The Mammoth Book of Erotic Stories

by Barbara Cardy

  She screamed. It was so loud I was sure other guests would come running but no, nothing. I blessed that over-loud music, a boon after all! As she lay in my arms, I kissed her eyes, tip of nose and lips very, very softly. I held that hot and so soaked place I had stimulated to good effect and, with a quick tug, pulled off those impeding panties and tossed them to one side. She stirred at that.

  “Naughty,” a giggle and then a long, luxurious stretch, every muscle tensed and tested, before she relaxed back into a soft, satin-skinned, strawberries-and-cream temptress, molded to my body.

  We kissed once more, lips to lips, tongue to tongue, fingers holding flesh, slowly stroking from neck to derrière. Pressed together, my pubic hair against her shaven mound, oral sex seemed a suitable way to thank and worship her for the trust she had shown in allowing me to explore her most private of places and bring her erotic desires to fruition.

  I dropped my head to that conjunction of her thighs where I could easily slip an inquisitive tongue between Mona’s labia, her perfume of lust was the condiment of choice for my tasting session. And what a gourmet feast it was. Her hand lightly pressed my head deeper into her lover’s center as I probed, tasted, teased and lapped the milk of her human kindness.

  I was not exactly unaffected, as you might imagine. My penis was rapidly hardening and I knew this time that stopping before orgasm was simply not going to happen. Disengaging from my adoration of her most feminine of parts, I eased up and over her; in covering her I was positioned to slip smoothly into that wetness. Her fingers clasped my buttocks and pushed me down tighter against her and I felt her vaginal muscles grip my cock as it began to move, slow at first and then faster and faster inside her. She bucked and moaned again, I held her tight and we rode together, a partnership of passion. Deeper and harder I tried to go but my end was very near. She was gasping again but whether from the erotic prelude to a climax or a wish to help me achieve what she already had, I don’t know. At last, I burst out into her, that flowing of a salty tide into the depths of her delta. I pumped and pumped; I had never felt either so stimulated before or so sated after. She cried a little and we clung together, survivors of lust’s passion and its overwhelming imperatives.

  How much time had passed we simply didn’t know. After a while, I managed to squint at my watch and see that we had left the party for only half an hour; it seemed much longer.

  Mona began to stir as well and I slid off to allow her to stretch and sit up. She smiled, a sad but lovely smile and suddenly bent to kiss my cheek. Her breasts fell forward and swung toward me; instinctively I put my lips to one then the other of those pink nipples.

  She laughed. “Now stop it! We’ve got to get back before they miss us. We might just get away with it so far.”

  In a totally feminine way, she had retrieved the small clasp bag I had only just realized she had with her and was using mirror, comb and tiny brush to repair the damage to her appearance. Her bra she refastened; her panties were still wet but worse, were ripped. She just laughed and put them in her bag.

  “I must be careful how I open that!”

  Finally, her dress, still immaculately virginal in appearance, went over her head. Her appearance was once again just as I had first seen her but I could hardly believe how much had happened since. I jumped up and, entirely naked, held her to me. I slowly rocked her from side to side, she clung to me and we kissed again, passionately: to hell with her careful appearance. I couldn’t resist slipping an enquiring hand under her skirt and up to her pretty cheeks, before sliding a finger down and into her wicked slit. She groaned, “No, don’t,” but pressed herself all the more against me. She writhed up and down, her whole body wired with reawakened lust. If only she were mine, I thought, I’d do whatever it took to keep up with that turbocharged sex drive of hers.

  She began to breathe faster, her warm breath in my ear stimulating me to greater efforts. My cock grew ever harder until it was pressing urgently against her firm, cool flesh. And then she climaxed. Standing there, barefoot on the blankets, her hair tumbled again, her white dress hiked to waist level by my hands on her sex and on her buttocks.

  Eventually, lovingly and regretfully, knowing full well we would never meet again, we parted and made our separate ways back to the party. And you know what? Our respective spouses had not even missed us. It made me wonder if it had ever really happened. But from her scent on my skin and her intimate perfume on my fingers, I knew it had.

  ON IMPULSE

  Brian Powell

  “So Mike, great opportunity to get laid this weekend?”

  Kevin and I were discussing the party to be given on Friday night by our boss, Dr Herbert Miller, Chief of Medical Staff at the hospital in which we were interns.

  Kevin grinned lasciviously. “I hope I’ll get lucky with that cute radiologist. Do you have a date?” I shook my head. I was very interested in a particular woman, but she was beyond my reach.

  Soon after our arrival, Herbert had invited Kevin and me for dinner to meet his wife, Stella. With full, high breasts, a provocative rear, generous hips and a slender waist, she was an extravagantly sensual woman. The décolletage of her dress exposed most of her breasts and neither Kevin nor I could take our eyes from her cleavage. From that evening I lusted for Mrs Miller. I fantasized about watching her pose, naked, in every erotic position imaginable, then beg me to ravish her. This fantasy became the subject of my frequent masturbations.

  Kevin guessed my thought. “Jesus, Mike, forget it. I know Stella Miller has the body of a goddess and is the sexiest woman on the planet, but she’s the boss’s wife. She’s off limits.”

  He was right; Stella Miller was unattainable. But still I fantasized.

  The party was crowded. Herbert and Stella Miller were perfect hosts as they mingled and chatted. Stella wore a full-length skirt, tight enough to emphasize her luscious rear. A low-cut, strapless bustier sculpted her figure into an incredible hourglass shape and gave a brazen display of her opulent breasts. As Stella flaunted her sensuality, I had little doubt every woman in the room hated her and, like me, every man had a hard-on for her.

  I couldn’t keep my eyes off Stella and, as my fantasy became all-consuming, I realized I had to get myself under control. I slipped away from the party down a quiet hallway and, on a random impulse, opened one of the doors leading from it. The room was in near darkness, lit only by a lamp on a table in the far corner. Around the centre of the room were several big, high-backed armchairs. The room seemed to be a study, for bookcases lined the walls and in the dimness I could see books piled on the table. I quietly moved over to it and sat in the chair behind the table. I pictured Stella Miller naked with her succulent breasts and ripe bottom and imagined how hot and wet her pussy would be. I unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, closed my eyes and began to masturbate.

  “Do you want it Mrs Miller?” I breathed.

  “Oh yes Michael,” she replied. “Put your cock in my mouth, up my ass, drive it up my cunt. Give it to me. Fuck me out of my mind.”

  I was masturbating furiously when the door opened and someone entered the room. Terrified, I cowered behind the books and stealthily zipped up my pants, praying I wouldn’t be discovered. Spotlights suddenly lit up the center of the room and illuminated two people. One was a big man I didn’t recognize (I later discovered he was a prominent judge); the other was Stella Miller.

  Stella put her arms around the man’s neck and he groped her luscious rear, kneading the lush spheres through her skirt. Stella began to hump him and he turned her and unhooked the bustier to bare her breasts. He played with the pliant mounds, cupping and squeezing them, rolling the swollen nipples into erection. He unfastened Stella’s skirt and she slid it over her hips to the floor. In red panties and matching garter belt, black stockings and stiletto heels, Stella was erotic beyond belief.

  I remained absolutely still, silently praying that I wouldn’t be observed. I had a huge erection.

  The man wrapped an arm tightly arou
nd Stella’s chest then pushed his other hand down the front of her panties. Through the sheer material I could see him stroke her pubic hair then slide his fingers into her slit. When he began to rub her clitoris, Stella moaned and squirmed but his arm held her pinned. The man worked her until she was writhing frantically then he slowly inserted a finger into her vagina. She tried to close her legs and clutched at his hand to halt his penetration, but he gave her no respite. He thrust rhythmically into her until she began to pulse on his finger. “Give it to me, James,” she gasped.

  The man released her and pulled down his pants and briefs. His penis was huge. “On your knees,” he commanded.

  On her hands and knees on the rug, the man pulled Stella’s panties down around her thighs. I had a clear view of her magnificent rear, two luscious spheres framed by the tops of her stockings, her garters and the garter belt. The engorged labia swelled between her soft thighs and the inner lips were distended. The man spread apart the lips to display Stella’s orifice and I found myself gazing longingly at her wet, pink flesh.

  My cock was so hard it was painful and I remained absolutely motionless, knowing if I moved at all I would come.

  Stella went down on her elbows and the man thrust two fingers all the way into her vagina then began to pump hard. Stella moaned, but when he found her sensitive spot her entire pelvis spasmed. He did it again and again and Stella began to convulse.

  “Put it in,” she cried frantically.

  The man straddled Stella’s hips and she splayed her knees, stretching the panties between her thighs. Forcing the head of his penis into the orifice then bending his knees, the man slowly pushed his prodigious cock all the way in, right down to the root. Holding Stella by the hips, he began to fuck her. Flexing his knees, his thrusts began slowly, but as her moans became increasingly frantic, the tempo quickened. He drove into her hard, his assault making her breasts and bottom bounce wildly. He reached beneath her to seize her breasts and she pushed up her rear to accept his massive penetration. Stella went into a paroxysm of convulsive spasms and the man held her impaled as she writhed and twisted on his cock. Then, in a furious attack, his huge thrusts drove her down to the rug and they thrashed in orgasmic frenzy.

  Finally spent, they rested; Stella splayed on the rug, the man on top of her, his cock still buried inside her. After some minutes the man slowly pulled out his penis and lifted Stella to her feet.

  “As usual, James,” she gasped, “you stretched me beyond all my limits. It was mind-blowing.”

  “I hope I always give you a memorable experience, Stella, although I didn’t expect to service you tonight.”

  She giggled. “All the men at the party undressing me with their eyes, just aching to fuck me, it made me so horny. I was primed for sex when Herbert suggested we could slip out and do it.”

  “It was a masterful performance, James, a delight to watch.”

  I froze. The voice coming from the armchair in front of me was that of my boss, Herbert Miller. He must have been there the whole time. And he had just watched his wife being monumentally fucked by this man James! I couldn’t believe it. Then it dawned on me – he must know that I had also watched his wife have sex. I was in total shock, unable to think what would happen next. I remained completely immobile, praying that Herbert would ignore my silent presence.

  James dressed quickly. “Thank you, Stella, for your usual sensational sex,” he said. As he turned to leave he said to Herbert, “Call me when she needs servicing again.”

  Stella pulled up her panties and stepped into her skirt then Herbert hooked her into the bustier. “Of all your partners, James gives the most ferocious sex.”

  “Yes,” Stella responded, “he’s fearsome and his monstrous cock is a challenge whichever hole he uses. But I love it.”

  They kissed and when Herbert said, “We must return to our guests,” I thought I had escaped detection. Then he murmured, “Oh, one other thing.” He turned and said, “I think you should come out now, Michael.”

  I was horrified, but could see no way of avoiding the confrontation and, after some hesitation, I stepped from the shadows.

  Stella regarded me with astonishment. “You didn’t tell me you’d invited Dr Grant to watch,” she said.

  “I didn’t invite him,” Herbert replied. “Michael entered the room quite inadvertently, failed to notice me in the armchair and then could not escape when you and James entered. I let him watch because prior to your arrival I listened to him loudly masturbating while he fantasized about fucking you. I thought he could be of interest for you.”

  I blushed scarlet, praying the ground would open and swallow me.

  “Well, Dr Grant,” Stella said, “at our dinner party you salivated all evening at the view of my breasts. Now you’ve seen me naked and in orgasm, what do you think?”

  I struggled to reply. Finally, I blurted out, “I think you’re the most erotic woman I’ve ever seen, Mrs Miller.”

  “And you masturbate while fantasizing about having sex with me?” she queried.

  Although I knew it would destroy my career, I admitted the truth, “Constantly.”

  Stella regarded me thoughtfully. “Well, many men are eager to fuck me but Herbert shares me with only a select few. Why should I choose you?”

  I shook my head, unable to think of a single reason.

  “Show me your penis,” Stella commanded.

  I didn’t react, gaping at her in bewilderment. Impatiently she stepped forward, unzipped me and pulled out my stiff penis. Ignoring my excruciating embarrassment she casually fondled it.

  “Well, it’s a handsome penis, Dr Grant, but hardly exceptional. However, lusting for me so intensely that you masturbate at my party, in my house, in my own study, that is exceptional.”

  My pre-come dribbled onto her fingers and I willed myself not to come in her hand.

  Stella licked her fingers and turned to Herbert. “He’s so close, he’d come instantly if I took him in my mouth. Can I take pity on him?”

  Herbert shook his head. “We must return to our guests at once, love. Already we’ve been absent too long.”

  “What about Sunday afternoon then?”

  Herbert hesitated.

  She kissed him. “We’ll spend Sunday morning in bed and Dr Grant can have his fantasy while auditioning for us in the afternoon.”

  Herbert agreed reluctantly. “You must be totally discreet, Michael. Not a word about this must ever become public. Can we trust you?”

  “Oh yes. I’d never reveal anything about such an arrangement.”

  “And, of course, I shall watch you copulate with Stella.”

  I nodded, swallowing hard.

  “We must return to our guests, love,” Herbert urged.

  Stella smiled. “Until Sunday afternoon,” she said, then turned and left the room.

  Herbert followed but turned at the door. “Most men would sell their souls to gain access to Stella’s body. You’re unbelievably fortunate she’s agreed to have sex with you, Michael. After listening to your fantasies I hope to see an exceptional performance.”

  I could scarcely believe my good fortune – my fantasy would be fulfilled. But all Saturday I fretted about my sexual prowess. Suppose I couldn’t satisfy a highly sexed, mature woman like Stella. That would be utterly humiliating. And the thought of Herbert watching me fuck his wife was terrifying. But on Sunday afternoon when Herbert took me into the bedroom and I looked at Stella lying on the bed, spreadeagled on her back, completely naked, I forgot my fears. I was consumed with lust.

  “Make me come,” she commanded.

  My hands and mouth roamed over Stella’s body, groping its mounds and hollows, probing all the folds and crevices. I savored the magnificent breasts, cupping, kneading, squeezing them, sucking her nipples into extravagant erection. I worked her clitoris into tumescence and when I had her moaning and wriggling I slid a finger into her vagina. A sudden cry told me when I’d found her G-spot and, tonguing her swollen clitoris, I p
ushed two fingers deep into the dripping vagina to excite the sensitive spot. With her hands pinned above her head, Stella writhed helplessly then began to spasm. When my penis nuzzled at her wet orifice she cried, “Put it in,” and I impaled her, driving deep and hard, fucking her like a man possessed. She came in a paroxysm of frenzied convulsions and I erupted inside her, filling her with torrents of come.

  Gasping, I lay back in a state of bliss. I had fucked Stella Miller. Anxiously I awaited Stella’s verdict. After some minutes of silence, she reached over, took my testicles and penis in her hands and said, “I’m going to fill these fine balls with come and make your cock hard and we’ll do it again.”

  Stella’s fingers and mouth knew more ways of arousal than I could dream of and she quickly had me in full erection again, hard and throbbing.

  “Well, well, Dr Grant,” she said smiling, “perhaps your cock is not so ordinary after all.”

  We copulated all afternoon, rutting like feral animals in heat. I gorged on Stella’s voluptuous flesh, bending her pliant body into the positions I’d imagined in my fantasies. I ravished her mercilessly, bringing her to shrieking orgasms . . . all closely observed by Herbert.

  I feared she would never be satisfied. But finally Stella lay back and declared, “Enough, I’m exhausted. The man is a perpetual sex machine, Herbert, he’s tireless and he fucks like a wild stallion. I’m wet and sticky, I’m excruciatingly tender and it’s heavenly. I want him, sweetie, I want him.”

  Herbert nodded. “You took Stella with impressive authority, Michael, making her climax like a wild creature every time. It was a pleasure to watch. I’ll add you to the list of men I call whenever she needs sex.”

  My fantasy has been realized beyond my wildest imaginings for I’m regularly called to service Stella. She insists on variety, so I plunder her sensuous body in every imaginable position, always taking her with raw, carnal lust. Herbert’s presence acts as an incentive for me to make Stella come in the frenzied orgasms that he loves to watch. Occasionally, Stella wants to masturbate me. She brings me to erection then keeps me on the edge of climax, flailing helplessly. When she’s tortured me to her satisfaction, she makes me erupt with huge jets of come. I’ve discovered, to my surprise, that Stella and Herbert have a passionate sex life together. But Herbert indulges Stella’s voracious sexual appetite by sharing her with several partners. And watching them fuck her satisfies his compulsive voyeurism. As long as discretion is maintained everyone is completely happy.