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

by Kelsie Spits

  The cock in her pussy began to throb powerfully. Hot fluid squirted into her pussy. There was a loud groan from behind her.

  Callie gasped and collapsed as that cock withdrew but her ass was lifted higher yet and then a thick member plunged right into her asshole.

  That heat she’d felt when fingers were in her was replaced by a fiery need. Her legs shook. Her hands came up and out and she landed on her face on the desk. Her breath was gone and she didn’t care. That dick in her tight back entrance felt good, so good that all she could do was hang on to the end of the desk and let it take her, hard and fast.

  Callie gasped and twisted. A limp, wet cock pressed into her hand. She squeezed it gently and it began to thicken, another went into her mouth and she whimpered and let her tongue slide around the head, wiping away all the leftover come left there.

  Her shoulders were pinned down, and she thrashed wildly, her ass humping up and down, faster and faster. Her hand slid along the silky flesh of the dick in her hand and she let her fingers stroke that delicate flesh of the head, rubbing the slick fluids there into the skin while she slurped and sucked at the one in her mouth.

  Both began to stiffen again. Her asshole stretched further and she shivered. Sweat sprang up all over her body.

  Her ass began to clench. Her muscles jumped and ran. Her cheeks jiggled and wriggled, and her eyes opened and closed with every delicious, decadent thrust.

  She felt him come. She felt him stiffen, his member going even more rigid before spurting sticky jizz inside her bottom. Her body wanted to slump but she couldn’t, the rod inside her mouth had begun to grow long and hard and she was still hungry for more.

  The dick in her ass withdrew and she pulled her mouth away and looked up long enough to see Grissom grinning, his cock enfolded in her hand, and Washington, his teeth sank deeply into his bottom lip, thrusting his dick at her face once more.

  She took it. Washington kept pumping then he pulled out. He positioned himself between her legs again. Her violated asshole ached and leaked fluids, juices ran down her ass crack form her inner folds, and her clit quivered as a set of fingers met it and massaged it, quickly, back and forth while Washington, his hands firmly holding her legs up toward her chest, impaled her on his rock hard organ.

  Her cries were loud. The hand working her clit moved faster and she saw Hunter stroking his cock again, bringing that enormous thing back to life. Her eyes moved back and forth from the rod in her mouth to the one in her wet depths to the one held in Hunter’s fist.

  Swollen, pounding flesh, and so much of it! Her body rocked back and forth. Her folds clenched around his flesh. Her legs shook and her clit ached. Friction rose again. Her mouth opened wider and she suckled hard, her tongue swirling around the head as she sought to get it as hard as it had been before.

  Washington went rigid, his body straining then he pulled out, squirting a huge load right onto the center of her taut belly. Callie whimpered and cried out, “No, fuck me more dammit!”

  Grissom removed his dick from her mouth and plunged it into her wet heat. The orgasm she’d almost reached a moment before released, her walls clenched hard and then throbbed, releasing fragrant oils and a tide of fluids.

  She saw Hunter come. His hand clutched his member and then he came, shooting clear juice through his fingers. He slumped forward, one hand on the desk and his head down, gasping hard.

  All of them were gasping hard and spent. Callie wriggled. Her pussy was soaked and stretched from their repeated poundings and her jaws ached furiously but she just couldn’t resist asking, “Is that all you got?”

  The men stared at her and then began to laugh. Hunter helped her off the desk and swatted her bottom playfully. “You don’t know how much you got I think.”

  “I can tell you exactly what I got and in what ratio from each of you. I’m good at math, remember?” Fluids leaked out of every hole. Come stained her belly, her thighs, and her chin. It clung to her ass crack and began to dry in tacky, white patches on her cheek.

  “I will make you a deal,” Hunter said with a mischievous grin.

  Callie asked, “What is it?”

  Hunter said, “If you can solve your mid-term equation I will see to it that you will have to figure out how to fit five of us into those three delightful little holes of yours.”

  Callie grinned. The idea of three had been exciting but five…her belly fluttered with excitement. Her breath held for a moment. “What do I get when I pass the finals?”

  “As much as you want.” Washington said, his deep rumble of laughter filling the room.

  “I don’t know how to work out that math. I might have to…er…do some research on the subject first.”

  “Well, do let us know the results,” Grissom said. “We love to hear all about independent studies.”

  “Yes,” Hunter said and his cock twitched. “We’ll have to set up a meeting and discuss all your independent studies on the subject. Of course, we may have to try to replicate your studies as well.”

  “I think that would be wise,” Callie said with a grin. “You really should always double check the results.”

  “We agree,” Hunter said, his eyes sparkling.

  Hunter had a roll of paper towels in his desk drawer, and a small sink in one corner. They all cleaned up. Callie had to admit that even that was a turn-on. Grissom stroked the soap over her belly and breasts then dipped it between her legs. He said, “We can’t send you back out there with come all over your face, more’s the pity.”

  “That would be amazing, so hot and…” Humiliating in the most sensual way possible. Her body tingled. Being taken by all of them had been pleasurable not just for the feelings they had given her body but for the feelings that had risen up in her as they had done it.

  It was so filthy and erotic! She wished they could get it back up right then. She wondered if the next time she met with them if she should maybe mix them up a Viagra and vodka cocktail.

  Her lust shocked her. She was sore. Sore everywhere and in more ways and places than one but she wanted more. She had a feeling she would be furiously riding the clever little vibrator she’d recently bought for most of the night.

  Thank God she had a private dorm room.

  And extra batteries!

  When she was washed up and dressed again they saw her to the door and she bid them goodnight.

  ***

  After Callie headed out of the office with her perky rump twitching below her skirt Grissom looked at the other men and smiled. “You sure know how to pick them Hunter, I have to give you that.”

  Hunter nodded. “Jesus, who would have thought that she would be so wild? She was amazing, wasn’t she? And so damn smart.”

  “You have got to love a smart woman, and fuck them too.” Washington said. “Give me a smart woman any day. And one that gorgeous and intelligent, holy shit. Now every time I see her I am going to be sporting a giant erection.”

  “Won’t we all,” Hunter said with a fond smile. “I have to admit, she solved it faster than any of the others ever have.”

  “She’s the first one who ever made us a bet too,” Grissom put in. “I cannot wait to hear what she does to conduct her…”

  “Independent research,” Washington said. “Can we keep her as a student forever?”

  “If we can I vote we keep her.” Grissom chuckled. “Moving on. So how’s your student coming along with the problem you gave her Washington?”

  “She’s working on it. It might take her a while.”

  The three men smiled at each other and then Hunter shredded the file neatly into a wastepaper basket.

  Out on the quad Callie, aching all over and so satisfied she could barely keep the smile off her face, saw the guy who’d called her a nerd earlier in the semester standing under a tree talking to a girl she didn’t recognize.

  She drew closer and said, “Don’t believe anything he tells you. He couldn’t get it up unless I slapped his face and peed in a dish so he could drink
it. So gross. Jocks, they’re all whacked out from the steroids.”

  His mouth fell open. Callie grinned more widely. He finally sputtered, “Are you kidding me? You’re crazy!”

  “Right, because I was the one drinking pee out of a bowl while I had a high heel stuffed up my asshole.” Her grin widened.

  The girl he’d been talking to made a face and pushed away from him. “Gross,” she said clearly and shook her head. Callie kept walking and the other girl caught up. She looked at Callie and said, “Hey, aren’t you in my Advanced mathematics class? You sit near the front I think.”

  “I do. Did you…is it your drop class?”

  “Hell no. I’m Lisa.”

  “I’m Callie. It’s nice to meet you. He really is a troll, and he doesn’t like smart girls either.”

  “I had a feeling. He kept asking me if I was really nerdy or just sort of nerdy.” She laughed, revealing even teeth behind plushy pink lips. “Who needs guys like that?”

  “Not me,” Callie said.

  Lisa said, “Me either. I just wanted to go to the party because…okay…don’t take this wrong but the hottest girls go to their parties.”

  “You want to be one of the hot girls, I get that. It would be nice to be seen as one of them sometimes,” Callie admitted.

  Lisa started laughing. “No, it isn’t that. I meant they have the hottest girls at their parties. I wasn’t interested in him, I was interested in getting around really hot girls. I hope you aren’t freaked out.”

  “No.” She wasn’t. In fact she was excited. What would it be like to have sex with a girl? Or two? Or three or more? Her panties, already soaked and sticky, went even damper and stickier. “You know what’s sexy? Brains.”

  Lisa laughed. “I agree with you on that one but the girls that are smart don’t pay attention to me.”

  “I’m paying attention to you.” Callie smiled. “I mean I’m never going to be the frat guy party girl but I think I look pretty good. I mean I was not so hot last year…I had to lose some weight and get those braces and glasses off but you know, I think I’m good.”

  “Oh, you are more than good. You’re stunning. I would have talked to you before but I was sure you were already with some stupid jock guy or something. Say, did he really…”

  Callie shook her head. “Sorry. I sort of made that up. He is a major jerk though. He called me a nerd and practically told me to fuck off because smart doesn’t make it into their parties.”

  “Well, they can have their parties, can’t they?” Lisa smiled at her and Callie smiled back. “Do you want to go get some coffee or something?”

  “Callie grinned broadly. “I would love that. A lot.”

  A whole lot. She had a new fantasy playing out on her mind. Lisa’s head between her legs, her tongue stroking her clit like Professor Washington’s had done, a hard dildo in her pussy and her ass.

  Lisa said, “I know this little place right off-campus. Don’t be freaked out but it’s right next to a sex shop.”

  “A sex shop? Do you know, I have never been in one and I have always wanted to go?”

  Lisa said, “Well, this might be your lucky day after all.”

  Callie said, “It is my lucky day. I’m sure of it.”

  Story 18

  My chest pounded like a piston and my blood roared in my ears, almost drowning out the screams from the stands. “Red Bulls! Red Bulls!” The cries went up when I started pumping my legs,pummelingpast another yard line, easily evading a linebacker on my tail.

  The crowd went wild, but I could hardly hear them, I could hear my heartbeat. The end zonewas just ahead, just another five second sprint and I'd be there! I'd drop hard like a wrecking ball and there would be yet another touchdown to my name!

  The feeling invigorated me, and I rushed forward, ducking out of reach from another backer that loomed from nowhere, stealing my escape from just another one and three more steps were left. Three more and I'd go down flat in the field. A fallen hero!

  I lunged like a javelin through air, ball till taut in my grip as I flew for touchdown, seeing nothing but victory!

  ...and then out of nowhere, something caught me midair, ramming hard into my side. The pain was quick and shocking, my insides turned to jelly. It felt like being hit with a cannon ball and I watched in horror as I skidded leftwards, away from my goal and plowed into dirt.

  The next minutes that followed were queer. I could hear sounds, loud shouting but I couldn’t tell where they came from. An alarm screeched in my left ear and I couldn’t feel my limbs, my view was disoriented but I could hear some words, “How you like that, punk?”

  **

  I opened my eyes later and I was at the hospital. The light overhead stabbed my eyes and I squinted. It took a moment for me to become acquainted with where I was. I was in the hospital, someone was bent over in a chair beside my bed and I had tubes sticking out my wrist. What is this shit? My head throbbed, and I winced. I groaned, and my visitor stirred. He looked up at me. It was my brother Finn.

  He smiled weakly. There were bags under his eyes like he had been up too long, and he had scarcely gotten any sleep.

  “How you feeling, young Bud?” He asked.

  “Queasy and a bit of pain,” I winced again. My right leg was raised and casted. I could see that, but I still tried to move. Pain shot up from my left leg. I stilled and gaped as it ran its course. What happened to my leg...

  “Woah man, you shouldn’t be moving that much. Doctor saidyou fucked up your knee. They’ve administered analgesics, so the pain shouldn’t be much.” Finn sighed, drawing closer with his seat.

  “Who was it man? Who did this shit to me?” My nose itched in irritation. Bits of memory were returning to me. I was playing an interschool match. I had three touch downs in a row. I had almost had a fourth and someone knocked me out clean. “Who the fuck was it, man?” I seethed.

  “How you like it, punk?” The voice was familiar, but I still couldn’t place it.

  “It was Jethro, man. He was real smug about it too.” Finn shook his head. I bit my lip. Jethro was a rival backer from Princeton high. I hated him. He hated me. Our schools hated each other, and my school was Alabama high. I was seething and tripping. The tryouts were in three weeks. I needed to be back up on my feet ASAP. I tried to move but the pain shut up my leg again, stunning me.

  “Fuck, what did I break man?” I half sobbed, half cried to him. He was the only one to show up because my mom had died, and my father hated me chasing football as a career.

  “Knee dislocation. Nothing serious. You'll be back up in a month and a week or so.” Finn shrugged.

  “What? What? Shit. No!” I retched, gawking at my lifeless leg like it was something sinister.

  “Jason? Woah Jason!” Finn raised his hands, gesticulating.

  “Man, One month? One month's too much. I can’t sit around for a month.” I nearly screamed, imagining yet another year going to waste. All that time and sweat, gone to waste.

  “Look, your agent was here earlier. He wasgrim about this. Said he might have to drop you—”,

  “Shit! No, man. What? No!” I cried hysterically.

  “Chill, man. He's going to have a doctor check you out and tell him for sure if you can play real soon. He didn’t trust the town's clinic, said he needed to have professional look.” Finn quipped, placing arm on my shoulder and pushing me back down into the bed.

  “Where’s Dad? I blinked, only just realizing one of my relatives was here for me. Finn's face fell. He tried that weak smile again and sighed, “Oh you know. The old man is busy.”

  “I got injured. He's too busy to come see me?” I muttered inaudibly but I wasn’t surprised. He cared less about me. Finn was in law school and he had hoped I would follow suit. I came from a long lineage of Lawyers, but I never cared much for the profession. I was barely able to keep an argument going. But football, now that was something I knew, something I honed.

  The hospital door flew open and a tall stocky man w
alked in. He had his long sleeves folded up to his elbow and his hair was greasy. It had a sheen to it and was matted back on his scalp. His face was grim; his eyes were hooded under his protruding forehead and his nose was crooked. His lips were thin like they weren’t even there. He strutted in and stopped at the foot of the bed, staring at me.

  “They say you fucked up your knee.” His tone lacked empathy. He stated it as a matter of fact.

  “I’m sure I’ll be back up in a week or two.” I crooned, doubting my own words.

  “We'll see. This is Dr. Pierce.” He gestured as another woman walked in.

  She was taller than him by an inch or two. Her hair was lustrous waterfall that spilled over her shoulders and her face bore no expression. Ridiculing black eyes watched me fervently from awell-toned face. She gave a side smile and her cheeks arched red on her face. Her lips were heart shaped and nice, a dark shade of red. I wondered if it was natural or she used balm. It didn’t look like she was wearing any lipstick.