Dark Fantasies

by T West

  Michael sat his ass down on the bed and lay back, his pole in need of more attention. Emma clambered on top and straddled him. She had seen this being done many-a-time on Spencer’s porno flicks and couldn’t believe she was actually going to do it. Clambering aboard, she allowed Michael’s big stiff helm right up into her pussy, as his strong hands guided her down on his length. She took every inch deep inside her, his strong hands pulling her up and down his shaft, using her as a wanking device.

  Her twin globes jiggled enthusiastically before her, as the ever-ready Johnson slapped his large dong against her titties. Johnson stood astride Michael’s chest, squatted down and placed his knob in-between her knockers. Emma tit-wanked him, sucking his bell every time it popped up through her bouncing boobs.

  She heard more loud footsteps coming from the room upstairs. “It can’t be,” slurped Emma onto her mouthful of bell.

  She watched in amazement as the big black rugby player she had seen the night before walked in.

  “Oh, hi Wayne,” said Michael.

  “Hi Michael,” said Wayne in a big deep voice. “I heard a lot of commotion coming from upstairs and wondered what was going on.” He unzipped and pulled out his 11 inch wiener.

  Emma’s already-licked and therefore lubed-up starfish winked at him knowingly, as Wayne nudged his enormous bell up against her still-virginal pucker.

  “I’m not sure if I’m ready for --” she didn’t have time to finish her sentence as Wayne began to plunge his rod into her butt-hole, making her scream out as pain was mixed with pleasure.

  Johnson took his knob out from in-between Emma’s tits and stuck it straight in her mouth. Emma let out a muffled scream, as she was getting triple-fucked hard, having all three of her holed filled. She leaned forward onto her hands and rode Michael like a pony, as Wayne stood behind her, his big black thighs pumping back and forth, his big black nuts slapping up against the big white testicles beneath.

  The depravity of losing her virginity in a gangbang was too much for Emma, and her mind flashed back to the porno that she had watched with Spencer, and thought that perhaps she should have stuck with that, as tame as it now seemed. But she was loving every second, and she felt an amazing climax rise up inside her body. She rode it like the crest of a wave, and as it crashed over her, she screamed a muffled scream onto Johnson’s prick-head as she came uncontrollably, spraying her female sex-piss downwards onto Michael’s straining shaft, soaking his trimmed pubes beneath.

  Her ring-piece clamped down upon Wayne’s black cock with vice-like force, almost squeezing the life out of it, until his testicles inflated like balloons ready to burst.

  Michael lifted Emma off his knob as Wayne withdrew his meat from her pucker, and Johnson took his saliva-wet tool away from her hungry lips. Still on her hands and knees, Emma put her butt in the air, waiting and ready. Facing the centre of the room, Michael got behind her as Wayne and Johnson stood in front. With her snatch now fully soaked-up, Michael grabbed hold of her hips and drilled deep, screwing her doggy-style. With her hands on the edge of the bed, Emma felt like a true animal, like a wild hussy, as she cried out whilst taking it from behind.

  The two big cocks in front of her, one white and one black, swayed about right before her face, and she greedily opened her mouth as the two bell-ends got nearer. She sucked on one, then the other, as Wayne and Johnson worked their sticks, simultaneously jacking their huge beasts.

  Michael pulled her hair back tightly as the big bells slapped their pre-cum across her face. He banged her mercilessly, ruthlessly, aggressively, her quivering pussy clutching his slick girth as tight as a flea’s chuff, as she felt his large balls tremble behind her. She wanted him to experience the ecstasy she had earlier. She wanted to feel his seed deep inside her. She couldn’t believe this was happening, this old friend of her mother’s. All these images flashed through her mind – the gangbang video, her picture on the mantelpiece, her mother talking to Michael, Michael playing rugby, Michael jacking off over her, her new dildo. All these images swirled around her subconscious like a phallic highlight reel of cherry-popping madness.

  Michael cried out as she felt his cock hard as a rock, buried in her snatch. He shot his load, shooting his seminal spray deep. It shot out like a garden hose, spraying his thick creamy white jizz deep inside her fertile body, his sperm swimming valiantly all the way up to her egg.

  The two monumental knobs in her face twitched soon after, and Johnson sprayed his milk like a squirt-gun right into Emma’s open mouth and onto her outstretched tongue. She swallowed down as much as she could, just as she saw Wayne’s huge black monster begin to vibrate. He too shot his load, and it shot out like a broken fire hydrant, plastering her right in the face, all over her cheeks. She managed to shut her eyes just in time, as the spooge dripped down her face as onto the floor beneath her. Blindly reaching out one of her hands, she squeezed both their sacs, going from one to the other, as the last drops from their drained nuts drizzled out of their softening snakes.

  Michael withdrew, and Emma sat back down against the big comfy pillows, wiping her eyes clean. Her eyes went from the three now-flaccid schlongs and their drained balls, to the pool of spooge on the floor, and down to the cream-pie between her legs as it dripped out onto her bed-sheets.

  I’m going to get pregnant for sure, she thought. But then she looked admiringly at Michael. She had always fancied him, and if she was going to get pregnant, then she was sure that he would make a great father. His wife had cheated on him, so he was sure to know all about how to have a monogamous relationship. She imagined him being faithful to her. Everything would turn out okay. And if his rugby friends would come around every now and then, she was sure she could accommodate them.

  I’ll find a way to make this work, she thought, as she looked at Wayne’s big black grapefruits.

  ~~~###~~~

  Steamy Erotica Story 3

  O n holiday in Barbados. Boiling heat, pool parties and shenanigans aplenty. This is exactly what Susie needed before her big upcoming wedding. She didn’t want things to get too crazy though, being an attractive girl in her late twenties the temptation for debauchery was always there, but she loved Jimmy and couldn’t wait to wed him in a couple of weeks back home.

  She was on holiday with her friend Megan, just the two of them enjoying a relaxing week unwinding after a hectic stint at their office jobs. A blonde and a brunette, lying on the beach in their bikinis, feeling the sand between their toes and getting a tan – what could be better.

  Susie’s relationship with Jimmy had for the most part been good. She knew he had a high sex drive, so she tried to satisfy him in the bedroom as much as she could. Both being young they did indulge in sexual activity regularly, and she tried to be as experimental as possible in the bedroom. They mostly did cowgirl and doggy-style, with the occasional bit of light spanking thrown in there for good measure, which Jimmy seemed to enjoy more than Susie.

  There was, however, one thing in the bedroom that Jimmy was always pressuring Susie to do, but she had always refused. She just didn’t get why he liked it so much and wanted to do it so badly. Her front entrance was tight enough, she thought, so there was no way she was going to take it up the back-door. Just the very thought of it made her eyes water – she was a slim attractive girl with not much meat on her, so she was well aware that her back passage was incredibly tight. So tight in fact, that she was sure if she did actually allow Jimmy to make love to her tightest sphincter, he would undoubtedly get a sore cock. He wasn’t the most well-endowed guy on earth (Susie knew this for a fact from her college days) but even so – she was sure her anal tunnel would squeeze his frustrated penis with near-crushing force if he was ever able to get it in.

  So, Jimmy seemed to have given up pestering her and got the message that anus-love wasn’t going to happen in their relationship, despite his earlier guilt-tripping pleas of: “If you loved me you’d do it,” and, “It’s supposed to feel good y’know.”

  She f
igured her tight pussy and high sex-drive should be enough to satisfy any man and he was lucky to have her.

  After a day sunbathing, attempting to surf and sipping a couple of mojitos on the beach, Susie and Megan headed back to the hotel to grab a shower and a bite to eat and to get out of the sun for a bit.

  “I need to Skype Jimmy too,” she told Megan. “I haven’t since I’ve been here and I kind of miss him.”

  “Ok cool,” Megan said, smiling. “There’s a lot to occupy you here but I get it – you’re in love!”

  Back in their hotel room Susie fired up the laptop and sat on the bed, eager to see her cheeky monkey, while Megan faffed and styled her hair in the open door of the bathroom.

  “He’s online!” Susie called out as the screen read: ‘Connecting Call’. She waited excitedly for their webcams to connect; she couldn’t wait to tell her fiancé all about the great little holiday she was having. However, to her utter shock, when his webcam went live it was not Jimmy sitting at the screen but a young female.

  Susie’s jaw dropped as she tried to take in what was in front of her. At first she thought there must have been some kind of mix-up, that she had accidentally been connected to someone else’s cam, but there was no doubt that it was Jimmy’s apartment and Jimmy’s chair that this stranger was sitting in. The girl was about the same age as Susie, a redhead and attractive.

  “Who… are you?” Susie said, exasperated.

  The girl smiled. “I’m Tabitha.”

  Susie quickly realized that that answer didn’t help her one bit. “Okay… what are you doing there? Where’s Jimmy?” she inquired, eager to get to the bottom of this.

  “Jimmy’s in the shower,” Tabitha said with an evil glint in her eye.

  “And why is he in the shower?!” Susie asked, playing along.

  “He’s washing his cock. That’s right. It’s been up my ass all morning so you can’t blame him really,” she said defiantly.

  Utter disbelief and anger rose up through Susie’s body. Was this chick serious?! Who the hell was she, why was she with Jimmy, and if this was in fact true how dare she blatantly talk to her like this. Just as Susie opened her mouth to question this little hussy further, the redhead sarcastically waved goodbye and ended the call, making both webcams go blank.

  Even though it felt much longer, this whole call had only lasted a few seconds. Megan had heard everything from the bathroom, and walked out also in disbelief of what had transpired.

  “Did that actually just happen?” Megan said, exasperated.

  “Unfortunately it did, yes,” Susie answered, tears starting to well in her pretty eyes, and Megan instinctively rushed to sit down on the bed next to her companion, putting her arms around her and comforting her.

  “Look, if I’m being honest you’re probably better off without him. I’ve always thought he was a bit of a tool, to tell you the truth. All that beer drinking and rugby. And plus he’s not very pleasing on the eye – I mean, he’s a bit of a porker.”

  “I know,” Susie wailed, bursting into tears, “But he was my porker! I loved him! We’re engaged to be married… what the hell am I going to do?!”

  Megan rubbed her hands up and down her friend’s soft tanned back in an attempt to settle her and stop the waterworks. “There there. There there. There’s plenty more fish in the sea. At least you found out now before you tied the knot.”

  Susie sobbed as she tried to hold back the tears. “But… she said that he had been making love to her anus. That’s just wrong. I mean, I know he had tried to bugger me up the tulip several times, and I thought it was just because he was a randy sod – I had no idea he would do it to some little hussy like that. While I’m here on holiday.”

  “Well, at least you found out now,” Megan said soothingly, her well-manicured hand dabbing Susie’s tears away with a tissue. “But I don’t agree that anal sex is wrong. Lots of people do it. I mean, me and Bobby used to do it all the time when we were dating. I too have a very tight starfish, but we just used lots of lube and we were good to go. Sometimes he’d lick the target first. It hurts a bit at first – especially when the guy’s got a big weenie – but after a while it starts to feel really good. I think you’d enjoy it!”

  “Oh crumbs, Jimmy’s got quite a small willy, but even so I think my back entrance is so narrow that I’m scared it might split me in two,” Susie said, her tears subsiding.

  “Don’t be silly!” Megan chuckled, trying to cheer her buddy up. “But I really think you should break up with that twat Jimmy. How dare he do this to you.”

  Susie nodded. “Oh yes. There’s no way I could marry him now. Not only because of the betrayal, but there’s no way I could suck his plonker knowing it’s been up that tart’s ass.”

  That night as they lay in their separate beds Susie couldn’t sleep. The event that had transpired earlier that day was playing heavily on her mind. Every time she shut her eyes all she could picture was that redheaded trick Tabitha, bending over, spreading her tight cheeks and showing her anal hole, inviting the world to penetrate her like the little whore she was.

  Even though the act of sodomy scared and repelled Susie in many respects, the brief chat with Tabitha meant that she just couldn’t shake the image of it, and mental pictures of winking starfish haunted her thoughts as she lay there in the dark humid room.

  As Megan blissfully slept in the bed next to her, Susie decided that she needed to see this unholy act for herself. It was the only way she was going to make peace with it. She was a sensible girl, and knew that the first step to getting over this ordeal was confronting it head on, so she sat up in bed and grabbed her laptop that was on her bedside table. She opened it, the bright screen casting light on her and throwing shadows across the room.

  Being brave but still rather unsure, her trembling fingers did a web search for ‘anal’, and within seconds she was greeted with an enormous assortment of sites depicting the ungodly act in all its guilty glory.

  As she clicked on a few videos, she was partially relieved to see that most of them were kind of what she expected – pornstar hunks drilling attractive females between their pert smooth bum-cheeks. As much as she was sure it would hurt, she remembered what Megan had told her about lots of lube, and this helped her to ease the uncomfortable tremors of fear coming from her forbidden entrance.

  Then she clicked on one that both confused and enticed her on many different levels. It was two slightly-older milfs in their thirties, both on the bed on all fours. But there wasn’t a man in sight. Instead, these two randy mares were facing away from each other, and were both impaling their bum-holes on a very large double-ended dildo. Their fleshy seats clapped together as they banged against each other rampantly, apparently keen to anally penetrate themselves in this unusual fashion. Susie muted the sound to prevent their pig-like squeals from waking her snoozing holiday companion, but as the eye-opening act continued she couldn’t help slipping her hand beneath the bed sheets to dally in her freshly-shaven pussy.

  Here, she guiltily rubbed her swollen nub, her eyes feasting on the crazy onscreen happenings as confusing thoughts and emotions poured through her very being. She rubbed herself to a juddering silent midnight orgasm, before raising her soaked fingers to her lips to lick them clean.

  She closed the laptop and her eyes, now feeling herself drifting off to sleep, strangely content and fulfilled.

  The following evening they went to a pool party, and even though Susie wasn’t keen to mingle with her fellow holiday makers Megan had pretty much dragged her there, insisting that she make the most of her week in the sun despite the revelation that her fiancé was a cheating slimeball.

  Susie rolled her eyes as she sipped her vodka-coke through a straw, unimpressed by the many testosterone-fuelled men that wandered past her poolside, perusing her shapely stature whilst attempting to make unnoticed eyes.

  It was just too soon after her Jimmy catastrophe to even think about dating another man, not even if it was a rebound fling,
she decided. Typically, Megan was enjoying herself, flaunting her feminine wares while simultaneously trying to look coy and demure, a task and a skill she had honed to perfection. One guy had caught her eye in particular – a tall dark-skinned guy. He was about 6ft4 and dressed only in board shorts and flip-flops, his chiseled hairless torso reflecting the neon pool-side lamps as he flirted and chatted to Megan like a kid in a candy store.

  Really not being in the party mood, Susie dragged Megan back to the hotel room, but without Susie’s approval Megan had unceremoniously taken back the guy she had been chatting to as well. If Susie wanted to go home early that was fine, Megan figured, but there was no way she was missing out on any holiday fun.

  “So, I’m really still not sure about this anal sex act,” Susie revealed to Megan back in the room as she started to remove her make-up.

  Megan rolled her eyes. “Oh really?” she asked, withdrawing the huge black member from her mouth as she earnestly cupped his ball-sacks.

  “Yeah, I mean… last night I watched a couple of vids while you were asleep. And to be honest… I found it kinda disturbing,” she explained to her friend as Megan tugged on the enormous black shaft, her hand unable to fit all the way around it as her tongue flicked out to lap the first drop of pre-cum from the glistening helmet.

  “Look, it’s really nothing to worry about,” Megan said, her voice muffled with a throatful of cock, trying to reassure Susie as quickly as possible so she could focus on the task in hand. “I’m telling you – you just need a bit of lube and the right mind-set and its happy sailing. I’m sure that once you let a guy drill your virginal pucker, you’ll never look back!”