Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  The two lovers went home happily, their arms linked with one another. Their bodies were still slightly warm from their ardor.

  It was an all too new experience for the couple. With Cathy’s expertise, they were able to enhance the sexual act and make the most out of it. They had learned also to appreciate each other and value what the other person can contribute to their bond, which had definitely become stronger and richer.

  They were glad they had agreed to Cathy’s suggestion.

  Their clay pots were being completed well with the intricate designs evenly taking shape in the outer covering of their pots. Jena’s design was quite difficult to carve but it was materializing wonderfully with her patience and persistence. Colton’s flowery design is taking shape prettily too that they were sure they would earn good grades.

  “Feel free in designing your pots anyway you want them. Remember, your pot is you,” Cathy explained in no uncertain terms.

  The following class was eventful with every student coming up with something unique. There were quirky octopus arrangements, dainty flower arts and lovely sunset settings. In just a slab of clay people can tell the stories of their lives.

  The three of them looked forward to the next evening when they can discover and explore anew every sexual fantasy they had harbored deep within themselves.

  “So, what’s the next agenda for the day?” Colton inquired, thrilled at the prospect.

  Jena was on her toes as well, her body eager for both of their touches. She could sense the heat building up in her body.

  When they were at last alone in Cathy’s room, the air was palpable with the promise of more sexual adventures.

  “For today, you’ll learn about achieving orgasm. There are three major types of orgasms; the clitoral, the vaginal and the G-spot.” Cathy lectured.

  It was the first time Jena and Colton heard that there were different orgasms.

  “You achieve orgasm in all cases but the type and quality may vary based on the process. You should not lose the chance to undergo all of these types of sensual pleasures,” Cathy informed them.

  “An actual demonstration is in order,” Cathy concluded.

  Then she allowed her robe to slide off her body as Jena and Colton once more admired her perfect figure.

  Jena and Colton caressed her as she stood there trying to lecture them. Her sex appeal was just too strong that they were not able to ignore her elegant beauty.

  It was once more a free for all. You choose what you want and do what you want, as long as it doesn’t inflict pain. They were cavorting wantonly in no time at all that their bodies were once more hot with the flames of love.

  After the caressing and massaging portion, the fingering and sucking portion came next. Cathy taught them how to search for the G-spot. “It’s the area in the vagina that feels rough as compared to the smooth portions.”

  Jena felt for it and her index finger encountered a ‘rough’ area found at the back part of her tight crack. “You can stimulate it by massaging it firmly,” Cathy instructed her. She also let Colton feel it. “It’s one alternative to clitoral stimulation.”

  As Cathy instructed them with their anatomy, Jena and Colton found it sexily appealing. The nerve fibers connected to their male and female traits were once again triggered.

  Colton continued palpating Jena’s spot and found himself getting horny. It felt soft and pliant to his fingers that it made him think of how it would feel to hit it with his schlong. It must be delectable and mouth-watering.

  When Colton got into the action, his fingers became deft and Jena rotated her hips to allow his fingers more maneuverability. The G-spot stimulation felt more intense and appeared to produce an excellent orgasm than the clitoral, Jena concluded.

  As Colton massaged her, he kissed her and played with her tits; tasting her essence and womanhood.

  Cathy took off her dress, as well, and took turns caressing any skin that was free on the body surface of the two lovers. She would fondle their mounds of pleasure every now and then and would kiss them too.

  The tension was building up and the veins in Colton’s face were bulging with his effort in arousing Jena. She was obviously as horny as hell as she raised her hips and ground it against his exploring fingers.

  Colton increased her pace by using his index finger in flicking her G-spot, while toying with her tits. Jena was writhing, her body moving here and there like a contortionist. “Oh sweet Jesus,” Jena groaned in ecstasy, “yes, press it more harder please,” she prodded him.

  Jena was lying on her back, her legs spread wide, while Colton was crouched over her like a lion devouring her fallen prey.

  Cathy alternated with Colton in rendering ‘lip service’ to Jena; her soft, sensuous mouth - a contrast to Colton’s manly rougher lips.

  Jena observed that the G-spot massage gave a broader arousal; the tips of her feet and hands were tingling and quivering, and her abdomen was taut as a violin string ready to be strummed.

  When Colton used his lips and tongue to enhance the stimulation, Jena howled like she was in pain. “Oh Jeez, Oh God, God,” Jena hollered madly.

  “Now, fuck her hard,” Cathy prodded Colton.

  Colton didn’t wait for a second command; he straightened, wagging his massive dick and straddled Jena, inserting his manhood in one quick movement. Then he pounded like hell, not bothering to stop.

  “You have to control your passion,” Cathy held his biceps to reduce his pounding. “Increase the rhythm but bask in the sensation of how her pussy clings to your shaft. Savor the friction of your organs against each other. Let the moment linger and enjoy every moment.”

  Colton slowed down a bit but continued pounding Jena, rendering deep thrusts until the hilt of his shaft reached her pubic bone.

  The young couple were drenched in sweat, their bodies glistening in the light as their naked, nubile bodies cavorted and twisted wildly.

  It was a fascinating scene that depicts the unadulterated human basic need that is sex.

  If Cathy had a cam at hand, she would have snapped the image.

  Cathy decided she had to be an active participant of the event or she will surely regret it eventually. Colton was on top of Jena, so Cathy strapped on a dildo to her waist. The dildo had been kept clean and sterile in her drawer.

  When Cathy nuzzled the tip of the ‘do’ at the opening of Colton’s anus, he gave a start, but didn’t care less because his body was out there in vast space floating with indescribable emotions. Only the awareness of his dick existed, and he was swirling in the vortex of joy as his body juddered and every piece of his flesh vibrated with joy. The sensations multiplied as he drove in into Jena’s juicy and narrow petals.

  It was the first time that Jena and Colton encountered such alien sensations that seemed to have come from outer space. They could not imagine in their wildest dreams that such delicious sensations ever existed.

  Cathy squirted the lube all over the dildo and squeezed Colton’s ass, “This one’s a dearie,” she stated jovially.

  She then started driving in the ‘do’ into Colton’s anal opening.

  “Is it okay?” Cathy asked him.

  “Holy cow . . . just . . . do it,” he said in gasps, expecting pain and pleasure.

  “Yes, sireee. Here it comes,” Cathy waited for Colton to thrust and she humped simultaneously with him. This increased the pressure on Jena’s pussy and she bawled like a child, pounding her fist on the bed.

  “Oooooh, yes, yes, harder,” she urged Colton.

  Colton felt the tip of the dildo entering his anus and he felt good. It was as if he was defecating one big feces. But on top of that, there was a sweet building up tension in his anus. This intensified as Cathy went deeper and deeper with each thrust. The tension went higher and higher until it was ready to burst.

  Jena’s voice was hoarse with her incessant cries and moans but she didn’t mind because she was finally experiencing the big, big “O”.

  Cathy’s dild
o has nearly disappeared in the folds of Colton’s anus, and Cathy broke into a sweat as she started pulling and pushing the huge ‘do’ out of his small anal opening. Within minutes of pumping, Colton arched his back and gave a long drawn-out growl. His whole body shuddered and he ejaculated into Jena’s shaking pussy. He withdrew his dick and the viscid fluid squirted upwards and fell, forming tear-drop figure as it hit the bedcover. Cathy had to disengage herself with the dildo and be content of gently juggling his balls as he climaxed.

  Jena had also climaxed; her eyes rolling like pinballs, and her body jerking like she was in a catatonic seizure. “Oooooh, holy Jesus. OOOOOH!” She shouted her delight as her orgasms rolled in, one after the other.

  Colton was duplicating Jena’s cries and groans of pleasure. He was sure that the physical impressions of the act will remain forever in his memory. It was a one in a million occurrence. His cherry was popped but he was deliriously overjoyed with the results.

  Cathy was observing them gladly and felt self-fulfilled that they had listened well and learned from her.

  Jena and Colton lay dog-tired on the bed but they were fully gratified with every sensory nerve endings in their body singing praises to whoever is up there. If there was heaven, then they had just experienced it.

  After a few minutes of savoring their sexual fulfillment, Colton said to Cathy: “Teacher, thank you for everything. Can we return the favor?”

  “That’s not necessary,” Cathy replied, laughing.

  “Oh, please, ask whatever you want,” Jena seconded.

  “There’s nothing really, except wishing you all the best in your relationship.”

  Jena, however, pulled her on the bed and spread her thighs. “Now, let me show you what I’ve learned,” she said naughtily, as her tongue made a pass on Cathy’s pussy.

  Cathy didn’t refuse, but lifted her legs and placed them on Jena’s shoulders. This offered Jena wide access to her cunt. “Now, let me see if you’ve truly learned.”

  Jena dived in with her tongue sticking out, ready to rim her outer lips. Jena ran her tongue up and down Cathy’s slit, while her hands tweaked her nipples and tits occasionally. Cathy sighed and surrendered herself to Jena’s adoration of her womanhood. When Jena noticed that Cathy was following her tongue frantically, she flicked her clitoris, finally.

  Cathy gasped and met Jena’s tongue with her pussy, grinding against it madly.

  Colton was attracted to the scene and his dick started to grow erect anew. He knelt and positioned himself right above Cathy’s face. Cathy raised her head to get his semi-rigid penis into her mouth. Colton sighed and held his dick enjoying the attention from Cathy’s mouth.

  It was a love train with the three of them connected. I have to fuck her, Colton thought, as a gesture of farewell. He motioned Jena to swap places with her. Jena did and soon, she was kissing Cathy and sucking her nipples while Colton was doing cunnilingus.

  When the stage was set and everything was in aflame, Colton mounted Cathy. The effect on him was therapeutic. He felt all the stress and fatigue melt away as he thrust into her. Her mound of erogenous one was not as tight as Jena’s but there was warmth and controlled tightness that she commanded at will at the most appropriate times. When he wanted her tight, the walls of her slit narrowed and when he wanted her opened, her pussy expanded. “That movement is due to my Kegel exercises,” Cathy murmured to his ear. “I’ll teach Jena, don’t worry.”

  He penetrated her slowly and lightly at first, feeling her walls and how her petals opened. Then he increased his tempo and the pressure. When he felt Cathy nearing her orgasm, he bucked like a wild stallion and pounded her – going inwards and then outwards with such force that the bed rattled and shook.

  Jena sucked on Cathy’s nips as Colton shoved deeply into her and held his dick in place as they both climaxed strongly, their bodies joined at the hips while they continued fondling each other. Jena was watching them closely as their bodies burned in the throes of their climaxes and she smiled.

  This can be an interesting ride, she thought gladly.

  Story 12

  Chapter One

  I felt this weight come off of my shoulders when I finally signed my name on the document. My ex-husband was across from me glaring daggers. Our lawyers had tried to keep things amicable, but the divorce proceedings were ugly. I was fortunate enough to hire a shark. She was well aware of the pitfalls of marriage and divorce.

  Joan Nicholson had gotten me a sizable settlement using the clause in the prenuptial agreement against him.

  “I’m glad we could come to this compromise. My client is very happy with the monthly stipend along with several different properties.” I couldn’t take away his art collection.

  He had hurt me severely by sleeping with another woman in our marriage bed. I should have wanted to castrate him, but the art was going to be his as a consolation prize.

  I didn’t feel sexy and I needed a new lease on my life after the ink was dry on my divorce. I had to stop living in his considerable shadow as eye candy on his arm.

  “It’s not like you gave us much of a choice. We either agreed to your terms or you take this in front of the judge. We all know my client was unhappy with his current relationship and sought the comfort of another woman. There’s no reason to go and revisit the past. It’s not like anything can be done to change what has already happened.” The paper was in front of my ex-husband. Jack didn’t look very happy. He must’ve thought his dalliance was some well-kept secret.

  “Jack, sign the divorce papers and we can be free of all of this. I want you to be happy, but you’re not going to find it with me. We are lucky that Heather is old enough to understand this. She’s living her own life with a young man we both approve of. I don’t know what is in store for us, but it has to be far better than how we have been living in misery.” He was looking at me strangely most likely trying to figure out what was different and had no clue my hair had lost a few inches. It wasn’t the only thing, but I was going to reveal that in good time.

  “I was wrong and I should have agreed to counseling long before things got out of hand. I was weak and I fell for the first pretty young thing to show me any kind of affection. We had something special, but it’s over. The one thing we can agree on is Heather is the best thing to come out of this marriage.” We had agreed to refrain from badmouthing each other in front of her.

  “Don’t be surprised to find me with another man. I have a lot to offer the right man, but this time, I’m not going to settle for second best. I’ve learned from my mistakes. I mistakenly thought I could change you.” I was dressed in a black and white mini-dress with enough skin to garner the attention of the opposite sex.

  “Celeste, I wish there was another way, but we need this time apart to find ourselves. I do hope someday in the future we can find our way back to one another. I don’t begrudge you your happiness.” He was in remarkable shape and his law practice had grown to multimillion-dollar contracts in the span of 15-years. I was there from the very beginning when he was scraping and crawling.

  I had listened to him talk about chasing ambulances for clients. Heather was barely 20-years-old, but she had found her prince charming in a young IT exec. He was a bit of a nerd but I knew he was the right man for her. He could provide with security.

  “I can forgive a lot of things, but finding you in our marriage bed with the maid next door was the last and final straw. I still can’t believe you said it’s not what it looks like. You were on top of her with the sheet draped over you. Did you really believe I was going to turn around and leave you both to finish? You’re lucky the knot on the back of your head was the only thing you got. To be honest, I was aiming the figurine of the dolphin at her. You just got in the way.” I didn’t mind confessing and there was a lot of water under the bridge after everything was said and done.

  “I really believed we could make it work. I know it wasn’t right to drag your parents into our marital dispute. I thought being from a
religious family would make them more susceptible to my confession of infidelity. Your father chased me out of the house with a shotgun blast over my head.” My family was religious, but we fought to protect one another with every breath from our bodies.

  “I’m sure you’re wondering about the new dress and hairdo. I need some time to figure out what I’m going to do with the rest of my life. I have first class accommodations on a flight to Jamaica in about 2-hours. We need to hurry this along. I know how final it might feel to put your name on the document, but it’s not going to get any easier.” I leaned forward showing him my breasts and letting him see the work the Dr. had done. It wasn’t for him. I found it necessary to bolster my self-image by going under the knife. It was money well spent.

  He swallowed hard and ran his sweaty hand through his brown hair. He was pulling at the collar of his cobalt shirt and feeling a little uncomfortable in his own skin. I wasn’t wearing a bra to accentuate the curves of my body in a way to make him eat his heart out.