Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  This was so much better than anything she ever had with anyone before. Helen thought she could die happy now as his tongue tormented her inflamed pussy and throbbing clitoris. The familiar sensation of an orgasm building had her quivering and shaking, she could tell that it was going to be an experience like never before, multiplied many times over. Her knees finally gave in and she slowly slid downward. Jerome’s strong hands cupped her soft buttocks and he held her up. One last deep and lingering thrust of his tongue triggered her release and she let herself go. She wept and moaned, her hands stroking his head as she came in shuddering waves of indescribable pleasure.

  Jerome continued lashing his tongue over her pussy, intensifying the range of sensations erupting all over her. He seemed to really savor her orgasmic explosion all over his face as he lovingly teased her to the edge of tears. He sucked hungrily on her pussy, his mouth moving with the skillful expertise of a man who wanted to pleasure his woman. Her over-stimulated clitoris went numb with the sheer pleasure of the last few shuddering bursts escaping her spent body. She buckled over him as hot tears of happiness finally came streaming down her flushed face. A sense of pure unfettered bliss filled her heart and mind. At last, Helen had found the sexual satisfaction that been eluding her for so damn long.

  “Oh, god… Oh, Ger…” She whimpered over him. “I’ m so happy, I could die right now…”

  Jerome laughed and rose up to his feet with her slumped over his shoulder. She hugged his neck, never wanting to let him go. He carried her out of the kitchen and over to the bed room. He let her slide off him on to the bed and stood over her with his hands on his hips and his pelvis thrusting forward.

  “I want you, Jerome…” Helen almost pleaded; her arms and legs shivering. “I want you to make love to me… I want you to fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone before.”

  Jerome gave her a silent smile and ran his eager hands all over her body. He stripped off her shirt and her lacy bra after. Her soft round breasts fell free and she lay there naked, spread out on the bed for him. He dropped his own clothes quickly and climbed onto the bed naked and ready to plunder her.

  Helen was momentarily stunned at the sight of his surging arousal. She gaped at him, never having seen anything so big and thick before. It looked almost a foot long and thicker than her own forearm. Was it real? She felt a tremor all through her as he twitched his monstrous erection and grinned at her. The only two cocks she had seen before, up close like this, were nowhere near half of this thing. And to think she could have had this treat since she was in high school.

  “Jerome … that thing, it’s so….” She said with trepidation. “It’s so damn big.”

  Jerome laughed softly as he knelt over her. “You are quite ready for this, my sweet Hell’s Kitten Helen.”

  “Yes, yes… I am. I am more ready than I’ll ever fucking be, Jerome.” She surprised herself with her sudden brazenness as he prodded her hungry pussy lips with his foot long hard cock. “Spear me with that beautiful thing, fuck me now… please. Fuck me hard.”

  “Grr, yes.” He snarled with passion as he entered her in one swift move. Helen’s eyes went wide and her scream caught in her throat. She felt like she was being skewered alive. The hardness of his thick cock was nothing like she had ever experienced before. She sensed his intense passion for her surging through every inch of his throbbing erection as he slammed powerfully into her. Helen cried out, pain and pleasure entwining as her lover’s raging hardness buried itself to the root inside her. She looked up at his intense face as it shimmered with perspiration, seeing more than just animal lust there. Her rapid breath began to calm and she gazed at him with a desire that she thought she could never ever feel.

  “Oh, Jerome!” Helen moaned, feeling satisfied and content. “Fuck me, oh, this is so damn good.”

  His response was a loud groan as his erection incredibly swelled even more, deep inside her. It seemed to Helen that the lustful tone of her voice was turning him on immensely. He increased the speed of his thrusts, ramming her hard, just as she had always wanted a lover to do. She heard his breathing get shallower with each powerful thrust, telling her that he was nearing an orgasm. His cock felt like an enormous piston inside her, and she shook with eager anticipation of what could only be a most explosive ejaculation inside her.

  “Oh, God! Helen! My sweet beau… beautiful Hel… ennn…” Jerome gasped sharply, his breath short and ragged. “I’m going to cu… uhhh… no, no… not just yet.”

  His monster of a cock was on the verge of release, and yet she sensed him holding back. Helen’s excited heart pounded hard against her heaving chest. This was by far the best time of her life and she never wanted it to end. She wanted this man more than ever, now and for ever, for every day of her life.

  “Oh Jerome!” Helen whimpered. “Please, don’t stop… please keep fucking me.”

  “I am, baby.” Jerome smiled and kissed her sweat slick brow. “I want us to cum together.”

  “Oh Jerome, you’re the best ever…” She wept, kissing him back lovingly.

  He nodded and kept up the thrusting motion of his raging erection back and forth inside her pussy. His hardness filled her tight warmth and tendrils of extreme pleasure ran amok all over her yearning body. His cock seemed to get even bigger and she grasped hard at the tight steely buns of his muscular buttocks. Jerome shuddered against her softness under his lean hard body.

  “Oh, Helen!” He groaned in lustful bliss and grabbed at the soft mounds of her breasts. “Let’s do it… let’s cum as one.”

  “Oh God, Jerome, this is so amazing… oh you are a man-god.” Helen wept, her body quaking violently with her second powerful orgasm of the evening. “Fuck me, Jerome… oh please, keep on fucking me.”

  “Oh, Helen, my sweet little angel.” Jerome groaned. “You’re cumming so hard… all over my cock, oh yeah… uuhh, here I cum, baby... all for you, always for you.”

  His loud grunt echoed around the hotel bedroom as his engorged cock heaved and exploded in an ecstatic release inside her. Helen shivered at the sensation of the hot splash of semen. His immense load ejected out of his enlarged cock deep inside her and seemed to go on and on. She came along with him, again and again, and lost count of how many orgasms she was having. Her belly quaking non stop with the sensation of her explosive release, she whimpered into his ear. Tears of happiness poured down her face as she reveled at the delightful warmth of his unending orgasm. She shook as another wave of her orgasm hit her, her mind going free and losing herself to unbound passion.

  How much time passed since they started, Helen could never guess as they lay exhausted, satiated and content with each other. Their arms and legs entwined, sweaty bodies locked in passion, the two reunited lovers nuzzled and pecked at one another.

  “I’ve always dreamt of this, Helen.” Jerome whispered with a smile. “I could never get over you. I didn’t find anyone else like you, I never even looked hard enough… there isn’t anyone else who can me feel the way you do.”

  “Ohmigod!” Helen stared up at him in awe. “And to think, all these years… it could have been so different, if I… if we had only…”

  “Yeah, that’s life.” He sighed and caressed her hair. “Never works when you want it to.”

  “I suppose that’s true.” She said, suddenly feeling very glum. “Most of my life’s been wasted in the wrong place with the wrong man.”

  “Well, we can always start afresh. You and I.” Jerome had that eager boyish grin on his face. “We aren’t all that old yet.”

  “Oh, good grief!” She blinked. “You can’t mean… are you suggesting that we...”

  “It looks like fate suddenly decided to give us a break.” He nodded. “To forget the past and move on ahead anew.”

  “Move on ahead?” She gasped. “Are you serious? You and I… get together.”

  “If you haven’t anyone better, I’m all yours.” He kissed her cheek.

  “Well, that’s really flattering, af
ter all these wasted years.” Helen shook her head with uncertainty. “I’ve had a terrible love life so far and sex has always been one disaster after another. I’m an old fashioned girl, Jerome, one nighters and sex on the side don’t quite excite me… I always end up falling hard for the man I want, and I’ve been hurt by that before.”

  “I understand completely, Helen. I’ve never did find that with anyone else either.” He had a look of self pity about him. “I’ve never been more in love with anyone as much as I have with you.”

  “Oh, Jerome. That is so damn flattering.” Helen reached out and touched his hand. “But are you sure about this... I mean, the sex was great… but a life together?”

  “That’s what I crave for, Helen.” He sounded like he was pleading. “I’ve always been in love with you, but I never thought you felt the same for me? After high school, you left for college upstate, and I had to get a job. Then I heard you got married and it tore me up… it was even worse when I looked for you in every woman I dated. Then I knew no other woman would do for me, so I found a way to bury the hurt with this work that I do here in Brazil… but now with you here, things could be different, could be better… for the two of us.”

  “Better than ever actually, and I must say… I can think of this as fate’s recompense for the shit my life has so far been.” She smiled and caressed his hardening cock with her slender fingers, her eyes gleaming with lust as she looked deep onto his. “And I have a lot shitty times in my life that has to be compensated for.”

  Story 8

  Darlene sat on her suitcase to force it closed and snapped the buckles shut. Her friend, Tamera, was sitting on the edge of her bed, telling her about the ranch at which they were supposed to be spending their summer vacation. Personally, Darlene had no interest in going out to a farm. It would be hot, smell like shit, and be generally boring all around. Tamera had coaxed her, saying that her stepfather had this hot farmhand named John; that they were only about ten miles away from the nearest city and could go visit any time they wanted. She insisted that it was beautiful out there. Darlene would have been alone most of the summer anyway—her mom was on an extended trip to Europe for business. She gave in to Tamera, deciding that it would be better than sitting in the house alone for three months.

  “Did you pack your bathing suit?” asked Tamera, chewing on the back of a pencil. Despite her eagerness to go out to the ranch, she was nervous. She hadn’t seen her stepdad in years, she said, and she didn’t know how he would react to her not being a little girl anymore. Darlene told her that of course it wouldn’t bother him, that from the sound of it, he loved Tamera very much. Still, Tamera probably wouldn’t be able to relax until all greetings and introductions were made and they were settled in.

  “I did,” Darlene said, “why? Is there a pool?”

  “Swimming hole,” said Tamera, then, noting Darlene’s wrinkled nose, added, “it’s clean, I swear. They get their water from there.”

  Darlene muttered under her breath. The girls dragged their suitcases downstairs, pulling them by the handles out to the curb and throwing them in the trunk of the car. Darlene put on the GPS while Tamera pulled out onto the street.

  On the way, the girls talked over the music.

  “Tell me what your stepdad is like.”

  “He’s kind of quiet,” said Tamera. “Doesn’t talk much. He’s real serious but he’s a nice guy. I just always thought of him as my dad.”

  “And what about John?”

  Tamera shot Darlene a look out of the corner of her eye, smirking. “John’s hot. He really likes to tease. He’d probably pick you up and throw you in the hole in a heartbeat just to see you get your t-shirt wet.”

  Darlene blushed, squirming. Tamera noticed and laughed.

  “You’re so innocent. It’s adorable.”

  “I’ve been with boys before,” Darlene said defensively. And she had, though she was a virgin. There were a few times in high school she’d let a boy fondle her breasts, or she’d go down on him, or he’d dry hump her, his cock hard, and she’d arch her hips to meet his. But it never went anywhere. Darlene just didn’t really have real chemistry with any of them, so she wasn’t interested in fucking them at all.

  “Yeah,” said Tamera, rolling her eyes. “You’re a regular old slut.”

  Darlene swatted the other girl’s arm. “Not everyone can be on your level. How many dicks have you sucked, again?” she teased.

  Tamera laughed. “Enough.”

  They both giggled, passing the time with light conversation, cranking up the radio when a good song came on. The three hours out to the ranch seemed to pass quickly. Most of the view was flat farmland, acres upon acres of wheat and corn and the occasional sunflower. Darlene grew more excited—and nervous—the closer they got. She thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, being out here. It would be peaceful and nice to be away from the city.

  They pulled up a gravel drive to a large white house and got out of the car. Darlene coughed until the dust settled, looking around. Not far away from the house was a barn, surrounded by farm equipment. Across a wide field she could make out the outlines of horses. Excitement ran through her. She had forgotten that they might have horses. She’d spent most of her time at summer camp riding the huge beasts, relaxing atop the gentle rocking of the horse moving slowly along the path.

  “Papa!” said Tamera, and Darlene turned to see the other girl run toward her father. He wrapped her in his arms, picking her up and smiling, then set her down and ruffled her hair.

  “Hey, kiddo,” he said. She stood on tiptoes to kiss his stubbled cheek.

  “Papa,” Tamera said, gesturing toward Darlene. “This is my friend, Darlene.”

  Darlene blushed. The man was huge, over six feet tall, broad-shouldered and narrow of the hip. His skin was tanned brown and emphasized the glowing blue of his eyes, his hair dark and thick and standing out in little unruly tufts. Darlene could see the cords of muscle underneath his t-shirt and couldn’t help but to stare at his thick arms. She guessed that he was maybe in his mid-forties. It was hard to tell, though, as he was in excellent shape and held himself with the straight-backed pride of someone half his age.

  “Hi,” said Darlene. He was studying her with a small smile on his face. He reached forward and she slipped her small hand into his massive one. It was rough and calloused and a thought came to her, unbidden, of how those hands would feel all over her soft skin.

  Tamera didn’t notice that her best friend and her father were connected for a little too long. She had already bounced into the house, looking, no doubt, for John.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Darlene,” drawled the man. “I’m Robert.”

  “Robert,” she breathed. “You too.”

  Darlene looked at the ground then, breaking eye contact. Robert went to the open trunk, pulled out both suitcases and carried them into the house as if they were light as a feather. Darlene followed him, relishing the cool air as she stepped inside the doorway. The house was beautiful and inviting, full of natural light and soft, summer décor. Darlene saw Tamera in the kitchen and joined her, pouring herself a glass of lemonade while Robert carried their things upstairs. He came back down as she was tipping the cup against her lips and she froze when he gazed at her.

  He didn’t move his eyes away when he told them sorry, they’d have to share a room. It didn’t bother either of the girls—they had slept even in the same bed many a night, whispering and giggling to each other during sleepovers since middle school. Tamera shrugged and straddled a stool, putting her elbows on the counter.

  “How have you been, dad?” she asked. Robert broke his eyes from Darlene and gave Tamera a gentle, warm smile.

  “Things are going good here,” he said. “Everything in order. John’s looking forward to seeing you girls.”

  “I bet,” said Tamera, elbowing Darlene. Robert shook his head.

  “Be good, you two. I have work to do. Help yourself to whatever you want. John should be in the bac
k if you want to say hello.”

  He shot one last gaze at Darlene before he left the house. She was strangely sad to see him go.

  The girls went upstairs to unpack, throwing their things into the dresser drawers. Tamera wanted to go swimming immediately, but Darlene wanted to explore.

  “Show me around the place, then we can go,” Darlene said. Tamera smiled and nodded and they both changed into lighter, cooler clothes before going back outside to the early summer heat.

  John, the farmhand, was in the backyard on hands and knees, digging weeds from the ground. Tamera ran up to him and jumped on his back, nearly knocking him over.