Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  Anne Marie wrapped her arms around Lance and kissed him, even harder than before, with even more passion, but something else, too. Something more emotional than lust, though the lust was there, too.

  “I need both of you,” she whispered, and it was so damn true that it made her whole body ache. She did need them. Both of them. She always had. As for Lance’s question, she ignored it. For the moment, anyway.

  “Who do you want first?” Austen, always the bolder one, asked. Anne Marie smirked and shook her head. They’d misunderstood her.

  “No,” she said, looking at both of them with a challenge in her dark eyes. “Together. Both of you. At the same time.”

  Lance got it first. He smirked back at her, and started to strip out of his clothes, revealing that hot, muscular body once more. When he was totally bare for her, he lay back on a bale of hay, his cock completely erect and leaking all over his flat stomach.

  “Right ,” he whispered, and she had never seen so much sexual challenge in anyone’s eyes before. Could she really take it? He asked her that question without words, and she smirked, answering in the same way.

  Anne Marie threw her leg over him, rubbing her pussy lips over his length. She remembered exactly how thick he was, and she knew that this was going to be intense, but that didn’t stop her from reaching down and gripping that hard cock in her hand. She squeezed it, and then suddenly drove herself down onto it, taking him deep within her body in one smooth, perfect motion.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned, her back arched, her breasts thrust hard, nipples hard and wanting. She felt full, so full, already, and she didn’t even have everything that she wanted yet.

  Just as she was thinking that, she felt Austen come up behind her. She stopped her movements, staying very still, letting him line himself up. The bales of hay lifted Anne Marie and Lance up enough that they were at the perfect level, and soon enough, Annie Marie felt another cock pressing against her entrance.

  “Do it,” she whispered. She had no idea if she could take it, two hung, gorgeous cowboys at once, but she was sure the hell going to try.

  Austen, to his credit, went slow. Anne Marie gasped as she felt the thick, blunt head of his dick press against her hole. He breached her, and slowly, inch by inch, he worked himself into her.

  She was so wet and eager, and that was the only reason that it worked. His cock slid inside of her pussy, which was already stuffed with Lance’s. It filled her up like she had never been filled before, with a pleasure so intense that it was almost painful. Or was it pain so intense that it couldn’t be anything but pleasure?

  Right away, Anne Marie was coming, her tight sheathe locking around both of the cocks that stuffed her full. It was like she couldn’t stop. One wave of pleasure would crest, and then she would be grabbed by the next and flung even higher into something that could only be called ecstasy.

  Those two enormous dicks inside her twitched against each other, and then they were both spurting inside of her, making her slick enough that they could actually both move a little bit more freely, even in her tight channel. Each and every movement had another burst of sensation rushing through her body, stealing her breath, making him squirm on both of them in something that was like an orgasm, but about ten thousand times more intense.

  Anne Marie half blacked out, trapped on those two enormous dicks. She rested her head on Lance’s chest and breathed, barely able to force air into her lungs, almost completely overwhelmed.

  “So? When are you leaving?” Austen was panting, but he had recovered enough that he could speak. Which was more than Anne Marie could say. “And when are you coming back?”

  There was hope in his voice, and in Lance’s eyes. Hope that maybe they could make this work. Maybe it would have to be unconventional, but this whole thing had been like that from the very start. Why stop now?

  “My whole life is in New York,” Anne Marie finally answered the question that Lance had asked her before they’d gotten into things again. “But I’ll be back. Every damn opportunity and you two better be waiting for me. Both of you.”

  From their smiles, she could tell that her terms were acceptable. More than acceptable. Pretty much perfect.

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 61

  Chapter One

  I was home on holiday break and enjoying the leering glances of the neighbor husband’s. I loved to flaunt what God gave me by running in skimpy outfits early in the morning. It gave me a thrill to have them undress me with their eyes. I had no idea how far I was willing to go. It was a matter of letting my body talk for me.

  My long blond hair was secured in pigtails. I was giving off this innocent vibe. There was really nothing innocent about me. I had already been with five different guys in the span of two years. When I turned 18 and moved away to college it gave me the freedom to express myself physically. There were no restrictions.

  “I don’t mind saying you have grown up to be a very beautiful young woman.” Nicholas was not exactly shy about showing his affections.

  “I doubt your wife would love hearing you talk to me like this.” I wasn’t saying he couldn’t, but I was letting him know I knew the wedding ring around his finger was cutting off the circulation to his brain.

  “What she doesn’t know doesn’t hurt her. It’s not like we’re doing anything wrong by talking. Just because I look doesn’t mean anything’s going to happen.” The black spandex top was not exactly hiding my endowment. There weren’t many things I wore that didn’t see me coming into the room chest first.

  “It’s dangerous to tease me.” I sprinted forward with my backside on display in the tight red shorts.

  I had nothing on underneath them and it was rather enticing to have him follow me like a puppy dog on a leash.

  “I don’t see what’s dangerous about it. I admire the woman you have become. I remember when you were a little girl and skinned your knee after falling off the bicycle. I was there with a first aid kit, but I would rather show you a different side of my bedside manner.” My purple shoes pounded against the pavement. I suddenly turned and went into a path leading down to the beach.

  I wasn’t the least bit surprised when I heard his labored breathing labored behind me. I had to slow down to give him a moment to catch his breath. He wasn’t exactly dressed to run long distances.

  “I appreciate the compliment, but your remarks could be construed as inappropriate. I would be very careful to know your audience.” I went through the trees with the different colored leaves barely hanging on after a harsh fall in New Hampshire.

  “I don’t see you pushing me away. I must be doing something right.” I could hear the water lapping against the shore and the ocean spray was soon a reminder that summer was still a few months away.

  “I’m curious to see how far you are willing to take this.” I came to a halt, bent at the waist with my hands on my knees.

  My day perked up when he put his hands on my hips and began to push up against me. It was barely 6:00 AM and most people were still snug in their beds at this hour.

  He was nicely tanned and had just returned from Puerto Rico on vacation with his wife. His hair was tinged with a bit of gray, but it only made him look a little more distinguished.

  I was barely 5’2, 115 pounds with Emerald green eyes like a cat stalking her prey. I had no problem attracting the opposite sex. I learned the tricks of the trade by watching those at college a little more promiscuous.

  “Talking is one thing and touching is another. A man like you should know the distinction between the two. I do admit what you have in your possession is of interest to me. I have been thinking about doing some babysitting while I’m on holiday break from college. Do you think that you would be in need of my services?” I was dipping my toe into the water without coming out and saying the naughty things I had in my mind.

  “I could be persuaded to give you a chance. I might even be willing to give you
a bonus for a ‘job’ well done. Give me one good reason why I should change babysitters.” I could read between the lines and I pushed back against him to feel his raging libido.

  “I’m sure that I can be pretty damn persuasive if given the proper incentive. What would the job pay and remember I’m not your normal 16-year-old babysitter. I’m a full grown woman who needs extra cash for the holidays.” He was over 6 feet tall, 50 years old and didn’t look older than 30.

  His collegiate run in football gave him muscles to admire from afar when he was watching his car in only a tee shirt and a pair of tight-fitting jeans. His shoulders were huge. His wife Jessica was one lucky girl to have him waiting for her at the end of the day.

  “I did mention there was going to be a massive bonus.” He was referring to his package and I was reasonably certain it was well over 9-inches.

  “I have no problem mixing business with pleasure.” I proved my point by spinning around and facing him.

  “I get this feeling like I’m going to be glad to have you home.” I wasn’t exactly subtle by how I stuck my hand down the front of his shorts.

  “I would say my holidays are looking up. It appears you have something to give me for an early Christmas present.” I didn’t even bother looking around to see if we were making a spectacle of ourselves.

  “Payton, you do make me glad to be alive.” I had no idea what kind of sex life he had with his wife or if he had something on the side. It didn’t matter.

  I was stroking the length of his member with one hand and then I made room for the other one. I was using two hands to pleasure him. It wasn’t long before I felt the telltale sign of his arousal at the tip. I pulled his shorts away from his body to look down at his well-proportioned anatomy.

  “I do like to get my hands dirty and apparently, sticky at the same time.” I pulled the string from the head to my quivering lip.

  “This is a good way for you to get the job.” There was one job in particular which was going to feel better with me on my knees.

  I dropped unceremoniously in front of him, taking a hold of his shorts and dragging them down along his chiseled physique. They were around his ankles. He was ramrod stiff and delicious looking. This was a Christmas feast better than any Turkey I was going to get from the family.

  “I hope you can contain yourself. I like to enjoy a long and time-consuming exploration of your body. This part of your anatomy is exactly what I have been waiting for to sink my teeth into.” I took a hold of him and studied the thick and demanding shaft.

  “I’ve always wondered what it would be like.” I was blowing warm air on his over-inflated glands.

  “There’s no reason to wonder any longer. Just don’t be surprised at how easily you will become my sexual puppet. I have this funny way of making men do my bidding. You can still walk away, but I know you won’t.” It was large and imposing with a winking eye on top already dripping his excitement.

  I was sharing with him my expertise and my many hours of perfecting my technique. I inhaled the knob. I was applying enough suction to have no problem dragging the rest of those inches across the surface of my fluttering tongue. This was a mutual exchange of sexual pleasures. I had found going down on a guy was a good way to spark my libido.

  “It’s pretty damn risky to do this no more than a block away from my house. It’s going to be even riskier when we do it on the bed I share with my wife.” He was standing in profile with his hands holding onto my pigtails. It was a wild world with many delights of the male persuasion to satisfy my sweet tooth.

  I buried him in my throat and swallowed several times to see his wide-eyed expression of sexual desire. I let my lips slide back up to the head where I could concentrate my tongue on the mushroom shape. I knew exactly what to do to make him respond in kind.

  His masculine scent had me reeling and my hand was no longer still. I made sure to undo the snap to my shorts and sneak my fingers to where I was already soaking wet. The lips were slick to the touch. I easily penetrated up to the first knuckle with my index finger.

  I made sure to watch his reaction and how his body responded to certain stimuli. Grazing his balls with my fingernails made him jump. His cock jerked and spurted one long line of sweet cream to the back of my mouth. He was rather surprised, but I knew exactly what I was doing. I’d seen the same result many times in the past. I was no stranger to picking up on the cues.

  “I haven’t had someone go down on me like this… I really don’t remember the last time.” I felt that he was deserving of a blast from his past.

  It was interesting how he said someone instead of a woman. It was a slip of the tongue meant to encourage me to think of him getting in touch with his bisexuality.

  The very idea of him being with another man fed me an adrenaline rush of hungry determination. I picked up the pace and was using my one free hand to stroke him at the same time. He was breathing erratically and all the blood had rushed to his lower extremities.

  “I can’t do this… I can’t hold back any longer.” I could see the break in his resolve and the slight lurch of his hips had me aware of what was going to happen next.

  The vein was throbbing and the head swelled two times its size. His masculine hands held me firmly by the shoulders. He grunted with several jets of his creamy discharge trying to drown me. I kept up with the demand. It was an effort, but I had been down this road a few times to know what I was getting myself into.

  I left him standing there with thoughts of what I would do the next time we met underneath his roof. I was smiling from ear to ear. I had a feeling my financial hardship was coming to an end.

  Chapter Two

  My parents were away until Christmas Eve on a well-deserved vacation to the Bahamas. They were both lawyers and had spent most of their lives in the courtroom. The photos of our family showed the love and respect we had for one another. I had to believe being an only child made me act out.

  Nicholas was waiting for me and I had already received calls from three other families. It appeared Nicholas wasn’t able to keep his mouth shut about what happened on the beach. He had shared the vivid details with his friends. I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about him speaking out of turn. I had to decide on a suitable punishment for his loose lips.

  I had a few supplies in my knapsack over my shoulder. I knocked on the door. The suspicious eye of Jessica was standing in an evening gown leaving little to the imagination.

  “I don’t know what you said to get this job, but you must’ve been pretty damn persuasive. Payton, Johnny is upstairs playing video games. You probably won’t hear from him the entire night leaving you to have the run of the place.” I thought it best to wear something sensible without being revealing.

  The jeans were painted on my body. It would take the Jaws of Life to get out of them. I had on a thin white shirt with a cumbersome bra underneath to keep my boulders in place. There was another denim shirt over that. It was buttoned all the way to the top.

  “Where’s Nicholas?” He was mysteriously absent and a taxi was rolling up to the curb.

  “He’s not going to be joining me this evening. He had some unfinished work to do at the office. Tonight, I’m going solo to my Christmas party and I’m going to use this time to let my hair down.” She grabbed her colorful wrap from the door and laid it over her shoulders.

  The taxi was barely out of sight when I felt someone behind me. I almost jumped out of my skin. I was jostled and somewhat startled by the appearance of Nicholas.

  “I’ve been waiting three days to get you alone. I’ve been reliving the moment on the beach like an obscene movie playing in my head. I parked down the road at a friend’s house. I had no interest in being her trophy husband for the evening.” I felt something nudging me from behind and I turned to find him completely naked.

  “I don’t suppose you have given any consideration to what would happen if Johnny came downstairs.” He was poking me with the dynamite between his legs. There was no hindering
my vision from seeing him from the top of his head down to his toes.

  “I’m way ahead of you. I gave him permission to go to a party. He snuck out the window about 20-minutes ago. It leaves us to continue what we started on the beach.” He extinguished the lights.

  My hand went to my mouth in surprise by the neon green cock ring around the base of his equipment.

  “I can honestly say I’ve never had any man use one of those on me. You have my curiosity piqued.” I grabbed onto him with the purpose of taking him upstairs and putting his marriage bed to the test.

  He stood like stone in place by the door until I heard the light knocking. I was a little perplexed, but he didn’t seem the least bit put off by having a visitor at this time of night.