Erotic Lust - 4 Tales Of Dirty Sex

by BS Publications

  “Maybe for a bit,” I said. “But I’m pretty far along right now. I’m not sure how long I can last in your ass.”

  “That’s all right,” she said, dropping onto her hands and knees on the floor as soon as we made our way off of the tile of the kitchen and onto the carpet of the living room. Her perfect ass was up in the air, facing directly at me, glistening in the light. “I don’t think I could take your huge cock in my ass for very long anyway. I just want a little taste of it. As an appetizer for next time. Can you handle that?”

  “Oh, I think I may be able to,” I said.

  “Then come on down and join me,” Roxanne said, giving herself a smack on the ass. “My asshole is waiting.”

  I dropped to my hands and knees behind Roxanne, sidled up to her ass, then grabbed the base of my cock and guided the tip of it into her asshole.

  “Holy fuck,” she said with a gasp and a squeal. “Your cock is so fucking big in my asshole.”

  Knowing I didn’t have much time before I came, I started moving against Roxanne, trying to force my cock deeper inside her asshole, but I wasn’t making very much progress. Her asshole was just too fucking tight. So I pulled my cock out of her ass and gathered up as much saliva as I could and spit on her asshole. Then I used my index finger to work the saliva around a bit before sliding it into her anus.

  “There you go,” Roxanne said. “Get it nice and loose for your cock.”

  I gradually worked my index finger into her anus, moving it around in circles for a bit, before spitting on her asshole again and working my middle finger inside of her too.

  “Goddamn that feels fucking good,” she said, looking back at me, her eyes wide and filled with excitement. “Work that asshole with your fingers, baby. Make it gape.”

  I didn’t know if I’d be able to take things that far, but I certainly was making progress. With two fingers almost completely inside her now, Roxanne’s asshole was starting to loosen up enough that I thought I could do some serious damage with my cock. But first there was one more thing I needed to do.

  With my free hand I started working the underside of her pussy, rubbing her clit vigorously until her snatch was dripping juices. Then I gathered up as much of those pussy juices as I could and spread them over my cock, coating it evenly.

  After that, I pulled my fingers out of her asshole and replaced them with my cock, which was now lubed up better than ever. This, combined with her anus being more open due to my finger-fucking of it, allowed me to work my cock more deeply inside her asshole.

  “Oh my fucking god,” Roxanne growled. “I can’t believe how good your cock feels in my ass. Fuck it, baby! Fuck that fucking asshole!”

  And fuck it I did, giving it to her as deep as I could. More than half of my cock was disappearing inside of her, my balls slapping up against her pussy with every thrust. Her back was arched, forcing her hair to spill down her back.

  With my cock in her ass, there was no need to get as aggressive as before, but I just couldn’t resist the allure of her hair. So I reached out and grabbed a handful of it and gave it a yank, pulling her head towards me and forcing her chin towards the ceiling.

  Roxanne arched her spine to relieve the tension, forcing her ass further up in the air and changing the angle of penetration, stimulating my cock even further. I was mere seconds away from cumming now, and since I was already essentially past the point of no return, I decided to fuck her asshole with every ounce of energy I had left.

  Leaning back, using the tension of Roxanne’s body for balance, I hammered away at her from behind, my hips slamming into her with enough force to make her body ripple with every thrust, my cock slamming deep inside her asshole.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Roxanne cried aloud. “Here I cum, here I fucking cum!”

  And cum she did, her whole body shaking and shimmying and bucking against me.

  Now that she had cum, I could too, and I did shortly after, unloading my seed into her anus, continuing to pound away at her asshole even as I shot my wad into her, stopping after my cock had run completely dry.

  Only then did I pull my cock out of her asshole and flop to the floor, my back against the carpet and my eyes towards the ceiling.

  Roxanne dropped to carpet next to me.

  “Holy shit that was fucking incredible,” she said, looking over at me.

  “Yeah, that was pretty awesome,” I replied.

  “And it’s only going to get better each time we do it,” Roxanne said.

  “Practice makes perfect,” I said, smiling to myself.

  “Indeed it does,” she replied. “Indeed it does. And luckily for us, we have lots of time to practice.”

  Smiling, I stared up at the ceiling, thanking my lucky stars that I had come across Roxanne.

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  THE TEEN SLUT DOWN THE STREET LIKES IT ROUGH

  JEREMY HOLMES

  Kelly is a true slut. She’s willing to do pretty much anything. In the six months since we started hooking up, we’ve done things to each other that I’ve never done with anyone else. Things I’ve only seen done in dirty movies. But it wasn’t always this way.

  The first time we hooked up it was on a whim; I hadn’t even known her for more than a couple minutes before we were getting it on. And the next couple of times after that, we had relatively normal sex. Nothing too crazy, nothing too perverted, nothing too filthy. The sex was still good, don’t get me wrong, but it was fairly unadventurous. Therefore, it was never truly great.

  Because of this we started hooking up less frequently. It wasn’t deliberate, it just sort of happened. As it turned out, we both wanted something more out of our sessions. But Kelly wasn’t comfortable enough with me to ask for it explicitly. And I didn’t want to push things too far too fast, especially because she was three years my junior, even though she didn’t really act like it.

  Luckily, almost exactly one month after our first hook-up, Kelly decided she’d had enough. We hadn’t hooked up in ten days, by far our longest break since we’d met. I was starting to think our little soirée was over, and was pretty bummed out because of it. Then she showed up at my door one evening, out of the blue, with a proposition that I couldn’t possibly reject.

  #

  There was a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole, saw it was Kelly. My stomach fluttering in excitement, I opened the door and invited her in. She gave me a little nod and walked past me, then stopped and turned around right there in the hall. I closed the door and turned to face her.

  Kelly was wearing an oversized white t-shirt that hung just below her butt and sandals. From what I could tell she didn’t have any pants on. She didn’t have much makeup on, but that didn’t matter. She didn’t need it. Nor did she need to be dressed up to look good. She was hot as hell no matter what.

  She did, however, have a concerned look on her face.

  “What’s the matter?” I asked. “Is something wrong?”

  “I don’t know yet,” Kelly said. “That kind of depends.”

  “On what?”

  “You.”

  “Okay,” I said. “Lay it on me.”

  “Do you like fucking me?” Kelly asked, not beating around the bush at all, which was typical of her.

  “Of course,” I said. “Why, don’t you like fucking me?”

  “Yeah,” she said. “I think we have a lot of potential together. But so far we haven’t been reaching it.”

  “I agree,” I said. “But how do we fix that?”

  “Easy,” Kelly said. “We just talk about it. Let each other know what we want instead of feeling around so much.”

  “Sounds like a good idea to me,” I said. “Do you want to start?”

  “Sure,” she said. “To be blunt, I like it rough.”

  She must have mistaken my look of excitement as one of concern, as she quickly went on to explain herself more fully.

  “I mean, don’t get me wrong,” she said. “The last few times we fucked it was fun and all, but if we
want this to become a regular thing, we have to start getting a hell of a lot more adventurous.”

  Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I’d known she was a little slut but this was even above and beyond what I could have hoped for. “Is that right?”

  Smiling, Kelly bit down on her bottom lip and nodded her head. “And I’m not talking about just a good pounding.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  Kelly shrugged. “Pulling my hair, slapping my ass, smacking my tits, that sort of thing.”

  I smiled. “Oh, I think I can manage that.”

  “I take it you’ve done that sort of thing before?”

  “Once or twice,” I said, still grinning. “Or maybe a few more times than that.”

  “So you like it rough too?”

  “Very rough,” I said.

  “Then why didn’t you ever get rough with me?”

  “I didn’t know you liked it like that,” I said. “I mean, you don’t exactly look the type.”

  “Yeah, I don’t really look like a dirty little fuckslut, do I?”

  “Not at all.”

  “I think that’s part of the fun,” she said.

  “I do too,” I said. “I just feel bad that I didn’t see the signs before. We could have been doing this stuff from the very beginning.”

  Kelly ran her finger down my chest. “Well I guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time, won’t we?”

  “It sure looks like it.”

  She turned and headed towards the kitchen, pulling off her white t-shirt as she walked. Just as I’d thought, she had nothing on underneath except a black bra and panties with little white polka dots.

  I followed her, my eyes on her tight little ass.

  “So, do you have anything to drink in this place?” Kelly said as we entered the kitchen. “Nothing helps me get freaky like getting wasted.”

  “Right over there,” I said, pointing at a cupboard near the fridge.

  Kelly walked over to it, opened it up. “How about if we start off with a little of this,” she said, pulling out a bottle of Cuervo Gold.

  “Sounds good to me,” I said, reaching in a different cupboard to grab a couple of shot glasses.

  Kelly filled them up. We both took a shot. She filled them up again. And again we shot them. This went on for a good five minutes; each of us downing a shot each then immediately filling up the glasses and shooting them again. Eight shots each. All within a very short time.

  Needless to say I was feeling the effects of so much tequila so quickly, and I was a pretty heavy drinker. In fact, I was amazed that Kelly was still standing, let alone apparently able to function. It was rare to find a girl that could keep up with me, especially one that was half my size. And she wasn’t even close to legal drinking age to boot. But she seemed good to go. Drunk, of course, but fully functional. All the better.

  “I think that’s enough for now,” she said, slamming down one last shot of Cuervo. “Let’s get down to business.”

  And before I could even say a word she dropped to her knees, right there in the kitchen, yanking my shorts to the ground, boxers and all.

  “Oh my,” she said as she grabbed ahold of my rock-hard cock and started slowly jerking me off. “Hard already, huh?”

  “What can I say? It’s always like this.”

  “Always?”

  Grinning, I nodded.

  “Wow,” Kelly said. “I’m starting to like you more and more.”

  “The real question is, do you know what to do with it?” I asked, only half-joking.

  She scoffed and gave me the evil eye. “Just watch and see.”

  And so I did, looking down at her as she wrapped her lips around my cock.

  Kelly worked my cock like an expert, mixing things up constantly, changing speeds and intensity with regularity. It was an incredibly sloppy blowjob, with spit flying everywhere, coating my cock and balls and making everything slippery as hell. She spent equal amounts of time on all the different parts of my cock, from the head to the shaft to the base to my ball sack, all while maintaining eye contact the entire time.

  She took a moment to undo her bra, freeing up her incredible tits. Small but not tiny and extremely perky, with nipples that stuck out like pencil erasers, they were absolutely perfect. Every time I laid my eyes on them they drew me in, mesmerized me. I could do nothing but suck on them all day and be a perfectly happy man.

  She knew how much I loved her tits, and she used them to fuck with me whenever she could. Like now. She slipped my cock from her mouth, gripped the base of it with her hand and slapped the tip of it against her nipple.

  I laugh softly under my breath and shook my head.

  “What?” she asked, acting all innocent.

  “Don’t give me that crap,” I said. “You know exactly what she did.”

  “Oh, you mean this?” she said, slapping my cock against the other nipple. Her smile was predatory. “I didn’t realize you liked that.”

  “You’re hilarious,” I said flatly.

  “Thank you,” she said. “I’ll be here all week.” She gave me a wink and went back to her sloppy blowjob.

  After blowing me for a good two minutes, Kelly pulled her head back, gathered up some saliva and spit it on my cock, then started jerking me off. Looking up at me, her eyes locked on mine, she said, “Fuck my face. Pummel my mouth with your cock.”

  I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and held her head in place while I slammed my cock in and out of her mouth. Moving quickly, giving her the whole length of my shaft every time, I did exactly as she had asked, pummeling her mouth, moving her head towards me at the tail end of every thrust to get my cock just a little bit deeper down her throat. My balls slapped up against her chin and saliva poured out of her mouth and onto the floor but she took it like a champ, gagging and coughing but not backing down one bit.

  Even though I was face-fucking her with a fairly high-level of intensity, from the way Kelly was talking earlier, I figured she wanted it even rougher. So I decided to test her limits, see if she actually meant what she said.

  I slammed my cock into her mouth but this time instead of pulling it back out I held it there, deep down her throat, my hands pushing on the back of her head to keep her from backing off.

  About five seconds in, Kelly gagged but I held her in place, not letting her pull her head off. She gagged again, the followed that up with a cough. But still I pushed against the back of her head, holding my cock in her throat.

  It wasn’t until she gagged a third time that I let go. Kelly’s head flew back and she gasped for air, her chest heaving and saliva pouring out of her mouth and onto the floor.

  “Is that rough enough for you?” I asked.

  “It’s a good start,” Kelly said, looking up at me with one half of her mouth turned up in an evil little half-smile. “Let’s see if you can keep it up.”

  Laughing, I grabbed a handful of her hair and led her out of the kitchen on her hands and knees. Pulling Kelly forward, I dragged her over to the couch.

  Once we were there, I reached down, picked her up, and tossed her lengthwise onto the couch. She landed on her back, her legs towards me. After yanking her panties off, I grabbed her ankles and spread them wide, then started to rub her shaved pussy with two of my fingers.

  After Kelly was good and wet I slipped my fingers inside her pussy and started banging away, sliding them in and out with increasing intensity.

  “Holy fuck that feels so fucking good,” Kelly moaned, playing with her tits as I continued finger-fucking her, my hand slamming in and out of her.

  Kelly let go of her tits and grabbed her ankles, pulling them back towards her and holding her legs open wider, opening up her pussy even more to me. I took advantage, adding a third finger to the mix, filling up her pussy.

  She let out a low groan and started bucking against me, forcing my fingers deeper inside her. With my free hand I grabbed one of her tits and gave it a good squee
ze, followed by a smack.

  Kelly gasped and nodded her head. “Just like that,” she said between deep breaths. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

  I smacked Kelly’s tit again, still finger-fucking her all the while. Her eyes were rolled up and her mouth was slightly open and little mewling sounds were escaping from her mouth.

  Seeing her like that was almost more than I could take. My cock felt like it was going to burst through it’s skin. I needed to fuck her. So I grabbed one of her legs and threw it over my shoulder, then slipped my fingers out of her pussy and replaced them with my cock.

  It slid in easily, her juices facilitating my entry. She uttered a little groan as I gave her my entire cock right from the get-go. After a couple of slow pumps to get us both warmed up, I start moving my hips faster and faster, fucking her in long, deep thrusts while she groaned beneath me.

  Kelly’s pussy was so wet and I was so excited that it wasn’t long before I was hammering away at her, my body bouncing off of hers with every pump.

  “Holy shit I love how you fuck my pussy,” Kelly said, looking up at me, her eyes locked on mine. “Give it to me like you mean it. Pound my tiny little pussy with your cock.”

  I did as she asked, pushing her legs back so her knees were pressing against the seat cushion of the couch, folding her in half. I put one foot up on the couch to change the angle and give myself more leverage, then pummeled down on her, my cock filling her pussy up.

  “Fuck yeah!” she screamed. “Just like that, just like that!”

  Holding her legs down on the couch, I pounded her pussy while she continued screaming beneath me, my balls slapping up against her with every thrust, our bodies coming together with a wet smack.

  I released one of her legs and used my free hand to grab one of her tits and squeeze. I pinched and twisted her nipple, causing her to squirm and yelp in shock. I gave the other nipple the same treatment and got the same result. But the look on her face told me that she liked it. And that she wanted more.