were - you know - kids," Brandon said.

  "Not old ladies like me?" Carol said with a laugh. "Boy, you've got a way with words, don't you?"

  "I didn't mean that," Brandon said, flushing at once again putting his foot in his mouth. "I'm not too good around pretty girls."

  "Good comeback kid," Carol said, and then quickly corrected herself. "I mean Brandon. Well, I am old. I'm 44."

  "My mother's 44," Brandon said.

  "So I'm old enough to be your mother," Carol said, looking at Brandon's blank stare which was focused back under her arms. "Boy, you do have a thing about this fur, don't you? Don't you have any hair under your arms?"

  "Yeah, but not that much," Brandon said quickly, and then bit his lip as Carol laughed.

  "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Carol asked with a mischievous grin, reaching over and running her fingers through the hair under her left arm.

  "Good, I guess," Brandon said, and even though it was cooler inside the porch he could felt the sweat pouring off of him. "Looks sexy on you."

  "You like to look, alright," Carol said. "I see you looking over my way quite a bit. From the backyard, and then from upstairs too. Is that your bedroom?"

  Brandon nodded, trying to look his new neighbor in the eye as his heart pounded faster and faster.

  "Bet I know what you do up there," Carol said. "I know boys your age. Had a boy just a bit older than you."

  "Is he going to move here too?" he asked, but Carol shook her head no and took a deep breath.

  "Are you married?"

  "Sort of."

  "Is your husband going to live here?"

  "No, but I'm sure he'll find me. He always does, at least until he picks a fight with somebody that can fight back."

  "Your son - is he with him?"

  "Hell no. He joined the Army to get away from the asshole. Can we change the subject?"

  "Sure. Sorry."

  "So like I was saying, I've got a good idea of what you're doing up there. The question is if you do it like this," Carol asked, taking her thumb and index finger and moving it quickly up and down a short way.

  "Or is it more like this?" Carol asked, making a fist and making longer and longer movements with her hand, becoming so comical that Brandon forgot how embarrassed he felt and burst out laughing.

  "Somewhere in between," Brandon said, enjoying how his neighbor seemed to be like one of
the guys, even though she obviously wasn't.

  "Honest fella, huh?" Carol snapped. "At least you didn't deny it. If you said you weren't up there getting yourself off, I would have felt silly posing down here all the time for you."

  Brandon said nothing as the two of them looked at each other for the longest time before Carol reached further back behind her head, and with a flick of her wrist undid the knot of halter top at her neck.

  The halter dropped off, and Brandon let out a gasp before the fabric landed on her lap, exposing the most magnificent breasts that he could ever have imagined. Better than any of the women in Playboy, because these were live and right in front of him.

  Carol remained in her pose, enjoying the way the boy was staring wide-eyed at her full breasts with the large dusty rose-colored nipples. The freckles that covered her neck, shoulders and upper chest stopped at the tops of her breasts, making the pale white skin look even brighter.

  "Cat got your tongue?" Carol asked while watching Brandon's trembling hand reach for the glass without taking his eyes off of her, and when he brought the drink to his mouth he didn't wince but downed it all with one swallow.

  "You're beautiful," Brandon said, and when Carol laughed he shook his head hard. "You are. You look like that girl on TV. Archie Bunker's daughter."

  "Sally Struthers?" Carol asked. "Okay. I'll take it. I think you like my jugs even more than my armpit hair."

  "Yeah. I mean, I like all of you," Brandon stammered.

  "You and your old girlfriend do it a lot?" Carol asked, and Brandon nodded after a brief pause but after Carol looked at him with a raised eyebrow Brandon finally slumped his shoulders and shook his head no.

  "You're a virgin, aren't you?" Carol asked and when the lad screwed up his face, Carol smiled. "No shame in that. I was one too once, I think."

  "Yeah," Brandon admitted. "I am."

  "You in the mood to change that?"

  ***

  "Right here?" Brandon asked after Carol had him first stand up, and then told him to drop his pants.