Sexy Satisfaction: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Kerry Rice

• Herausgeber: Taboo Pulp Press
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

We know you're going to just read the free sample preview anyway. You should. This book is hot. A trashy, sleazy, *full-length* (100+ Pages) post-censorship erotic novel. But, if you really want, here's the briefest of excerpts:

"No, it's the truth. My wife could cum up to thirty times in a period of three or four hours..."

Elsa shuddered. "I shouldn't ask, I guess. Where is she? I mean-is she dead?"

"In a sanitarium, Elsa. One night when I was working some sonofabitch broke into the house and raped her and it did something to her mind ... rotten damned deal."

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Elsa exclaimed.

"The cops caught the sonofabitch later, but it didn't bring Anna back to normal ... I don't wear a ring, you noticed that, I guess. But I can't Ternary under state law-not until she's gone."

Elsa nodded. "And I'm married, too. Hell of a mess, isn't it?"

He pressed her cunt and tightened his arm around her. "But we can still have a good time, if you can like a man my age ... I'm old enough to be your father." .

Leseprobe

Sexy Satisfaction

Kerry Rice

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER ONE

She sighed and dropped her right hand down under the hem of her shortie skirt, pressing her naked flesh near her cunt. She was alone in the small apartment she shared with her husband, Arthur. He wouldn't be home for hours-it was early Friday afternoon.

Elsa wrote racy novels in her spare time, and she had a lot of it. She also had a lot of passion to give and Art was long past the stage where he wanted a fuck more than once a week. Sometimes it was two weeks. He was only thirty, but like a lot of men, he had never learned how to please a woman, especially a good healthy blonde Swede like Elsa.

Oh, I sure could use a good long fuck, she thought, her fingers creeping in on her thinly pantied cunt. Her titties, in the snug blouse and D-cup bra, began to swell and tingle.

She had married Art at nineteen-she was now twenty-four, and her sex needs were growing while Art's were diminishing. Sometimes writing a good hot sex scene, with a lot of prick and pussy, was simply murder! But the sad fact was, Art didn't bring much money home. He was a plumber working in a little two-bit shop near the waterfront-non-union.

She was fully aware that the average plumber in the U.S. made more than the average attorney, but she had picked a loser. Seattle was a strong union city, and Art had got into trouble with the local and had to pick up scraps. On top of that, he was an old car nut, and sometimes more money went into his antique Ford than into the home for necessities. And then he had to have his beer every night.

Elsa had been writing some ever since her high school days, when she had sold a few articles to a newspaper feature section. She liked it and the extra money really helped. But she made more writing sex books than anything else. More fun, too! She had a naturally sensuous nature and a wild imagination, and in a little while she knew she would have to ease her tensions again-on her hand!

She hadn't chippied on Art yet, but she could feel it coming on. His too-quick way of fucking was simply the shits! Oh, it had been pretty good the first year or so, before she had started studying various sex books in her researches. When Art wanted some fun he was totally selfish-he had only one purpose-to get his gun off in her cunt.

He wouldn't talk about it, he thought he knew it all! A real man had to cum every time he got his cock in a pussy-and how wrong he was! How wrong most American men were. Some of the statistics on married couples-which Elsa had studied-almost made her sick.

Twenty-eight per cent of American men had a climax after only from one to three minutes of coition. Thirty-four per cent had a climax in from five to ten minutes. Twelve per cent had a climax immediately upon attempting coitus.

Horrible! Art was in the front one-to three-minute category.

Oh, the first few months after their marriage, Art had nearly fucked himself to death, trying to see how many times he could cum! And although Elsa had known it couldn't last, she had received as much prick as she had needed-she had loved every second of it. But he had already been twenty-five, and men started on the downgrade before that.

The sad physical fact was, most American men jacked off during their best years, which were from about eighteen until twenty.

She looked at the typewriter and what she had written. She was starting a new book she felt sure would make a hit. She was calling it A Writer's Confessions-she had done some of the scenes already, and was starting into the final draft. Her regular markets had sort of faded-she was in a bind.

But she didn't dare let Art read it! Not that he ever paid much attention. When he was home, he watched TV, drank beer and worked on that damned old Ford sitting out back of the apartment. She was nothing but a housekeeper, a cook and washerwoman, and he got a hard-on, he jacked himself off in her cunt. And he thought he was a man!

She read down a little farther.

"...that first climax, when I was twelve, was really far out! I came home early from school this one day, and I saw Dad's car in the driveway. I knew he sometimes returned home during the day for 'nooners', and I was sure he and Mom were having some fun!

"I sneaked in the back door and listened. Sure enough, I heard their bed creaking. I had listened to them at night several times and got real excited. I was lucky, because Olga had told me about sex, and what to expect when I started dating..."

The memory came back vividly, in full colors, and she gripped her cunt a little tighter. Juice was already seeping through her panties-her clit was tingling uncontrollably.

She covered the typewriter, turned off the power and walked into the bedroom. She had to have an orgasm, maybe two or three! Her crotch ached fiercely. Art hadn't screwed her for over a week, and it never did much good anymore, anyway. His beer-stink breath and usually unwashed body made her a little sick.

Shivering with anticipation, because she hadn't relieved herself for several days due to her period, she undressed and looked at herself in the vanity mirror. There was sure nothing wrong with her robust figure. She had good firm tits-they stuck way out-her pink nipples were long and sensitive-her waist was slim, her ass well-rounded.

Plenty of guys turned to look when she walked down the street. Her legs were the best, though. Rather long, like a lot of Swedish girls, nice and full; they rubbed together when she moved. Her face was a bit round and Nordic, but her mouth was out-curved and sensual, her blonde hair was thick and rich. Her blue eyes were large, and with the right kind of makeup she looked pretty damned sexy.

She had very little pubic hair, another Scandinavian touch, and her cunt lips showed clearly through the soft, blonde curls. They were already damp and swelling out. She had decided years before she wanted no children, not from Art. She was on the pill and glad of it.

Olga had supplied her with contraceptives and knowledge before she started going out with the guys. She still adored her parents, Olga and Erik. And, although they were middle-aged now, it was obvious they still enjoyed their screwing! He worked in a shipyard north of Seattle and made good money. He was still a very handsome man.

Elsa reached down to her crotch with both hands and opened her labia with her fingers. The damp, pink flesh of her inner cunt twitched slightly! Ohhh, how it needed prick! She stared at her clitoris, the exposed little nub of her excitement which stood out nearly half an inch when she was turned on good. She traced the covered ridge of it with a gentle finger, shivering.

The female counterpart of a male penis, the center of a sensuous woman's need. She had studied the diagrams and charts in her research books, she knew every little nook and cranny of her sex apparatus. It was necessary in her writing! And lots of fun, too.

She touched the opening of her bladder, right beneath her clitoris, the urethra, and trembled again. Sometimes she inserted a small knobbed piece of plastic up in there, a dropper from a medicine bottle, and enjoyed a delicious bunch of thrills!

Other times she used a dildo she had bought through a big mail-order house as a "facial massage" device, but of course its seven-inch length shaft with the handle and phallic shape revealed what it was used for by any halfway-smart girl or woman. Two C batteries fitted into the handle and when the switch was turned on, the jiggling was something else! She hardly ever used the power; just having it sliding in and out was enough to give her the sensations she craved.

She left it lying on the top of her dresser, and Art was so stupid he really thought it was for exercising her facial muscles. He even believed she didn't want sex until he wanted it! What a jerk. About as bright as his beer-drinking buddies. Baseball, football, old cars and filthy stories. She had to get out of this mess before she lost her beauty!

On the other hand, Olga was still attractive. Good steady sex made a woman of any age so much more alive and shapely.

Elsa remembered something her mother had said only a month or so before when Elsa had gone up for a visit...

"Mom, how do you keep so slender and nice, anyway?"

"Your father gives me plenty of bed exercise, honey," Olga smiled. She had always been frank about life's realities. Elsa was very fond of her.

"At your age?" Elsa laughed.

"Well, he lets me do most of the moving, you know," Olga smiled. She still had a trace of Swedish accent, her mother had come from the Old Country.

"Oh, like your top-ride, huh?" Elsa giggled.

"Sure thing, honey," Olga smiled. She rolled her eyes expressively. "You're a grown married girl now, I can tell you something. Erik knows how to hold. Understand?"

Elsa trembled, recalling her recent reading about Karezza and the so-called "infamous" Onieda Colony in New York state in the late eighteen hundreds and early nineteen hundreds. The men there learned from boyhood how to defer or bypass the climax for weeks on end, enjoying sex with partners who had also been trained to enjoy sensual pleasures.

They had accepted the fact that a woman could climax repeatedly, that she needed it to be fit and healthy, and that a man had to conserve his sex energies. The older women of the colony had coached the young men, the older men had trained the young girls...

"Yes, I understand," Elsa replied, blushing. "I wish to hell Art could do that!"

"Oh, I can tell you're not happy with him," Olga said. She shook her head. "You should find a new man, honey. A real man, like your father..."

Well, that was easier said than done!

She brought her fingers back to her clitoris and teased the tiny, swelling ridge of her little pecker. To herself she often called it her "girlie prick." Ohhhh, yes! She really needed a cum!

She moved to the bed and sprawled out on her back-a pillow beneath her head. She opened her long, white thighs and up-curved her itchy cunt. Her left hand slipped up to her titties, she moved her right hand to her pussy.

As many times as she had thought about that first climax, as often as she had recalled the dramatic event, she still loved to go over it in her mind. Later, in her new book, she was going to describe the whole thing in every detail, and dreaming about just how she would put the words together gave her a big thrill.

She began to fondle her swollen breasts and placed a finger on each side of her tender, awakening clitoris. Now for a nice long, dreamy sex buildup ... then the sweet goodies of a climax!

* * *

She was walking into the old home again, listening to the bed sounds her parents were making. Shivering with excitement, she crept into the living room, along the hallway and placed her ear against the door panel. Every single word of their conversation still lived in her mind.

Creak, creak, creak-pause! Oh, they were screwing.

"...go ahead and have one, sweetie," came Erik's voice.

"Ooooohhhh, I'm almost ready, honey!" Olga answered, her tones revealing her intense excitement.

Have one. What did they mean? At twelve she hadn't started her period, although Olga had told her it could begin any time. She was big for her age, her titties were starting to show under her dresses. Recently she had watched two dogs fucking-she knew the male got a lot of pleasure out of it, he got so excited. Puppies came after the male dog squirted in the female, she knew that. A man had to impregnate a woman before she could have a child. Sex was everywhere.

Her mother must be having fun too! It was obvious a man had his climax, after he got his penis in, like the male dog-but the idea of the woman enjoying it was new to her. She had heard it was something married dames had to put up with. But her mother sure did kiss and hug Erik a lot.

Now Olga was ready!

Creak, creak, creak-wait.

"Ohhhhhh!" came Olga's excited moan.

For the first time Elsa felt more than just book interest in sex. Her pussy was starting to tingle, her budding breasts felt kind of full. Her parents were loving each other, they were screwing and they were sure taking a lot of time with it!

"Come on, honey, have your cum now!" Erik breathed loudly. Oh, the way he said cum was terribly exciting! It was a word for climax. Her mother was going to experience an orgasm...

Suddenly Elsa wondered what position they were in. Erik would be on top, of course. The man always did the mounting, the inserting and the thrusting. The way that dog's tail had wiggled, the way his ass-end had worked once he had his penis in it-ohhh, exciting! After he finished, Elsa had a view of his pink, stiff prick, leaking white stuff. He lapped at the bitch's cunt and pretty soon he was getting his prick in again.

That time he had to really try hard! He kept humping and whining and working faster and finally his ass worked real fast and his back arched and she knew he was climaxing once more!

Well, that was nature. But the female just stood there, with her tongue hanging out, as if it happened all the time.

Humans had to be different. The female had her pleasure, too!

Oh, I hope I can have that much fun when I get older, Elsa thought, shivering. I wonder what it feels like? The way Mom sounds it must be the best thing in the world! I wish I could see Dad's prick, all stiff and wet and going in and out of Mom's pussy!

"OHHHH!" came dramatically from the bedroom. "OHH, ERIK! OOOOOHHHHHH!" The bed creaked swiftly.

"CUM, Olga!" he answered.

"OH, OH, OHH-yesssssss!" she cried loudly. "OHHH!"

The bed really shook. Elsa shivered, her crotch turning very warm; her nerves were suddenly on edge. She could almost see her mother with her white legs opened, Erik's prick driving and driving. But he should be having his climax, too!

The bed finally stopped vibrating, a womanly sigh of relief followed and then a soft, pleased giggle.

"Ohhhh, that was good, honey!"

"You get better up there on top every time," he chuckled.

"You devil!" Olga answered, very pleased. "Do you really have to go back to work?"

"Little surprise," he chuckled. "Got the rest of the afternoon off. I like these daylight pieces, I can see you better."

"Well, we better get through before Elsa comes home," Olga laughed. "But we have an hour or so-Ohhhhhh, that's wonderful!"

"I like your nice big tits, baby," he laughed.

Elsa shuddered, her head whirling. Ohhh, that was really sexy, the way they talked. Told the way it really was-Olga was on top! She was doing the fucking! And he was playing with her breasts. She did have large ones, and she wore dresses that showed them off.

"Don't you like my pussy, too?" Olga giggled. The bed was sighing again, slowly. The dramatic sounds seemed to reach right into Elsa's tingling crotch, right into her own pussy.

I never knew my mother would say words like that to him! she thought, trembling. They make it fun! She's still up there and she's starting to screw again! Ohhhh, my cunt is really turning hot! It needs a prick! But I'm only twelve, I don't know from nothing!

"Nice snug pussy," Erik laughed. "Take your time, really play around and have a ball."

"OHH, you're so good to me, honey," Olga answered. "Letting me have so many nice cums!"

"Hay, what about my prick? You like it?"

"OHH, love it!" she giggled. The bed was creaking slowly now-then it stopped. Elsa could almost see her mother's big breasts arched out for his pleasure, his fingers roaming over them while her plump ass wiggled.

Without hardly realizing what she was doing, Elsa reached under her shortie school dress and pressed her fingers into her thin panties where they nestled against her pussy. Ohhhh, it felt dreamy!

She suddenly remembered something she had overheard in the girls' room at school-two junior high gals talking when they thought no one was listening. Elsa was in a stall.

"You been getting any, honey?"

"Ah, it's too dangerous. I let him play stinky finger, though." Giggle, giggle.

"Right on! Sure is better than doing it alone, you know..."

More girlish laughter and then they had left the rest room. It had been puzzling to Elsa, then. And dirty. "Stinky finger." She was letting her boyfriend play with her cunt. But that "doing it alone" bit had seemed kind of odd.

Not anymore! Her hands felt so good on her pussy she could hardly believe it! But nice girls didn't touch themselves! She had heard it played and replayed around school. To hell with that! She had to find out for herself.

Moving her fingers inside her panties, she cupped her whole mons, feeling a trace of slick wetness between her soft, dainty cunt lips. Oh, this was what "turning on" meant. She was becoming a big girl! Her pussy was real tender, especially right at the top of her crevice-that was the spot that really tingled!

Suddenly her mother said words that stopped her fingers on her new explorations.

"...I'm going to have to give Elsa the facts of life one of these days, honey."

"Right. She's going to be a real beauty, lots of guys are starting to look at her already..."

"Yes, and I'm going to protect her, too. My mother told me the ins and outs."

Elsa flushed, her ears burning. She shouldn't be eavesdropping, but things were turning real interesting now.

Erik laughed. "I've sure had a lot of benefits from it."

"Well, that's what a girl is for, isn't it? To keep his big stud happy and give him lots of hot pussy."

They both laughed. The bed was creaking again, slowly.

"Ohhhhh, I'm going to have another one, honey!" Olga exclaimed. "Say, what brought you home so early, anyway? Been looking at some of those girls in miniskirts?"

"Sure, baby," he chuckled. "Spring's in the air."

"Like that new girlie magazine I bought you?" she laughed.

"Yeah. The foldout is a blonde. But your tits are better..."

"Ohhhhh, you devil!" Olga gurgled. "I'm sure glad your father told you a few things about screwing!"

"It's an old family tradition with the Nordens, I told you that, sweet," Erik answered. "If a man can't hold he's in real trouble."

Elsa trembled, wondering about so many things her head was whirling. She was starting to get the drift, though. Olga was having fun while Erik waited. He didn't even seem real excited. He was pleasing her, letting her cum and cum! No wonder she was still nuts about him after about eighteen years of marriage. He was a real lover.

She remembered seeing the girlie magazines around the house-she kind of enjoyed looking at them. Olga bought them so he could get excited enough to give her more fun in bed! She was sure they didn't "cheat." There was always a nice warmth about the home-a thing she had noticed didn't exist in the house of some of her girl friends.

One time when Erik had come home, when they had both thought she was outside, he had stepped through the door and kissed Olga hard and opened the top of her dress and fondled her titties. He had patted her ass and she had wiggled up against him. All during dinner they had both seemed excited, and it was obvious they were going to have sex when they went to bed.

Now Elsa was finding out how they had sex. Ohhhh, it was fun! They loved each other, they deserved to have it.

As the bed began creaking again, Elsa decided she had heard enough for one time. She slipped away, out through the house and walked across the back lawn to a small playhouse Erik had built for her years earlier. She used it very little anymore, but it was still a nice private place where she could read and dream about writing a big long book someday.

She got real good grades in English and some of her themes were printed in the school paper. Her teacher had told her she had real talent and imagination. She sure had vivid daydreams, all right.

Inside the playhouse, she slid her pink panties from her rounded, developing hips and stretched out on the bed. A little blonde fuzz was growing on her mons, that tender spot at the upper end of her crevice was getting more tender! And how!

She was a cheer-leader for the Underwood Junior High basketball team and football team-she enjoyed having the guys look at her when she was waving her arms and doing the stunts in front of the cheering section. One guy in particular interested her. His name was John Wood, and he was the quarterback on the football team.

He was eighteen to her twelve.

But she wasn't dating yet. Olga was against it, and Elsa agreed she was still too young to be "going out". She decided it was about time to start, though. Other guys were calling, the house, too.

She opened her plump thighs real wide and ran a finger up and down her girl-slit. Oh, there was more slickness, it was wetting her hand! Listening at the bedroom door had really brought a lot of juice from her pussy. She found the little exciting place again and teased it. Ohhhh, wow! A lot of thrills ran along her legs, the sensations were really cool! She wanted to work her ass up and down, like she was getting fucked.

Suddenly she thought about how John Wood looked in his tight basketball shorts, how handsome he was, that big lump of his manhood sticking out, and she worked her fingers faster. Nummy! No wonder the girls at school were rolling their eyes when they talked about a little back seat fun with a guy. This was where it was AT. Her titties were turning itchy, too. Guys liked a good pair of boobies, and if she was going to be anything like Olga she would eventually have a nice shape.

The goody feelings increased! Stings of delight ran across her crotch. That tiny swell at the top of her crevice was growing. Ohhhh, something was about to happen, she was breathing faster and her thighs were trembling. She was starting into a climax! She was beginning to find out what sex was all about!

Only a few days before she had explored her pussy a little. She had reached a finger inside, feeling the membrane that guarded her inner cunt-the maidenhead. When her first prick went IN, it would tear-opening up the hole for real fun things. At least she knew that much about her vagina. She had heard there might be a little blood on the very first fuck.

She wished Olga would hurry up and get around to telling her the nitty-gritty. She wanted to be safe. One of the older gals at junior high had shown her some "rubbers" she had lifted from her father. They would make screwing safe, but sometimes rubber tore. It was awfully thin!

One little squirt of manstuff would fix a girl good. She knew that, too. Several girls in Senior High had gotten knocked up and were taken out of school. It was enough to put a real scare into her.

She could have fun this way, though. Ohhhh, yes! Her fingers went faster and faster! The little nub was swelling more, really tingling good ! Wow! It was like running up a steep hill, trying to reach the top. Almost!

She tipped her crotch a little higher, she wiggled the ends of her fingers on the tender, sexy spot and suddenly the sensations turned so sweet and intense that she could hardly believe it! Stings and thrills chased all through her loins-a kind of melted honey ran to the tip of her little sexy thing and it happened!

She gasped and shuddered, her legs kicked, her ass curved, higher and the luscious pangs of joy simply poured from her cunt!

"Ohhhhh!" she breathed. "Ohhhh, oh, ohhh!"

A wonderful feeling of relief followed, a kind of cozy warmth that bathed her whole crotch with rich, sugar waves. Ohhhh, yes! No wonder girls got fixed! Thinking about her parents-hearing their love-sounds, had really made her cum! She knew what it was all about now! That tiny place in her pussy was the best place on earth! Groovy!

I bet it's ten times better with a prick in! she thought, wonderingly. I guess I shouldn't be doing this, but I just had to find out! Oh, I have to do it again! If Mom can have several excitements, I guess I can, too!

* * *

Now, at age twenty-four, she was still playing with her cunt! She was no longer shamed by the act-it had become a necessity, like food. Art wasn't even considerate enough to play around with her and let her have her fun even though he had trouble getting a hard-on anymore. She knew some husbands did that for their wives.

Oh, it was cum-time! She had waited long enough. She inserted her middle finger, fastened her thumb on her tensing clitoris, and started hunching. Moving her ass made things sweeter. She loved topping-she had tried it a number of times before her marriage-she could gauge her fun better that way ... have her goodies at just the right dreamy moment.

She had no one special to dream of when she had her orgasm, but it certainly wouldn't be Art. Well, she could imagine she was getting fucked by a big, handsome movie star, or that good-looking, famous quarterback. Ohh, yes!

She stroked her big, swollen titties, watching the pink, widely banded nipples poke up high; she pressed her thumb hard into her clit and tightened her vagina. Yes, she had been practicing that ploy after reading about certain primitive women who made a regular thing of contracting the cunt while the man was fucking. It increased his pleasure. But she would surely not try it on Art; he went off too fast when her pussy was inactive!

Pushing her finger farther in her cunt, she squeezed again. Damn it. Her digit wouldn't go in quite far enough. She hated to move off the bed when she was so close to cumming-she knew she should have brought the dildo with her. It was the next best thing to cock. The only trouble was, she had heard that some dames got hung on artificial pricks-got to liking them so well they didn't need men anymore.

Oh, that could never happen to me, she thought. I do love cock! I like a man between my legs or underneath me, a real man. I sure have had only a few of them. Very few!

She took her fingers from her clit and struggled off the bed. Ohhh, moving fast that way nearly brought the fun! She staggered to the vanity, seized the plastic cock and returned to the middle of the bed. She spread away out once more and gently worked the point of the dildo between her eager, juiced cunt lips. She pushed the seven-in [...]