Filthy Smut (Vol. 3): 38 Erotic Stories (Over 450 Pages of Hot Sex)

by Lynn, KT

  The blue eyed girl’s cackling was instantly put on pause as her now confused expression replaced the gleeful one.

  “Do you even know who the blue vines are ma’am?” Ma’am? This meant war.

  “I know that they haven’t been doing very well this season, although you probably didn’t know that, you probably don’t know the team at all, you’re just sucking up all his words so that you get to suck something else, am I right?” The younger girls face dropped, it was a lucky guess but one that had worked many times in the past.

  “I think I should go,” She grabbed her drink and went away to prey on another man.

  “Hi, I’m Susan,”

  The much-in-shape guy who I had both just insulted and won over from my competition turned to face me, those green eyes sparkling with wonder and excitement at the obvious future in store for him.

  “That last comment, it dug deep,” He joked at my guess of his team’s failure.

  “Well perhaps you could do something back to me, something that digs deep?” I joked about tonight’s success.

  Two scotch and sodas later and both myself and the boy, who mentioned his name was Tony, found our way back to his student accommodation. A boy’s dorm, very old fashioned. I was met by several pieces of eye candy as Tony took me by the hand and led me to his room, at one point I’d considered letting go to pursue better accomplishments, now that I was in the den of the prey, but what Susan starts, Susan finishes.

  We entered the boys room and I was brought back to my own college days, with posters on the walls, scantily clad women everywhere - which was the result of a male roommate in my case, and a beer bong in the middle of the room. No matter what year it was or how old you were college would always be the same.

  “So Tony, are you going to offer me a drink or do you keep all the girls you bring back here waiting?” I wanted to shake his nerves a little more, not so much that the experience was unpleasant for him but enough to show him what a real woman was like. He’d have his chance to take control but not just yet, I wanted some fun first.

  The boy rummaged through piles of clothes and looked under his retro bunk-bed, finally pulling out a six-pack of beers, the second six-pack in the room I wouldn’t mind swallowing.

  “I’m sorry, I don’t have anything else.”

  I wasn’t much of a spirit gal’ anyway.

  “Beer is perfect.”

  A smile ran across his face as he bit the lid off the beer and handed it to me, no bottle opener needed.

  He sat down besides me as I got comfortable on the edge of the bunk-bed, his smell was a mixture of mid-morning football practice sweat and cheap student deodorant trying to cover up the smell, it was quite intoxicating.

  “So Tony, what is it you’re studying?” A bit of conversational foreplay was in order before the real foreplay began.

  “I’m studying law, my father wanted me to have something real to progress in, the football is just a fantasy.”

  Having a lawyer was just a fantasy of mine, even though I had worked in several firms I’d never been able to get a firm grip of one. I guess an aspiring lawyer-football player would have to do.

  “So Tony, how about we get this party started.” I wanted to make good use of everything available, so with that in mind I made my way over to the beer bong, carrying the four out of six beers that were left and grabbing the end of the tube, placing it in my widened mouth, waiting for Tony to come over and do the honours of pouring me his juices.

  As I knelt, tube in mouth, Tony got up, did that thing with his teeth to two bottles of his cheap-branded beer and began to pour them slowly into the funnel which led to the tube and then my throat. It was easy, like riding a bike, once you had learnt how to do this in your first year of college you’d never forget.

  He watched me swallow the whole load, it was nothing compared to the load I really wanted to swallow. I just hoped this young boy would be able to provide me with what I needed, after-all - I wasn’t some college girl that didn’t know what an orgasm was.

  “Your turn then, looks like you need the confidence boost.” I stood up and offered the beer-bong to the male, hoping that in a tipsy state he might provide me with what I needed. He quickly stuck the tube in his mouth and started to chug like all his mates were spurring him on at a party, as I cracked open the second bottle and poured it in following the first he spat out the tube and the beer spilled all over his white t-shirt and onto the already-stained carpet.

  His damp shirt outlined his abs perfectly, flesh that I wanted to sink my teeth into, I wanted to scratch at him, bite him, I could feel my inner cougar ready to pounce. A burning sensation of pleasure and ecstasy awaited me as a throbbing tingled my moistening pussy. I was ready for Tony, ready to make him a man.

  As I let my guard down, admiring the younger soon-to-be-man, he caught my eyes gazing at his body which gave him the confidence he needed.

  “You like what you see Susan?” His now strong, bold tone taking over all my mind games.

  “I’ve seen better,” although I don’t think I had.

  He smiled at me, the green eyed Tony now full on liquid courage took his shirt off, flexed a little for his own amusement and then grabbed me by the ass. He planted a harsh kiss onto my lips, a little sloppy but that was probably the beer rolling down his chin. He tried to slide his tongue into my mouth but it was only when he forced it as hard as he could, did I let him enter, it warmed my throat, made my knees lose strength, I could barely breathe as he squeezed my cheeks and roamed around in my mouth.

  One of his hands made its way down my leg, under my cocktail dress and back up, so that it was firmly placed on my skin, a finger stroking the fabric on my thong that was neatly inserted between my cheeks. I returned the favour by running a hand into Tony’s cut-up jeans, rubbing over a large, sweaty, dick that had soaked his briefs. His fluids were leaking through the fabric and onto my hand, I had to have a taste of what was to come so I quickly put my hand to my mouth, took a moment away from kissing Tony to taste my fingers. Once my throat was coated in a thin layer of his fluids I placed my hand back down there to get a tighter grip and gently jerk his cock.

  “Blow me,” His tongue found its way to my neck and then ear, just long enough for him to whisper the words. Of course, I couldn’t deny him that which I was best at, however I was afraid a boy of not much experience wouldn’t be able to handle what I had to offer. I didn’t want him to blow his load before I had a chance to have any fun.

  I dropped to my knees, undid his jeans and pulled down the now see-through briefs to reveal his long, pink, thick cock. I teased it with my tongue, licking at the shaft gently and feeling his reaction as he twitched slightly, I knew I had to be careful so I took it in slowly, I didn’t want his excitement to get the best of him. Once I’d taken it all the first time I knew I could pick up the pace a little, I could hear him moan as I started to take in his cock faster, his hand embedding itself deep in my dirty-blonde locks and his hips beginning to thrust in time with my head, so that I could feel his massive, thick dick hit the back of my throat every time.

  As Tony began to whimper and shake I pulled away, knowing that he was close and not wanting the fun to end yet. I looked up at the boy whose eyes were tightly shut and whose face was ready to make the expression of ecstasy, his voice trembling with pre-ejaculation whimpers.

  “Not yet, you haven’t fucked me yet,” I stood up and kissed him, hoping to calm him down a little I made sure not to be rough with him.

  I made my way over to his lower bunk bed, dropping my cocktail dress over my shoulders and flicking it aside along with my heels. I turned, sat down, spread my legs and lay back, leaving myself bare on his dirty, sweaty sheets, ready for him to take me with that big cock of his.

  I was instead greeted by something much more wet, as the boy grabbed a hold of one of my breasts I looked down to see his tongue in-between my thighs, he began to lick and nibble at my pussy, tickling it gently with his tongue before sprea
ding my legs wide with both of his hands and devouring me. My head flung back in ecstasy as he ate me out, he was much better than I expected, he either knew what he was doing or he didn’t have any idea how good he was, it didn’t matter either way.

  I could feel his long, tongue deep inside, hitting that sensitive spot over and over, filling me to the brim with pleasure. It was unexpected, he’d caught me off guard, my nails dug into the sheets as I cried out and came on his chin, squirting a little into his face. I was speechless, I didn’t see it coming at all.

  The clueless college boy looked up at me not knowing what to say.

  “Don’t worry, that’s a good thing,” I said to him laughing to myself at his lost-puppy expression. Now it was time for the main course.

  He lifted himself up and immediately I felt that throbbing cock between my legs, teasing the outer rim of my still aching pussy.

  “Fuck me,” with my order, he slammed his massive cock into me, causing the waves of pleasure that were just fading away to come crashing back.

  Tony began to pound into my tight hole, I could feel his dick pulsating inside me, feel the sweat from his six-pack drip onto his member, lubricating us even more. His eyes were fixated on the action at hand and my head was lying back with my nails digging back into the sheets, I couldn’t stop cursing out loud, screaming out God’s name several times as I was fucked harder than ever before.

  He lifted my legs over his shoulders and my whole lower body was raised off the bottom bunk a little. He then drove his massive dick into me and fucked my aching body so hard that I began to moan like an animal, every boy in this dorm would know that Tony was a man now.

  “I’m gonna’ cum again,” I shouted as I began to leak out over his large, throbbing cock, my echoes of ecstasy travelled through the room, down the hall and probably way downtown.

  I could tell he was close too, I wanted him to finish like he almost did before. I got free of his embrace and quickly sat at the edge of the bed, with his cock right above my face. Tony started to wank his massive dick and grabbed my hair again, moaning out several times he shot his hot, creamy load over my face and into my mouth, I licked my lips as I savoured the sweet tasting semen of this fine football player.

  He sat besides me on the edge of the bed, grabbing one of the bottles of beer he couldn’t finish from the beer-bong, taking a swig and then looking towards me.

  “That was fucking amazing, can-can I have your number Susan? I would love to do that again sometime, or why don’t you spend the night? We can go again in the morning.” The boy may have been good with his tongue but he wasn’t good with casual sex, since this was his first real fling I’d spare his feelings as much as I could.

  “How about you keep a look out for me at Student-Prime,” I knew that I would never be stepping foot inside that bar again or at least, for a long while. I had achieved my goal of a college boy and now it was onto something new and more exciting, whatever that may be.

  I slid up my cocktail dress from the ground as easily as I’d let it fall, grabbed my heels which also slid on with ease and got my purse that I’d dropped the moment we came through the door.

  “I can’t wait to see you again Susan,” he was cute, naïve and so good looking, maybe one day I would revisit Tony but right now the only thing I could think about was that bartender. Maybe I wasn’t going to go to Student-Prime another night but the same night didn’t really count.

  “I’ll see you around,” I knew I wouldn’t, I also knew this boy would remember me for the rest of his life and I loved that. However, all I could think about was the dark-skinned beauty from behind the bar earlier, after an inexperienced albeit good time with Tony I needed the real thing, this was just the warm-up for my real night out, I still had a few orgasms and curse words left in me, not to mention enough stamina to last until the morning.

  Shaving Party

  by Harriet Lovelace

  Themes: lesbian

  “You’ve honestly never done it?” Jessie cackled, taking another large gulp directly from the wine bottle.

  “I’ve never done it. I’ve never been asked to do it, and it’s always seemed kind of stupid. Why would I bother? I’m not a porn star!” said Lulu.

  Jessie snorted at her friend.

  Lulu or Lu as known to her friends was tall and willowy with great tits and long flowing black hair. Her lips pouted whenever she was concentrating, and her large dark eyes were fringed with long eyelashes. She could be a porn star, if she didn’t look so wholesome, so little-girl-lost. The boys went mad over her. Half the college football team would blow their load over just the thought of sweet little Lu getting down and dirty on camera, losing the fluttering straight-A student thing and stepping up a gear into super slut instead.

  “You’re not a porn star,” Jessie finally agreed, “But it’s not a porn star thing. Everyone does it these days! You need to start conforming to peer pressure.”

  “Okay,” Lu replied, taking back the wine bottle and having a swig herself, “Answer me one question. Why does everyone do it?”

  “Because the guys go wild for it!” Jessie replied immediately.

  Lu smiled smugly, nodding as though agreeing with a four year old. “Exactly. I’m not going to do something where I could seriously hurt something very precious to me, just to impress some guy. Not even a specific guy, the male population in general. Christ, Jessie, where are your feminist principles? What would Simone de Beauvoir say?”

  Jessie arched a perfectly shaped black eyebrow, “Simone de Beauvoir would say ‘try anything once’.”

  How the conversation had turned to pubic hair, Lu would never be able to recall. Blame the wine or the scatty zigzags of Jessie’s train of thought, but the topic had seemed to loom out of nowhere. But once it was there, Jessie simply wouldn’t let it go. She couldn’t believe that Lu had never shaved down there. Lu had trimmed; she had always made sure the basement grooming was tidy. But take a razor to parts of her body she could only really see in a mirror? No, it had never been an attractive prospect.

  “I’d cut myself,” Lu said, knowing that she was running out of excuses under Jessie’s persistent persuasion.

  “Well,” Jessie’s dark eyes avoided Lu’s, her lips curving into a predatory smile. “Let us do it for you, then.”

  Lu swallowed hard, speechless for a few seconds. “Us?”

  “Me. Beth. We’ve known you since forever. And we’ve seen it all, so you can’t claim embarrassment.”

  “You’ve seen it all, but you haven’t touched it!” Lu sputtered.

  “Come on, it’ll be fun. We’ll have a pajama party, a few drinks. And we’ll make you all baby smooth and beautiful.”

  The tragedy was that Lu just couldn’t think of a good reason not to do it. There were plenty of reasons available, and she didn’t even technically need a reason. A firm ‘no’ would have been enough. But for some strange reason, she just couldn’t get her mouth around that one little syllable. On the contrary, she found herself nodding her agreement. And as her friend cheered and clapped and immediately set about texting Beth to get her in on the party, Lu couldn’t deny feeling a squirm of excitement in among the butterflies.

  ***

  Though they had always been friends for as long as any of them could remember, the trio couldn’t look more different. Beth was the polar opposite of Lu’s homely beauty. She had an edgy look, her bleached blonde hair cut raggedly short with a long fringe that was forever falling in her eyes. Jessie by comparison had the confident, self-certain look of Cleopatra. Her clear mocha-colored skin and exotic almond-shaped eyes were strikingly beautiful.

  They made an odd threesome, Lu thought, as they sat in the large bathroom drinking homemade cocktails in their pajamas. “Are you sure alcohol’s a good idea at this point?” Lu asked.

  The other two laughed at her. “I’m sure just one won’t hurt. I have a very steady hand,” Beth replied. She winked and took another sip from the tall glass.

  They
had arranged what Jessie called the ‘implements of doom’. There was shaving foam, towels, a washcloth and The Razor. It was just a normal disposable razor that Lu might have used to do her legs. But knowing what it would be used for, in Lu’s mind, imbued it with a sinister but exciting edge.

  “So are you ready?” Beth asked. She picked up the razor, twirling it around her fingers like a baton.

  Lu took a large gulp of her drink draining the glass, then wiped the back of her hand across her mouth. She glanced between her two oldest friends. They’d never been bashful around each other before. They had worked out together, skinny dipped together, changed in front of each other. As though reading her mind, Jessie piped up, “Nothing we haven’t seen before. Get those PJ’s off, girl.”

  She stood up and, before she could think too long and hard about what she was doing, skimmed the skimpy pajama shorts down her slender thighs. Lu knew her cheeks were burning, but she burst out laughing when her friends whooped and cat called. They always knew how to put her at her ease. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. She stood with her legs squeezed together, conscious of the neat straight mound of black fuzz covering her pubis.