OFF-LIMITS WOMEN! (20 ROUGH, SCREAMING HOT TABOO EROTICA SEX STORIES FOR ADULTS)

by Kelsie Spits

  I was in control now, able to dictate the rhythm and speed of our motions. I also enjoyed that I could dig my fingers into his chest muscles as I bounced on top of him.

  In this position, his dick literally perfectly filled my vagina. At first I was the only one moving, but he started to get into it as well, finally getting the hang of everything.

  He grabbed my hips and started thrusting upward each time I lowered around him. This was starting to turn into the fucking that I had hoped for. His dick filled me perfectly, which felt amazing as it rubbed inside me.

  My body rocked back and forth with each thrust, and I also let my hand wander to start playing with my clit while we fucked. His hands raised to my breasts, pinching my nipples while he squeezed them. I was happy he was finally taking some control.

  As I was thinking this, he lifted me off of his dick by grabbing below my arms. He raised me with ease, then set me down on the bed. He moved me onto my knees and pulled me to the side of the bed.

  I was shocked that he did this, but loving every second of it. I felt him slide inside me from behind, grabbing the sides of each of my hips as he did. He was in full control now and took advantage of it.

  He started pounding me with much more force than he had been using before. His natural instincts had come alive, and the drive inside all men was being let loose. I could tell that he was getting his whole body involved, and he was thrusting so hard that it was borderline painful.

  I’ve always enjoyed rough sex, so was very happy that this side of him was awakening. I wasn’t about to let him stop, so made sure to give him encouragement.

  “Oh baby, fuck yea. Is that the hardest you’ve got?” I moaned in my best porn star voice.

  This seemed to get to him, because he immediately squeezed my hips harder for more leverage and really slammed into me. This was more like it.

  “I’ve been bad what are you going to do about it?” I was hoping he would pick up on my cue for him to slap my ass, and he did. He didn’t hit me hard though.

  “Oh, I’ve been much worse than that. I’ve been a very naughty girl.” This time he hit me harder, enough to elicit a slight yelp from me. Electricity was coursing through my body, I was really getting into this now. He continued to pound into me, and the feeling of his dick sliding inside me was incredible. I wanted more.

  “You’re gonna let me off easy?” This time he really hit me hard. I could feel myself getting close to an orgasm, happy that it seemed I would beat Phil’s youthful, quick draw.

  I was moaning with every thrust and he continued to slap my ass. I was squeezing him with the walls of my vagina each time, and it was obvious he would blow a load soon too. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I breathily moaned, hoping that if he did cum first he would push through until I finished.

  Just then I heard the front door open and close, which Phil seemed not to notice. I looked at the clock, realizing Rick had returned home. I hadn’t thought of him at all. I didn’t care, and wasn’t about to stop now.

  Knowing he was in the house while his friend’s son was fucking me in the bedroom pushed me the rest of the way. I was very close to orgasm when I felt Phil start to cum inside me. His cock swelled, and if I wasn’t on the edge before, I was now. I was enjoying everything too much, so I tried to hold myself back, making sure I got to enjoy the situation as long as possible, not knowing what would happen when we finished.

  A voice called from the other room. “Lois, I’m home. And hungry. Where’s my dinner.”

  Phil stopped, but I reached back and hit him, whispering to him that he better not stop now. He picked the pace right back up.

  I couldn’t help myself. I could have just not answered, but the situation was too perfect. I composed myself as much as I could with Phil’s dick pounding me from behind, then yelled back to Rick, “One second, I’m cumming!”

  As I yelled I’m cumming, I let go, allowing myself to be overtaken by the orgasm I had been holding off. This caused the ‘cumming’ part of my answer to come out much louder and high pitched than the rest, but I didn’t care. I wouldn’t have cared if he walked in and caught us. All I cared about was reveling in the pleasure Phil’s dick was giving me. I involuntarily squeezed his dick with my vagina, while the rest of my muscles went limp. My face fell against the bed, but he continued to hammer me. Each thrust sent another wave of pleasure through me until I just couldn’t take anymore.

  When Phil also couldn’t take anymore, he slipped out and started quickly getting dressed. “What should I do?”

  “Let me leave the room, then sneak out the door here and go work on the pool or something. It will be fine.” I didn’t care either way. Every need I had in the world had been filled that day, nothing could have ruined it now.

  I got dressed, not bothering to clean out my vagina. I pulled my underwear up as his cum started leaking out of me. The thought of it trapped against my skin the rest of the day excited me, so I made sure not to let any fall out.

  I finished getting dressed, then walked out of the room. I felt our fluids mixing inside me with every stride. My underwear were soaked, and they were starting to leave a mark on my pants as well.

  I reached the living room, and my oblivious husband sat watching the TV. “Damn it Lois, make me dinner. I’m sick of you just fucking around all day while I work.”

  If only he knew.

  The End

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  Story 11

  Kicking Up Dust...

  The phone vibrated loudly on the wooden desk where it lay beside a mountain of books.

  “What are u doing?” the text message read.

  Keisha sighed. She had a Biology lab report due the next morning and was really struggling with it. She certainly did not need the interruption. She pushed her phone further away from her and stared blankly at the screen of her laptop.

  The phone buzzed again.

  “Party 2nite! We gotta go!!!!”

  It was her best friend, Rosie.

  Rosie wasn't as studious as Keisha, never had been. She liked to go to every party. College, in her opinion, was for having fun and getting laid. All Keisha cared about was grades. Most people thought it was pretty funny that the two were friends but aside from their differing attitudes to education, the girls had a lot in common.

  “I can't, Rose. Sorry. I have homework to do tonight. See you tomorrow!”

  Keisha responded to the text messages politely but made sure to end the conversation. The evening was going by way too quickly and she was running out of time to finish her report.

  “I am on my way to your dorm, girl! I am not taking no for an answer! You never come out so tonight we are going to have fun! See you in 5!”

  What the hell? Rosie was just going to turn up uninvited? Really?

  Keisha slammed her laptop shut in frustration. She could really do without the distraction. She hoped that it wouldn't take too long to convince her friend that she was busy and get rid of her.

  Loud hammering on the door interrupted her thoughts.

  “It's meeeeee!” came Rosie's chirpy voice from outside.

  Keisha threw the door open and stood leaning against the frame so as not to allow the other girl to enter.

  “I really can't go out with you tonight, I'm sorry. I'm busy. And I mean, look at me! I'm a mess!”

  Keisha gestured towards her worn grey sweatpants and baggy t-shirt.

  “Never fear!” Rosie hollered, waving a bulging plastic carrier bag in front of Keisha's face, “I have got this under control!”

  She pushed her way into the dormroom and flopped down on to the bed.

  Keisha watched as her young friend pulled a small glass bottle of vodka from her purse and swiftly knocked back a mouthful of the alcohol. She held the container out to her.

  “Um, no. Rosie, I appreciate you coming over here but I can't go out tonight. I'm busy.”

  Keisha gestured towards he
r desk.

  Rosie took another sip of the vodka. She was well on her way to being drunk.

  “Girl, you need to chill! Look what I've got!”

  Rosie, a pretty, blond haired girl, emptied the contents of the plastic carrier bag on to the bed.

  The bed was covered in clothing, all still with the tags on. There were figure hugging dresses and low-cut shirts. Short skirts and low-rise pants.

  “Keisha, you would look amazing in this!”

  Rosie held up a red dress. It had a plummeting V shape both at the front and back and didn't appear to be very long.

  Keisha felt embarrassed just looking at it!

  “Rose, I would never wear that! It would make my ass look huge!”

  “That's the point!” her friend retorted, “Now try it on for me!”

  There was no point trying to reason with Rosie when she was like this, Keisha figured so instead of arguing, she pulled her baggy shirt over her head and began to shimmy into the tight dress. She dropped the sweatpants she had been wearing to the floor and spun to look in the mirror hanging on the wall of her dormroom.

  “Oh my god, I look ridiculous!” she cried.

  Keisha had dark, ebony skin which perfectly complimented the color of the dress. She had a lean but curvaceous body and yes, just as she had alluded to, a big, round booty.

  “You look incredible, so hot!” Rosie reassured her.

  Keisha shook her head as she stood sideways, checking out her own reflection.

  “No way! Look how fat my ass looks!

  “Girl! Your ass looks peachy! I would die for an ass like that!”

  Standing together in front of the mirror now, the two girls compared their reflections.

  Rosie stood at about five foot five inches tall. She was slender with small breasts. Her long blond hair framed a sweet face and she had naughty eyes which guys always fell for. Keisha was taller, five foot eight inches tall. She was black, and felt like she got less attention from guys because of this fact. She was living in a predominantly white college town now. Her hair was dark and fabulously curly and she had deep, brown eyes. Her body was what was worth talking about. She had large, soft titties, a tiny waist and the most perfect wide hips. Keisha's ass bounced with every step she took. The girl might have wanted to hide it away but it was delicious.

  “Rosie, I can't go out wearing this. I mean I just can't go out in general. Not tonight.”

  Rosie was talking no notice of her friends protestations. She began stipping off her own clothes and redressed herself in a black mini skirt and low-cut sparkly top.

  “Just drink this!” she demanded.

  Keisha shrugged her shoulders. Maybe this easiest thing to do right now would be to appease her friend. She could go to the party with her and slip out unnoticed, probably after five minutes. Rosie would wrap herself around some guy as soon as they got there anyway.

  “Okay! Okay! I'm going!”

  Keisha took the bottle from her friend and gulped the burning liquid down into her belly.

  Rosie high-fived her friend.

  “That's my girl! Let's finish this drink and do our make up and then leave.”

  The two young women spent some time concealing and highlighting, flushing their cheeks and glossing their lips. All the while, the vodka flowed freely.

  “We are going to have such a good time tonight! I'm so glad you're coming with me!” Rosie hollered, as she flicked a switch on the stereo to fill the room with music.

  Although Keisha had been hesitant, with alcohol flowing through her veins she was feeling more relaxed. She swayed in time with the music.

  “What kind of things happen at these crazy parties?” she asked naively.

  Rosie spun around to face her friend.

  “Wait!” she yelped, “This is going to be your first college party?”

  “Uhhh yeah. I mean I've been busy, I work really hard...”

  “Oh! My! God! Keisha, you are about to have the best night of your life!”

  The best night of her life?

  “I don't wanna get too crazy, you know?”

  “Relax, sweetie!” Rosie cooed, “There's just gonna be some alcohol. We'll play beer pong, maybe dance a little. And there will be a lot of guys!”

  The girls giggled.

  “That hottie from your old high school class will be there actually. What's his name? Jason? The one who joined the biker gang.” Rosie continued.

  Jason was beautiful. And years ago, Keisha had told her friend before how attractive she found him and how often during class she'd realize she had just been absent-mindedly staring at him.

  “Mmhmm, Jason.” she confirmed.

  “You can totally have him tonight! He will be eating out of the palm of your hand after seeing you in that dress!”

  Keisha shook her head. She had seen the kind of girls Jason liked to hang around with – skinny white girls with designer purses and expensive cars. She couldn't compete. That entire lifestyle was foreign to her.

  “Trust me, Keisha. You will have him tonight!”

  Keisha didn't respond. She didn't know what to say and her friend quickly understood the reason behind her silence.

  “Keisha, you're not a virgin, right? I mean, you did fuck that guy, what was his name? Brent? You know that guy you were dating? That loser!”

  Keisha grabbed the vodka bottle and drank some more. Sex was such a casual thing to cool Rosie. She didn't want to admit the truth to her. Nervously she shook her head.

  “I didn't fuck him, Rose. It just... It never happened...”

  Rosie slapped her forehead with her hand.

  “I am such an idiot!” she said, “I should have known! It's fine, we can fix this tonight. I will help you.”

  Fix it? Keisha didn't see her virginity as something that needed fixing. She was content. She was waiting for the right guy. Just because Rosie liked to sleep around didn't mean that she had to too, right?

  “There's nothing to fix, Rosy. I don't need a guy right now. Let's just go to the party and have a fun time.”

  Keisha was now starting to feel a little overwhelmed. Were college parties all about getting fucked? Plus she hadn't ever consumed much alcohol in the past and her head was starting to feel woozy.

  “Let's go!” she said, taking longer than she should to stuff her feet into her dangerously high shoes.

  Rosie took one last look at the two of them in the mirror. She pouted at herself after she finished the last swig of the vodka and adjusted her bra to make sure her small boobs were as revealed as possible.

  “Party time! Party time!” Rosie yelled out, slapping her best friends big ass, “Let's go show these boys what we've got!”

  Keisha smiled and the two of them stumbled out the door together.

  It was only a short walk off campus to the house where the party was taking place. The night was warm and balmy so the girls took their time, chatting as they strolled along.

  “Don't you wanna lose your virginity? You're what, almost twenty now?” Rosie questioned her friend.

  “I know, I know. The timing just hasn't been right.” the dark skinned beauty replied.

  “It could be right tonight, if you wanted it to!” Rosie teased, “I bet Jason could help you de-stress! If he shows up, that is.”

  Keisha wished Jason would want to help her, in any way. He was so out of her league though. He was a sexy boy who grew up in Manhattan. She was from a poor, lower end family who lived in the Georgia countryside. They undoubtedly had nothing in common. He was just nice to look at from afar. Rosie didn't understand because she was confident. She allowed nothing to stand in her way. If she wanted something, she just went and got it.

  “I don't think so, Ros.” Keisha said, disagreeing with her friend, “But that's okay. Come on, let's go in to this store and pick up some more vodka. You have fake ID, right?”

  Thoughts of Jason and how she wasn't good enough for her had suddenly brought Keisha down. All she wanted now was a drink to
drown her sorrows. Her friend happily obliged, rushing into the store to grab the liquor.

  “I've got it!” Rosie whooped, pulling the vodka from the brown paper bag.

  They were almost at the party house now and Keisha wanted to be feeling better before she got there so she began glugging back mouthful after mouthful of the drink.