The Mammoth Book of Erotic Stories

by Barbara Cardy

  Saffron was as old as her own mother, and a woman to boot. Emily had only ever kissed her best girlfriend a couple of times before – just fooling around during a sleepover one long ago night. Still, as she stared deeply into Saffron’s slightly glazed brown eyes, as Saffron kissed her a third time, she realized that the older woman was actually quite attractive.

  She had long dyed-brown hair and a pretty, if somewhat wrinkled, face; a long, lean body topped off by huge, hanging breasts, which were pushing all soft and warm into Emily’s trembling right arm. She was wearing a plunging white hemp blouse and tight acid-washed blue jeans, a string of love beads around her neck. Emily could see just about all of the woman’s big breasts down her top.

  Plus, the “old lady” sure did know how to kiss a girl. Emily’s lips and body tingled where Saffron had touched them, her pussy damp in her shorts.

  And then she felt another pair of lips – on her arm. Ray’s. The man was kissing her bare shoulder, licking her bare shoulder, biting into her bare shoulder.

  Emily swung her dizzy head around and stared at the guy. His bald head shone in the afternoon sun streaming in through the living room window, a grey ponytail trailing down his back. He wasn’t bad-looking either, she decided, despite the dated granny glasses and walrus mustache, which tickled her arm.

  Ray was wearing bib overalls and a tie-dyed T-shirt, a psychedelic headband around his broad forehead to match the brown leather one around Saffron’s. “Diggin’ it, love child?” he said to Emily, following up on his wife by kissing the young woman right on her pouty mouth.

  Emily closed her eyes and held her breath, the man’s warm, wet lips pressing into her lips, his hot breath breathing even more excitement into her. Saffron’s hand rubbing her stomach, and then moving higher, onto her boobs. Emily’s whole body flushed as hot as her face, her pussy tingling wickedly in between her bare legs, nipples rigid and buzzing. She’d never had two people loving her at the same time before.

  And by the time she popped her eyes open again – when Ray pushed his thick, wet tongue in between her lips and into her mouth – she realized that it was too late to stop things. If she’d even wanted to stop things. Because Saffron had pushed the girl’s top up and was cupping and squeezing Emily’s bare, tan-lined breasts. Then she bent her head down and tongued one of Emily’s upthrust nipples.

  Then both husband and wife were feeding on the whimpering girl’s tits. Saffron grasping one, Ray the other, kneading the firm, ripe flesh, tickling and teasing the cotton-candy-pink nipples with their tongues, sucking on the stiffened buds. Emily full out quivered in their hands, never having felt anything quite like it before – a man and a woman ardently clutching and sucking her B-cuppers.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Saffron breathed all hot and humid over Emily’s shimmering boobs. “When we all get together . . . and love one another.”

  “Oooh, yeess!” Emily gasped, Ray pulling hard on her nipple with his thick lips, sucking almost her entire tit into his mouth.

  The couple lovingly fondled and suckled Emily’s boobs for a good long time. They kissed each other every now and then, their tongues entwining right in front of the girl’s astonished eyes and charged-up chest.

  Emily sat up straight on the futon, her breasts thrust out and fingernails biting into the edge of the funky sofa, her head spinning and body shaking. Until she noticed that only Ray was still groping her boobs, sucking and licking her nipples. Saffron was now down on her knees on the Woodstock commemorative magic carpet, unfastening Emily’s shorts.

  “Um, whatcha doin’, Mrs Miller?” Emily mustered enough breath to ask.

  Ray looked up from Emily’s shining nipples and grinned. “You’ll see,” he said, his grey eyes twinkling. “And feel. It’ll be groovy, trust me.”

  Saffron had Emily’s shorts open, and she wasted no time in pulling them down, stripping them away from the girl’s sneakers. Leaving the little blonde bare-bummed and bare-pussied on the futon. She instantly crossed her legs and shot her hands down to cover up her furry nakedness.

  “Relax, flower child,” Saffron cooed, gently pushing Emily’s legs apart.

  Then she grasped Emily’s skinny wrists and moved the girl’s hands to the side, exposing her downy, pink-petaled pussy. Smiling reassuringly, she bent her head down and kissed Emily’s dewy slit, licked from bottom to top.

  “Oh my God!” Emily yelped, jumping in the couple’s hands.

  Saffron’s tongue on her pussy had been electric, jolting her. Zapping her pussy with liquid heat. She sat there stunned, feelings – warm, wet, wonderful feelings – welling up from her tongue-stroked pussy and flooding her body and brain.

  Ray eased the rigid girl back on the futon, while his wife gripped her shivering thighs and lapped at her juicy snatch. Then he stood up and unfastened his overalls, dropped the straps, watching Emily’s wide eyes focus on his long, hard, throbbing cock. He climbed up onto the futon next to the young woman and steered his bloated purple crown into her plush lips, seeking entry to her partially open mouth.

  Emily knew exactly what Ray wanted her to do. But she might not have done it (after all, he wasn’t at her parents’ wedding), except for the fact that Saffron’s dragging, pebbled tongue on her cunt was driving her wild. Sending the normally good girl sailing up onto cloud nine, where things like good and bad didn’t exist – just sweet, sweet pleasure. To be shared and reciprocated.

  So, she opened her mouth up even wider and let Ray stick his huge hood and swollen shaft into her mouth – so deep it bumped the back of her throat. She gagged, and he groaned, gripping Emily’s golden head. Emily closed her mouth tight around the man’s cock and sucked, as he pumped his hips.

  She could hardly breathe, what with Ray’s dong gliding back and forth in her mouth and Saffron’s tongue lapping at her slit, swirling all around and over her puffed-up clit. She didn’t know where to put her hands, so simply left them down at her sides, balled into little fists. Taking the free loving being dished out to her.

  But it was too much for the inexperienced young woman to take for too long – a man fucking her mouth, a woman eating her pussy. So when Saffron sealed her lips around Emily’s clit and sucked on it, the girl burst with pent-up emotion, moaning from around Ray’s pistoning cock, her body trembling out of control. The wildest, wickedest orgasm she’d ever experienced tidal-waved through her being and drenched her soul in pure and utter bliss.

  She almost fainted, overcome with overwhelming joy. But the hot salty taste of Ray’s shooting spunk in her mouth pulled her back from the brink of unconsciousness. She knew she had to swallow – to show her gratitude for the couple’s hospitality – and she did. Over and over.

  The futon jumped in rhythm to Ray’s jerking body, the man almost pulling Emily’s hair out, as he emptied his balls into the blonde’s sucking mouth and gulping throat. Saffron moaned her own orgasm into Emily’s pussy, rubbing herself to ecstasy even as she urgently lapped up the girl’s gushing juices.

  The Millers are a definite yes, Emily thought to herself with satisfaction, when she finally walked, wobbly-legged, out of the couple’s home and onto her next stop.

  “Yeah, Charlie’s just in the backyard – barbecuing some burgers before the game starts.”

  “Oh,” Emily said, looking up at the tall man with the tanned, handsome face and thick silver hair. “Um, well then, could I—”

  “Sure, come on in,” he said, holding the screen door open and smiling warmly. “Game doesn’t start for another twenty minutes, anyway.”

  Emily followed the man into the living room of the house. He introduced himself as Bill Wright, a friend of Charlie Hernandez’s, over to watch the football game. Charlie had been at Emily’s parents’ wedding, as well; had played highschool football with Emily’s father.

  Bill threw a big friendly arm around the girl’s shoulders and rapped on the glass of the picture window that looked out on to the backyard of the house. Charlie was out on the patio, and he
glanced up from the smoking barbecue. Bill gestured at Emily, grinning, and Charlie grinned back and waved.

  “He’ll be right in,” Bill said, winking a sparkling blue eye at Emily. Then he steered the young woman over to a large black leather couch in the living room. “Must be a lot of work organizing your parents’ twenty-fifth anniversary party?”

  “You don’t know the half of it,” Emily sighed. Then she laughed.

  “Pretty tiring, huh?” Bill sat down on the couch and pulled Emily down onto his lap with him. “Here, take a seat, rest a while.”

  Emily sat up awkwardly in the man’s lap. She felt like a little girl visiting Santa Claus. Only, this man wasn’t quite old enough to be Father Christmas. And he sure didn’t look anything like Saint Nick. In fact, he sort of reminded her of George Clooney.

  Bill tightened his arm around Emily, resting his other hand on one of her bare knees. “Comfortable?” he asked.

  Emily blushed, feeling warm and secure in the big man’s arms, feeling tingly where it really counted, with his big hand squeezing her little knee.

  She turned her head to glance out the window at Charlie, to see if he was coming in anytime soon and Bill planted his lips on the soft, tender, perfumed skin of the girl’s neck.

  “Unnh!” Emily groaned, only a little surprised after her experiences earlier in the day. She leaned back against the man’s chest and tilted her head back on the man’s shoulder, melting in his arms.

  Bill’s wet, caressing tongue traveled up Emily’s neck and in behind her delicately shelled ear. He licked her ear, bit into her lobe. Emily turned her head and offered her soft, glossy lips to the man. He took them, pressing his mouth into her mouth. His hand slid up onto her thigh and squeezed the thick, rich flesh.

  Emily trembled, Bill’s strong tongue entering her mouth and stirring her tongue. His strong, tanned hand rubbed the burning bronze flesh of her thigh. And then she felt something even stronger pressing into her thighs, from beneath, stirring harder and longer and thicker in the man’s tan cotton pants.

  Emily wasn’t caught totally off guard this time, the seasoned stud popping her top and shorts, pushing his own pants and shorts down to his ankles, seeming like the most natural things in the world to do when an older man and a younger woman got together. She was soon sitting naked as a newborn in Bill’s bare, hairy lap, his huge hard-on lying over the top of her pussy, in between her legs.

  He cupped and squeezed one of the girl’s firm handful tits, took a quick pull on the jutting nipple. And Emily moaned. She flung her arm around the man’s neck, his hands and mouth making her feel so very good – and so very bad. His cock on her juiced-up pussy making her weak with desire.

  Bill smiled and shook her boob, then playfully bit into the rubbery pink tip. He gripped his cock and pushed its mushroomed head into her blonde fur, through her slick lips and right into her steaming pussy.

  “Oh my . . .” Emily breathed, watching the man’s pulsing erection slide inside her. She sat stunned and shaken in Bill’s lap, swollen with cock, brimming with surging eroticism. And when he moved his hips, pumping her cunt with his pipe, she closed her eyes and bleated, “Yes, fuck me, Bill!” She quivered wildly in the man’s arms, on the end of his pole. “Please, fuck me!”

  He moved faster and faster, his heavy, hairy balls slapping against her, his cock churning her pussy. Making her boobs jump and her bum shudder, her head spin.

  “Can three play?”

  Emily’s eyes flew open. She stared at Charlie Hernandez, the man she was supposed to be convincing to come to her parents’ party. He was standing in the middle of the living room looking at them, short and stocky, with slick black hair, wearing a dark shirt and black jeans. He sort of resembled Benicio Del Toro, Emily thought. Except for that big, golden-brown cock hanging out of the open fly of his jeans.

  Emily dreamily nodded. Her parents’ friends sure were a friendly bunch. She licked her lips and got her mouth ready, thinking she knew what Charlie wanted.

  But that’s not what the dirty older man had in mind at all.

  He tossed a small canister to his friend, and Bill caught it and pulled his cock out of Emily’s pussy. He sprayed some of the contents of the canister onto his already slippery dong and then hoisted Emily higher, and sprayed the girl’s bum.

  She gasped when the cool lube mist hit her hot, sensitive skin. Then shouted, “Yikes!” when Bill slid his long fingers in between her taut little cheeks and greased up her crack and bum hole.

  “Um, what are you two . . .” Emily started to whisper, before fully realizing. Her blue eyes went wide and she gulped, hardly believing what was going to happen to her: double penetration!

  She’d seen it in a movie once, and been frightened. She’d never had anything up her butt in her whole life. Let alone a prick in her pussy and bum at the same time.

  “Hold on, sweetheart!” Bill grunted, pushing his gleaming cap against the young woman’s pucker before she could even brace herself. Popping through and sinking his shaft slow and sensual into Emily’s hot, tight, virgin bung.

  “Yeesss!” they both groaned, the man’s balls kissing up against Emily’s butt cheeks, cock fully and flagrantly embedded in her shivering ass.

  And while all that excitement was going on, Charlie had stripped off his clothing and moved up close to the anally connected pair, his huge erection headed straight for Emily’s pussy.

  “Oh no, Mr Hernandez, you can’t!” the girl shrieked, unable to control herself. “It . . . it won’t fit!”

  “Sure it will,” Charlie assured her, plunging his bloated hood into Emily’s puffed out pussy lips and diving deep into her love tunnel.

  One cock in the girl’s bum, one in her cunt.

  “Oh-my-God! That feels so . . . wonderful!” Emily wailed, full to bursting with the men’s meat. Impaled on the pair of cocks. Body and mind suffused with weird, wicked sensation.

  They pumped their hips in unison, fucking the blonde’s stretched-out pussy and ass, their cocks all but rubbing together. Emily desperately hung on for the ride, her legs flopped out wide on either side of the sandwiching men, bouncing in rhythm to their powerful thrusting.

  They pumped her harder and faster, churning her chute and cunt, almost tearing the girl apart. All three were breathing hard and heavy, sweating with the erotic exertion, clenched thighs smacking wetly against shuddering buttocks.

  Tears sprang into Emily’s wide-open eyes and she bit her lip, getting jolted again and again by the men’s spearing cocks. Her blasted bum and pussy burned, and her body and mind blazed with a molten heat that truly seared her soul.

  “Fuck, yeah, baby!” Bill bellowed from below, spraying Emily’s chute with white-hot come, filling her ass with his lust.

  At the same time, Charlie grunted and shunted and spunked the girl’s pussy full, his heated semen flooding her love tunnel.

  The double-penetrated young woman screamed at the top of her lungs, buffeted by orgasm after orgasm. Her first multiple ever!

  The twenty-fifth wedding anniversary party proved to be a tremendous success, all of the people who’d been present at the original ceremony showing up for the reunion. Much to Emily’s parents’ surprise and delight.

  Emily could only enjoy some of the festivities, however. She was just so exhausted from all the “organizing” involved that she just had to go to bed early that evening, all by herself.

  EROTICA

  Volume 2

  Edited by

  Barbara Cardy

  OVER THE WATER

  Gary Philpott

  Heather’s heart thumped against her ribcage as she wheeled her travel bag down the path toward her car. This was the defining moment. Once that bag was in the boot and she was pulling away from the curb, there would be no going back. Not that she was planning on changing her mind at the eleventh-hour. She lived for moments like this.

  She popped the tailgate open and lifted the small case into the boot space. A curtain flapped across t
he road. Heather knew it was Mrs Davenport’s son who had just started college. She also knew his young eyes would be soaking up her short navy skirt and black fishnets. It was just the tonic she needed to blow away the doubts.

  “Thank you Simon,” she whispered, as she eased the tailgate shut. “I need a little reassurance at a time like this.”

  Ten minutes later, Heather was on the motorway and heading for the bridge she regarded as the gateway to her other life. Crossing that vast expanse of water took her toward a different place, a place where she could be a different person, unlikely to bump into work colleagues. And even if she did, each would need to keep the encounter a closely guarded secret.

  The adrenaline flowing through her veins fueled a temptation to speed, but not only would she risk an unnecessary fine and points on her license, she would arrive too early. She wanted the men to be there waiting for her, not the other way round. She kept to the limit and mentally ran through the script Michael had emailed her the previous Wednesday.

  She heard his voice speaking the closing sentence: “Remember, it is only a guide, we will improvise as we see fit.”

  After twenty minutes of imagining her every move, Heather was driving down the far side of the suspension bridge toward the payment booths. It was time to crank up her mood. First she took a mouthful of water from the bottle down by the gear stick. Then she popped two buttons on her blouse. Although she had the correct money to throw in the automatic bucket, she chose to pull alongside an elevated tollbooth. The side of Heather that loved to turn men on took complete control.

  She thrust a twenty-pound note up toward the grey-haired man’s outstretched arm. He stared past the note; his eyes lingered a few moments.

  She smiled and said, “Sorry, it’s all I’ve got.”

  “It looks good enough to me, madam.” He took the note. “No problem at all.”

  Heather waited for her change, and a second thinly disguised inspection of her flesh.