Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  “What do you think?” asked Tamera. “Want to come out tonight?”

  “I’m pretty worn out from this morning,” said Darlene. “I’d rather stay at home, honestly.”

  Tamera shrugged, sitting up. “I have some friends I can meet in town. You sure you’ll be okay here? You won’t be bored?”

  Darlene assured her friend that she’d be fine. They both went inside and made sandwiches, sitting in the kitchen in their wet bikinis, talking and laughing as they ate. Afterward, they went upstairs to get dressed. Darlene watched Tamera get ready to go out. She was wearing a slick black dress with unbelievably tall heels. Darlene had no idea how she could walk in them, but Tamera pulled them off perfectly.

  “How do I look?” asked Tamera, turning in a circle. Darlene told her she looked incredible, and it was true. Darlene was a little jealous, actually, had always been a little bit envious of her friend’s outgoing spirit and confident beauty.

  They made their way downstairs, stopping to knock on Robert’s door. Tamera told him she was going out and he raised his eyebrows. “Darlene’s staying?”

  “Yes,” she said quickly. “I’m tired.”

  Tamera left then, leaving Darlene alone in the house, save for Robert. He had locked himself back in his bedroom. Darlene lazed about the house for a while, trying to read, finding it impossible to focus. She decided she’d go for a walk, maybe read outside but would stay close to the house. She didn’t want to get lost again.

  She padded along the yard, gazing out at the expanse of the ranch. It really was as beautiful as Tamera had said it would be, all green and lush and wide. Darlene decided to go into the barn. She hadn’t been in there yet. She thought she would entertain herself for a few moments by looking around.

  It was warm and quiet and smelled of fresh hay. It was so comfortable in there that Darlene decided she would sit and read. She climbed up onto a hay bale and spread out, lay on her stomach with her book in front of her. She didn’t know how long she read before she fell asleep, only that she was out like a light for about an hour before she woke up to the sound of men’s voices in the barn.

  Robert and John were talking quietly, but she could still make out their words. They didn’t notice her at first and she was grateful when she overheard them.

  “She looks like such a sweet girl but she’s wild,” said John. “I can’t believe she’s stringing along both of us.”

  Robert laughed. “I can. She’s been a little tease since the beginning, walking around in skimpy clothes. God, I want to fuck that girl.”

  Darlene’s heart raced. She sat up, unable to hide any longer. They were going to find her, anyway, as they were drifting closer and closer to her hiding space.

  “Hi,” she said shyly, slipping off the hay bales. She had no idea what else to say, how they would react if she explained herself. Truthfully, there was nothing to explain. Things had just happened with each of them. She hadn’t planned it.

  “There you are,” said John, grinning. “We were just talking about you.”

  “I know,” she said.

  Robert was smiling at her, too. “You’re a little fox, Darlene.”

  “Both of us?” asked John. “Really?”

  Darlene looked down, toeing the ground with her boot. She was as giddy as she was embarrassed, doubly aroused to see them both at once.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, not really meaning it. For once in her life, she was being wanton and free with her desires. She was being like Tamera, enjoying herself, allowing herself to feel sexual and pretty.

  “Who would you pick?” asked Robert. “You should choose.”

  She looked at them both in turn. Robert, the older man, his massive frame, those teasing eyes. He made her tremble just looking at him. And John with his wicked grin and his playful demeanor. She couldn’t choose.

  “Both?” she blurted. She felt a thrill rush through her and couldn’t believe she’d said such a thing. She smiled at them sweetly. They looked at each other. Robert shrugged, gestured for John to step forward. John did, wrapped his hand around the back of Darlene’s head and pulled her mouth to his. He kissed her soft and sweet at first and she parted her lips to let his tongue in to tease her own. He was hungry for her, she could tell, because his hands drifted to her hips and pulled them flush against his. She could feel his cock on her belly, growing stiffer as he kissed her. He tasted like peppermint and smelled like sweat and hay. His scent was intoxicating, his mouth hot and eager, and she moaned as she pulled her face away, turning it toward Robert.

  “Come here,” she breathed, and he stepped forward, covering her mouth with his lips, not even bothering to take it slow, but devouring her. She reached low between his legs and cupped his cock with her hand, squeezing it through his jeans as he moved his lips to her neck, her throat, her chest. John was behind her, lifting her shirt above her head while Robert worked to unfasten her pants. He tugged her boots off, then pulled her pants down to reveal her white cotton panties.

  She stood between them in only bra and underwear, suddenly a little shy. Robert read her face with his eyes and knelt down to reassure her with his mouth. He licked her pussy through her panties, spreading her legs and grabbing her ass with his hands. Behind her, John was kissing the back of her neck. He unfastened her bra and let it drop to the floor, bringing his hands forward to knead at her breasts, to tease her nipples while Robert teased her pussy with his mouth. She had already soaked through the crotch of her panties and they clung to her as he pulled them down and made her step out of them. Then she was stark naked and moaning because she was sandwiched between them and Robert was kissing her mouth now while John had reached around her body to rub her clit with two of his fingers. She squirmed against him, feeling his cock against her ass. She wanted it inside her. She wanted both of them inside her. She began to work at Robert’s belt, biting into his lip, tugging his jeans down as he lowered his head to suck on one of her nipples, biting it gently, rolling his tongue in circles around her areola. He switched to the other breast and did the same, stepping out of his jeans, allowing her to pull his t-shirt off above his head. Behind her, she heard John undress quickly, felt his cock push between the cheeks of her ass and begin to rub up and down while Robert sucked on her tits and slipped one finger into her pussy, pumping it in and out.

  She whimpered, squirming against his hand as he began to rub her clit in circles with the palm. He dropped to his knees and licked the length of her slit, pulling his finger out and using it to spread the moisture all over. He lapped at her pussy, flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue, pushing two fingers in to fuck her. She felt John’s breath on her ass as he spread her cheeks with his hands and her body went stiff as he began to lick and play with her asshole, pushing the tip of his tongue in and licking the rim while Robert sucked on her clit. She relaxed and her knees felt like they’d give out as she got her pussy and her ass eaten at the same time. She almost lost her balance until Robert grabbed her waist with his strong, large hands and held her up, licking fervently at her pussy like a starving man. Darlene’s body exploded in orgasm when John slipped one finger into her ass and she writhed against Robert’s face, soaking his mouth, her cum dripping down her thighs. Still fucking her with his finger, John lowered his head to lick her thighs clean, then pulled his hand free and stood up, lifting her in his arms. He climbed onto the hay bale and sat her down, Robert following closely behind.

  They both kissed her, taking turns, then moved their mouths down and each took a breast between their lips. She rubbed her clit while they sucked and it was almost enough to bring her to another orgasm, but Robert stopped and pulled her hand away.

  Darlene looked up at him. He crouched so that his cock was close to her face and he pulled her head forward, pressing it between her lips. She opened her mouth gratefully, licking and kissing the head of his cock, pushing it down her throat and pumping her head back and forth. John reached for one of her hands and wrapped it around his own cock. She too
k one of them in each of her hands and pumped her fists around their cocks, switching her mouth back and forth between them. She would swirl her tongue around the head of John’s cock, then switch and do the same thing to Robert.

  “Put your hands down,” commanded Robert. She dropped them to her lap, pushing him deep down her throat, slobbering on his cock and sucking hard before turning her face to John. When it was Robert’s turn again, he lost control, holding the back of her head and fucking her mouth while she moaned around him. She opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out, and he came all over it, his body shaking.

  Darlene tried to put her mouth around John’s cock to finish him off, but he pushed her away, not quite ready to cum. While Robert rested a moment, John relished in having her all to himself. He sucked on her tits, her clit, planted kisses on her belly and bit into her neck.

  “Are you ready to be fucked, Darlene?” he asked in her ear. She nodded, a little nervous. She wondered if it would hurt. Tamera had told her it would sting, that she would bleed. Robert was watching her face the entire time.

  “Are you a virgin?” he asked, incredulous. She nodded shyly, blushing.

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” said John. He spread the lips of her pussy with his thumbs and angled the head of his cock against her opening. Robert stroked her hair back from her forehead, leaning down to kiss her lips.

  “Relax,” he told her, and she whimpered against his mouth when John pushed inside of her pussy. She felt a small pinch and some burning when he first began to gently slide in and out of her, but it quickly faded and was replaced by pleasure. She felt like she was being stretched to the gills, like she was going to burst. She was glad that John had went first—Robert’s cock was bigger, monstrous, and she wanted to work her way up to it.

  John’s hips began to move more quickly, arching upward, hitting her sweet spot over and over again.

  “She’s so fucking tight,” he said to Robert. “A fucking virgin. Jesus.”

  Darlene was moaning, lifting her hips rhythmically to meet John’s, squirming underneath him. Robert took her hand and placed it around his own cock, which had stiffened fully again. She began to jack him off while he licked her nipples, used one hand to rub her clit while John pumped in and out in fast strokes.

  She bucked underneath the younger man when she started to cum, squeezing Robert’s cock in her hand, almost screaming with the force of her pleasure. Both men rode her through it, causing another orgasm to course through her body. John was thrusting into her hard and fast, holding her legs apart with his hands until he came inside of her, groaning his pleasure. She felt empty when he pulled out, bereft, and she looked up at Robert with pleading eyes, wanting him to fill her up.

  He shifted to position himself between her legs, wrapping them around his hips.

  “Say please,” he told her, lightly slapping her cheek. She said it, begged him, and he slammed into her without warning.

  If she’d felt full before, she felt like her body would shatter now. He was massive. She could feel him all the way up in her stomach, in her throat. It felt like she was being impaled clean through.

  It felt incredible.

  “Oh, god,” she said, rubbing her clit as he fucked her, his body covering hers. He was kissing her with slow deliberation, pushing in as deep as he could go, knocking the wind out of her every time he hit the bottom of her aching pussy. He moved his lips to her neck and bit into it, beginning to fuck the life out of her, hitting hard and deep and fast. He was relentlessly aggressive, his body desperate and hungry. She moaned and moaned every time he slammed into her. It was extreme pain and pleasure all at once. She thought she could die then and be happy. That she would never feel any better.

  Robert’s eyes darted to John, who was sitting beside her. She had almost forgotten about him, so wrapped up was she in the overwhelming sensation of being fucked by Robert’s huge cock. Robert then pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, where John was waiting for her with his cock angled toward her mouth. She began to suck on it while Robert pushed in again, fucking her a little gentler. She moaned while she sucked on John’s cock, running her tongue along the bottom of it, wrapping her lips around the rim of the head and teasing it with the tip of her tongue. John was sliding in and out of her mouth slowly, holding onto her head, fucking her face from the front while Robert fucked her pussy from behind.

  Robert was pulling her hips back to slam against his while she sucked, and each time she would moan around John’s cock. She sucked harder the harder she got fucked.

  “Do you like that?” Robert asked her, his teeth clenched. John pulled out of her mouth so that she could answer. She tried to catch her breath before responding.

  “Yes,” she said. “Oh, I love it.”

  Robert wrapped his hands into her hair and pulled, arching her back while he pummeled her from behind. She reached down to rub her clit, holding John’s eye, watching him jerk himself off as she started to buck and cum and scream, her pussy clenching and spasming around Robert’s cock. She fell forward onto her arms when he pulled out of her, the hay scratching her face, trying to catch her breath.

  John lay on his back next to her and lifted her from the hay, positioning himself inside her and lowering her onto his cock. She hadn’t even had time to let her body relax, but she was beyond caring. All she could think about was getting as much pleasure as possible. She started to rock back and forth against his hips, fucking him, watching his face as she moved back and forth. She would gladly have fucked either of them one-on-one but it was even better this way, both of them having something different to offer. John worked magic with his hips from below, bringing them up to meet hers, curving in just the right angle to hit the best possible place inside of her. Robert was behind her, playing with her nipples as she rode John, biting into her neck, pulling her hair again. He lay down beside John then and pulled Darlene from atop him, pulling her down onto his cock, stretching her out. She went back and forth like this for a while, fucking them each with a few strokes, kissing the other while she did so. After she came on each of their cocks, she crawled down their bodies, began sucking them instead. They both filled her mouth with cum within minutes and then she swallowed and collapsed between them, spent.

  Robert petted her hair and John took one of her hands, brushing his lips over her fingers. She sat up and looked down at them, both magnificent, and grinned wickedly.

  “This has turned out to be a good vacation,” she said. Robert laughed and sat up. John looked like he was going to doze off, and in fact was asleep within minutes. Darlene climbed off the hay bale and got dressed, waiting for Robert before going back to the house. There, he only stripped her bare again, pulling her into the shower and fucking her one more time while soaping her clean.

  She was in her own bed when Tamera got home, her makeup running, her hair in disarray.

  “You’ll never believe how much of a slut I was tonight,” Darlene’s friend said. Darlene just grinned.

  “Tell me about it.”

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 9

  My father was dying.

  I stood beside his bed, trying not to weep, trying in vain to be brave. The village priest had already given him his last rites and taken his coin in recompense, and gone. Only my father’s widowed servant, Camille, and I remained at his bedside. My father, a landed knight who fought for the king at Bosworth Field, paid the price for his loyalty. After Richard was slaughtered and tossed into his nameless grave, the new king, the tyrant, called for the heads of those who fought against him. Citizens and nobles cried foul, for the tyrant, King Henry the Seventh, dated his reign the day before the battle. And King Richard, third of that name, was named traitor as were all who fought for him on that bloody day in August, the year fourteen eighty-five.

  Though the tyrant pardoned my father, the heavy fines for his disloyalty to king and country cost him his manor,
his servants, his men-at-arms, and his wife. Now, ten years later, aged before his time, Sir William Atworthy, sworn liege to the long-dead Duke of Norfolk, lay dying, penniless, in a hovel he wouldn’t have stabled his war stallion in. Though I grieved for my father, as I had my mother, I couldn’t help but fear what would happen to me. Camille would go live with her aged sister in Leicester. I had only two options: marriage or the nunnery.

  As my father hadn’t yet arranged a suitable marriage for me, I feared I would be sent to the abbey at St. Margaret’s. There, they would cut my glorious hair, put me in a wimple and force me into a vow of silence. I prayed every day on my knees since my father fell ill to not be sent to the abbey as a Bride of Christ. Lord Jesus, you don’t need another bride, do you?I knew my garrulous and headstrong spirit would die is such a place.

  As though hearing my thoughts, my father stirred. His eyes opened, roamed and fell on my wretched face. “Child,” he whispered.

  I seized his hand, tears flowing. “Father.”

  Trembling, his other hand rose, his fingers beckoned. Camille rose from her stool and fetched a sealed parchment. Dropping to her knees beside the small bed, she rested it within his hand. Then she bowed her head and began to tell her beads.