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KINKY EROTICA 57

4 FILTHY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

Taylor Jordan

Dirk Rockwell

JT Holland

Scotty Diggler

 Copyright 2018 by BS Publications

BS PUBLICATIONS

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DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, femdom, and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are over 18 years old.

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

BACK DOOR SLUT BY TAYLOR JORDAN

A PAIR OF DIRTY SLUTS BY DIRK ROCKWELL

MY BARELY LEGAL NEIGHBOR TAKES CONTROL BY JT HOLLAND

MY NAUGHTY BABES: MELANIE BY SCOTTY DIGGLER

 

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BACK DOOR SLUT

TAYLOR JORDAN

 

Brooke was a size queen. She liked cocks that were big enough to fill her up, ones that she could feel pressing against her vaginal walls, ones that poked their tips up against her insides while she was being fucked.

To be fair, she enjoyed cocks of all sizes. But she loved big cocks. The bigger the better. And she’d been with some men that had huge ones. Cocks that were 10, 11, 12 inches long. Cocks that were as wide as a Maglite. And some that were both.

But none of the cocks she’d ever come across were as big as Steven’s. It was monstrous.

As soon as Brooke saw Steven at the club she had a feeling that he had a big cock. She had a sixth sense about these things as was rarely wrong.

And when she glanced down at his bulge, she saw that her suspicions were confirmed. But it wasn’t until she “accidentally” brushed her hand against it that she realized just how big it was. Certainly within her range of enjoyment with the potential for even more.

From the moment she brushed her hand against Steven’s cock, Brooke just wanted to touch it, play with it, fondle it. Suck on it for a bit. Then stick it in her pussy. And quickly.

Whether it was in the bathroom or in the storage closet or in the back parking lot of the club, she didn’t care. She just needed it. Right now.

“Hey baby,” Brooke said, whispering into Steven’s ear. “I know this is crazy, being that we don’t even know each other, but I really want to get a closer look at your cock. What do you say?”

If Steven was surprised, he didn’t show it. Brooke guessed that, due to his looks, this sort of thing happened to him on a fairly regular basis.

Steven glanced over at Brooke and gave her a good look-over, then smiled and nodded his head. “That sounds like fun,” he replied.

This didn’t surprise Brooke any more than getting hit on had surprised Steven. With her cute face and stunning body, she rarely got turned down by men.

“Where to?” Brooke asked.

“Out the back door,” Steven said. “There’s a loading dock that’s pretty private.”

“Sounds perfect,” Brooke said. She took his hand and led him through the crowd, snaking her way through the people towards the back door.

Brooke was already wet from excitement. She knew they wouldn’t be able to get too freaky in a public place, especially one as uncomfortable as a loading dock, but that was perfectly fine with her. She didn’t think they’d be able to get too crazy anyway, not with the size of his cock. She hadn’t got a good look at it yet, but from what she could tell from feeling it behind his pants, it was huge. Potentially the biggest cock she’d ever been with, which was saying a lot.

Once they reached the back door, Brooke popped it open and pulled Steven outside. They were going at it before the door had even closed behind them.

Brooke slipped her tongue into his mouth and explored around while immediately running her hand down to his cock and rubbing it through his pants. It hardened beneath her touch, going from large to enormous within seconds. She decided she needed a closer look at it right away.

Dropping to her knees, Brooke undid Steven’s zipper, reached into his pants, and carefully negotiated his cock through the hole created by the open zipper. It wasn’t even fully stiff yet and it was already immense. At least twelve inches long and nearly as wide as a water bottle.

“Holy shit,” she said, laughing to herself.

“Not bad,  huh?” Steven said.

“It’s fucking incredible,” Brooke said, grinning up at him. “It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Just wait until it reaches its full potential,” Steven said, smiling down at her.

“Let’s help it get there,” Brooke said, opening her mouth and sticking the tip of his cock inside of it. She had to open as wide as she could just to get her lips around it.

“That’s a good girl,” Steven said. “Open wide, baby.”

Brooke pushed her head forward, swallowing as much of his cock as she could but couldn’t even get half of it inside her mouth. She was used to sucking on big cocks but Steven’s was just ridiculous. She only had a couple dildos bigger than it and they were mostly just used as props, not actual toys.

After bobbing on his cock for a good thirty seconds, Brooke pulled her head back to catch her breath. Tears were dripping down her cheeks from the effort, but she was thoroughly enjoying the challenge of Steven’s cock.

“You okay down there?” he asked.

“I’m fucking great,” she said, looking up at him from her knees.

“It’s quite a load, isn’t it?” Steven said.

“It sure is,” Brooke replied. “But I’m not done yet. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”

“I’m sure you do,” he said, laughing softly.

Brooke gathered up a bunch of saliva and spit on his cock, then worked it into his flesh, jerking him off with both her hands on his cock at the same time. She spit on it again and jerked him off with more speed as his cock hardened up further.

“That’s right, baby,” Steven said. “Work that fucking cock. Get it nice and hard.”

It was definitely coming along, but certainly not completely hard yet. So Brooke decided to up the ante a bit.

Pulling one hand off Steven’s cock, she reached into his pants and grabbed ahold of his balls. After fondling them for a bit while still jerking him off with her free hand, Brooke pulled them out of his pants too. They were just as proportionally large as his cock, a couple of low-hanging fruits that were just waiting to get sucked on.

Dropping her head down further, Brooke scooted forward and took Steven’s balls in her mouth. Still jerking him off, she sucked on his testicles, one at a time at first, then both together while Steven moaned in pleasure. With his balls still in her mouth, Brooke looked up at him from behind his cock and could see how much he was enjoying himself, which turned her on even further.

With her free hand, Brooke went to work on her pussy, slipping her fingers under her skirt and beneath her panties and sliding them into her already wet snatch. She released his balls from her mouth and went back to work on his cock, jamming it as far into her mouth as she could while she played with herself.

Her excitement allowed her to push further, forcing more of Steven’s cock into her mouth. She had nearly swallowed three-quarters of it when she finally pulled away, gasping and heaving, saliva pouring out of her mouth and three fingers planted deep in her pussy.

“Not bad,” Steven said. “Not bad at all.”

“Thanks, baby,” Brooke said, her hand still grasping his shaft tightly as she climbed to her feet. “But now I want to know how your huge fucking cock feels inside of me.”

“Yeah?” Steven asked. “Are you sure you can handle it?” He sounded serious but the smile on his face betrayed his true intentions, which were to tease more than challenge her.

She glared at him. “I live for cocks like yours. Show me what you can do with it.”

“If you insist,” Steven said. He spun her around so her ass was to him and pushed her up against the wall of the building. Using her hands to brace herself, Brooke slid her feet apart and stuck her ass out towards him.

Casting a glance back towards Steven, Brooke lifted up her skirt, revealing her tight, toned ass that was hidden only by her black g-string. She grabbed ahold of her panties and yanked them to the side, freeing up her wet pussy for Steven’s cock.

And he took advantage, sidling up to her and grabbing ahold of his cock and slipping it into her pussy without any pretense.

Brooke let out a low, deep groan, part pleasure and part pain as Steven forced his humungous cock into her pussy. She was used to having big cocks in there but he was in a different world completely, and even though she knew from brief experience how large his cock truly was, it still was a surprise at how much it stretched her pussy out when it was inside of her.

“Ohmyfuckinggod,” Brooke said, saying all the words in a single, breathless burst.

“Are you okay?” Steven asked, concerned at her tone. He paused with his cock halfway inside of her.

“I’m great,” Brooke said. “Don’t worry about me. I’m having a wonderful time.”

“Are you sure?” Steven asked.

“Positive,” she said, still barely able to talk. “Keep going. I can take it, even if I sound like I can’t.”

“If you insist,” Steven said, pushing his hips forward some more, forcing more of his cock into Brooke’s pussy.

“There you go,” she said, careful not to concern him with her tone. She wanted to feel his whole cock inside her. The pain was just as important part of the experience as the pleasure, and she didn’t want him to worry that she couldn’t take it. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Steven got almost his entire cock inside her before he started working his hips back and forth, moving gently against her at first, giving her a chance to get used to his size.

And she was getting used to it, little by little. Brooke’s pussy was stretching out to accommodate him, and even though she knew she wouldn’t get totally comfortable with his cock inside her, she was fine with that. It was all part of the experience.

“Harder,” Brooke said after half a minute of Steven moving slowly against her. “Fuck me harder. Like you mean it. Don’t be afraid. You won’t hurt me.”

Steven shook his head in amazement and laughed under his breath but did as she asked, pumping his hips faster and faster, fucking her more aggressively with every thrust.

“That’s right, that’s right,” Brooke said. “Just like that, just like that!”

Steven was grunting now as his body slammed up against Brooke’s ass. His hands were on her hips and he was pulling her towards him every time he came forward, forcing his cock deeper inside her with every single pump.

“Holy shit, holy fucking shit!” Brooke said as Steven continued to pound her from behind. His cock felt incredible inside of her pussy, just the right amount of pain to go along with the pleasure she was experiencing.

It felt so good that it wasn’t long before she was right on the edge of an intense orgasm. She thrust one hand between her legs and started rubbing away at her clit to help bring it along.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Brooke cried as Steven worked her insides with his enormous cock while she worked her clit with her fingers. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

And cum she did, her body stiffening for a moment before releasing in a rush, her legs nearly buckling as Steven continued hammering away at her pussy, only slowing down once her orgasm had passed.

“I want to taste your fucking cock,” Brooke said, looking back at him.

“What was that?”

“I want to lick my pussy juices off your cock,” she said.

“Beg for it,” Steven said, flashing her a little grin.

“Please,” Brooke said, changing the tone of her voice per his request. “Please let me taste my pussy juices off of your hard, enormous cock.”

Laughing softly, Steven shook his head in amazement. “How can I deny a request like that?” he asked.

He took two steps back, slipping his cock out of Brooke’s pussy. She turned around and dropped to her knees and opened her mouth wide and slid his cock inside of it.

Brooke went to town on it, sucking her juices off Steven’s cock with reckless abandon, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could and holding it there, halfway down her throat, for a full ten seconds before pulling off.

“Holy fucking shit,” Steven said, smiling down at her. “That was awesome.”

Brooke winked at him then starting licking his cock with her tongue, running it up and down his shaft, completely cleaning his cock of her pussy juices while she maintained eye contact the entire time.

“That feels fucking incredible,” Steven said as she finished cleaning his cock.

“That’s the idea,” Brooke said, flicking her tongue up against the tip of his cock a couple of times. “How about we finish this up and go back inside for a bit,” she said.

“Already?” Steven said. “I’m having too much fun to end now.”

“Not for good,” she said, still jerking him off while she talked. “Just a capper on the appetizer. Then we’ll head back inside and hang out for a while before going back to my place to get real freaky later tonight.”

“That sounds like a great plan,” he said.

“I think so too,” Brooke said. She grabbed ahold of his ballsack and gave it a squeeze and ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, eliciting a little shiver of intense pleasure from Steven. “And when you cum, make sure you cum in my mouth,” she added. “That way I won’t have to get cleaned up before going back inside.”

Steven laughed. “If you insist,” he said.

“I do,” Brooke said, smiling up at him. “I do.”

And with that, she went back to work on his cock, sliding it into her mouth and sucking on it with more aggression than she had at any other time all night while simultaneously working his balls more intensely than ever before.

“Goddamn that feels so fucking good,” Steven said.

“That’s the idea,” Brooke said, pulling her mouth off his cock for a moment before diving right back in.

She went back to work on his cock and balls, bobbing her head as quickly as possible, wet, gagging sounds coming from her mouth and saliva dripping down her chin. Her hand was cupping Steven’s balls and pulling down on them, heightening the pleasure for him and bringing him ever closer to orgasm.

Brooke could feel Steven tensing up, bringing him right to the edge of cumming, so she upped the ante even further, forcing her head forward until she was all but deepthroating him.

She held his cock there, deep in her throat, unable to breathe but loving every second of it. His member completely filled her mouth, the tip pushing against the back of her throat. Brooke could tell he was about to cum but she didn’t have much more time before she needed to breathe. She wanted to finish him off first, so she squeezed his balls even tighter and pressed her head forward even further, until her nose was pressing up against his stomach. That last little bit did the trick.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Steven said under his breath. “Here I cum, baby, here I fucking cum.”

Brooke yanked her head off his cock and quickly caught her breath while continuing to jerk him off and play with his balls.

A few seconds later, Steven’s body tensed up in preparation for orgasm. Brooke opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and began to milk him with her tongue and hands.

After working him for another ten seconds, a massive stream of white sperm shot from Steven’s cock and directly into Brooke’s mouth. It was a huge load, catching her off-guard, but she quickly recovered, which was a good thing because there were plenty more where that one came from. Five more, in fact, each nearly as big as the one before.

By the time Steven was done cumming, Brooke’s mouth was completely filled with his sperm, almost to the point of overflowing. With her mouth open, showing Steven how large a reservoir of cum he’d created, she gave him a wink, then tilted her chin up and swallowed his entire load down in one gulp.

“Holy fucking shit,” Steven said, smiling as he looked down at her. “Nobody’s ever been able to do that before.”

“Which part?” Brooke said. “Deepthroat you or swallow your whole load?”

“Either one,” he said. “Let alone both in one night.”

“I wasn’t sure I’d be able to either,” Brooke said, climbing to her feet and putting herself back together. “But now that I’ve done both, I can’t wait to see what else I can do.”

“Neither can I,” Steven said, stuffing his cock back into his pants and zipping them up. “Neither can I.”

He opened the door and held it for Brooke. After she re-entered the building, Steven did too, both of them anxious to say their goodbyes to their friends and head back to his place for round two.

 

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A PAIR OF DIRTY SLUTS

DIRK ROCKWELL

 

The year was 1995 and Greg Hoffman was two months into his first semester of college down in San Diego. He had made quite a few friends but no real close ones. Not that he cared. He pretty much stayed to himself and wasn’t concerned too much with how others saw him. Basically, he was comfortable in his own skin.

It was a Friday night in October and Greg was hanging out by himself in his dorm room, listening to Pearl Jam on his boombox when he heard the call coming from down the hallway.

“Party in room 216!” came the vaguely familiar voice. “Party in room 216! Everyone’s invited! Bring your own alcohol!”

What the hell, Greg thought to himself. He wasn’t doing anything anyway. And despite his anti-social tendencies, he did like to party. Quite a bit.

He grabbed a water bottle filled with Hawaiian Punch mixed with vodka from his hiding place in the closet and headed down the hallway.

He passed Kyle’s room on the way and stuck his head in. Kyle was the one person he’d connected with since school started and they hung out together pretty much all the time.

“Are you going to 216 for this party?” Greg asked.

“Nah, I’m going out with Carrie,” Kyle said.

“Have you heard anything about it?” Greg asked.

“Nope, not a thing,” Kyle replied. “I think it’s just a spur of the moment deal.”

“Cool,” Greg replied. “Catch you later. Have fun with Carrie.”

Kyle said he would and Greg continued on down the hall.

Because it was 7pm on a Friday night, the dorm was pretty empty. Most of the other young men were already out and about, getting drunk and hitting on whatever young women they could find.

Eventually Greg made his way to room 216. He knocked and was ushered in.

The small room was crowded, with about 20 of his fellow freshman—some with faces he recognized, some with ones he didn’t—sitting on the floor, cross-legged, most of whom had some kind of alcohol in their hand. The excitement was palpable, the room abuzz.

“What’s going on?” Greg asked, confused by the setup.

“Just sit down and get comfortable,” said a voice. He looked over towards the corner of the room and saw that the speaker was Seth Johnson, one of the inhabitants of room 216 and the craziest person he’d met so far. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Greg shrugged and sat down, taking a spot as far away as possible from the others, near the door. He didn’t take part in the limited conversation. He was content to watch the others. He’d always been more of an observer than a participant. That was just the way he rolled.

He took a sip of his drink and grimaced a bit as it went down. It was a strong-ass drink, with four full shots of vodka mixed in. A few drinks later, the bottle was half-empty and he was already starting to get a nice buzz going.

Five minutes later Seth nodded to Andy Leonard, his roommate, who was on the other side of the room. Andy nodded back, then turned and locked the door.

“Is everybody ready?” Seth asked, a wicked little grin on his face.

“Fuck yeah,” someone replied immediately. “Let’s get this show on the road!”

The rest of the room broke out in nervous laughter and a few other threw out their own versions of the same sentiment.

Meanwhile, Greg just sat and watched, feeling a bit weird about the situation. Something didn’t seem quite right but he couldn’t put his finger on it. The good thing was, he didn’t give a fuck what anyone else thought about him, so if things did indeed get too weird, he’d have no problem bailing out in a heartbeat, regardless of the catcalls he’d receive.

“All right, everybody shut up,” Seth said.

For the most part, the room complied.

There was another round of cheers as Seth grabbed something off the bookshelf and held it up above his head as though it was The Holy Grail itself. Greg realized it was a videotape.

“Behold!” Seth said. “Every young man’s dream! The reason why we all came to college!”

“What is it?” someone called out.

“What the fuck do you think it is?” Seth said. “It’s a fucking porno!”

The room erupted in cheers once again.

Greg shifted in his seat. He was no stranger to porn—he’d seen a few movies in high school—but he wasn’t real big on watching it in a roomful of young men, and relative strangers at that. But he took another sip of his punch and vodka mixture and decided to ride it out for the time being.

Seth slipped the videotape into the VCR and addressed the crowd. “Are you guys ready to see some tits and ass!” he bellowed.

The crowd roared “YES!”  in unison, all except for Greg, who was still content to observe.

Seth pressed play and the video began.

It was a typical mid-90’s porno, with cheesy production values and a lame attempt at a plot. The pizza delivery boy delivered a pizza to a stacked blonde with huge fake tits and a tiny little body wearing nothing but lingerie as she greeted him at the door. Less than a minute later they both had their clothes off and were going at it with reckless abandon.

Meanwhile, the room was buzzing more than ever. The young men were playing their part, laughing and chattering and throwing out catcalls every once in a while.

Greg was still feeling pretty uncomfortable, but not quite enough to take the step of leaving. At least, not yet. Despite knowing better, he was enjoying the movie, as he always had, turned on by the sheer nastiness on the screen and able to dismiss the cheesiness.

The group of young men in the room with him were a problem, yes, but not a big enough one for him to leave. It wasn’t like he had a television in his dorm room, let alone a VCR. And even if he did, he still wouldn’t have access to the kind of movies he was watching right now. Being in the company of twenty other young men was definitely an issue, but not a big enough one yet to cause a problem.

And then that all changed.

Always the ringleader, Seth pressed pause on the movie. He’d caught it at a horrible time (or perfect, if you thought he was just messing with everyone, as Greg did) with the camera focusing solely on the male talent’s face, his mouth open and his eyes closed as he gave it to his female co-star.

A round of grunts and curses filled the room.

“Just hold on one minute,” Seth said. His mouth was turned up in a wry smile and he looked very pleased with himself. It was obvious he loved the attention.

“What’s the holdup?” someone said, his voice full of angst. Greg knew the speaker. It was a weasely little guy named Mark.

“Quiz time,” Seth said. “I want to see a show of hands for everyone who’s got a stiffy right now.”

“What?” Mark asked. “I don’t understand.”

“Raise your hand if you have a boner,” Andy said as though explaining a particularly easy math problem to a third-grader.

“Oh,” Mark said.

Nobody moved.

“Don’t lie,” Seth said. “We’re not starting this baby back up until I know the truth. From all of you.”

But still, nobody took the bait. It was a if nobody wanted to be the first one to admit to such a thing in the company of others.

Finally Mark said, “Fuck it,” and raised his hand high.

The seal now broken, the rest of the room threw their hands up into the air. Except Greg. He stood up and headed towards the door.

“What’s the matter, Greg?” Seth asked, his voice mocking. “You don’t have a boner?”

“It ain’t that,” Greg said, reaching for the door.

“Then what is it?” Seth said. “You think you’re too good for the rest of us?”

“I don’t think it,” Greg replied as he opened the door. “I know it.” And with that, he exited the room and shut the door behind him.

As he walked down the hall he could hear the combination of laughter and outrage coming from the room behind him. But he didn’t give a fuck. He was completely comfortable with himself and his decision. There would be plenty of other time for plenty of other porno movies. There was no reason to suffer through that debacle of a party just to get a glimpse of some tits and ass.

 

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Two hours later Greg found himself outside of room 216 again. He’d had quite a bit to drink and decided he wanted to watch some porn, but without the cavalcade of young men around him.

Seth and Andy were long gone, having gone to a fraternity party being put on by the frat that Seth’s brother was in. Greg knew they wouldn’t be back for another couple of hours at least, and figured since he had nothing else going on, he’d check to see if by chance they’d left their door unlocked.

They hadn’t, of course, but they had left their window cracked open a bit. So Greg stuck his hand in the opening and pushed it open, then crawled inside the room.

Once in, he didn’t waste any time. Greg closed the window, made sure the blinds were closed, then turned on the TV. The video was still in the VCR, so Greg pressed play. He fast-forwarded through the crap and got straight to the sex.

A few minutes later he had a raging boner. He undid his zipper and pulled his cock out and was servicing himself, just looking to finish up and get the hell out of the room before anyone else showed up.

He was getting pretty close to the edge when there was a knock on the door.

Greg cursed under his breath and stuffed his cock back into his pants. It obviously wasn’t Seth or Andy, as they wouldn’t have knocked on their own door. He had no idea who it could be and he didn’t really want to find out. Nothing good could come from him answering the door, so he just stayed put.

“We know you’re in there,” said a female voice.

Greg’s heart began pounding even harder.

“Yeah,” said a different voice, this one female too. “We can see the light from the TV.”

“And we can hear the voices too,” said the original voice.

Panicking, Greg rifled through the pile of videotapes in the drawer under the TV. He finally found a movie that he thought would be acceptable to the females at the door and switched it out with the porn. He fast-forwarded it for a few seconds to make it look like he’d been watching for a little while, then stopped the tape and walked over to the door and opened it.

Standing there were two young women. He’d seen them around school but didn’t know them very well. But he recognized them, that was for sure. With their looks, it was impossible not to notice them.

One was a tall, lanky blonde. She had a punk look going, with short, spiked-up platinum hair, heavy, two-tone, brightly colored eyeliner and cute but edgy features. She was pushing six feet tall, with legs that lasted for miles, a toned, athletic body and firm, perky tits that were a bit on the smaller side. She was wearing a full-length, black leather top and form-fitting, tiny black shorts that showed off her incredible ass.

The other was more traditional looking but no less hot, with long brown hair and a more classically pretty face. Her makeup was darker colored but just as bold, with black eyeliner surrounding both of her eyes. She was shorter than her friend, and a little thicker, with a body build like a brick shithouse; a bubbly but firm ass, stocky, powerful looking legs, and huge tits that were emphasized by her sleeveless black t-shirt that barely held them in.

“What’s up?” Greg said, trying to play it cool.

“Who are you?” the blonde one asked.

“I’m Greg,” he replied.

“Nice to meet you, Greg,” the brunette said. “I’m Monica, and this is Jen.”

“Hey,” Greg said.

“Is Seth here?” Jen asked, getting right to the point.

Greg shook his head.

“What about Andy?” Monica asked.

“Nope,” Greg replied. “They went to a frat party.”

“That sucks,” Jen said. Then the specifics of the situation started to sink in. “Wait a minute. Who are you?”

“Greg,” he said. “Greg Hoffman.”

“What are you doing in here?” Monica asked.

“Just watching a movie,” Greg said. “This is the only VCR on the floor and I was bored.”

“Cool,” Jen said. “Mind if we join you?”

“Yeah,” Monica said. “We’re pretty bored too.”

“And drunk,” Jen said, giggling.

“Yeah,” Monica added, giggling herself. “That too.”

“Don’t worry,” Greg said, joining in on the giggling. “I am too. Come on in.” He held the door wide and then closed it behind them after they’d entered.

“Do you have anything to drink?” Jen asked.

“Yeah, we ran out of alcohol,” Monica said. “And we’re still thirsty.”

“Oh, I’m sure I can scare something up,” Greg said. He rifled through the generic hiding places in the closet and came out with a bottle of tequila. “Here we go.”

“Purrrrr-fect,” Jen said, drawing the word out.

“Yeah, I could do a few more shots,” Monica said. “Break it open.”

Greg undid the cap and took a swig straight from the bottle, then passed it over to Jen. She took a hearty drink and handed it to Monica, who did the same. She gave it back to Greg to start the whole process over again.

Four rounds later, they were all starting to feel the effects of the tequila on top of everything they’d drank before it. Greg’s anxiety had waned but his boner hadn’t. It was pressing up against his jeans, making itself quite obvious. And both the girls had noticed, peeking down at it more than once, even though, thankfully, neither had said anything.

“So what are you watching?” Jen asked after they’d put the tequila away.

“Pretty Woman,” Greg said.

“Oh, I love that movie,” Monica said.

“Yeah?”

Monica nodded. She was looking at Greg with a little half-smile, like she had a secret she was hiding. “But to be honest, we were kind of hoping you were watching Seth’s porn.”

“Yeah,” Jen said. “Especially after seeing the heat you’re packing down there,” she added, nodding towards the bulge in his pants.

“Do you mind if I take a closer look?” Monica asked, rubbing her finger down his chest.

Greg shook his head quickly from side to side, suddenly unable to speak. This had taken a turn into uncharted territory in no time at all.

“Does that mean I can’t look? Or that you don’t mind?” Monica asked, clearly toying with him now.

“I don’t mind,” Greg managed to say.

“Are you sure?” Jen asked, getting in on the act of messing with his head too. The girls were obviously enjoying themselves.

Greg nodded.

“Good,” Monica said. “Because we’ve been looking to get fucked by a big cock and so far, nobody has been able to deliver.”

And with that, both Jen and Monica dropped to their knees, right there in front of Greg.

“Well, in that case, be my guest,” Greg said, mostly to himself.

The girls took control from there, rapidly pulling both his shorts and boxers down to his knees, revealing his rapidly stiffening cock.

“Wow,” Jen said, lying Greg’s cock atop her open palm as though weighing it. “It’s fucking huge.”

“Tell me about it,” Monica added, grinning at her friend. “It looks like we hit the jackpot.”

“Yes indeed,” Jen said. She leaned over and slipped her tongue into Monica’s mouth while starting to gently jerk Greg off.

The two girls made out for a short time before Jen broke things off. “Enough of the appetizer,” she said, staring at his cock for a moment. “It’s time for the main course.”

Jen angled the tip of Greg’s cock towards her mouth, then wrapped her lips around it. As Monica watched intently, Jen bobbed her head forward and back, her lips creating a tight seal around his shaft, heightening the pleasure. She kept her eyes locked on his the whole time, maintaining eye contact, which excited Greg even further.

“I want a turn,” Monica said after Jen had worked Greg’s cock for half a minute or so.

“Here you go,” Jen said, popping it out of her mouth and shifting it towards her friend.

Monica took Greg’s cock in her mouth and started blowing him with more intensity than Jen had, her head moving quickly, making her long brown hair fly everywhere as she swallowed almost three-quarters of Greg’s cock with every pass.

Jen got into the mix too, grabbing ahold of Greg’s balls and gently caressing them while Monica continued working his cock.

“She sucks a mean cock, doesn’t she?” Jen said, smiling up at Greg.

“Hell yeah,” he replied.

“She’s an expert at eating pussy too,” Jen said. “Not that you’d care about that. But I do. In fact, I feel like getting my pussy eaten right now. Do you mind if I steal her away from you? I’ll make sure you cock doesn’t get ignored.”

“You do whatever you want,” Greg.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Jen said. “A man who puts women first.”

“Always,” Greg replied.

“My turn again,” Jen said to Monica, tapping her on the shoulder.

Monica took Greg’s cock in her mouth, making it disappear completely, and held it there for a few seconds before pulling off. “It’s all yours,” she said, handing Greg’s cock off to Jen while he took a deep breath in an attempt to regain his composure.

“Thanks, baby,” Jen said, slipping Greg’s cock in her mouth and starting to suck on it, taking it all the way in her mouth with the same slow, measured pace as before. She blew him in long, gentle strokes, using her hand in conjunction with her mouth, sucking and jerking him off at the same time.

Meanwhile, Monica had dropped onto the floor with her back to the carpet and her face looking up towards the ceiling. She scooted along the floor until she was beneath Jen, her head right under Jen’s waist, then rose up a bit and started going after Jen’s pussy with her tongue.

Jen let out a little gasp of pleasure and started going after Greg’s cock with more intensity, bobbing a little bit faster and using more suction. It was obvious she thoroughly enjoyed getting eaten out by Monica and was transferring some of the pleasure to Greg.

This went on for a full minute before Greg realized he couldn’t take any more of Jen sucking on his cock without bursting at the seams. So he backed away from Jen, popping his cock of her mouth.

“What’s wrong?” Jen asked, flashing him a confused look.

“Nothing,” Greg said. “Nothing at all. I just want to switch things up before it’s too late.”

“Ahh,” Jen said, grinning. “I get it. So what’s the plan?”

“Well, I figure I can return the favor Monica just did for you,” Greg said. “How does that sound?”

“That sounds great,” Monica said, sliding out from beneath Jen climbing to her feet.

Greg picked Monica up off the ground and carried her over to the couch in the corner of the room, then dropped her atop it. As she giggled in pleasure, Greg dropped to his knees on the carpet, grabbed her legs and spread them wide and immediately went to work on her pussy, licking it up and down like a kitten drinking milk as Monica let out a low moan of pleasure.

“I like where this is going,” Jen said. Her smile widening, she climbed onto the couch, put her ass in Monica’s face, and pushed backwards, smothering Monica with her ass.

After a full minute of Greg eating Monica out while Jen sat on her face, Jen started to get jealous. She reached down and grabbed a handful of Greg’s hair and lifted his head up, pulling his mouth off of Monica’s pussy.

“This is making my pussy so fucking wet,” Jen said, staring directly at him. “Do you want to see how wet it is?”

“I’d love to,” Greg said.

Smiling, Jen flipped herself around so she was on her hands and knees on the couch, doggy-style, face-to-face with Monica, her ass and soaking wet pussy directly in front of Greg’s face.

“Well what are you waiting for?” Jen asked, turning to look back at Greg. “Is my pussy not good enough for you?”

Laughing under his breath, Greg smashed his face into Jen’s ass and drove his tongue deep into her pussy.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Jen said as Greg explored her insides with his tongue. “Slip it in there. Slip that fucking tongue deep inside me.”

So Greg did, pressing his head forward, jamming his tongue into Jen’s pussy. She was soaking wet, drenching his entire face with her juices.

Not wanting to leave Monica out of the fun, Greg ran his hand down and slipped two fingers inside her pussy and started banging away while continuing to eat out Jen’s snatch.

“Goddamn that feels so fucking good,” Monica said, bucking her body up against his hand, jamming his fingers deeper inside her pussy. “Fuck me with those fingers. Hammer my pussy with them.”

Greg did as he was told, sliding a third finger inside Monica after a little while to keep her on edge. The two girls started making out while he continued eating one out and finger-banging the other.

After another minute or two of this, Greg needed to get some air into his lungs. So he pulled his face back, disengaging it from Jen’s pussy. But before she could complain, he replaced his tongue with three fingers from his free hand, jamming them into Jen’s pussy and hammering away at her.

He sat there for a bit, catching his breath and finger-fucking both of the girls at the same time while they made out on the couch right in front of him.

“Fuck our tight little pussy with your fingers,” Jen said, breaking off the embrace with Monica for a moment to look back at him. “Bang us like there’s no tomorrow.”

Greg did as he was told, slamming his fingers in and out of their soaking wet pussies, finger-fucking them with all he had.

“Harder,” Jen said, her breath ragged. “Give it to us harder!”

Laughing under his breath, amazed at the depravity of the girls, Greg climbed to his feet to give himself a better angle to work with and proceeded to hammer away at both of them with reckless abandon. His forearms were starting to burn but he pushed through, not slowing down at all.

“There we go,” Jen said. “That’s it! Just like that! Just like that!” She thrust her tongue back into Monica’s mouth and they continued making out, more aggressively than before.

As Greg continued banging away at the girls, he suddenly felt a hand grab his cock. He looked down to see that Monica had reached down and started jerking him off. A few seconds later, Jen climbed up off of Monica, pulling Greg’s fingers from her pussy as she did so.

Remaining on her hands and knees on the couch, Jen turned around so her head was right above Monica’s pussy and her ass was right above Monica’s face, putting the girls in the 69 position. Monica immediately went back to licking Jen’s pussy.

As Greg continued finger-fucking Monica, Jen grabbed his arm and slipped the fingers that had just been inside her pussy into her mouth. She stared directly at him, smiling as she licked her fingers clean of her own pussy juices.

Once Jen was done with that, she slid Greg’s fingers out of Monica’s pussy too, then thrust those into her mouth, cleaning them also.

“I love the taste of Monica’s pussy,” Jen said. “It’s so sweet and delicious.”

Monica giggled, the sound muffled by Jen’s pussy, which was still being filled up with Monica’s tongue. Greg just stared at them, marveling at their sluttiness, amazed at how the situation had unfolded.

“But as much as I like to lick it off your fingers, there’s something I love more,” Jen said, her eyes still commanding Greg’s gaze.

“What’s that?” Greg asked, mesmerized.

“Licking her pussy juices off a cock,” Jen said. “Care to give me what I want?”

“Gladly,” Greg said.

Smiling like the devil, Jen grabbed ahold of Greg’s cock and guided it towards Monica’s pussy. He scooted his knees forward, allowing Jen to slip his cock into her friend’s snatch. Monica’s pussy was smooth as silk and wet as could be. It felt incredible.

“Holy shit,” Greg moaned as Monica’s pussy swallowed up his cock.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Jen asked.

Greg nodded emphatically as he slowly worked his cock into Monica, thrusting forward and back in calm, measured strokes meant to keep him from getting too excited too quickly.

“Monica has the best pussy,” Jen said. “It’s so soft and snug. And tasty too.”

And with that, Jen pulled Greg’s cock out of Monica’s pussy and slipped it into her mouth. Greg took a deep breath and let it out slowly as Jen worked his cock with her mouth, sucking all of Monica’s pussy juices off it before letting it slide back out.

“Yummy, yummy,” Jen said, grinning up at Greg, still holding his cock. She smacked it against Monica’s pussy lips a couple of time then guided it back inside her friend’s snatch.

Jen reached down and grabbed Monica’s ankles and pulled her legs back, folding Monica in half and giving Greg a better angle to work with.

“That’s better,” Jen said. “Now you can fuck her more deeply.”

Keeping his cock in Monica’s pussy, Greg climbed to his feet. Squatting down, he put his knees on top of the couch, one each on the outside of Monica’s hips. Now with better leverage, it was easier to take advantage of Jen holding Monica’s legs back. From here he began to pummel Monica’s pussy, pounding away at her, his body slamming into hers, wet, slapping sounds filling up the room.

“That’s it, that’s it,” Jen said. “Fuck her just like that. Just like that!”

Monica’s moans and groans were growing louder with every thrust. It was obvious she was enjoying this as much as Greg was. For her part, Jen dropped her pussy further down onto Monica’s face, once again smothering Monica with her pussy and muffling her cries.

“The harder you fuck her the better she eats my pussy,” Jen said, rising up so her head was at the same level as Greg’s. Their faces were mere inches apart. “So give it to her as hard as you can.”

Nodding, Greg did, positioning himself for maximum leverage and hammering away at Monica harder than ever before, causing Monica to eat Jen’s pussy out with more intensity, which got Jen even more excited.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jen cried. “That feels so fucking incredible!”

Jen leaned forward and slipped her tongue into Greg’s mouth and started exploring around, which nearly put Greg over the edge. Something about kissing while fucking just made him crazy. So after a few more seconds of making out with Jen, he pulled his lips away to make sure he didn’t cum before he was ready.

Jen didn’t seem to mind at all. She’d taken to rubbing her clit while Monica continued eating her pussy.

“There you go,” Jen said. “That’s it, that’s it. Keep it up, Greg. We’re gonna cum. We’re both gonna fucking cum!”

Greg did his best to keep it up, fighting through the weariness and the urge to cum, pounding away at Monica until her entire body tensed up for a moment before releasing in a shuddering burst as an orgasm crashed over her.

Jen was right behind Monica, letting out a little scream of her own as her legs shook and shimmied for a few seconds and juices squirted out of her pussy and onto Monica’s chest and stomach.

“Holy fucking shit,” Jen said, climbing up off of Monica. “That was fucking incredible.”

“It sure was,” Monica said, smiling up at Greg. “You really know what you’re doing.”

“Thanks,” Greg said sheepishly. He’d never been good at taking compliments. His cock was still inside Monica’s pussy but he wasn’t moving at the moment.

“I’m surprised you haven’t cum yet,” Jen said.

“I was close a couple of times,” Greg replied.

“Still, most guys wouldn’t have been able to take that much without finishing up,” Monica said.

Greg shrugged. “What can I say? I guess I’m not like most guys.”

“Obviously not,” Jen said. “Which is good, because I still haven’t got fucked yet.”

“Well, let’s remedy that,” Greg said, flashing a sly grin at the girls. He climbed up onto the couch and sat down next to them.

“Yes,” Jen said, grinning back at him. “Let’s remedy that right now.” She turned to Monica. “You sit on his face while I ride his cock.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Monica said. She rose up and grabbed Greg by the shoulders and pushed them down onto the couch so he was on his back, lengthwise, with his face looking up towards the ceiling.

Monica climbed upon Greg’s body, dropped one leg on each side of his head, used her hands to spread her ass cheeks apart, and sat right down on his face, smothering him.

Greg flicked his tongue in and out of her pussy, pushing and probing around blindly while he did his best to breathe with Monica’s flesh engulfing him.

Down below, Jen grabbed ahold of Greg’s cock and smacked it against her flesh a few times before sliding it into her pussy. It wasn’t as snug of a fit as Monica’s had been but it still felt great, wet and juicy and soft and billowy all at the same time.

Jen didn’t waste any time at all, bouncing her body up and down on Greg’s cock, pummeling him with her body as though trying to drive him through the bottom of the couch. It felt incredible, his cock jamming deep inside her pussy, smashing up against her insides.

But Greg didn’t have time to dwell on the pounding Jen was delivering because Monica was grinding on his face with more intensity, working his face with her pussy so expertly that he was always short of breath but never completely out of it.

It was then Greg realized that having one girl sitting on his face while another fucked him silly made it all but impossible to cum despite the multitude of pleasures he was experiencing. There was simply too much goodness to focus on one sensation long enough to even think about cumming. In other words, he was in heaven.

“Stick your tongue out,” Monica said, rising up just enough to allow him to catch his breath. “I want to ride your face with my pussy.”

Greg did as he was asked without hesitation.

“That’s a good boy,” Monica said, dropping her pussy back down onto his face and quickly moving her hips back and forth against him, forcing his tongue deeper inside her pussy with every pass. “Holy shit that feels fucking great. Right there, right fucking there!”

Meanwhile, Jen had somehow turned things up a notch, riding him like never before, mixing things up constantly, from bouncing up and down atop him to sliding her hips forward and back to working his cock in a circular motion while keeping him deep inside her pussy. She was a magician on a cock, able to do things to Greg that no woman had ever done before.

Time lost all meaning for Greg as both girls worked him feverishly, pummeling and abusing his body, blurring the line between pleasure and pain until he was so overwhelmed that everything became a giant, muddled mess of sensation.

It wasn’t until Monica dropped her entire weight onto Greg’s face that he was brought back to clarity. But even then, it was hazy, as Monica’s pussy was so thoroughly engulfing him that she was smothering him completely, making it impossible for him to breathe.

After a few seconds that seemed to last hours, Greg felt like his entire head was inside of Jen’s pussy, that he was bathing in her pussy juices like a fish breathes in water. He could feel Jen hammering away on his cock but the sensation was muted, distant. All sound was muffled, like he was underwater.

And then everything went gray.

The next thing Greg knew, he was breathing in deep, gasping gulps as the world exploded back into focus. Jen was still sitting on his face but not putting all her weight on him, giving him more than enough air to breathe. And Monica was still riding his cock as aggressively as ever.

Greg didn’t know exactly what had happened but he did know one thing for sure; he was going to cum any second now. There was no way around it. The previous numbness from the overload of sensation had shifted into hyper-sensitivity, like he was being shocked by a low-voltage wire.

He lifted Monica’s pussy off his face long enough to say, “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Great,” Jen said. “Come inside of me.”

“Are you sure?” Greg asked.

“Positive,” Jen replied, smiling at him as her body bounced up and down upon his cock, mesmerizing him, and providing that final spark that put him over the edge of orgasm.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Greg said under his breath, spitting the word out repeatedly while his body tightened up for a few seconds before releasing in a rush, sending sperm shooting up out of his cock and into Jen’s pussy. His entire body shook as he came, shuddering like never before.

Jen continued riding his cock until it had run completely dry, then climbed off the couch. Monica had already dropped to the floor. She was on her back, with her face looking up towards the ceiling.

As Greg watched intently, Jen stood over Monica’s body, putting one foot on either side of Monica’s head then squatting down until her pussy was almost touching her friend’s mouth. Then Jen stuck two fingers inside her pussy and started to wiggle them around.

“No fucking way,” Greg muttered, not realizing that he’d spoken aloud until he heard the words with his own ears.

But the girls didn’t notice. Or if they did, they didn’t acknowledge him. They were too busy.

Jen finished digging around inside her pussy and slipped her fingers out. Shortly after her fingers were free, a steady stream of Greg’s cum began to drip out of her pussy and into Monica’s waiting mouth.

Greg laughed under his breath and shook his head as Jen squeezed the last few drops of his cum out of her pussy before helping Monica to her feet. Once Monica was standing, Jen leaned back, placing her head directly beneath Monica’s. Jen turned her head towards the ceiling and Monica tilted hers towards the floor, opening her mouth at the same time, sending Greg’s sperm into Jen’s mouth.

Greg watched in amazement as they proceeded to make out, sharing his sperm between them for a good thirty seconds before both girls threw their heads back and swallowed whatever they had left of Greg’s cum.

“Holy shit,” Greg said, smiling and chuckling at the same time. “That was fucking insane!”

“You earned it,” Jen said.

“You sure did,” Monica replied. “I hadn’t been fucked like that since getting to college.”

“Neither have I,” Jen said.

“Shit, I haven’t ever been fucked like that,” Greg said.

They all shared a good laugh.

“So what happens now?” Greg asked.

“We all get dressed and get back to our nights,” Jen said.

“Can we do something like this again?” Greg asked.

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll find time for you again,” Monica said, slipping back into her clothes.

“Yeah, one of these days it’ll work out and we’ll have another go-around,” Jen added, also putting her clothes back on. “But we’ll just have to see. Freshman year is a busy time. Lots of things to do and not much time to do them.”

“Fair enough,” Greg said. He wanted to push for something more concrete but knew that if the more desperate he sounded the less likely they’d be to come find him again. No, the best way to play it was aloof, just like they were. “I’ll see you around.”

“Yes you will,” Monica said, giving him a little kiss on the lips.

“Don’t worry,” Jen added, giving him a little smack on the cheek. “When we’re in the mood to get nasty again, we’ll find you.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Greg said.

“So are we,” the girls replied in unison. “So are we.”

And with that, they were out the door. Greg quickly got dressed and headed back to his room. Boy, did he have a story to tell his roommates. Not that they’d believe him, of course. Hell, he barely believed it himself, and he had lived it.

On second thought, Greg decided to keep the details of the night to himself. Some things were better off cherished in one’s head. To say them aloud would be to ruin their power. It was better to keep memories like this to yourself. To be remembered over and over again, unsoiled and unsullied. Perfect. Just like the night itself.

 

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MY BARELY LEGAL NEIGHBOR TAKES CONTROL

JT HOLLAND

 

My ongoing sessions with Kelly, my barely legal neighbor, were getting freakier and freakier with every passing day. We’d gotten pretty comfortable together, progressing from straight sex to getting a little rough with her, and even into some freakier stuff.

But so far, every one of our sessions had the same essential dynamic. Kelly would set the tone for the evening, telling me exactly what she wanted me to do to her, and I would take it from there.

This setup was fine with me. After all, even though she was the more sexually adventurous of us, and by far the most forward and open, I was still quite a few years older than her, not to mention almost double her size, so it was natural that I’d be the one dictating the action, even if she was controlling me behind the scenes.

And besides, from what I’d seen of her so far, I got the feeling she enjoyed being the submissive one, even if she was essentially topping from the bottom. If she had any desire to be completely in charge, I hadn’t seen it yet.

But I was about to. And I have to admit, I liked it. A lot.

 

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It was 3:30 PM and I had just got home from work. Kelly was supposed to come over later that night to hang out. We didn’t have any specific plans, maybe a movie, maybe a pizza, eventually getting freaky. But first I was going to relax, get in a quick jog, take a shower.

But I didn’t have time for any of that. I hadn’t been home for more than ten minutes when I heard my doorbell. I wasn’t terribly surprised to see that it was Kelly. She wasn’t one for sticking to plans. When she wanted something, she didn’t wait for it. And apparently she wanted me right now, not in another three hours.

I opened the door and let her in. She was dress in a pair of shorts, a T-shirt and tennis shoes. There was no indication whatsoever of what was to come.

Without saying a word, Kelly grabbed my hand and led me over to the couch. Once there, she spun me around so my back was to it and pushed on my shoulders, dropping me, seated, onto the cushions.

“What’s going on?” I asked, a confused little smile on my face.

“We’re doing things a little differently today,” Kelly said.

“Is that right?”

She nodded her head.

“And what exactly—” I said, but she bent over and put her hand over my mouth, cutting me off in mid-sentence.

“Stop talking and just do what you’re told,” Kelly said. Her face was completely serious, with no hint of humor in it.


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