Erotic and Sexy - 4 Dirty Stories

by Extreme Publications

  Wendy grabbed the back of Donna’s shoulders, pulling Donna back towards her with every thrust. It took them a few pumps to get their timing down, but pretty soon their bodies were pounding together in a mass of frenzied flesh, Donna’s upper half bent over the counter, her ass slamming repeatedly back against Wendy’s hips, Donna’s hair flying everywhere, Wendy’s cock going in and out of Donna’s pussy in long, aggressive strokes. Grunts of exertion came from both their mouths, filling the empty apartment with the sounds of raw, animalistic sex.

  “Fuck yeah,” Donna said. “That’s what I need. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me like the dirty little slut I am. Slam that cock into my pussy. Punish me. Make me pay!”

  Donna threw her right leg up on the counter, opening herself up even more to Wendy. And Wendy took advantage, shifting her body to give Donna every inch of the massive dildo. Wendy’s left hand drifted up and grabbed ahold of Donna’s hair and yanked Donna’s head back, eliciting a sharp yelp from her throat as she arched her back to alleviate the pressure.

  “You like that?” Wendy said, the effects of the alcohol completely obliterating her inhibitions. “You like it when I pull your hair?”

  “I love it,” Donna moaned, her voice a guttural growl.

  Wendy spanked Donna’s ass. “What about that?” Wendy asked, still fucking Donna like a madwoman all the while. “You like that too?”

  “Yes.”

  Wendy spanked it again, harder this time. “What? I can’t hear you.”

  “Yes!” Donna screamed.

  Wendy spanked Donna’s ass again, even harder this time. It sounded like a gunshot in the small kitchen. Slap!

  “Louder,” Wendy said.

  “YES!”

  Slap!

  “YES!”

  Slap!

  “YES!” Donna screamed, her voice quivering. “I FUCKING LOVE IT! DON’T STOP, DON’T FUCKING STOP! I’M GONNA CUM, I’M GONNA FUCKING CUM!”

  Wendy spanked Donna’s ass a couple more times then wrapped one arm around Donna’s upper body and grabbed Donna’s opposite shoulder and pulled Donna closer in to her, until their heads were just inches apart. With Wendy’s opposite hand she reached out and grabbed Donna’s breast and squeezed, eliciting another gasp from Donna. Grunting with exertion, Wendy continued fucking Donna with everything she had, grinding up against Donna’s ass, pummeling Donna mercilessly as she screamed for more until Donna was finally ready to cum.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Donna cried, her entire body shaking and shivering as Wendy continued fucking her. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming!” Wendy slammed the dildo in and out of Donna until finally Donna’s orgasm passed and she stood there, panting and trying to catch her breath.

  Wendy carefully slid the dildo out of Donna’s pussy and stood there, holding it and playing with it while Donna recovered.

  “Wow,” Donna said. “That was fucking awesome. You’re damn good at that.”

  “Thanks,” Wendy said. “But I have to admit, I’m a bit jealous.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you got to cum,” Wendy said.

  “True,” Donna laughed. “But you’re in luck.”

  “Why’s that?” Wendy asked.

  “Because the night is young,” Donna replied. “And I just happen to be in the mood to do some fucking. Do you want to trade places?”

  “I’d love to,” Wendy said. “But you have to promise me one thing.”

  “What’s that?”

  “That you fuck me as hard as I fucked you.”

  Donna smiled. “Oh, don’t worry, hon. I’m going to give it to you much harder than you gave it to me.”

  “You promise?” Wendy asked.

  “I swear,” Donna said. “Now slip out of that dildo and let’s get started on round two.”

  “With pleasure,” Wendy said. She was excited as she’d ever been in her life. Her only regret was that she didn’t start doing this sort of thing earlier. Women were so much more fun than men. Well, Donna was, at least. Now it was time to find out if she fucked better than a man. Wendy was willing to bet that she was.

  #

  As soon as Donna had strapped on the dildo, Wendy dropped to her knees and took Donna’s cock in her hand and started stroking it. “Such a nice big cock. Do you know what to do with it?”

  “Oh, I think I can figure it out,” Donna said.

  Wendy laughed. “I’m sure you can.” She wrapped her lips around Donna’s cock and took it halfway down before popping it back out again. “Wow, this thing is huge,” she added before going back to work on the dildo, treating it like it was a real cock, sucking on the tip while jerking it off, playing with Donna’s pussy as though they were balls, and taking it nearly all the way down her throat while maintaining eye contact the entire time. It was an incredibly sloppy blowjob, with tons of spit.

  After a minute and a half of blowing the dildo, Donna grabbed ahold of Wendy’s hair and lifted her head up off the dildo, leaned forward, and slipped her tongue into Wendy’s mouth. Soon they were exploring each other’s mouths with sloppy intensity.

  Donna grabbed ahold of Wendy’s left breast and gave it a squeeze, then ran her hand down Wendy’s flat stomach and started rubbing her pussy. Once Wendy’s pussy was good and wet, Donna grabbed her by the legs, picked her up, spun her around, and dropped her on the couch. Donna then dropped to her knees and started eating Wendy’s pussy. Wendy let out a surprised little squeal which quickly turned into a giggle and then into a moan of pleasure as Donna started going at it more aggressively.

  Donna grabbed Wendy’s legs and threw them back towards Wendy, giving herself a little more leverage. Wendy hooked her arms around the back of her knees, holding them in place up by her head.

  Donna started off slowly, licking around the outside of Wendy’s pussy lips, teasing her, tempting her, taunting her. After a little while, she started in on the pussy proper, lapping at Wendy’s inner sweetness by running her tongue up and down the length of Wendy’s snatch, penetrating it only slightly at first, then more deeply, flicking her tongue in and out, back and forth, licking and sucking and burying her face inside Wendy’s pussy, constantly moving, mixing things up, keeping her on her toes.

  Every once in a while Donna would venture a glance up the length of Wendy’s perfect body to see her face in various stages of enjoyment; sometimes eyes closed, sometimes head thrown back, sometimes squeezing or sucking her own nipples. One time she even noticed Wendy’s right hand was around her throat and her face was red from choking herself.

  Donna filed this little nugget away for later and went back to work, moving her tongue up to suck on Wendy’s clit and sliding two fingers inside her pussy. She curled her fingers and started rubbing them back and forth, sticking them further and further inside Wendy until she found the rough, pebbly surface of Wendy’s G-spot.

  Wendy gasped and her eyes shot open. A look of pleasant surprise flashed across her face, but it quickly turned into a mask of intense pleasure as the purely physical sensation overwhelmed her senses.

  “Right there,” Wendy said, her voice a deep, breathy whisper. “Right fucking there.”

  Donna went after Wendy’s G-spot with enthusiasm, applying more and more pressure to it as she rubbed her fingers back and forth inside Wendy as quickly as she could. Her pussy was soaking wet too; something about getting a girl off excited Donna just as much as a girl getting Donna off. It had always been that way for her.

  Wendy’s pussy was gushing now and she was bucking back against Donna’s hand with her whole body, allowing Donna deeper penetration into her pussy. But the angle was starting to burn in Donna’s forearm, causing her to slow the pace just a bit.

  “Don’t stop,” Wendy growled at Donna. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

  Smiling, Donna slid a third finger insider Wendy, eliciting another gasp and more frenzied bucking from her.

  “You like that, huh?” Donna said, climbing up alongside Wendy to release some of the pressure
on her wrist and allowing her to go after Wendy with even more force. “You like my fingers inside you?”

  Wendy nodded. Her eyes were wide and her face was flushed and her breath was growing ever more rapid as she rose towards orgasm.

  “Tell me how much you like it,” Donna said, taunting her, relishing the power she had over Wendy.

  “I fucking love it,” Wendy said. She was barely able to get the words out she was so worked up.

  Her smile growing wider, Donna slammed her fingers into Wendy a few more times, until she was right on the verge of cumming. Then she gave Wendy one final thrust of her fingers and held them there, deep inside Wendy, filling up Wendy’s pussy.

  Wendy’s body started to shake and a low moan escaped from her throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried as her body tensed, her pussy squeezing even tighter against Donna’s fingers for just a moment before releasing a flood of juices that ran over Donna’s hand and started down her arm.

  Donna immediately went back to work on Wendy with her fingers but Wendy grabbed her arm and pulled it out of her pussy. With her hand wrapped around Donna’s wrist, Wendy brought Donna’s hand up to her face and stuck Donna’s fingers in her mouth. Wendy’s other hand ventured down to the dildo and started slowly stroking it.

  “Enough of the foreplay,” Wendy said after licking Donna’s fingers clean of her own juices. “I want you to fuck me with that fat cock of yours.”

  “Are you sure?” Donna said. “Because I can do this all night long.”

  “Maybe some other time. Right now I need you inside of me.”

  “If you insist,” Donna said. She threw Wendy’s legs open and slid in between them. With the dildo in hand, Donna guided it towards Wendy’s snatch, pausing one last time to tease her for just a moment by slapping the dildo against Wendy’s pussy lips a couple of times before sticking it in.

  Wendy’s pussy was still soaking wet from before, allowing Donna’s dildo to slide in with ease despite its size. Wendy let out a long breath as Donna entered her, followed by a low moan of pleasure.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” Wendy said, wrapping her arms around the back of Donna’s neck and pulling her head down until their faces were mere inches apart. “I love having your cock inside me.”

  They stayed like that for a little while, face-to-face, staring into each others eyes while Donna fucked Wendy with long, slow strokes. Then they started to kiss, slowly and passionately at first, their tongues moving in each others mouths, exploring and tasting each other in ways they hadn’t done so yet, in ways that fucking each other didn’t allow.

  Eventually Donna pulled her mouth away from Wendy’s and leaned back and slid up onto her knees. She grabbed ahold of Wendy’s legs and threw them up over her shoulders and started to pound away, Donna’s hips slamming down into Wendy, her cock filling up Wendy’s pussy.

  “Right there, right fucking there,” Wendy said, her voice higher-pitched than before and trembling with pleasure. She was clearly enjoying herself. “Pound me with that big fucking cock. Pound me!”

  Donna loved hearing Wendy talk dirty while they fucked and itt made her go after Wendy even more aggressively.

  Donna yanked Wendy’s legs down from around her shoulders and pushed them back and down towards Wendy so her knees were pressed onto the couch, one on each side of her body, essentially folding Wendy in half. Holding Wendy’s legs in place, Donna once again went to work, slamming into Wendy with everything she had, her body working like a furious jackhammer, intent on only thing; fucking Wendy into oblivion.

  And it seemed to be working.

  Wendy’s face was a mask of pleasure, eyes rolling around and full of ecstasy, face red with exertion, mouth closed tight against a scream. Her hands were above her head, holding on to the edge of the couch for dear life, fingers gripping the material tightly enough to leave marks.

  Donna let go of one of Wendy’s legs and went to work on Wendy’s breast, squeezing and groping and slapping it as she fucked Wendy, getting her even more excited. Wendy’s hand flew down to her clit and started furiously rubbing away while her moans and grunts grew louder and more insistent, practically animalistic.

  Donna was totally into the moment, enjoying herself immensely, but still she wanted more. She wanted to push the envelope, see if she could take things are far as she thought she could, as far, indeed, as she thought Wendy wanted her to go. From what she’d seen of Wendy so far, she would have no problem with anything Donna did, and she was pretty sure Wendy wasn’t anywhere near her limits yet. And Donna got the distinct feeling that Wendy was looking for Donna to push her.

  She decided to test her theory.

  Remembering Wendy’s hand around her own throat earlier, Donna released her hold on Wendy’s breast and slid her right hand up Wendy’s chest and towards her neck.

  Donna gripped Wendy’s neck softly at first, just to see how she’d react.

  Donna was excited to see it was with a smile and a nasty little gleam in her eye. So she squeezed Wendy’s throat a little harder. Wendy’s smile grew a little wider. This got Donna a little more excited, something she’d not thought possible. Time to turn things up a notch.

  Donna shifted positions to give himself a better angle, adjusting so she was lying sideways on the couch with Wendy alongside her, lying mostly on her back. Donna was partially on top of Wendy, partially to her side. Wendy’s left leg was pressed up against her body and Donna’s arm was hooked around the back of it, pushing Wendy’s knee up against her left breast. Donna’s right hand was gripping a fistful of Wendy’s hair and her left hand was wrapped around Wendy’s throat, choking her while Donna was fucking her.

  Their faces were inches apart and they were staring at each other, eyes locked together. Wendy was totally into it, her eyes wide with intense pleasure, her breathing labored, her face flushed.

  Still fucking her with everything she had, Donna tightened her grasp on Wendy’s throat, not enough to hurt her but enough to severely constrict her flow of breath. Wendy’s face reddened further and her mouth opened and closed a few times as though searching for oxygen. Her eyelids started fluttering softly.

  Donna choked Wendy for another couple of seconds, taking her closer to the edge of passing out before letting go of her throat.

  Wendy gulped in gasping breaths, her eyes wide now, the color coming back to her face in a rush. Once Wendy had regained her breath, she started bucking against Donna harder than before, obviously turned on by the experience.

  Wendy grabbed ahold of Donna’s hair and pulled her head down until their faces were almost touching. Then Wendy craned her neck and stuck her tongue in Donna’s mouth and started aggressively exploring it. A few seconds later Wendy yanked Donna’s head back and relaxed her hold on Donna’s mouth. Wendy pressed her forehead against Donna’s and stared directly into her eyes from mere centimeters away.

  “Do it again,” she said, her voice pleading with need. “Please do it again.”

  Smiling at Wendy, taunting her again, Donna said, “You like that do you? You like my hand around your throat while I fuck you?”

  “I love it,” Wendy said. “I fucking love it. Do it again. Please?”

  So Donna obliged, once again gripping Wendy’s hair with one hand and her throat with the other. Donna hammered her cock into Wendy’s pussy, tightening her grip on Wendy’s throat with every thrust as Wendy slammed her body back into Donna’s.

  Just like before, Donna took Wendy right to the edge of passing out before releasing her throat. She gasped for breath, smiling and laughing the entire time, her excitement palpable, infecting Donna with desire.

  “You’re quite a little slut, aren’t you?” Donna said.

  “Not a little one,” Wendy replied, grinning ferociously. “I’m a huge fucking slut.”

  “Well then, Miss-huge-fucking-slut. What else do you like?”

  “I like it all,” she said. “Whatever you can think of.”

  “Anything?”


  “Anything,” Wendy said, moving her hand down to grab Donna’s tit and give it a squeeze. “The nastier the better.”

  “Is that right?”

  Wendy bit her bottom lip and nodded, her eyes wide and gleaming with exhilaration.

  Donna decided to see if Wendy meant what she said.

  Donna reared back and smacked Wendy in the cheek, not very hard, but not gently either.

  Wendy’s eyes lit up even further.

  “Oh, you like that too, huh?” Donna said, her smile growing bigger.

  Wendy flashed an evil grin and nodded.

  So Donna smacked her again, a little harder this time. Wendy’s grin grew wider and she started breathing harder. Her hands flashed down to her tits and she started groping herself, squeezing and slapping and pinching her own nipples.

  Donna smacked her again, and again and again, growing more excited at Wendy’s rising enthusiasm, as though they were functions of each other. With every smack Wendy moaned a little louder, a little more intensely. She had now taken to working her clit with one hand, aggressively rubbing it as Donna slapped her. Wendy seemed totally lost, her eyes glazed over and her body quivering.

  As usual, Wendy’s excitement served to fuel Donna’s lust. She grabbed a handful of Wendy’s hair and stood up, lifting Wendy up. Donna spun Wendy around and threw her face-first onto the couch, then grabbed ahold of Wendy’s legs and pulled her onto her knees so her ass was up in the air, waiting for Donna, beckoning, the perfect height for Donna to fuck her while standing.

  Donna sidled up to Wendy and slid the dildo into her pussy, penetrating her from behind. Without so much as a pause for breath Donna started slamming into Wendy, long and deep and fast, Donna’s hands around Wendy’s hips for balance.

  Wendy got into it too, bouncing her ass back into Donna’s body with every thrust, allowing Donna to penetrate her deeper than she would have been able to on her own.