Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  I gasped in fright and stared up into the golden eyes of Professor Calix. His eyes were hot and hungry as he yanked up my dress and ripped my panties in two. He was suddenly acting like a cave animal, I thought feeling a spurt of fright and a whole lot of excitement.

  “That was seriously hot. Those moves you pulled? So hot! I haven’t been this excited in years,” he groaned as he leaned me against the brush and began to plow into my pussy right there in front of the main building in school.

  “Someone could see us!” I half-gasped, half-moaned.

  “I don’t care! I don’t care!” he grunted as he increased the tempo of his thrusts.

  This was wildly exciting! No one had ever made love to me like this!

  My hips began to undulate with pleasure, matching the urgency of his thrusts as he shoved into me. Without warning, one large masculine palm slapped my ass and I moaned in pleasure and pain as he continued to ram into me. He was fucking me to the hilt, stretching my tight pussy with his big, fat dick.

  I loved the sensation of being so completely filled with his dick. I groaned, moaning as he loved me again and again.

  His large hands grabbed my huge breasts from behind and he squeezed them as he pounded into me. I groaned, helpless as he made wild love to me.

  Then he suddenly pulled out of me and flipped me around. I knelt in front of him and immediately opened my mouth as he began to pound my mouth. He held my head with both hands and thrust repeatedly into my mouth. My breasts bounced and jiggled with each motion.

  Calix threw back his head, his lips forming a groaning sound as he finally began to jerk and cum. His sperm began to fill my mouth as he came and then he finally pulled roughly out of my mouth and held his dick as he poured his sperm onto my face covering my lips, my nose and my forehead and cheeks.

  I gasped, the force of his orgasm shocking as he poured the warm sperm all over my face. He groaned as the last of his sperm poured out of him and I finally opened my mouth and licked the tip.

  I pulled back and then smiled up at him.

  “You, are one daring young lady,” he told me. He was grinning as he said the words.

  I smiled back as I pulled away. My face was covered in his thick, oozing sperm. I held his gaze as I slowly licked my lips.

  He groaned, “You’re the devil.”

  I grinned. “Tell me about it. Listen I have to clean up,” I said.

  I adjusted my dress pulling it back into place to cover my bare buttocks and adjusted my bra to cover my engorged breasts. My panties were completely ruined, I thought looking over at where the torn pieces lay in the grass. I would send them to the Dean as a souvenir, I decided as I leaned over and picked them up. That should teach him a lesson for being so nosy and self-righteous. The fraud! I had caught him checking out a female student’s butt two weeks ago and now here he was inspecting toilets to catch me out!

  Oblivious to my thoughts, Professor Calix nodded and turned and led the way upstairs to his office. I strode in, saw my dildo lying on the desk haphazardly. I picked up the little darling with the reverence it deserved; it had saved me on many horny occasions. I tucked it into my little purse and turned to traipse into the bathroom.

  “You’re very hot,” Professor Calix whispered pulling me back against himself and stroking a gentle hand down one of my butt cheeks.

  I squirmed out of his grasp and turned to face him. “This was one time Professor. Don’t think I am interested in making love with you again.”

  He studied me. “Is that so?”

  I nodded fiercely.

  His gaze dropped meaningfully to where my breasts were thrusting against the soft fabric of my ankaradress with the nipples standing out in stark relief.

  Then he gave me a telling look and laughed. I glared at him and turned around and marched into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me for good measure.

  The man was so sure of himself, I thought wrathfully. Then my face wreathed in a smile of satisfaction as I remembered what an amazing lover he was. He had reason to be proud of himself, I thought with a sigh replete with satisfaction. He made love like a pro.

  I turned on the tap and rinsed off my face a little. My pussy was sticky and wet from all the fucking and sucking. I started to rinse it off and then I suddenly remembered that my roommate Lily Bass still had one more night of sucking to do.

  I returned the toilet paper untouched to its position on the shelf.

  Lily needed to be taught a lesson. She had made me go masturbate on a lecturer’s desk and had set the Dean on me to get me in trouble. I had no doubt she was the ‘anonymous student’ who had ratted me out to the Dean

  I was going to make her pay; oh would she pay!

  I was going to teach her that no one tangled with Diane Macpherson and came out on top. Lily Bass didn’t know it yet but tonight, she was going to suck my pussy until she fainted and I wasn’t even going to wash off first.

  I’d make her suck I and Professor Calix’s juices from my pussy… that should teach her.

  As I strode from the toilet, a small secretive smile played about my lips as I imagined all the naughty ways I was going to make my roommate pay. She was good with her lips, and that had to count for something right?

  Story 23

  Chapter One

  I saw the way that they looked at me and it made me wonder how it was possible that it could be this easy. There were many young ladies of experienced persuasion, but something about me made them take a second look.

  I didn’t consider myself anything more than normal. It didn’t mean that I wouldn’t take advantage of the less than subtle overtures to get my attention. It didn’t take long for me to understand how a man had only one thing on their mind. They were only using the one head between their legs.

  “I don’t know how you can get away with these things, Samantha. I would never be able to get away with what you wear on a daily basis. It’s a good thing that you are away from home where they can’t see you. They don’t know half of the things that we’ve gotten ourselves into over the years. I blame you for being a bad influence.” Nicole wasn’t really complaining and I was the one that was taking the risks and she was reaping the rewards.

  I did have the tendency to manipulate her into doing things that she would never consider doing otherwise.

  I was wearing a very low cut red blouse and a black leather skirt barely hiding the essentials. I could easily distract by bending over a certain way. The enjoyment was when I could feel their eyes burning a hole from behind and making me feel like I was wearing nothing at all.

  “I know you better than anyone and I know you secretly want to do the same thing. I would definitely be in your shoes had I not decided to go away to college. The freedom to do whatever I want without worrying somebody is looking over my shoulder is something that I will never get used to.” It was liberating and empowering to be a woman in a male dominated society. I had learned to use the tools God gave me.

  “Nobody is safe and you could have anybody with just one glance. We both know it. It just confuses me the reason why you have to make them into your puppets. They walk around like panting puppies. You should be careful and you never know when one of them will take exception to your behavior. I would love to be there when you finally meet your match.” She could say that, but it was mostly sour grapes. The sad truth was that she wanted to be exactly like me. It was the reason why she was following me around to pick up the leftover scraps.

  “There seems to be some miscommunication and you haven’t lived one day of your life until you met me.” I had only been with one man and it was a dismal disappointment.

  Eric was my best friend and we had ruined it by doing something physical. It was never quite the same after and we could barely look at each other in the eyes.

  Technically, I was still a virgin and he had barely gotten the tip in when he couldn’t control himself.

  We had drifted apart and had been relegated to Christmas greetings. Those were the
kinds of pleasantries that were mainly for show. I had the feeling my relentless teasing was brought upon because I couldn’t risk having my heart broken.

  “The rumors have been swirling about your experience. The bathroom wall apparently has your phone number written in bold black letters.” I already knew some of the stories going around and I smiled thinking how they had been embellished.

  “I can assure you that nobody has gotten close enough to find out. I like the game and I have no interest in doing anything more than raising their flags.” I was scoping out my latest conquest, a freshman looking a little out of place. He had no idea how many nights he was going to spend fantasizing about my face and my body.

  “I know that look better than anybody and I really don’t want to be around to see you act impulsively. I have things to do and it doesn’t look like you are listening to me. I do have to admit living vicariously through you has gotten me through some lonely nights. I just wish my boyfriend Christopher would take things to the next level. He’s sweet, but I need a man’s touch and not some little boy.” I was listening to her, but I was also watching this young kid bend over in a compromising position.

  “Sometimes it’s necessary to take the bull by the horns. I know some girls consider confidence sexy, but I like the feeling of having them wrapped around my little finger. Most of them know it’s not going to go anywhere, but that doesn’t stop them from trying.” The kid looked lost and I felt like it was my responsibility to take him by the hand.

  I got sidetracked with a text message from my parents. I looked up to find that my latest obsession had disappeared. I looked all over for him, darting my eyes from one side of the quad to the other to no avail.

  I was getting hot and bothered and I was counting on him to put out the flame by having him trip over his tongue. I was disappointed and frankly fucking horny which meant that I needed to find some quiet place to relieve the pent up frustration.

  Classes were in session and I had a couple of hours before my next one began. I liked to consider myself a fly on the wall and I could sneak up on anybody without them realizing I was there. It was my superpower.

  Walking by the male locker room was one of my guilty pleasures. I had on occasion spied from the corner hoping to see the brief glimpse of one of the jocks in various states of undress.

  This time I was a little bit bolder thinking I might be able to catch one of them off guard showering. I saw the steam coming out from under the door. I was biting my lip with the anticipation of watching somebody’s soapy hands work over their flesh.

  I took off my heels and in bare feet, I made my approach. My heart was literally in my throat and my palms were sweating with that nervous energy in the air. I used my foot to casually kick the door open to see clothing strewn about.

  I heard muffled voices and it was obvious there was more than one to satisfy my curiosity. I had to be careful and getting caught was not on my list of priorities. I liked the danger and the possibility of somebody catching me in the act.

  This was the first time that I had gone this far, but I couldn’t stop. I saw something that caught my eye and I wanted to take a closer look. The shadows of their endowment had me a prisoner of curiosity.

  Chapter Two

  “I don’t know what to tell you, Benjamin. We’ve all had those thoughts, but very rarely do we ever act on it.” Benjamin was a bald Adonis and one of two of my favorite teachers. He was a professor of modern studies and he knew how to weave a tale to make the characters come to life.

  “Dylan, I can’t sleep and I can barely eat. I know this is an occupational hazard and could lead to far reaching consequences. She leaves me breathless and hungry to peel those soaking wet panties down her legs. I can almost smell her. The way she looks at me has me standing at a full salute. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you.” I was in the perfect spot and hearing them tell tales out of school was making my hands move delicately underneath my skirt.

  “I don’t even want to say her name. Every day is a never ending hell which ends up with me in the bathroom. She has the ability to make me think nasty thoughts all day long. These moments are the only reprieve I get from thinking about her.” Dylan was getting under my skin.

  My wet dream was coming true and both Dylan and Benjamin had been a subject of my fantasies.

  I could only wish the girl they were talking about was me. Their classes were the reason why I got up in the morning. I looked forward to seeing their faces and showing a bit of skin to make them a little bit more uncomfortable in their clothing.

  “She doesn’t need extra tutoring and she aces the material better than most. I would love to be able to touch her after hours.” Dylan’s voice was melting my resolve and turning my teasing into something physical.

  “Damn it… I forgot that one of my students wants to talk about his grades. There are times that I get tired of the same thing every day.” Benjamin grabbed a towel and walked right by me without even registering that I was there.

  I stared open mouthed at his ass and marveling at the half globes with the towel slung over his shoulders. Sinking my teeth into either one would have made my day. If he had looked back for one second, he would’ve seen me pressed up against the wall with my hand underneath my skirt. I was begging the universe to give him a reason to turn around, but he continued undeterred.

  “Samantha… Samantha.” My eyes went wide at the implication of what Dylan was whispering underneath his breath in the shower alone.

  Dylan was the studious type and for some reason, he was becoming an obsession. Both of them were talking about me and I couldn’t imagine a finer praise. His dark hair was always a little unruly with that one lone strand hanging down over his eyes. He wore a suit pressed with not even one wrinkle.

  I was biting my thumb and then began to thrust it back and forth along the surface of my tongue. This was to mimic the feel of a cock, but it was a pale comparison to the real thing.

  Reaching back, I pulled down the zipper on my skirt and let it fall to the floor around my ankles. I unbuttoned my blouse with the frilly material of my bra trying to contain my bountiful bosom.

  A young man could take lessons from women who wear these things every day. It was always quite hilarious to see their face when they tried to find the clasp. I did it with careful deliberation and found that my nipples were already pebbled.

  “I know you want this cock in your mouth… Samantha….” I dared myself to turn the corner to see him with his hand working the frothy soap up and down his column of flesh.

  I placed one leg up on the tile wall with a chill running through my body. Slapping my hand over my mouth was the only way that I was going to prevent from gasping out loud at the size of his equipment.

  If I were to make an educated guess, I would have to assume 8 inches of solid steel was waiting for whatever hole I was willing to give him. I still couldn’t quite believe that I was even breaking one of my rules.

  “I’m almost there… I know you want me to shoot my load all over your face. Tell me with your eyes and with your mouth full of my cock. Make me see the desire and beg me to give you a creamy facial.” I couldn’t believe these words were coming out of Dylan’s mouth. I couldn’t allow what he was about to do to go to waste.

  “I do want that.” His hand froze on the shaft and he stayed completely still like he couldn’t quite believe that my voice had somehow materialized.

  “I have to be dreaming.” He turned and saw me standing with my breasts exposed and my panties practically see through from my juices seeping out of my hole.

  “Dylan, I can assure you that you’re not dreaming. This is as real as it’s going to get. If you want me to leave then all you have to do is say so.” The serpent between his legs was the focus of my lust.

  “You can’t be here… It’s not right.” I turned to leave, but his hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the scalding water shooting from the head of the shower.

  “You have a funny way of say
ing no when we both know that what you mean is yes.” His fingers slid along my stomach and then he was breaching his own ethics.

  “I don’t know what compelled you to come in here. We need to finish this quickly.” He was overanxious and his hand had already done half the work for me.

  “I would say that visions of me have already fueled you into action. I don’t have any personal knowledge, but I’ve heard from those of male persuasion who have said that it’s better when somebody else does it.” I might have been inexperienced, but I had seen my fair share of dirty movies on the Internet.

  I released his fingers one at a time from around his large and imposing flesh. I replaced it with my own fingers. My tongue was lazily moving across my lips. I moved my hand all the way up to the top to reveal a bubble of excitement. I touched it and pulled it back to see it was clinging to my finger. I attempted to get it up to my mouth, but it snapped a few inches before I was able to.

  He pushed me away with his two hands holding me against the wall. The presence of his manhood was rubbing up against my panty clad mound. The friction and the heat of my loins were enough to send him towards the finish line.

  “I want you… I want you to shoot it all over my panties and make me wear it for the rest of the day.” He was grunting his response and biting my neck hard enough to make my legs tremble.