Rough and Hardcore Erotica

by Natalie Breaks

  “I see you've learned quite a lot,” Baron Broodclaw laughed, placing a hand on her ass. The shock of his touch caused the girl to jolt upright.

  SMACK!

  “None of that now,” Broodclaw wagged a finger, after having just spanked her derriere for the sudden lurching. “Back to where you were...”

  The girl, watering heavily at both ends now, viciously ripped Fentworthy's underwear from his legs... pulling it down to his ankles where she then slipped it over his feet. In the next moment, as the lady lifted her gaze back to the imposing appendage... what a delightful shock was awaiting her!

  Lord Fentworthy's throbbing member... clean cut and shaven. With one vein running down the right side of his shaft – visibly pulsating with each beat of his heart, and in doing so, causing Lady Morgana's own heartbeat to hasten immensely. The girl would not be disappointed on this day! His manhood was of a sizable, shapely quality! Not quite as comely as the Baron's, but better in some respects. The thought of two perfect cocks filling her holes... good lord!

  “Open wide, you naughty girl,” the Baron instructed, eager to see her wolf down his friend's love pole. “Let me see how you handle another man's shaft. I know you were quite adept at ramming mine down your little throat...”

  “I hope she's remembered a thing or two then,” Lord Fentworthy nodded, inching his dick ever closer to her face.

  And indeed she had... for Lady Morgana gripped his cock with both hands, and aligned the tip with her mouth. The sight of her greedy tongue flicking out to taste his rod put a broad smile on the horny man. He sighed with delight... and there it was!

  Almost, as it were!

  At just the moment Morgana was set to slide Fentworthy's pole into her mouth, she felt the Baron removed her panties with a single swipe of his hand, and what's more – the heft of his own engorged shaft pressing firmly between her virgin ass cheeks!

  “Wha...!” Lady Morgana moaned, desperately wanting to look back over her shoulder and witness the Baron's cock humping up and down, rubbing harshly against those untouched lips.

  SWAT!

  “You were not told to stop,” Fentworthy roared, slapping the cane down upon her ass.

  And it was here that she felt Broodclaw's fingers digging into her rump-meat... kneading and massaging the bright-red skin. Taking a handful to himself and pushing inward, shoving the ass cheeks around his cock to create a remarkable little fucktoy of her body.

  “Come along now, dirty girl,” Lord Fentworthy coaxed the lass – for he was quite eager himself to feel those lusty lips wrap around his shaft. Why should Baron Broodclaw have all the fun after all? Despite the remarkable view of his friend's throbbing manhood slicking down that delectable rump with all the gushes of pre-cum dripping down his pole and onto her debauched skin.

  She did as commanded, taking the man's jousting spear into her mouth in one smooth gulp. How it passed her teeth, driving her tongue to the bottom of her mouth, and inched farther inside... nearly triggering her gag reflexes. It was here that she clamped down with her mouth, and in doing so, ushered out a bit of clear love liquid from Fentworthy. A sweet-tasting sexual wetness, falling onto her tongue. And all the while, feeling the Baron's love lance grinding up and down her southern slit – oh how desperately she wished to have him slam his cock into her cunt! Straight on, full force and without mercy!

  “Oh, you were quite right...” Fentworthy groaned, closing his eyes in ecstasy. “She certainly has a way with that naughty tongue, doesn't she?”

  “Is she sucking hard enough?” The Baron inquired.

  “Oh... well, not as hard as she could be.”

  SMACK! Smack! SWAT!

  The Baron lit up her rear-end with a series of spankings. Fierce and powerful – each one sending yet another jolt of enthusiasm right into the girl's sexual longing.

  “Get that cock down your throat, naughty little girl!” The Baron shouted, smacking her once more. “You are to treat my guest with respect! He came a long way to enjoy your disciplining, now make sure he is satisfied!”

  Glarg, blarg glarg...

  The spit dripped down her lips as she attempted to answer with a gurgling noise.

  “No, wench!” Lord Fentworthy snapped, swatting her rear with that dastardly cane. “Answer with your mouth and tongue! Make me feel your desire... That's it. Much better...”

  “Mmm, appears to be quite the improvement Fentworthy,” said the man to her rear.

  “I would agree, my good man. I feel as if my cock has been caught in a whirlpool!”

  “Now then, little girl,” Broodclaw moaned, biting his lip as he squeezed that rump of hers. “You'd like to feel my shaft pushing inside this little slit of yours, wouldn't you?”

  “Mmm!!” The girl moaned, bouncing her ass to the rear. Certainly quite a sign of approval if there ever was one! How those lovely cheeks squished against his bare thighs – and how that massive pole prodded her little cherry knot, quite by accident it seemed. Yet, each time the fanciful Lady Morgana could perfectly envision the Baron's cock lining up against her lips and pushing inside... where no man had ever gone before! The very thing she so desperately desired! And all so close.

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  “If you want this cock in you, little girl,” the Baron began. “Then you had best continue to gag on Lord Fentworthy's manhood... let me see the effort you showed for mine. Take all of it down your throat and beg for more! Do all of this and I will gladly allow my cock to penetrate your tight, juicy hole.”

  SMACK!

  Broodclaw delivered another blow to her skin as she choked on his friend's rod. It was clear to see the woman would do anything she could to please the Baron.

  “Get it!” He shouted, slapping her ass again and again. “Gag on it! Deeper! Deeper!”

  “Good lord, Broodclaw!” Fentworthy sighed, stumbling to the rear. “Have you no consideration for me!”

  “Just enjoy the experience, my good man! ...That's better, just like that, good little girl!” The Baron shouted. “Now you've earned a big treat...”

  Just the words Lady Morgana wanted to hear! And a moment later, she felt the Baron's bare cock press against her southern lips. Those plump mounds of untouched feminine perfection... thick morsels of seduction, glistening with a mixture of her own sexual desire and the lengthy strands of clear pre-cum from Broodclaw's dick.

  She gasped at the sensation of such a sturdy cock being pressed into her slit. The mature man had not yet penetrated the girl, however... he wished to draw out the moment. To let it linger and build, allowing the virgin to imagine just how wonderful it would feel to have his hefty shaft buried in her pussy!

  “Keep sucking!” He barked. “It turns me on seeing your dirty little mouth wrapped around Fentworthy's lance. Turn me on, little girl... turn me on, and suck that cock!”

  Mmmm... she moaned, trying her damndest to cram down the remaining portion of his thick rod. But it was a futile attempt, as the Lord's size was too great for her inexperienced mouth. Still, it was the effort Broodclaw wanted to see – and see it, he did!

  “Now, see what being a good little girl can get you?” Broodclaw asked. “Now, you've earned this next reward...”

  “Oh my, Broodclaw,” Fentworthy sighed, nearly rendered mute by the sheer pleasure being visited upon his love pole. “Is it time? ...for her first?”

  “It is...” Broodclaw smiled.

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  ***

  Lady Morgana fidgeted with alarm... eager, greedy, yet nervous to continue. Even though she felt the Baron's manhood knocking on her cunt door, the very thing she wished for, it was still a lot to take in (in more ways than one). But the virgin felt ready... she wanted it, badly!

  “How does it feel?” He asked. “Like you imagined in all of your naughty dreams? I bet you'd love for me to rock my hips forward and bestow this mighty shaft deep into your slit, wouldn't you dirty girl?”

  “Oh, I'd love that...” Fentworthy commented. “I'm sure she wi
ll too! Now let me see you fuck this tiny whore...”

  “The greedy little lass... she's earned it,” Baron Broodclaw announced.

  And with that, Lady Morgana felt her southern lips being spread apart – shoved outward, wide and far, by the girth of his cock making its way inside the hungry gash. Better than anything she'd ever imagined... a billion nerve-endings fired off at once, feeling that shaft slide inside her juicy cunt, in one smooth, continuous motion. For the Baron was, once again, quite skilled in the act of rough fucking. He knew just how to tease, how to torture, and... how to please.

  The girl was receiving a once in a life time experience – pleasured by the world renowned Baron Broodclaw himself! And all the while, having Lord Fentworthy's sizable member fill her throat! Pleasured on both ends by the finest cocks in the world.

  Smack! Smack!

  Broodclaw continued unleashing slaps upon her ass. With each contact, he would inch in a little farther – penetrating that delicious slit little by little, and all without stopping in the least bit. A smooth, yet forceful entry!

  “Arrrrrhhhh...” She moaned, still gurgling on the pre-cum of Fentworthy. Her eyes now closed, lost in the utter satisfaction which Baron Broodclaw delivered to Morgana's naughty bits.

  “I think you've earned a bit more,” Broodclaw nodded, staring down at Fentworthy's rod pushing in and out of her mouth.

  And with that, he rocked forward with a sudden jolting sensation... balls deep!

  “Ahhh!” Morgana gasped, spitting the cock from her mouth. “So good, good good!”

  SWAT!

  “What on earth!” The Baron shouted. “How dare you, impudent pup!” And in doing so, he withdrew his own cock from her pussy. “You are to suck Lord Fentworthy's cock until told to do otherwise!”

  Smack!

  Fentworthy, suddenly just returning to reality, delivered a swatting of his own to her unprotected ass.

  “Yes, I agree! Now, back to where you were, missy!”

  Eager to be stuffed again, the good little Morgana opened wide (on both ends) – back to slobbering on the handsome Lord's shaft, and feeling the Baron penetrate her once more. Going deeper than ever before! How wide he stretched her! Nearly to the point of tearing! And she probably would have done just that, had she not been so wet with lust for his member.

  “Much better... much much better, good little girl!” The Baron moaned himself, beginnign to pump in and out of the girl. Each thrust would see his cock go from tip to base, and everywhere in between! Filling her juicy pussy... time and time again.

  How he loved to see her toned rump bounce and jiggle ever so slightly with each pounding he delivered. And glancing up to spot her mouth wrapped around his companion's shaft... what a delight! It only served to harden his own dick, knowing full well how eager the lass appeared to be. How amenable the girls were when a sturdy cock (or two) was introduced into the mix!

  “Oh god!” Fentworthy gasped.

  The Baron knew all too well what was about to happen...

  “Make her handle you to the finish, Fentworthy! Pull out and make her stroke you to pure satisfaction, let's make this ill-tempered rogue spray her own face with your burning cum.”

  “Oh god, yes!” Morgana shouted, spitting out the cock as she reached up with a hand to encircle what she could of it. “Just fuck me harder, Baron! Fuck me! And I'll do whatever you want!”

  SMACK! SMACK!

  “You were not told to speak!” The Baron barked, yet this time he did not cease the rear-pounding action... “Go on then, jerk him!”

  Oh my, how Lady Morgana loved feeling Broodclaw's balls bounce against her ass with each thrust – knowing she was taking all he had to offer... painful, yet pleasurable all at the same time.

  She set about jerking the very primed Lord Fentworthy. Judging by his face, it would not take long at all until he blew his massive, pent-up load all over her lovely visage.

  “Dear lord! Lord, almighty!” Fentworthy howled.

  And just then, Broodclaw witnessed the sight of Fentworthy's white liquid passion flying free from the tip of that impressive cock – directly out onto Morgana's open mouth and wanton lips.

  The man tipped over backwards, stumbling against the desk... still spurting bits of cum.

  “Lick it up!” Broodclaw commanded, slapping her ass just for the hell of it. “Lick it off him!”

  Lady Morgana Moress, spurred on by the throbbing of the Baron's cock inside her pussy, did as bided – she latched her mouth back onto the tip of Fentworthy's shaft and sucked off all the remaining sperm.

  “Mmm...” Broodclaw groaned, causing his own hands to grip the delectable ass. He was a man possessed now! Such a perfect rump all to his own! The virgin girl no more!

  She in turn winced, feeling the large dick probe her insides. Her pussy burned with a heated passion, causing her legs to spasm and shake. She knew what this meant... a tremendous orgasm on the horizon!

  “Don't stop!” She pleaded, whimpering. “Please don't stop Baron! I'll do anything you want... just please give me this satisfaction! I can stand it no longer!”

  “This...” He grunted. “I think you've earned!”

  And with that, he pounded her more fiercely than ever – spreading those pussy lips apart even wider than before. The girl reached a hand back, taking hold of the Baron's wrist just as the orgasmic sensation gripped her entire body – quivering and convulsing like a mad woman! His dick caused her body to erupt with passion! The same as her juicy cunt did in turn, spraying forth the clear liquid of her satisfaction... greasing down the Baron's own shaft, as he continued to plow and ram the orgasming wench.

  Her body had gone limp now, unable to maintain any sort of stability from the massive orgasm. Breathless and clamoring for air... Yet, the Baron continued on.

  “You're not done until I say you are!”

  He looked down, watching his dick disappear into her slit over and over... the white frothy goodness accumulating on his cock, a mixture of cum and pre-cum... about to be even larger with the bursting of his own sexual dam!

  “Oh yes!” Broodclaw moaned, gripping her hips with all his might. He pulled the girl in forcefully each time, ensuring he maintained full depth and penetration – pleasuring every inch of his shaft.

  “Just... one... ahhh!”

  And with that final word, Lady Morgana felt the explosion of cum filling her pussy! Down to the deepest portions of her naughty bits... splashing off the walls, drenching the entire love den!

  “Oh god! Yes! Yes!” She moaned, feeling his throbbing member still gushing cum into her naughty hole. The head of his cock pulsating each time it fired off another load of hot satisfaction.

  “Mmm!” He groaned, pulling her in one last time.

  “Good god, Broodclaw!” Lord Fentworthy cackled as he looked on in shock. “I've never seen such a fierce ramming as this!”

  Lady Morgana could only raise her head slightly, blowing some pieces of hair from her eyes – where upon she smiled from ear to ear – her pussy still alive with endless pleasure. So... this is what being a good girl could get her?

  “Well then,” the Baron said at last, “I wonder what your father would think of his fine daughter now... Filled with my seed and most likely with child...”

  Story 46

  Eric felt the sharp point of the paper poke his arm and he nearly cried out. That would not have gone well in Dr. Whittle’s history class. It was advanced level and he had no patience for defiance or disruption. He would throw students out or fail them on a test for daring to whisper.

  Eric bit his lip and pulled his arm away from the edge of his desk. He turned his head to see Jessica holding a folded note on the edge of his desk under her hand. Her eyes were locked forward and her pen in her left hand scribbled on her notebook. She was right handed and Eric could see she was just forming slow loops on the page, but from the front of the room it probably looked like note taking.

  Eric looked back forward. Dr. Whittle’s m
outh moved as he slid a pointer around the screen over some painted image of a battle on his Powerpoint. Most of the professors had moved on from Powerpoint or still stuck with plain lecture. Dr. Whittle lectured on about his Powerpoint. His redish beard was touched with grey and his skin had a leathery look from many summer breaks spent at the beach apparently. Eric wondered if the man’s beach trips were as dull as his classes.

  He put his hand over Jessica’s. She tickled his palm a little and then pulled her hand away leaving him with the note. Eric slid it so that the body of the person in front of him guarded him from the professor’s view.

  Eric glanced at Jessica as he unfolded the note. She wore her blond hair in a ponytail through the back of a university ball cap. Her shirt was from a band they had gone to see in some dive bar together. They had kissed in the back of the dark room and someone had spilt a drink on her interrupting their moment. Eric had bought the black tee shirt and she had changed in the bathroom. He thought about that night as he stared at the curves of her breasts under the shirt. If her size D breasts were in a bra right then, he’d eat her hat. Hell, he’d eat anything she would let him. Not that he thought they were going to do it in the club that night, but he felt like yet again they had been interrupted when things were going somewhere. He had had sex twice in his life, but none this year and not since he started dating Jessica.

  Her white skirt rode up as high as it could without showing the color of her panties. At the angle she slumped in her desk, if she uncrossed her legs, he guessed that Dr. Whittle would get to see what Eric was missing.

  He tore his eyes away from her slamming body and saw one line on the paper: Don’t you think Whittle is the hottest teacher on campus?”

  Eric sighed and wrote a response: Why do you torture me?

  He folded it and slid it back. Jessica took it and unfolded. One corner of her mouth turned up. She wrote for a few seconds and passed it back.

  Eric read: I want to do you tonight. My roommate’s sister is in town, so we have a full house. Your dorm?”